"IDW da meow!"
"ID ..."
"..."
Snap!
Watching Renault activate all three of Universal Anything's Security Dolls one after another, P90 suddenly slapped her head.
However, the words that came out of the mouths of these dolls stunned P90.
IDW? Isn't that a name that only G&K tactical dolls would have?
These several dolls... shouldn't they all have been sent back by Griffin's commanders?
Then their fire control core was removed and finally returned... But the return point should also be IOP with their own service planes; how could it be that they were sent via Universal Anything transporter?
Moreover, the three dolls did not seem to have their memories erased, and after the first one shouted out her name, the next two directly held back all of their words and also immediately recalled their own situation, with their pair of ears and the tail behind them all hanging down.
Renault naturally had no intention of pursuing the origins of these three cats.
"You three, do you have your own names?"
Hearing Renault's question, the three demoralized Security 2.0 dolls all shook their heads helplessly.
They had woken up in Griffin since the moment they left the factory, and their names were only the names of the weapon IDWs in their hands.
Now that their fire control core had been removed, and Griffin's employment contract had been terminated, they were now completely ownerless.
"Alright, why don't you three come up with a name for yourselves? Anyway, get out of the stowage bin and wait here for a while while I get these two dolls started." Raising his hand and pointing at the two Butler-36 dolls that the Rippers had moved out from among the cargo crates, Renault said so.
Hearing Renault's words, P90 sighed helplessly.
It seemed that Commander Renault was determined to keep these three guys behind, but so what if he didn't? Is it hard to just kick the three of them out? Or give them back to Universal Anything?
No matter how you think about it, there is no doll that can run away when it comes to Renault's hands.
And since this set of tactical dolls are all from Griffin, then this other two with a face like G36 looks exactly the same should also be from Griffin, right?
After all, G36's name is still very famous among G&K, and the G36 under Gentiane's command is even more shrewd and capable.
The same is true of their own G36; most of the things on the entire ship are well organized by her.
They really can't think of such an excellent doll for what reason would be returned.
However, Renault soon realized what was going on, because the moment the hatch cover of one of the dolls was opened, a strong smell of blood instantly came!
The doll that looked exactly like G36 even jumped up directly from the stowage bin after opening her eyes!
A pair of hands were like knives heading straight for Renault's head!
As the palms of her hands gradually approached Renault, a piece of real blade directly spurted out from the other party's wrist, aimed at Renault's head!
"Tsk." Raising his hand to pinch this doll's arm, Renault was also speechless.
No wonder it would be returned, this is clearly been modified, specially used for assassination, right?
Really, wherever you go, this kind of diaphragmatic thing will happen. And this smelly pungent of blood, it's not just because of her presence that oozes from being a doll kept being used as an assassination tool, it is because he can smell it literally.
The plane that had deviated from its course might have been trying to erase the evidence on that transport.
On the contrary, the other Butler-36 doll looked perfectly normal, and it seemed like it was being activated for the first time.
"First time, from Universal Everything Service Company, Butler-36 type domestic service robot at your service. Please name me, master."
Erm, naming again... Hearing this, Renault also scratched his head with a headache.
He really wasn't very good at things like naming.
Thinking this way, Renault directly turned his head to look at M1 Garand next to him.
"Ahem, commander, this kind of thing you'd better ask G36, I'm also not very good at naming..." M1 Garand somewhat awkwardly averted her eyes, obviously not going to give Renault a favor in this regard.
To be honest, M1 Garand actually wanted to change her name, but she had been thinking about it for a long time, and hadn't come up with any suitable name to come up with, so she just kept making do with it.
Now her commander is asking a name! She can't even decide hers!
"Alright, then I'll take them to the workroom first. Remember to notify G36 to come to the workroom after you guys put the stuff in storage."
Saying that, Renault also greeted the four dolls and walked towards the workroom.
As for why it was four instead of five, it was of course because the last one was being pinched and carried in Renault's hand.
He doesn't know if Scarecrow's side had finished, but it shouldn't have taken too long.
After all, there were more than just Type 80 and PK and the nine of them waiting in line to replace their doll bodies.
There are also six of them, plus Alchemist and SOP2, that's eight.
It would be good enough time for Scarecrow to finish now.
As soon as he arrived near the workroom, Renault heard Simonov's disgruntled grumble.
"AR15! That leather seat of mine is definitely something you'll pay with your wallet!"
"Well, it has nothing to do with me."
"How can it be unrelated! Didn't I get this silicified pieces on my face and body from you!"
Hearing Simonov's words, AR15 didn't feel any irritation at Simonov's pestering but instead pulled the corner of her mouth very happily.
There was nothing more pleasing than seeing other people suffering than her!
"Come on, don't argue in the workroom, the commander might just throw you out when he arrives. Is all the packing done over at the brewing workroom? You look like you've got a lot of time on your hands, don't you?" Scarecrow didn't have the heart to look at Simonov, the guy trying to blackmail money from AR15.
It's just a leather seat, and that seat is the same thing that the commander removed from the tank as well as the armored vehicle in the first place, it didn't cost a penny at all, so what are you guys arguing about here?
While several people were talking, Renault was also carrying a doll, while leading four dolls behind him into the workroom.
"How many of the bodies have been replaced already?"
"Now it's just short of Springfield's, but Springfield's neural core seems to have some damage, I was about to call you over."
"Damage? Well, I'll take a look at it later. For now, help think of a few names. These three unlucky ones were dismissed by Griffin, the one over here is a freshly shipped Butler-36, and as for the one I'm holding, it's probably an unlucky one that was used as a tool."
Renault shook the doll he was carrying in his hand. Even after being controlled by Renault, the doll was still struggling to try and get out.
However, the expression on her face was not quite the same as its own movements; she looked like she had already cried out, and the color in her eyes looked like it was completely broken.
Well, he'll know what's going on if he checks her out later.