Chapter 38: Can I have a phone?

No double chapters for today.

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The key equipment on the instrument was gently removed by Reno and then placed into the box brought from the side. The soft lining inside the box ensured that these fragile gadgets would not be damaged during transportation.

Although these electronic devices were not needed temporarily, they would definitely be used later. Renault never relied on IOP or G&K's support to survive. In this day and age, it's better to rely on oneself.

"Hm?" Perhaps the electronic components removed by Reno triggered something, and the sound of a compartment opening rang out behind him.

Where there was originally a wall, a wall slowly descended, revealing a repair pod that had stopped operating with a T-Doll floating inside.

The figure was not tall, with slightly dull silver hair and a noticeable peach-red highlight on the left side of the forehead.

"Advanced T-Doll?" Glancing at the data on the repair pod's panel, Reno was also puzzled. He couldn't figure out why there was an advanced T-Doll here. From the data on the repair pod, the physical quality of this advanced T-Doll was very good.

Different from the Service Dolls used by Simonov and others, this thing's body was a model coded CSD-08, seemingly developed for military purposes.

It had only been about a year since it left the factory, so it should be a relatively advanced model.

As for whether this guy had an imprinting system? Reno glanced around but didn't see any weapons. The data in the repair pod also didn't specify, and there were no obvious markings on the clothes.

But judging from her clothing style, it was clear she wasn't a service android. Which household's service android would have so many tactical belts on their clothes? Who is this person? She looks very familiar...

"Commander! We've spotted the signal tower you mentioned! It's on the hill northwest of the town! About five hundred meters away!"

Before Reno could recall who the T-Doll in front of him was, M1 Garand's voice rang out in the communicator.

"Alright, note down the location. Come back first, and guide me later." With a distance of five hundred meters, he didn't have a weapon capable of destroying a signal tower from such a distance, so it seemed he had to go there himself.

"Damn doll trafficker! Taste my righteous flying kick!" Just as Reno finished speaking, a vigorous shout came from behind him. At the same time, a flying kick with a sound of breaking wind came straight towards the back of Reno's head!

Snap!

Hearing the sound, Reno turned around directly and grabbed the T-Doll's ankle, stopping the almost certain flying kick just ten centimeters in front of Reno's face.

Crack!

As Reno caught the blow, the solid tiles under his feet emitted a mournful groan and shattered into pieces!

"Huh? Huh?" The T-Doll, still stretching her leg, tilted her head in confusion. As she questioned, cold sweat dripped directly from her cheek.

"How is this possible!? There's no way a human could lift me up with one hand! You're not a human at all, are you! Ah, it hurts, it hurts, let go of me!"

The attack was blocked, and not only that, but it was also intercepted by grabbing the ankle, causing intense pain to immediately map to the doll's neural cloud through the pain feedback module! The leg that was originally taut also softened, and the whole person was instantly lifted by Reno.

"Commander? Is everything okay on your end?" M1 Garand, who had just failed to cut off the communication, heard the entire movement from beginning to end. Although she didn't hear Reno's words and didn't think Reno would have any problems, M1 Garand still asked with some concern.

Both of them quickened their pace, rushing directly down from the rooftop along the ruins, and when they asked this question, they had already returned to the door of the room.

"It's nothing, just a doll who didn't understand the situation. Do you recognize her? She looks like a tactical doll."

As he spoke, Reno let go, and the T-Doll stood up on her own, waving to M1 Garand at the door.

"This? I haven't seen this T-Doll before. Maybe it's a new product from IOP?" BM59 shook her head, indicating that she hadn't seen this T-Doll before. M1 Garand also agreed, saying she hadn't seen her either. Of course, this could also be because they hadn't stayed at the Griffin headquarters for long.

Moreover, there were so many tactical doll produced by IOP, they definitely didn't know every one of them, and the other party didn't have an imprinted weapon in her hand, so there was no way to judge her model.

"No, it's not a new product. The body's manufacturing date was probably less than a year ago, which is several months earlier than your manufacturing date."

Just as Reno spoke, the unidentified doll also stood up, grabbed her fallen beret, and saw M1 Garand and BM59 standing at the door. "Hey! M1 Garand! And BM59! I'm also a tactical doll of G&K! Can you contact HQ and have them transfer me back? It's terrible here!"

"A Griffin tactical doll?" M1 Garand and BM59 glanced at each other, but this answer was also within reason, after all, most of the tactical dolls produced by IOP were supplied to Griffin.

Although other departments or individuals might also purchase tactical dolls, the number was very small, and in general, they would not encounter them.

However, contacting the Griffin HQ was still up to their own commander. After all, they had already said goodbye to Griffin.

"Commander?"

"We'll talk about contacting Griffin headquarters later. Let's leave here now and blow up that signal tower first." Reno waved his hand, picked up the box containing the instruments, and walked out of the room.

"Huh? Huh? No, wait! Can you help me? If not, can you lend me a communicator so I can contact them myself?" Seeing that Reno had no intention of attacking her, the silver-haired T-Doll followed behind M1 Garand with a troubled face.

"We didn't bring a communicator, and what model are you anyway? Where's your imprinted weapon?"

"Imprinted weapon? Oh! I sense it! It's not far ahead... Wow, what's going on here? Why are there so many autonomous dolls trapped under the ruins?" The weapon bound with imprinted technology and the doll could sense location of each other's status within a certain range.

Therefore, when the silver-haired doll sensed that her imprinted weapon was not far ahead, instead of rushing out, she began to search herself.

"What are you looking for?"

"Um, I've lost my phone. By the way, can you lend me a phone? Let me take a picture and post it anonymously."