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RC 921-930

Chapter 121: What Do You Think They Are Doing?

"Ahhhh—!?"

"Hot, hot, hot!"

"My clothes! Ouch!?"

The screams from the corridor interrupted the conversation between Helian and Renault.

However, there were only a few screams at first, and then, except for the few dolls who had screamed initially, almost no other dolls could be heard.

Hearing the noise, Helian's heart skipped a beat.

The sudden silence gave her a bad premonition. Could it be that the dolls were so seriously injured that they couldn't speak?

However, Renault wasn’t as nervous. Although he didn’t see it with his own eyes, he had been using his psionic power to monitor the few little ones who started to mess around after getting their lightsabers.

And the situation was just as he had imagined. A lightsaber wasn’t something to be used casually. Using a nunchaku might result in hitting your own head, let alone a lightsaber, which had no weight and no real feel to it.

The screams didn’t last long. After about ten seconds, Helian heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor—a group of dolls running like a herd of trains.

"Commander!" Simonov, who had run the fastest, cried out to Renault with tears in her eyes.

"Puff!" Renault couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight of Simonov suddenly appearing, and Helian beside him couldn’t suppress her laughter either.

Simonov looked too funny at that moment. A burnt mark ran diagonally across Simonov’s face, leaving a black streak and burning half of her long hair into short strands.

She held a lightsaber in one hand, another tucked into her skirt pocket, and her free left hand was holding onto her singed hair.

"Ahem, Simonov, your hairstyle is... quite unique," Helian said, clearing her throat as she tried to comfort the unfortunate doll.

However, her words seemed to have no effect. Simonov’s eyes reddened further, and it looked like she was about to cry out of embarrassment.

Of course, this lasted only a short time.

"Helian, please hold onto it for me! I’ll be back soon!"

After stuffing the lightsaber into her hands, Simonov hurried into the repair pod, determined.

"Ah! Simonov! You’re too cunning!" Just as Simonov entered the repair chamber, MDR followed and saw that Simonov had claimed a repair chamber for herself. MDR immediately jumped up anxiously, but she was still holding her head.

The beret she usually wore was missing. Though MDR tried to cover her head with her hands, Helian could still clearly see the scorched scalp through the gaps.

"Helian! Please! Don’t let anyone take it away!" Like Simonov, MDR stuffed her two lightsabers into Helian’s hands before rushing into the repair room.

Even after entering the repair room, MDR didn’t lower her hands from the top of her head. Instead, she watched Renault and Helian warily—or more specifically, she was watching the door.

Behind her, the dolls swarmed in, including Nagant Revolver, C96, and others, but no one who had just received a lightsaber from Renault returned unscathed.

Some were missing large pieces of clothing, others had sections of their skin burned black, and even Nagant Revolver had a mark on her forehead, with the metal armor plate on her nose clearly visible.

"Oh my god... what are they doing?" Helian exclaimed instinctively. The dolls on Renault’s ship had never been in such a sorry state, especially with so many of them together.

But soon, Helian realized and subconsciously glanced down at the four lightsabers in her arms. She felt her throat dry. Could these lightsabers suddenly activate and poke a hole in her stomach?

"Don’t worry, the switches are very secure. You can’t activate them without some force. There’s nothing to worry about. Besides, these are toys with reduced power. Even if they did hit you, it would only cause severe burns."

Helian twitched the corner of her mouth as she looked at Nagant Revolver and the others, all eagerly scrambling for the last repair chamber. "Did you foresee this would happen?"

"Of course, it was obvious. They don’t have psionic power, let alone the Force. How could they use lightsabers properly from the start?"

"Uh... couldn’t we give them a lightsaber tutorial?" Helian began, but she couldn’t continue. A tutorial on lightsabers... where could she find something like that? You couldn’t just search for it online.

And Renault obviously didn’t have time to create such a tutorial. But, since he had time to make this "toy" for the dolls, surely it wouldn’t be too difficult to make a tutorial, right?

"Forget it. There’s no tutorial for using this thing properly. Their physical data and personal habits are completely different. Even if I made a tutorial, it would take a lot of time to customize it for each one."

