Chapter 102: Let's Move Quickly

"Just as I said, being foolish doesn't disappear just because you have power. You, the self-righteous fellow, thought ordering two tactical dolls from IOP would protect you?"

As M1 Garand and G36 rushed with a group of dolls to the affluent area, they found an elderly lady with white hair scolding a wealthy, overweight man in the hall of Griffin's base.

"Mom! I'm already grown up..."

"Quiet! You're already grown up! Yet you still act so irresponsibly! If that girl hadn't deliberately aimed off! Do you think your 200-pound belly could have remained intact!?" The old lady cut off the wealthy man before he could finish, then reached out and patted his belly a few times.

The fat belly, jiggling under the old lady's patting, matched the wealthy man's tangled annoyed and embarrassed expression, creating a somewhat amusing scene.

"Good evening, Mrs. Graven, Mr. Graven." M1 Garand greeted the scolded duo as she approached.

She knew them well. The fat merchant was Gael Graven, and the old lady was Dora Graven. They had been frequent customers of Renault for some time.

The Graven used to run a shipbuilding business in the southern port, specializing in building large freighters. Most of the freighters received at the SF port were built by the Graven family.

However, with the radiation level soaring in the southern port, their shipbuilding business came to a halt. Fortunately, the Graven also operated some coffee-related business, so they weren't impoverished.

But life wasn't as comfortable as before, and Renault had taken several of their business deals before. Unfortunately, Renault had been on vacation until now. Otherwise, they might still be helping to escort the Graven family's coffee beans.

"Ah! M1 Garand, how is your commander Renault? I haven't heard any news about him for a long time." Without waiting for Gael's response, Dora walked up to M1 Garand with a friendly face, holding her hand familiarly.

"Oh, the commander is fine, just taking a break recently. Thank you for your concern." M1 Garand responded with a smile, appreciating the old lady's kindness.

After all, they could often drink high-quality coffee at home now, thanks to this old lady's generosity. However, it was curious that her own family didn't employ any autonomous Dolls. But now it sounded like the embarrassed M200, who had lowered her head and looked guilty, was ordered from IOP by Mr. Gael?

"This should be your family's doll, right? She was just controlled by some malicious people earlier. I hope... Anyway, we brought her back."

Looking at M200, who didn't want to lift her head, M1 Garand felt that she shouldn't say too much.

Mrs. Dora probably wouldn't make it too difficult for M200...

As M1 Garand imagined, Mrs. Dora did not say much, just bent down to M200, hugged her, and then touched M200's head.

However... Mrs. Dora did not mention taking M200 back.

"Mr. Graven, may I ask why you came to Griffin's branch?"

Generally, wealthy clients like Gael rarely came to Griffin's branch voluntarily. Usually, they just came to see it once before the contract was reached, and most of them even just gave Griffin some money.

Obviously, Gael came here voluntarily, and it was unusual, especially with his arm injured. "Ah, it's just my mother's request. She heard gunshots over here, so she asked RFB and the family doctor to come over and check on Mr. Aldrich's condition. In short, it's not very optimistic. When we arrived, that guy had only a breath left."

Hearing M1 Garand's question, Gael shrugged and nodded towards the room inside the Griffin branch hall.

Hearing this, G36, who was standing behind M1 Garand, and P90, who had been standing still, glanced at each other.

So in the end their guess was almost correct?

Just as several dolls were about to go in to check on their commander's condition, a doctor in a white coat, wiping the blood off his hands with a towel, sweaty, came out.

"How's the situation, Doctor?" Seeing his private doctor coming out, Gael raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Uh, the situation should be okay. His life is stable now, and the bullets have been removed. It's just that this guy's left leg and left forearm are probably not going to be saved, the bones are already shattered to a degree that is impossible restore."

The doctor wiped his sweat and said somewhat helplessly.

He had done his best. It's just that this Griffin commander was too unlucky. Both bullets hit the joint areas, and the time got dragged on for a long time. It was fortunate that he didn't die on the spot from too much blood loss

And upon hearing the doctor's words, including A-91 and the two T-Dolls who were captured with M200 later, MP40 and C96, all looked at each other awkwardly, none of them planning to go in first.

To be honest, although they had been working under this commander for a considerable amount of time, they weren't really familiar with him. Moreover, their treatment was not good on ordinary days. If it weren't for Mrs. Dora often helping them out, maybe they would have resigned and turned to washing dishes by now.

At least this way they could install an additional waterproof module, and they wouldn't have to worry about being attacked by those little rascals with water guns anymore.

"Going in to take a look is fine, but that guy hasn't regained consciousness yet, and further treatment is needed. His left leg and left forearm may even need amputation. But it's best to ask for his opinion on this matter."

Seeing several Griffin dolls hesitating here, the doctor packed up his first aid kit, found a place to sit down, and said to them.

Hearing the doctor say this, P90 and the others also had no intention of going in to see their commander. Standing in place, they didn't know what to do next, continue patrolling outside? Or stay here guarding the unlucky commander?

"Contact Griffin headquarters first, report the situation here, and then call for an ambulance to take him to the hospital. Obviously, it's impossible to continue with follow-up treatment here."

G36 didn't stand still, she just glanced at the unlucky commander lying on the command center table, then came out and said this to the group of Griffin Dolls.