"I say, Renault, is it really okay to leave so many dolls on the ship idle all day?" HK416 sat on the parts box, crossed her arms, and asked Renault, who was modifying the Jupiter cannon.
"Otherwise, where can we start a war?"
"Uh..." HK416 sighed helplessly after being taken aback by Renault's blunt words, but if she thought about it carefully, Renault's words seemed to make sense.
There are already quite a few dolls on the ship. Among them, those who are good at fighting are truly proficient. All the dolls that emerged from the training device made by Renault are skilled in combat.
Although these dolls may seem unserious and playful like naughty children at home, if they were put on the battlefield, they would only need a five-person team with limited ammunition to defeat military dolls outnumbering them tenfold.
These doll frames are weapons themselves, with powerful strength and nearly unlimited energy engines.
If someone else got hold of this kind of technology, they would probably have started thinking about conquering the world. Fortunately, Renault is content to tinker with this... useless Jupiter cannon.
The Force Shields made by the military have already proven that the Jupiter cannon is not effective against military units with large Force Shield-generating devices. Although continuous bombardment can reduce the energy of the opponent's Shield-generating device, the efficiency is too low.
If there is time, they would have already rushed to the opponent.
"Don't worry about it too much. If there is a commission, take it. If there is no commission, just sit tight. There's nothing to worry about." As for other messy things, Renault certainly didn't want to get involved. It would not benefit him.
It's okay to get involved occasionally on a whim, but there is obviously no such opportunity now.
The military's actions are getting bigger and bigger, and Sangvis Ferri has been shrinking its scope of action. He doesn't know whether they were really defeated by the military or whether they were holding back their strength to give the military a surprise blow.
Griffin's life has been pretty good recently. Without so many Sangvis Ferri intrusions, their business has also improved a little. Of course, part of the reason is that many of Griffin's human employees have resigned, allowing them to pay less in wages.
He wonder if those former Griffin employees who resigned under pressure from Sangvis Ferri and the military will feel regretful after seeing Griffin's current situation. After all, Griffin is a unique security contractor that doesn't require running out and risking life and death.
"Hmm." HK416, who heard Renault's words, hummed helplessly, but her eyes caught a glimpse of a figure standing in the cargo hold, staring blankly at the Rippers.
"By the way, what are you going to do with that girl? Are you going to let her wander around the boat like this?"
That person from Paradeus just wanders around the boat without saying a word. She doesn't greet people, only just stares at them with lifeless eyes.
Hiss! Just thinking about it gives her a creepy feeling.
"Leave it like this for now. That thing is different from a doll. She was transformed from a human. I deleted some of the protocols and regulations in her mental space before. Now she should be recalling the memories she already had."
"Transformation, so... is she alive or dead now? The life detection module doesn't seem to work on her."
"She is half alive, but there's not much difference from a doll. She still needs to be charged."
"Uh, charging... Can't she just eat?"
"No, most of her organs have been replaced with mechanical parts. Although she can still eat, it's just a simulation device. The only part of her body that is still human is probably the brain."
"Okay, I'm going to find G11. You can tinker with it here slowly." HK416 looked at the figure who was still standing there without moving, stood up, waved to Renault, and left. Renault didn't care. The two Jupiter cannons he had were about to be modified. They were specially modified for the military's shield generator, or in other words, they were specially modified for the Force Shield generator technology.
With these two cannons, the weapon system of the spacecraft would not be blocked by the shield generator.
Like Achitect, her artillery platform was bombarded by a mere armored train, but in the end, she didn't win. Her artillery platform was blown away by the smaller-caliber train guns on the armored train.
It was just like an adult holding a rubber hammer and couldn't smash the turtle shell, but ended up having his toes bitten off.
Just when Renault was obsessed with modifying the Jupiter cannon, the spacecraft cruising on a fixed route had returned to the sky above the Griffin base again. Wz.29 also followed Renault's instructions and directly controlled the spacecraft to land at the previous landing site.
M1918 also received a notice from M1 Garand and came to the hatch of the spacecraft early, ready to disembark and return to the Griffin base.
Unlike when she came with only her own imprint weapons, M1918 now had a lot of bags of different sizes in her hands.
There were snacks made by G3, specialties sent by CF05 and others, and even a large bag of fresh meat sent by MG3.
If M1918 had been interested in alcohol, she might have had a box of alcohol brewed by Simonov and others.
Until she walked out of the hatch of the spacecraft, M1918's neural cloud was still a little confused, and she didn't understand what she was doing on this trip.
It was obviously to follow the Sangvis doll Alchemist to prevent her from doing anything to harm Griffin, but after this round, it was like coming here for a vacation. She had a comfortable meal and received a lot of small gifts from other dolls on the ship.
"Um, are you... buying goods?" Looking at M1918 standing at the door of the Griffin base with a lot of bags, FAL, who was patrolling near the base, looked at her with a strange expression and asked.
"This... this is a long story... I just followed those dolls to Commander Renault's ship..." M1918 was a little embarrassed and wanted to scratch her head, but her hands were full of bags, so she could only squint her eyes blankly.
"Wow! This fragrance! I seem to smell the dessert made by G3!" M1918 was thinking about how to explain, and FNC, who was following FAL, suddenly rushed out and leaned over to the handbag next to M1918 and took a deep breath.
"It was indeed made by G3. After all, she is on that ship now."
After hearing this, not only FNC, but also the other dolls came up curiously and chattered about G3. After all, since G3 left Griffin inexplicably, the quality of the desserts at Griffin headquarters has dropped several levels.