If it were an ordinary melee weapon, a general tutorial model could work, but a lightsaber was different. The main issue was that a lightsaber was far more powerful than ordinary melee weapons, and it had no extra weight except for the handle.

To use this dangerous weapon effectively, one needed psionic power or the Force to sense the weapon’s position, and then the skill to wield it without worrying about injury.

Otherwise... this weapon, which could easily decapitate with an accidental wrist flick, could only be used like a standard cutting tool.

"Commander, I’m sorry, but this weapon is still too dangerous for me..." As soon as Renault finished speaking, he saw Gager frowning as she handed back the lightsaber sample he had just given her.

"Okay, is Architect alright?" Renault sighed helplessly after taking the lightsaber. He had hoped that giving the finished lightsaber to the experienced Gager would pose no issues.

But the problem was that Gager was a little too lenient with Architect's request and actually lent the lightsaber to Architect directly...

"Well, it's just a minor injury. She’s been sent to UL-Nurse. They said she needs to be soaked in the culture tank for a few hours."

"Alright, remember to keep an eye on that guy."

Gager nodded and turned around to squeeze out of the workshop, navigating through the crowd gathered at the door.

"What happened to Architect?" Helian asked Renault curiously after Gager left. It can't be the same as with these dolls, right?

"You guessed right. The little guy took the lightsaber from Gager and accidentally sliced off half of her butt."

"Hiss!"

Helian gasped, immediately feeling the pain just hearing it!

Perhaps as retribution for Architect's actions, all the troublemakers who had tested the lightsaber’s power were now too scared to even look at the original one in Renault's hand...

Forget it! That’s not something they can handle!

It’s better to have this one in hand.

Although its power isn’t too great, at least it won’t leave you lying in the repair pod for several hours.

And if you're unlucky, you might even have to replace your body...

"Commander, is there really no lightsaber tutorial?" Nagant Revolver who had failed to snatch C96’s lightsaber asked helplessly beside Renault.

Although her first attempt at using the lightsaber had failed, she didn’t want to give up, since it was so cool!

"Of course. Go find those Protoss in the training device—whether it’s the Zealot, the Dark Templar, or the Hidden Blade. Fight with them a few times, and you’ll figure out how to use the lightsaber."

A few times? Nagant Revolver was skeptical about the word “a few times” that came out of Renault's mouth. After all, he had said the same thing when introducing the aircraft driving tutorial to Simonov and the others.

“You’ll figure it out after just a few tries."

But everyone knew what happened after that. Simonov had to suffer through extensive training and assessments before passing.

And now, Renault was saying the same thing again. It was clear that learning to use a lightsaber would require a lot of effort... After all, before Simonov learned how to fly, she had some basic driving skills, didn’t she?

Hearing this, whether it was Nagant Revolver or the dolls standing at the door of the workshop waiting to use the repair pod, they all looked at each other in confusion.

To be honest, not all of them were keen on using weapons like lightsabers. They had just come to join the fun because MDR and Nagant Revolver were making such a big fuss.

If the lightsabers were just for posing and taking pictures, they could accept that. But if they really needed to be proficient in using them... well, not all of the dolls were eager for that.

After all, this kind of lightsaber combat was really beyond their expertise. If it were an ordinary cold weapon, they might have some confidence, but lightsabers... sorry, that appears beyond the ability of normal dolls...

"Commander, didn’t you say before that you wanted to increase the number of repair pods? When can we expect new ones?" G11 approached Renault at this moment, placing the two lightsabers she had in her hand on his table and sighing at the crowded workshop.

"There should be space, but do you think my place can fit another repair pod?" Renault spread his hands, glancing at the wounds on G11’s body. Fortunately, only her clothes were torn a bit, and there was an inconspicuous burn mark on her arm.

It was clear that G11 often used the training device, and it was effective—at least she wasn’t like the unfortunate Architect.

"Alright, I’ll come back later." G11 scratched her head. Her injury was minor, so it didn’t matter if she waited a little longer. She certainly couldn’t stand there waiting for half an hour.

