Chapter 195: Don't Move!

As Renault approached HK416. On the other side, several thugs had already taken out their instruments and confirmed that HK416 was indeed an illegal stray doll with no basic programming protocols whatsoever.

One of the thugs even drew a handgun, loaded it, and aimed it directly at HK416, thinking it didn't matter since it was just an stray doll. After all, they were just going to dismantle it for parts anyway.

But seeing HK416 in decent condition right in front of them, they thought it would be even more valuable if they could get the intact body.

Seeing one of the thugs pulling out a gun nearby, Renault frowned, feeling for weapons on his body. He had previously given his .44 Magnum to Nagant Revolver, so now he didn't have any small firearms on hand.

He only had a GM-94 grenade launcher, but obviously, that couldn't be used in this downtown area. If he fired a grenade, not only would it cause chaos, but it would also likely harm the doll and HK416 behind the thugs.

He realized he needed to carry a handgun with him next time he went out. Otherwise, would he have to throw his axe every time he encountered such a situation?

*Swish!*

While thinking, Renault decisively flung the axe in his hand! The target was the thug holding the gun.

As HK416 held the gun and looked at herself surrounded by these thugs and doll traffickers, she desperately tried to think of a solution. However, she saw a bright silver light flash by her side!

*Thud!*

The spinning axe flew directly past HK416 and precisely hit the doll trafficker holding the weapon!

The axe hit the trafficker's head directly from blade to back! The entire axe head plunged into the trafficker's skull! This blow almost split the guy's head in half!

Meanwhile, his companions standing nearby were all incredulously staring at the axe embedded in the guy's head!

They couldn't believe someone dared to kill someone directly in the middle of a city! In broad daylight as well!

And more importantly... it was an axe! Not a gun! What kind of person could use a axe to split someone's skull just by throwing it!?

*Bang!*

Before they could react, the unlucky guy with the axe in his head slowly collapsed, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his head.

"Ahhhh! Murder!" Seeing the guy fall to the ground, the companions of the doll trafficker finally came to their senses and shouted in horror!

Seeing the ugly scene of these doll traffickers, Renault remained unfazed. He walked up, stepped on the doll trafficker, pulled his axe out of the guy's skull, and wiped its bloodstains off his clothes with the back of his hand.

However, even so, a lot of blood splattered onto his hand from the wound.

With a disdainful look, Renault then picked up the handgun held by the doll trafficker.

It was just an ordinary M1911, handmade, with very... um, trashy craftsmanship and materials. It was probably the kind of thing that might jam or misfire at any moment.

Seeing Renault pick up the gun, the doll traffickers didn't dare to stay any longer. They scrambled out of the alley!

"Don't just stand there, take it, bring that guy, and follow me," Renault spoke as he threw the M1911 to HK416, pointing to the autonomous doll still curled up.

Seeing the handgun thrown by Renault, HK416 hurriedly caught it. Then she looked at the autonomous doll still sitting on the side. She gritted her teeth, and went forward to carry the doll and followed Renault.

"Why are you here?" HK416 asked Renault, looking at his back in confusion.

"Just came to shop, happened to bump into this," Renault replied, turning around. He immediately saw Simonov and P90 starting to load their firearms.

Apparently, the doll traffickers who had been hovering around them had already targeted the few dolls with him.

The doll bodies used by Simonov and others were all manufactured by Renault himself, and they were not fully integrated into the public doll communication channel, nor did they have any proof of basic programming protocols on them.

As long as those doll traffickers took out the instruments they had just used to scan HK416, they would know that they were all illegal stray dolls.

These doll traffickers dared to attack even legitimate autonomous dolls. Illegal dolls without proctocols were simply like falling pies from the sky. These guys would give up anything to get them.

By the time Renault walked out of the alley, those doll traffickers had already surrounded P38 and others, not worried at all that they would open fire, even though they had already loaded their weapons.

"Put down your guns! You illegal dolls! Hey! I can't believe there are illegal dolls swaggering around on the streets! And you! Hand over your phones! Give me all the money inside!" One of the doll traffickers shouted at P38.

She had just seen this doll, constantly transferring money to those shop owners with her phone, spending tens of millions at least! Although she didn't know where these illegal dolls got their money from!

But it didn't matter! No one would stand up for these illegal dolls anyway! Even if the local cops saw them, they couldn't convict them!

However, P38 across from them remained unmoved, squinting her eyes at the doll traffickers, considering which one to take out first to minimize the threat they posed.

Meanwhile, Simonov was considering which direction to shoot to avoid hitting the bystanders around, and P90 was worried whether she could hit anyone with this UMP9 in her hand. After all, she had never used this thing before, and it felt awkward in her hand.

The weapon imprinting system continued to try to correct her way of shooting, completely disregarding the fact that she was holding a weapon that wasn't actually hers.

But upon seeing Renault leading HK416 back, P90 pushed aside all her concerns.

Ah well, if she couldn't hit, she couldn't hit, she could just consider it practice. After all, she still had their commander covering for her!

And seeing Renault return, P38, who had been holding her phone, smiled directly, putting her imprint weapon back into its holster.

Because Renault had already waved at her and gestured towards Simonov, then pointed to his ribs.

The meaning was clear: he wanted Simonov to throw the broken-stock SKS under her armpit!

Simonov immediately understood and threw the SKS in her hand towards Renault!

As for UMP9 and UMP45, upon seeing Renault taking the gun and pulling out the blood-stained axe, their faces couldn't help but turn pale!

This guy! Doesn't he have any reservations at all!? Don't just openly attack on the street!