Chapter 363: I Knew It Was Not a Good Thing!

"Good question, I also want to know—why do you have the command authority of Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing?"

Although the command authority wasn't high, only at the same level as hers, with so many dolls in front of her, except for the M4A1 who intended to shoot her, all these dolls had the identification code of Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing.

Executioner carried by MG3 on her shoulder tilted her head with difficulty as she looked at the dolls present.

MG3 and MP5, whose body performance was completely abnormal, and two more dolls who looked miserable came down from the aircraft over there—one was C96, and the other appears to be an MDR, and now they were asking Renault to help bandage them.

The last one to come down should be Simonov. Although these dolls' clothes had been changed more or less, her database still stored the facial feature data of most of them.

After all, they were all mass-produced by IOP. There might be some slight differences in appearance, but they could still be recognized.

"Why so many questions? Just stay here, MDR. If this girl doesn't behave, take a set of photos of her."

"Okay!"

"Simonov, hurry up and move things with the Vespids. I'll settle the score with you for your poor driving skills when we get back."

Renault rolled his eyes at Simonov as he spoke.

"Uh, this... This is the second time I've touched this aircraft." Simonov couldn't help but blush when Renault glared at her. Previously, Renault had taken this aircraft to install a turret after she got familiar with the driving method.

This was indeed the second time she had touched it!

"Stop talking nonsense. Didn't I tell you to go to the training room to practice? What were you doing all day yesterday? Were you busy eating pickles and drinking wine with A-91? Take the bottle out of your pocket! It's confiscated!"

As soon as Renault finished speaking, he walked over to Simonov without saying anything, raised his hand, and squeezed the bottle of wine from her pocket.

"Huh!? Ah, this..."

"What is it!"

Smack!

"Hurry up and go to the warehouse over there to see what's in stock! I'll lock you up in the training pod when we get back!"

A slap was delivered to Simonov's forehead. This girl was so lazy! RFB was more reliable than her now!

"Oh." Shrinking her neck, Simonov quickly put oil on her feet, called the Vespids who were still a bit confused, and ran toward the warehouse in the distance.

As Simonov took away all the Vespids that were supposed to be her subordinates, Executioner who had her head being the only thing that was functional, was so angry that her teeth itched. She lowered her eyes and looked at the Dinergates at MG3's feet. These were probably the only ones who hadn't betrayed her.

"Good girl! Good girl! Come with me to take a look over there. Remember to send me the real-time pictures!"

As Executioner was thinking, she saw MDR suddenly squat down and raise her hand to touch the heads of these Dinergates. These relaxed Dinergates surrounded MDR and appeared to have fun, as if they had seen their relatives.

Before she could say anything, the Dinergates followed MDR and walked away...

"Damn it! You guys! You're going too far!"

"Oh wow! What are you doing? Why are you screaming so loudly? If you can't move, why don't you just lie down? Or do you want to be killed by M4A1 over there?" MG3 pointed at the M4A1 who was still staring at Executioner, and threatened her.

"Hmph!"

Executioner snorted coldly, kept silent, and even closed her eyes, trying to contact other Sangvis Ferri Elite T-dolls nearby.

However, the kick from the mecha earlier had really injured her. Not only were her limbs seriously damaged, but even her communication system was down, and the short-distance signal was intermittent.

Not to mention long-distance communication...

What bad luck!

"Commander, should we put this Executioner in the cabin?" MP5 turned her head and asked Renault.

"No need for now. Put her next to the aircraft and take her after the cargo is loaded in the cabin."

"Okay." Hearing what Renault said, MP5 nodded to MG3, and MG3 immediately placed Executioner on a stone next to the aircraft door. "Let's go, C96, let's go have a look," MG3 clapped her hands and said.

For such a large light industrial area, there were naturally more than one warehouse and factory. Simonov and the Vespids were responsible for transportation. They only needed to tell Renault about the various materials and quantities they found.

Seeing that the several dolls in front of her had all left, leaving only an M4A1 and Renault, the human, Executioner immediately curled her lips and looked down at her left hand, which could still move a little.

Tsk! If only MG3 hadn't brought her here! She still had one hand that could barely move, and there were still some destroyed Vespid fragments from when she just fought with the mecha.

As long as she could find some temporary parts, she might be able to escape from these people... As for why she didn't self-destruct...

She wanted to, but she couldn't feel the self-destruct device at all!

No matter how many times she tried to start the self-destruct program in her mind, the only response from this wreck was "No related equipment!"

Like Executioner, M4A1 who was ignored by Renault and the others was also considering whether to escape from here. Now, there was only Renault, a human, around. With her mobility, it was easy for her to escape from a human.

It was just that the phone call between Renault and Helian just now made her a little unsure of what to do.

There was also an elite Sangvis Ferri doll here. From what MG3 said just now, it seemed that the human commander had no intention of killing Executioner.

But this wasn't too far-fetched. After all, Executioner's current state should be considered captured, right?

...

"Oh my, isn't this our foreman, Comrade Simonov? Come on, come on, you look so great carrying the rice bags now!"

Click!

Simonov, who was bending over, carrying a stack of eight rice bags on her back, suddenly felt a thump in her heart when she heard MDR's voice!

"Uh, I say, you don't go somewhere else to investigate, but come here just to take a picture of me?" Thinking she might have to add another photo to her own black history album, Simonov suddenly felt a little bitter in her mouth.

"I've already checked it. In addition to some expired MREs, there are only daily cleaning and disinfection supplies in the warehouse, like soap. I'm here with helpers to assist you!"

Helpers?

When Simonov heard MDR's words, she didn't feel happy but felt a kind of unease creeping all over her body!

She turned her eyes and looked around... Where were the helpers!? There were only a group of Dinergates standing on both sides of the road she had to pass!

Wait! Dinergates! These guys... These guys were all equipped with high-definition cameras! The images taken by Dinergates, originally used as reconnaissance units, were guaranteed to be crystal clear!

"Hey, everyone, stand still. Ah, Simonov, wait a moment, let me adjust the camera position... OK! The first scene, the first act! Foreman Simonov's simple day!"

"Action!"

"OH! NO!"