With G11 leading the way, the other dolls wouldn’t wait around foolishly. They left their lightsabers in the workshop and left one by one.

After the excitement of getting the lightsabers passed, those dolls who had suffered the most from their use quickly gave up on the idea of continuing to play with them.

Moreover, Renault had already said that there were ways to learn how to use the lightsabers in the training device. Even if they wanted to continue using them—or even replace them with real lightsabers in the future—they’d still need to go to the training room.

Rather than holding them and risking injury from an accidental swing, they might as well learn how to use them properly first. Besides, there were plenty of lightsabers—two would be more than enough for each doll.

After the dolls left the workshop one by one and found a place to wait, Renault didn’t stay in the workshop. He grabbed a few small parts he had just made and planned to go to the warehouse to assemble the new engine.

"What part is this?"

"The engine part for the new spaceship. It’s the last piece. Once we assemble this, the engine will be temporarily completed."

"Completed?"

"Yes, we can assemble it directly when the time comes."

As they chatted, the two walked into the warehouse.

In the corner of the corridor behind them, several heads peeked out cautiously.

"Why are you being so cautious?"

"Aren’t you curious about what Helian and Renault are doing?"

"What? They were just chatting, weren’t they?"

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course. If we were here, they wouldn’t do anything. I know!" Nyoto, the first to arrive on Renault's spaceship, said confidently, as if she had plenty of experience.

"Why didn’t you say that earlier?"

"You didn’t ask me."

As the three Nyotos talked, they started to bicker.

Seeing this, Scarecrow, passing by, shook her head helplessly. It could only be said that Renault really accepted everyone who came. They’d only fought with Paradeus twice, and now there were two Nyotos on this ship.

It was exactly the same as when they picked up Maria. She could already tell that in the future, these three Nyotos might just be the beginning...

As Nyoto said, when there were people around, Renault and Helian were just chatting. When Scarecrow walked in, Helian was standing next to Renault, handing him a wrench.

"Commander, the equipment in the factory has been refurbished, but ME79 said she wants to take a break."

Although the dolls driving the SCVs were taking a break, ME79 didn’t need one. She still had to refurbish the factory equipment. This job was much more tiring than being a supervisor, which was probably why she had requested some time off.

This might be the first time ME79 had asked for a vacation, right?

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Chapter 122: More and More Unreliable

With almost all the dolls on holiday, Renault certainly didn't hold ME79 back. After all, everyone else was on holiday, and it seemed a bit too harsh to ask her to work overtime alone.

Ahem, the Sangvis dolls were still working, but they didn't complain. Well, maybe their minds were just beginning to sprout, so they didn’t know what the word "exploitation" meant?

Or maybe there were enough Sangvis dolls, and with enough people to take turns, each doll didn’t work long—only three to four hours a day—and most of them were controlling electronic equipment, so there was no physical labor. However, Renault thought the main reason was because of Scarecrow. Except for the cleaning team following M1897, the other Sangvis Dolls were more or less similar to Scarecrow in terms of personality. They probably regarded Scarecrow as a "role model" to learn from and imitate.

The Sangvis Dolls in the cleaning team had different personalities. For example, those who often worked in the restaurant had learned a few techniques from G36. Those who worked in the dormitory area mostly picked up some bad habits from MDR. Those who followed M1897 around all day... well, they probably had obsessive-compulsive disorder, like M1897.

The Dolls' vacation passed quickly, even a little quietly.

The main reason, well, was still related to the lightsabers that Renault had made before.

It was supposed to be a holiday break, but the Dolls used it all to go to the training room for extra training. This made Renault quite happy, even though he knew that their initial goal was just to learn how to use lightsabers and look cool in front of other dolls.

After completing the production of some key components for the power zone, Renault also completely handed over the manufacturing of the other structural parts of the spacecraft to the two scarecrows.

In this regard, both Scarecrow No. 1 and No. 2 had no objections. Although she could take care of her drones during holidays, she did not neglect maintenance during regular times. After all, she couldn't spend all her free time with the drones.

In fact, the equipment in the industrial park, transformed by ME79 and Renault, had already been fully automated. So when it was said to be handed over to Scarecrow, what Scarecrow actually did was go to the control terminal to replace the new part blueprintss after the production line automatically produced the previous batch of parts.

