Chapter 103: Consider Switching Careers?

"Long time no see, Agent Helian. Due to the urgency of the situation, I'll get straight to the point. Griffin 901 Base Commander Mr. Aldrich was attacked by members of the Doll Rights Protection Association an hour ago. He is currently out of danger but still unconscious and requires further treatment. The missing Tactical Dolls have all been recovered, but the Griffin Base is currently without a commander. Please appoint a new commander as soon as possible. Also, Commander Reno asked me to inform you to transfer the agreed-upon payment to his account as soon as possible. G36, over."

Click!

With that, G36 promptly ended the communication, not giving Agent Helian any time to be shocked.

"Huh? Is that all? She just said a few words..." Normally when Aldrich contacted headquarters, he would ramble on for ages before getting to the point.

"The message our commander wants to convey is only these. If you need further contact, feel free to do so." After all, this was P90 and their base. Did they really need to ask her permission to use the communicator?

"Wow, G36 Missy is as straightforward as ever. No wonder she's a maid, huh? Why don't we have a competent maid like her?" MP5 watched G36 leave gracefully and couldn't help but envy her.

"Well, you never know. As long as you switch over to Commander Renault's firm, everything will be fine! They're also security contractors, so you won't even have to dismantle your Fire Control Core! Just hand in your resignation to G&K, then submit a resume to Commander Renault. It's as easy as pie!"

Upon hearing MP5's words, P90 immediately thought of CF05, who had recently switched sides to Renault's faction. That doll was living the high life now, enjoying hot pot every day and plenty of beer to go with it...

"Ah, I'm so jealous! Simonov, that guy, I also want to drink like there's no tomorrow too..." A-91 also expressed envy while clutching a bottle of liquor she had received from Simonov.

While NZ75 didn't say anything, her dreamy gaze revealed her thoughts.

M40 and C96 probably had similar thoughts, considering how they saw P38 living so comfortably under Reno's command.

Meanwhile, after M1 Garand and G36 left the G&K Base, they were immediately stopped by Mrs. Dora standing at the door along with M200, who had been rescued with them, and RFB, who hadn't been seen much before.

"Mrs. Dora, what's this?" Seeing the two dolls standing in front of the old lady, holding their imprinted weapons and luggage at their feet, it was obvious that these were their belongings.

"Oh, M1 Garand, although it's a bit embarrassing to say, I want to entrust these two kids to that brat Renault. We can't take care of them here, and, selfishly speaking, I don't want to see these girls get hurt protecting an old man like me." The old lady looked down at the two dolls, who looked somewhat resentful. She reached out and patted their heads. "Alright, rest assured. I'm not so old that I can't move yet. If you want to come back in the future, my home are always open to you."

This...?

M1 Garand and G36 looked at each other, unable to understand why Mrs. Dora was doing this. If it was because M200 had been controlled by someone, she didn't seem scared.

Was it really necessary to hand over two advanced dolls directly to Reno? Wasn't that unnecessary?

Although the Graven family was not impoverished, they were still very wealthy. However, two advanced dolls, especially those specially ordered for protection, came at a high price from IOP. And judging from their appearance, they seemed to get along well. This incident was just a rare random occurrence. Was there really a need to let them go just like that?

"Thank you for your trust, Mrs. Dora, but we still need to consult the commander's opinion on this matter." M1 Garand shook her head, indicating that she couldn't make the decision to take in other dolls for Reno.

Although she believed that Reno would not refuse. Every time he saw a doll that could be salvaged, he never let them go.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I just called Renault. You can take them back directly. But remember, don't bully them. Otherwise, I'll go back and make trouble for Reno!" Mrs. Dora said as she pushed M200 and RFB behind her.

"Alright, I won't bother you any longer. Hurry back and get some rest. It's already late." With that, Mrs. Dora turned and left. Her brisk pace indicating that her body was indeed strong.

Meanwhile, M1 Garand and G36 greeted M200 and RFB before leading the two advanced dolls back to the factory area.

"Mom, is this really necessary? If you don't want to see them fight, why not just remove their Fire Control Core? We can afford to keep them." Rising from behind the bushes, Mr. Gale Graven took a deep breath, wiping the imaginary sweat off his forehead. He had gained weight, and even squatting down felt quite strenuous.

"Don't be silly. They're tactical dolls, born to fight. But... in my opinion, removing their Fire Control Core is no different from taking a weapon from a soldier on the battlefield. They're good girls, just a bit naive. I don't want to see them fall in front of me. I've had enough of this kind of thing!" Mrs. Dora frowned.

Well, they're just tactical dolls... although he thought so, Gale couldn't say it out loud. Even he, as the head of the family, had to admit that IOP's doll-making technology was almost flawless.

Especially in the construction of neural clouds. Although the two tactical dolls had only been hired for a short time, neither he nor his old lady felt that these two young girls were just machines made by humans.

Compared to the term 'tactical doll' used to distinguish them from humans, they preferred to believe that M200 and RFB were just two ordinary young girls.

And compared to families like theirs who were 'ordinary', it was clear that Renault, the less-than-serious security contractor, had more experience with dolls and would surely be able to protect the two girls securely.

"Don't just stand there being silly! Hurry back and go to bed! Get up early tomorrow and exercise! You need to lose at least twenty pounds before leaving this city! Otherwise, you won't even find a good girl! Do you want me to wait until I'm seventy or eighty to hold my grandchildren!? You ungrateful child!"

"But... Mom, isn't this a bit...?"

Too much! His scheduled convoy would arrive in three days!