Chapter 321: Almost No Chance

"Don't run! MDR! You have the guts to make an album! Why don't you have the guts to stop now! Stop! Don't run!?"

Listening to the pounding footsteps outside in the corridor, Renault remained indifferent. Chasing MDR on a daily basis was a normal phenomenon, nothing to pay much attention to.

Although compiling all the black history of the household's dolls into an album did indeed provoke anger, Renault reckoned that the dolls wouldn't dismantle her for it. At most, they might extract her core and implant it into a Prowler's body.

Just stuffing her into Dinergates wasn't enough to vent the anger of these dolls. Renault pondered whether to get a vacuum cleaner robot next time.

On the other hand, Angelia wiped off a cold sweat. Were these dolls running back and forth in the hallway not afraid of collapsing the building?

She vaguely recalled that the dolls on Renault's side each weighed at least a few hundred kilograms...

"Aren't you going to stop them?" Hearing the heavy footsteps outside, Angelia glanced worriedly at AK12 and AN94, who were already lying in the training apparatus.

"No need. Let them vent. It's not good to keep anger bottled up inside." The original bodies of their household's dolls were quite sturdy, so roughhousing wouldn't cause any major problems.

As Renault sipped his tea and flipped through the album MDR had left behind, Angelia observed his genuine effort. He hadn't intended to make an album, yet MDR quietly made one.

Flipping through the album, Renault reminisced about his experiences in this world. Overall, his experiences here had been relatively pleasant. There were no life-and-death wars in this world, and he didn't have to participate in campaigns concocted by some system.

Being able to sit down, leisurely drink tea, and relax was something he had longed for in previous worlds but couldn't attain.

"What's the objective of this training course?" Watching AK12 and AN94 sitting in the plane, waiting to parachute, Angelia asked curiously. Shouldn't they receive a mission briefing first, telling them what task they were supposed to carry out?

"To stop a missile launch. It shouldn't be too difficult for them." Since Angelia hadn't requested the highest difficulty this time, Renault adjusted the difficulty of the training course to normal mode.

In this situation, AK12 and AN94, specialized tactical dolls comparable to real special forces, wouldn't face much difficulty.

Indeed, as Renault expected, the seamless cooperation between AK12 and AN94, who could transmit combat data to each other via doll communication protocols, was akin to having eyes in the back of their heads during operations.

Watching AK12 and AN94's flawless coordination and their performance as if they were in their element, Angelia nodded in satisfaction. At least this time, the Statesec had done something worthwhile.

At the end of several different types of training tasks, Angelia nodded in approval at AK12 and AN94, who had disconnected from the data cables.

As long as Renault's combat data was authentic, the combat capabilities of these two dolls could easily constitute a tactical doll team.

"Don't just focus on their combat capabilities; the electronic warfare equipment they carry is also very useful. Although not as specialized as dedicated electronic warfare models, they are more than adequate for most situations." Referring to dedicated electronic warfare models, Renault naturally meant UMP40 and UMP45.

UMP45's electronic warfare equipment, in particular, was even more advanced than what AK12 and AN94 carried. The origin of this technology was unclear, different from Sangvis Ferri's, yet somewhat similar.

Supplemented by their unusually advanced mental cores, it wasn't surprising that they could release viruses among a large group of Griffin dolls in the Sangvis Ferri factory.

"Got it. Anyway, thanks for this time. I'll send you the commission fee once I get back." Having successfully assessed the approximate combat capabilities of the two dolls through the training apparatus, Angelia nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, be careful on your way out. Don't get run over." Renault waved his hand, eager to send her off so he could tinker with his spaceship. Once the hull was fully installed, there were still plenty of odds and ends waiting for him to finish.

"Run over..." Hearing Renault's words, Angelia rolled her eyes.

Couldn't he just say a couple of nice words? What if she really got run over later!?

If a three-hundred-kilogram doll came crashing into her, she wasn't sure if she'd end up with dozens of broken ribs or perish on the spot.

However, as she reached the door of the training room, Angelia turned back and asked Renault, "If AK12 and AN94 were to face off against your dolls, what are the chances of winning?"

"Chances of winning? Ninety-nine point nine percent..." Upon hearing this, Angelia's eyes lit up.

"Can they win?"

Renault glanced at her askance. What kind of daydreaming was she doing?

"They would lose."

Huh... This guy? Can't he save some face? What kind of nonsense is 'ninety-nine point nine percent chance of losing'? Despite the slight heaviness of your tactical dolls, this probability is still absurdly off.

"What about the remaining zero point one percent?"

"Unless you can mobilize an army or drop a nuclear bomb on us from above."

Obviously, both options were nearly impossible. Setting aside whether Angelia could acquire a nuclear bomb, even if she did, the military units wouldn't comply with the Statesec's orders.

Therefore, these two options were practically impossible for Angelia.

The dolls in Renault's household had long bid farewell to normal dolls; their protective capabilities far surpassed what regular light weapons could handle.

To penetrate their bodies, one would need specialized armor-piercing ammunition, such as discarding-sabot rounds or kinetic energy penetrators, and even then, they must hit directly. A grazing shot or a hit on a non-vital area wouldn't be fatal for tactical dolls.

Moreover, the size and attack speed of such ammunition were often not very fast. Tactical dolls weren't tanks; they were smaller and more agile. To hit such targets, even with identical tactical dolls, would require some effort.

And during this time, whether escaping or closing in for an attack, Renault's household dolls had plenty of time. It was enough for them to escape the opponent's firing range or rush in and physically incapacitate the opponent.

Hearing Renault's words, Angelia, with a black face, carefully dodged the dolls chasing her and left by helicopter.