Although Renault had said these blueprints should be stored in the control terminal, the two scarecrows insisted on entering them manually, fearing that the drawings might be leaked. After all, Paradeus had already tried to invade the spaceship with nanomachines before, so for safety reasons, it was better not to store such "important" blueprints in a control terminal with a low level of protection.

Although Renault didn’t think it was necessary, since the two Scarecrows insisted, he just let it go, just in case they didn’t have to look for other jobs.

However, Paradeus had already suffered a big loss from Renault last time. As long as the other party wasn’t stupid, instead of targeting Renault, it would be better for them to focus on their own tasks, to avoid being affected by Renault in the future.

...

Unlike the dolls who had entered a stable working state on Renault’s side, Gentiane’s side was full of disasters.

"I don't want to say it, but I'm sorry, Commander Gentiane, I'm afraid I have to inform you of some bad news."

"Tsk, what bad news could it be? The supplies can't be delivered? The client wants to cancel the order? Or is the local management department expelling us?" Seeing Havier's calm look, Gentiane had a headache.

After meeting Havier, the boss of IOP, every time she saw him again, it meant that she might be in trouble. Anyway, whenever this old man showed up, there was never any good news for her!

Although Kalina next to her wanted to persuade Gentiane to be nicer to their big-money sponsor, she couldn’t be happy when she thought that every time Havier appeared, both her wallet and Gentiane's wallet would start to shrink.

"I have to say, Commander Gentiane, your guess is indeed quite accurate. Although these problems do exist, they are not the bad news I want to tell you."

"Not even this? What other bad news could there be? It can't be that the boss was arrested this time, right?" Hearing Havier say this, Gentiane almost laughed in anger.

These messy things were originally the responsibility of the boss to solve, or the boss had given them to Helian to solve. But now Helian had jumped to Renault’s side and was living a retirement life with a baby in her arms all day.

However, these existing problems were directly passed on by the boss to Kalina, the logistics officer. She had worked with Kalina for so long; how could she not help at all?

As time went by, these troublesome problems were also indirectly put on her shoulders.

"Kalina, who wrote the Griffin recruitment propaganda? You only need to command the dolls to deal with a small number of Sangvis Ferri? The sharpness of the updated world? It’s well written, but don’t write it again in the future!"

Hearing Gentiane's complaints, Kalina turned her head away.

Well, it had nothing to do with her. At that time, it was indeed only necessary to deal with a small number of Sangvis Ferri. That’s right, "the shining beacon of the new world" was the slogan proposed by the boss. It had nothing to do with her! That’s right! Nothing to do with her!

Just as Gentiane complained to Kalina, Havier on the other side of the communication shook his head helplessly.

Should he say that Gentiane was a divine strategist, or that she had an intuition that could predict the future?

"Although I don’t know how you guessed it, Commander Gentiane, congratulations, you guessed it right."

"Puff!" Gentiane, who had just picked up her water cup and was about to drink a sip to moisten her throat, suddenly spit out a mouthful of water.

She didn’t expect Havier to say such a thing!

"Ahem! The boss was arrested? Are you kidding? Wasn't he coordinating in Bremen before...?"

"He wasn’t in Bremen, he was on the intercontinental train."

"Intercontinental train? How could that be..."

Hearing this, Gentiane was about to say it was impossible, but then she thought of something and stopped herself.

Seeing the ugly expression on Gentiane’s face, Havier sighed, "I think you should have guessed it. It’s just as you thought. Although Statesec agreed to let Griffin leave the original defense zone, it doesn’t mean that the pursuit against Griffin has been canceled."

"Borezovich was taken away with a gun pointed at his waist as soon as he got off the train."

"Then it shouldn’t be some 'rebels' this time, right?"

"Yes, it’s not the rebels, but Statesec. To be precise, it’s Angelia’s boss. It was under their instruction that Statesec took action against other security contractors in the country before."

Hearing this, Gentiane closed her eyes and covered her forehead with her hands. She could guess what was going to happen next without thinking.

