Chapter 159: Fratricide

The footsteps rapidly closing in covered the ground Renault and his companions had traversed in mere minutes, matching their sprint speed almost perfectly. Indeed, the newcomer sprinted full tilt, with a form so flawless it could have been in a race.

Seeing the person charging towards them, Renault instinctively waved his hand, and along with M1911, stepped aside against the wall. Although they didn't know why this person was in such a hurry, they figured it wouldn't hurt to make way. After all, they weren't losing anything.

As the newcomer rushed past Renault and the others, their black skirt, riddled with bullet holes and scorch marks, fluttered past them.

But just as the person passed Renault and his companions, they didn't continue running. Instead, they abruptly halted and, with an alert expression, stared at Renault and his group.

"Commander of Griffin, what are you planning!?"

The Sangvis Ferri elite-level Doll Agent, with disheveled hair and a body covered in the smell of gunpowder, pointed both of her remaining machine guns at Renault.

"Griffin? Me?" Hearing Agent's words, Renault looked around and then raised his hand to point at himself.

He hadn't expected Agent to stop because of them, let alone not recognize him!

What was going on? It had been about a year since he started interacting with Scarecrow, and from then till now, hadn't almost every Sangvis Ferri elite-level Dolls seen him?

Executioner, Hunter, Destroyer, Intruder, not to mention Scarecrow, that made five Sangvis Ferri elite dolls. Even if the others hadn't seen him in person, how could they not even recognize what he looked like?

With data transfer between dolls being so convenient, just a short video clip would have been enough for other Sangvis Ferri elite dolls to recognize him. Moreover, Scarecrow had even obtained an official SF field Agent identity for him.

And yet, Agent here didn't seem to know who he was and bluntly called him the commander of Griffin?

Did he really look like the commander of Griffin?

"Are there others here? You just intercepted me outside the factory, and now you've broken into this factory, cutting off Sangvis Ferri's communication transmission. What are your intentions?" Watching Renault, who looked dumbfounded, Agent remained wary of the three in front of her.

She had just single-handedly defeated a Griffin squad that had intercepted her outside, killed a Griffin commander, and now another one showed up. And this human... he didn't look quite right.

The life detector readings were abnormal, but Agent was certain that there had been no issues with her life detection module during the battle just now.

Moreover, she couldn't identify the approximate model of the two T-dolls beside him. Apart from confirming that they were indeed using ordinary public communication frequencies, she couldn't detect any other information about these two dolls.

"How should I know Griffin's intentions? I'm Renault, here to find Scarecrow. Haven't you SF folks heard of me? Not long ago, you took over a new goods transportation route from me." Renault said uncertainly, wondering if Agent could really recognize who he was. But since they were still standing here talking, it seemed unlikely they would start fighting. Besides, Renault was not one to resort to violence easily.

"Renault?" Hearing Renault's words, Agent frowned. "You're the security contractor who often helps Scarecrow purchase various living supplies?"

"That's me. Speaking of which, where's Scarecrow?" Renault spread his hands and asked.

"She's gone to repair the signal transmitter in the south." After a moment of contemplation, Agent said, though she wasn't sure if she should trust the guy in front of her, she still revealed Scarecrow's whereabouts.

"Oh, when will your train be back in operation?" Hearing that Scarecrow was just repairing the signal transmitter, Renault scratched his head.

Who knew where that signal transmitter was? The other side couldn't possibly tell him the location of such an important facility.

It was unlikely he could find Scarecrow directly, so he might as well ask when their train would resume operation. That way, he could take the train back home with a carload of goods.

Upon hearing this, Agent immediately frowned. Why was this guy still not leaving? Didn't he know this was the main factory of Sangvis Ferri? And the SF freight train wasn't open to the public either.

Unless they were a company cooperating with them...

"No intelligence, unable to estimate." With the communication of the entire Sangvis Ferri factory system suddenly cut off and the signal transmitter destroyed, the entire SF factory was in a state of stagnation and chaos. Only elite dolls like her could continue to operate under such conditions. Obviously, the Griffin dolls and human combat personnel who broke into the factory were all prepared.

"Uh, can I go in and take a look? After all, I've never seen that guy called Lycoris." Renault shrugged, ready to go, and gestured for M1911 and the others to follow.

Even if this Agent had bruises all over her body, Renault wouldn't be afraid of her even if she were at her peak. After all, she was just a little stronger, a little more resilient, and had four machine guns hidden under her skirt.

What was the big deal? Ordinary Dominion Marines are more intimidating than her.

As the group advanced, the fallen human combat personnel became more and more numerous. However, most of these people were shot in the back or in the head, similar to the SF automaton units and dolls that had fallen before. Of course, the manner of death was similar, but the wounds were different.

These dead human combat personnel mostly died from ordinary weapons, not SF's particle weapons.

"Commander, did the Griffin T-Dolls have a falling out with these guys? Most of these people look like they were taken out by Griffin T-dolls." M1911 was also puzzled.

They had just broken into Sangvis Ferri factory together, and now they were already starting to fight amongst themselves?