Chapter 239: Unexpected Morning Incident

"Damn, this is really bad. I feel like I can't bear to look at the living conditions in Griffin Headquarters dormitory anymore. Are all the T-Dolls on Renault' side living in heaven?" M14 patted the soft bedding, which still had the fresh scent of washing.

In addition, all the furnishings in the dormitory were brand new. There were even IOP-produced charging devices specifically for tactical doll, one for each person.

When they passed by other doll dormitories just now, they caught a glimpse of the furnishings inside. Apart from the basic bedding, most things were purchased by the tactical doll themselves.

It looked warm and comfortable, completely different from the rigid dormitories on Griffin's side.

To be honest, after seeing Commander Renault's base, they had initially wondered what kind of treatment the tactical doll here would receive, but they never expected that just the dormitories alone would be several times more luxurious than theirs...

"Well, maybe we should consider changing jobs?"

"Huh? Isn't that a bit unrealistic... Headquarters definitely wouldn't agree to a job change, right?"

As a few tactical doll chatted in the dormitory, Renault was naturally unaware. He was currently organizing the factory doll configuration information he had requested from Maria.

Because of various recent events, his factory still hadn't officially started operating, and the construction plans hadn't progressed smoothly. However, with the Sangvis Ferri dolls in the neighborhood factory, his workload should be considerably lighter.

Although the Sangvis Ferri droids in the factory all lacked self-awareness, they were only tasked with simple work, so there shouldn't be any problems.

However, one thing Renault hadn't anticipated was that Maria couldn't command the SF dolls responsible for production in the factory not just because of simple permission issues.

In fact, there was a doll in the factory who served as the leader, just like Jaeger when he found her in that small factory back then. They both had a certain degree of self-awareness but lacked the agility of elite dolls.

Her model was called the Ripper, and she should have control over this entire Sangvis Ferri factory. Maria couldn't command the dolls in the factory because this girl hadn't found the true superiors of those dolls.

This little fool seemed to have never paid attention to the slight differences on the Ripper, but this also had to blame the strange differentiation method of Sangvis Ferri Works.

It was still the same unit, just changing clothes or the color of external armor would turn them into senior units with command authority.

Under normal circumstances, it might be possible to notice these differences, but who was Maria?

She was the Destroyer created by Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, a fool who never cared about anything. Perhaps she had long forgotten about these things.

Not to mention that interfacing with this factory was not her original job in the first place. If she could recognize the command units in the factory on the spot, that would be a real problem.

There were a total of forty-six dolls inside the factory, including the senior Ripper, and a full ninety droids outside the factory.

The remaining units included dozens of Prowlers and Dinergates, which weren't particularly numerous but also not few.

Non-Doll autonomous units on Renault' side could only patrol or guard, but the more than one hundred Rippers could help out a bit, provided he maintained those droids...

Tsk! Why did his workload increase again?

...

A quiet night.

Early the next morning, the weather was still hazy. In this red zone, hoping to see blue skies and white clouds was just a wishful thinking. Even in the city he had stayed in before, at least half of the sky was filled with dark clouds.

Perhaps only in the original green and white zones far from the pollution could one enjoy this kind of clear weather.

"Well, perhaps the weather is the only advantage G&K HQ has." Looking at the sky outside the window, SpectreM4 sighed and patted her somewhat bloated belly.

Unexpectedly, the breakfast was what truly surprised them, despite thinking that last night's dinner was good enough. Abundant and varied dishes gave them the illusion that they were not in some contractor's base, but in a self-service restaurant open to the public.

At this moment, Renault was also sitting in the dining hall, having CF05's special spicy noodles for breakfast.

However, before he could take a few bites, Angelia's call came in.

"What's up? Don't tell me there's a mission early in the morning. I won't take on simple commissions like that, I'm eating!" Listening to Renault slurping his noodles, Angelia's cheek twitched, but she suppressed it.

"This time it's not a commission from our side, it's from Griffin. It seems that they've lost contact with a squad of dolls within your operational range. These dolls were originally under the command of a commander who is currently undergoing entrance testing, but it seems there's been an issue with the orders..."

"An issue? You mean, these dolls were sent over by helicopter without carefully confirming the mission?" Renault raised his head, looking at Angelia as if she were a fool.

Wasn't this a lie for fools? Did he look like a clueless guy?

Regardless of how much authorization was required to mobilize helicopters, and it's just a newly hired commander, why would helicopters be sent to transport dolls to the polluted zone? Based on their salary, which barely covers two crates of aviation fuel?

Or is it because their department's activity funds hadn't been received?

Griffin had been vigorously recruiting commanders lately, which he was well aware of. It wasn't even recent; Griffin had been recruiting commanders for several months now.

However, Griffin also needed to train these aspiring commanders beforehand, followed by a series of assessments.

Usually, they would send these new commanders to places with low combat intensity to personally command the dolls in battle once.

By observing their command efficiency and crisis response methods, they would judge if the commanders were ready for immediate deployment.

Sending dolls to places like here in the red zone, where direct contact with dolls was impossible, clearly couldn't be a test for new commanders.

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Thunk! Thud!

As Angelia on the other end of the phone was pondering how to convince Renault to take on this commission, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out behind Renault!

"What's going on!? What's happening!?" Angelia exclaimed in shock.

Meanwhile, Renault furrowed his brow, somewhat speechless, as he turned to see several Griffin dolls completely subdued by few of his dolls and glanced to the nearby bullet holes in the walls and the ground near him.

"It's nothing, you don't need to worry about it. I'll contact Helian directly later. This woman, is she trying to figure out a way to send me compensation?"