What Havier was going to say next was definitely not a routine greeting. There must be something troublesome she needed to handle.

"I see. If you have something to do, you can't come here to chat with me. If you really want to chat, then I’m afraid I should consider whether to change my job."

Of course, Gentiane just said that. It’s impossible to change jobs. Most of her professional knowledge is in combat command. Without these tactical dolls, she would be nothing. Although it’s a bit too much, it’s unlikely she’d find a job with the same salary as now.

"Then let’s get straight to the point. Someone wants to see you and ask you to help find someone."

"You should have said that a long time ago..."

Gentiane was talking when the picture on Havier's side turned, revealing a figure that Gentiane wasn't surprised by, though she felt a little helpless.

Most of the original Griffin commanders had resigned, most of Griffin's bases had been sealed, and a large number of tactical dolls had been sealed or decommissioned. All of this was due to it.

If Statesec hadn't deliberately targeted them, Griffin's current situation would definitely not be as miserable as it is now. At least it wouldn't have forced Kroger, a dignified boss, to personally travel by train to run business.

It can be said that if Renault had not forcibly rescued Kroger and Helian from the city, Griffin might have disbanded under the instructions of Statesec.

However, such things are hard to predict. After all, Gentiane couldn't guess what the big-headed man opposite her was thinking.

"I have to admit that you have a very good ally, or partner. I really didn’t expect someone to be able to forcibly take Kroger away from the city. This surprised me."

"Hello, Mr. Director, I don’t think you came to see me to talk about these events."

"Of course, there’s no need to worry about Borezovich. I just asked him to come over for a while. The specific situation is related to the progress of your next commission."

Hearing this, Gentiane took a deep breath and then sighed helplessly. "Well, I don’t think I have any reason to refuse."

"To be honest, we have already prepared for various issues caused by the explosion of the collapse liquid bomb, but your ally took away the two collapse liquid bombs directly, which led to the rebels not being severely damaged. Even though we arrested some people as quickly as possible afterward, there are still others hiding in the dark and continuing to act."

The implication was that the strength of the rebels had not been weakened much. Although Carter was still in custody, he was just one of them, and there were others behind him. Despite Statesec clearing most of the security contractors in the country and forcibly sealing most of Griffin's bases and tactical dolls, these pre-planned actions now appeared to have the opposite effect. The rebels were like octopuses whose tentacles had been cut off, hiding themselves in dark corners.

Clearing so many security contractors in such a short time had helped the rebels shrink and hide better.

This small change had caused the reactions of all parties to differ from the initial plans, and things were developing in an unwanted direction.

Although the authority of Statesec was significant, it still seemed stretched when compared to the rebels' power.

Angelia was still investigating on her own. No, it couldn't be said that she was on her own. It could only be said that she hadn’t expected the situation to develop so drastically from the beginning.

"So? What do you want us to do? Help track down those rebels with all kinds of heavy firepower? Just rely on the few light weapons in our hands?"

Of course not. Statesec knows exactly how much power Griffin has.

Hearing this, Gentiane forced a smile and complained to Havier in her mind.

But there was nothing to complain about. After all, they were just security contractors. It was impossible to hide their assets from Statesec. In other words, how many bullets, guns, and even how many rations the dolls had on hand—these things needed to be reported to Statesec.

Otherwise, IOP wouldn’t be able to continue providing various supplies to Griffin. All of this was done with the tacit approval of Statesec.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t be security contractors, but simply a group of unrestrained mercenaries.

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"Where are your research results? Where are your reports? And the projects that Galatea Corporation entrusted you with before? Don't tell me your achievements during this period are just this plate of fried tomato and eggs on the table?"

Looking at Leon sitting in the office with a bowl of white rice, rice grains scattered on her mouth, and staring at her like a fool when she saw her come in, Gray felt the veins on her forehead throbbing for the first time.

"Um! Ahem! No, no, no! The previous research is still ongoing! Report... Report? Here! This is a phased report for this period!" Leone picked up the plate and pulled out a report, stained with red vegetable soup, from the table...

