Chapter 288: Just in Case

"Don't joke! How could Sangvis Ferri's trains be mobilized by other security contractors?! Is your Griffin framing us?"

"Ah... That's impossible. All of Griffin's actions are conducted within the regulations of Statesec and the law." Kryuger sighed as he watched Carter's fierce image on the holographic display, feeling somewhat helpless.

If Sangvis Ferri's trains could be easily activated by others, then the several Sangvis Ferri factories forcibly closed near the White Zone wouldn't still be unable to restart.

Perhaps someone could indeed bypass Sangvis Ferri's blockade through technical means, but obviously, those capable individuals had no interest in the Sangvis Ferri factories that had always been under military surveillance.

Or rather, they dared not to be interested.

Joking aside, tweak a screw here today, and tomorrow, they might replace your hand with a prosthetic for screwing.

Did they really think all those military personnel were just eating for free?

"Hmph! It's better this way, Kryuger. You better watch out now. If those Sangvis Ferri  make it to the rear through that railway, then it'll be up to your Griffin to handle it."

With these words, Carter directly hung up the communication.

Seeing the angry face disappear from his sight, Kryuger leaned back in his chair, rubbing his forehead with a headache.

"Helian, next time before doing these things, at least notify me. This time we took the bullet for Renault."

"Sorry, boss, I'll remember next time." Helian who was standing nearby said expressionlessly.

Hearing this, Kryuger's eye twitched involuntarily. He wondered if he should change Helian's position. Would there even be a next time?

This time, it was only because of his relationship with Carter that nothing went wrong. Otherwise, if someone else had come, the military forces would have stormed the Griffin headquarters with guns long ago.

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"Commander? Are we really going to build a spaceship? The kind that can fly into space? Not something that runs on the ground?"

Walking around the cold fusion engine for three laps, Elf, or rather G11, stared at Renault with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, so what's the matter with deliberately running over here? Why aren't you in the training room today?"

Looking at the energetic G11 somewhat helplessly, who seemed to be in a perpetual state of zombie mode from training simulations, Renault asked.

"Um, well..." Seeing Renault's gaze fall on her, G11 tapped her finger and timidly asked, "Commander, when can I go on missions with HK416 and the others?"

"Missions? Why suddenly bring that up? Unlike other security contractors, we don't have many missions. You can do whatever you want most of the time. Just come over to help me when you're free."

Putting down the notes in his hand, Renault looked at G11 held by her and guessed why Elf wanted others to call her G11.

She probably felt uncomfortable being the only one using her name while everyone else used code names.

That's why she publicly announced a few days ago, when everyone was gathered in the cafeteria, that others should start calling her G11.

Although other T-Dolls found it strange, they didn't object.

"Um, can I join the missions next time?"

"Of course, that's fine."

Ruffling G11's head, Renault found the sensation of her synthetic hair not bad. Compared to when she first arrived, G11 seemed much livelier now, at least not as timid as before.

"Thank you, Commander!"

Hearing Renault's words, G11 ran off happily.

As G11 entered the elevator and left the underground space, Renault turned his head towards the direction of the stairs.

"Alright, stop hiding over there like an over-protective mother. Do you have something else to say?"

As Renault's words fell, HK416 pushed open the door of the staircase and walked out. "Why do you talk so lightly with G11, but with me, it's like you're impatient?"

"As long as you come out and talk to me openly, instead of always following G11 around like a stalker."

HK416, now completely like a protective mother, always followed G11 wherever she went. Probably because she couldn't trust the little one she personally rescued to protect herself.

But she was just worrying too much. G11 hadn't left the factory area, so there was nothing to worry about.

"Tsk." Hearing the word Renault used to describe her behavior, HK416 couldn't help but pout, but unfortunately, that was the truth. Almost all the T-Dolls in the factory area knew about it.

If it weren't for HK416's usually well-controlled expression, others might think she had some secret fetish.

"But why do you want to build a spaceship? A security contractor like us doesn't need such a thing, right? Moreover, it will attract some attention. I don't want to confront those guys who are quick to resort to violence."

Anyway, HK416 couldn't figure out what use building a spaceship would be.

Was it just to fly into space?

That seemed too unrealistic, and what would they even do in space? What's the point?

"How could we not need it? At the very least, when we need to make a quick getaway, having a spaceship is not in the same league as having only a truck at hand."

"Just for the convenience of running away?"

"Yes, just for the convenience of running away."

Renault nodded.

HK416 frowned, wearing a questioning expression on her face.

Going through all this trouble, building an engine, using freight trains to transport materials, all for the sake of being a little faster when running away?

No... if you don't cause trouble, where do you need to run away from? They were just an inconspicuous private security contractor; under normal circumstances, when would they need to escape by spaceship?

Renault didn't seem inclined to explain further. After all, he hadn't put down his weapons to live a carefree life in the White Zone.

And now, Griffin's influence seemed a bit too large. With dozens of jurisdictions, although some had turned into red zones and some areas were still in conflict with Sangvis Ferri, it couldn't be denied that Griffin controlled a large area with extensive unpolluted regions.

With such a large area, Griffin, a security contractor that couldn't even use heavy weapons and was subject to the regulations of the Statesec, would sooner or later be annihilated out of fear by someone.