Looking at the report she handed over, Gray really didn’t want to take it. But the subsequent plan was closely related to the radiation epiphyllum that this person had studied before, so she had to frown and take the report directly.

Of course, there was no need to open it here. She would have to go back, find a pair of gloves to wear, or find something to clean it first...

However, Leone's behavior had become more and more erratic recently. She appeared to have become a completely different person. The gloomy state she had at the beginning had disappeared entirely.

Thinking of this, Gray looked at the half-eaten tomato scrambled eggs on Leone's plate and frowned. Perhaps these experimental materials purchased from Renault could affect the human mind to some extent?

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Chapter 123: I Have to Run!

Seeing that Gray visibly disgusted holding her report and left her office, Leone sighed, pondered for a moment, and quickly finished the food in front of her.

After moving the dishes aside, she took out a bound project application from under the documents that were being used as table mats.

Looking at the research direction plan she had revised recently, Leone sighed, scratched her head, and finally walked toward the shredder with the application form.

Clearly, Gray had not asked about the materials purchased from Renault, which surprised Leone, and she slowly began to figure it out.

If the goal was simply to ensure the anti-ELID special medicine for the Galatea Corporation, the plants bought from Renault were undoubtedly a perfect solution. The extraction of that special ingredient had gone more smoothly than Leone had expected, and the extracted substance worked like a miracle drug for ELID patients. Just a tiny amount—less than a gram, or even as little as 300 milligrams—could completely cure a mild patient.

Although she had only tested it on two ELID patients... well, that was the only option. Their organs had already deteriorated severely, and they could no longer eat normally. When they were sent here by the Galatea Corporation, they were already intubated and hanging on to life.

Though they were mild patients, these two individuals were somewhat unlucky... After all, most mild patients started with ulceration and silicification of the body surface.

These two... could only be said to have eaten something unclean... or someone deliberately fed them food with high concentrations of radiation.

After the two patients underwent the experiment, Leone observed that their symptoms were alleviated, but she didn't notice any other symptoms afterward. The two patients, or rather the test subjects of the Galatea Corporation, were taken away by their people just as they were about to wake up after their symptoms improved.

Even when Leone tried to stop them, it was useless...

This left Leone confused about what the Galatea Corporation was doing by sending these two patients to her.

Originally, Leone planned to continue her research and hoped the Galatea Corporation would inform her of the two patients' conditions. Unfortunately, just as this idea crossed her mind, she was told that the two patients had escaped from the Galatea Corporation's medical facility.

Whether it was true or not, Leone had no way to verify it, and she couldn't continue her research afterward because the Galatea Corporation had been pressing her to focus on the radiation epiphyllum project.

The situation now was as follows: Gray had come to ask for the research results of the Epiphyllum project but hadn't inquired about the crops Renault had purchased before.

Leone now seriously doubted whether the Ms. Gray she met was still the same Ms. Gray who had initially approached her and provided funding for her research.

She no longer saw any desire to save radiation patients in Ms. Gray's eyes, as if those patients had never been important to her.

Had it been before, when Leone hadn't seen the magical crops from Renault, she might have truly not cared about such things, focusing only on her own research...

But now, whether it was because she'd been eating better recently or consuming more experimental materials, the various foods bought from Renault seemed to have cleared her mind.

She could now clearly see Gray's behavior, and the application form for changing the research direction she had written earlier was obviously not something the other party would easily accept.

At least half of the experimental materials had been taken from her, yet she hadn’t heard of any results produced by the Galatea Corporation during this period.

With the facilities in the Galatea Corporation’s research center and Ms. Gray's research institute, extracting the special substances from these materials should have been easy.

Leone could even say that, even if she were just an ordinary apprentice or a novice who had just graduated, as long as she followed the proper extraction method step by step, she would have successfully extracted that special substance.

The only issue was that the substance only existed in the materials Renault had provided. This was a new substance with no prior records.

As for artificial synthesis... with the facilities in her research institute, it was currently impossible.

Perhaps the Galatea Corporation had already taken action but hadn’t announced it yet, intending to use it as a secret weapon?

But what would be the point? The Galatea Corporation’s special medicine for ELID, possibly named Eden or Ego, was nearly unbeatable in the market. They were the only company that had developed such a special medicine.

Even the world’s largest medical institution, Ultilife, couldn’t produce such a cheap and effective medicine.

There were drugs to treat ELID, but they were expensive, with long treatment times, and the cost was definitely unaffordable for the poor.

However, the special medicine the Galatea Corporation produced was very cheap. Once it was truly available on the market, the Galatea Corporation would undoubtedly have no rivals in the pharmaceutical industry for ELID.

Perhaps it was simply because there was already a mature and well-tested special medicine, and it wasn't in the group's interest to develop a new drug?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Leone shook her head and pushed these chaotic thoughts from her mind. Anyway, she should stop applying for it. Instead of bringing out this application and letting the Galatea Corporation take the lead, she still...

Just as she was about to put the form into the shredder, and while the shredder was already competing with her for the paper in her hand, Leone suddenly felt something was wrong. She pulled the document, which had already started to shred, back from the machine.

There might be no hope for the Galatea Corporation, but... if she just wanted to find an investor...

Aren’t there many options?

After all, since her laboratory was established, the Galatea Corporation had only invested a sum of money in the radiation Epiphyllum project. The entire laboratory, from top to bottom, including all the equipment and facilities, was focused on those Epiphyllums and had nothing to do with pharmaceuticals.

Therefore, if she wanted to turn this vegetable extract into medicine, she only needed a small amount of funds and could find a new place to build a research institute! She was not a stubborn entrepreneur!

It was just a Flora Research Institute... Even if it went under... she would probably only be a little sad.

Anyway, most of it wasn’t her own money!

Besides, although the Epiphyllum research had yielded some results, relying on a single species of Epiphyllum to purify the environment was obviously unrealistic. Moreover, the Epiphyllums she had cultivated didn’t just absorb collapse radiation... they released it again when they bloomed...

Rather than being a tool for purifying the environment, this plant was actually more suited to be a weapon...

Thinking of this, Leone’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she was a little scared by her own idea.

Perhaps her idea was a bit too dark. Planting Epiphyllums in those contaminated areas, while cleaning up collapse radiation, and using the plant's characteristics when it bloomed to create more ELID patients, so the group's special medicine could sell well...

Hiss! No, the more she thought about it, the more wrong it appears!

Thinking of this, Leone looked at the documents in her hand and remembered the efficacy of those extracts. Two patients with mild symptoms, who had only been able to survive by intubation, received a single injection, and their symptoms began improving after just one day...

Such drug efficacy was definitely exciting for pharmaceutical companies like the Galatea Corporation.

Could it be that the Galatea Corporation sent someone to target her just because she had found a drug with better efficacy?

When this thought crossed her mind, Leone quickly folded the application form in her hand and carefully tucked it into her arm. She didn’t care about the unwashed dishes and immediately began searching for her experimental records in the various research materials around the office.

Rather than waiting for the Galatea Corporation to realize something was wrong, what she had to do now was...

That was to run away quickly!

Destroying someone's financial resources was equivalent to a life-and-death feud, especially when combined with Ms. Gray's completely unclear attitude. The woman didn't seem like a benevolent person or a believer!

Although Ms. Gray had a good reputation in the media, Leone didn’t want to believe those ridiculous stories, which were as far-fetched as fairy tales.

Rather than drowning in a dream, expecting the best from others, she still felt that the feeling of eating with a bowl in her arms was better!

If she wanted to escape these days, the fastest way was undoubtedly to find Global Everything. Though the price wasn’t cheap, they could guarantee 90% safety. They were professionals.

If she wanted to be more low-key, she’d have to travel by water, but this method was a bit risky, as there was always the possibility of encountering collapse particle clouds at sea.

However, as long as the ship’s protective measures were in place, there was generally no significant risk, unless she was unlucky enough to get lost in the collapsing particle cloud.

As for traveling by land—whether by car or intercontinental train? Forget it. She’d never considered it. Both routes would inevitably pass through dangerous areas, and the yellow zone was already the safest place.

The intercontinental train even had to cross a red zone of hundreds of kilometers...

Although the intercontinental train boasted a complete life support system, that was just a slogan Leone saw in an advertisement. She had no idea what the real situation was.

Moreover, if she traveled east, even if she could settle in the Green Zone, she’d still have to face the rationing system, which made her uncomfortable. The thought of not being able to buy anything decent, even with money, was off-putting.

So, the best choice was definitely to head south. Although there were lawless areas in the south, the climate and environment weren’t much worse than Bremen, where she was now.

Of course, limited to the White and Green Zones, the only problem was probably the high cost of living.

However, Leone believed that as long as she could complete her research on the extract and synthesize the substance chemically, she’d never lack money for the rest of her life...

At least, that was the plan—before all ELID patients were cured, which was probably impossible in the next few decades. After all, as long as collapse radiation existed, someone would inevitably suffer from ELID.

...

"This place looks... too big!" shouted the three Nyotos, standing at the underwater dock that had not yet opened the gate to release water.

Helian was also present. To be precise, the three Nyotos had followed her here. Renault wouldn't allow anyone other than the work dolls to come to this site.

After all, it was a construction zone, and the location was dozens of meters underwater. The danger was still considerable. If Helian hadn’t accompanied Renault to check on the progress, even she wouldn’t be here.

"Hey! Helian! We’re done here! Evacuate to the main control room as soon as possible!" Nagant Revolver, sitting in the cockpit of the SCV in the distance, opened the cockpit door and shouted to Helian.

The main building of the underwater dock had been completed, and the next step was to open the gate to release water. However, the water couldn’t be released directly from the reservoir. It had to go through filtration and other processes, and the speed couldn’t be too fast.

At the very least, it shouldn’t exceed the normal flow rate of the reservoir, or else unidentified objects would be spotted in the water.

"Okay," Helian responded, walking over to grab the three Nyotos, who still wanted to continue having fun, and heading straight for the main control room.

Although the main control room was built, most of the infrastructure was still under construction. The gate was still manual, and the SCV had to be used to close it slowly.

After closing the gate, Nagant Revolver and the others parked the SCV and followed Helian to the main control room.

When they arrived, all the dolls involved in the construction were already waiting.

"Hurry up! I'm waiting for you!" UMP9 waved, eagerly eyeing the control lever in Renault's hand.

Renault turned his head to look at Helian and the others. After confirming that no one was left in the water injection room, he nodded, "Okay."

Upon hearing this, UMP9 immediately moved forward, grabbed the conspicuous control lever, and pulled it down without saying a word!

Unfortunately, the dolls who expected to see a torrent of water gushing from the gates had their excited expressions instantly fade when they saw what happened after the lever was pulled down.

"That’s it?"

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Chapter 124 is not finished yet

There were no surging waves, nor any spectacular scene like a flood. Instead, there were only a few small square water inlets, which slowly opened after the control rod was lowered.

What came out of the inlets was not a fountain, but a warm stream of water, similar to an ordinary spring.

The most important thing was that this water flow could only be seen at the beginning. After the water level rose slightly, all that could be seen from the control room were just ripples on the water’s surface.

"This is too..."

"Really… ME79? Didn’t you say there would be a big scene before?" The ordinary water-filling process disappointed the group of dolls who had come early to watch the excitement. They turned their heads, glaring at ME79, who had promised a big scene, with questioning eyes.

"Uh, ahem, hey?"

"Hey, your head!"

Seeing ME79 tilt her head, a group of dolls rushed up indignantly, their hands quickly finding the ticklish spots on ME79’s body.

"Hey!? Ah! Ah hahahaha! Stop! Hahaha! Stop, hahaha!"

Seeing that someone was getting "punished" for their own fault, Renault shrugged his shoulders, and Helian beside him shook her head helplessly.

This girl... I don’t know who she learned this from, but she’s still deliberately keeping it a secret. Now, she’s gotten herself involved.

The "big scene" ME79 had mentioned was, of course, not about filling the underwater dock with water. She had known how the filling process worked long before, so she understood that this was hardly a "big scene."

"Let’s go. At this rate, it’ll be dark by the time the water’s filled."

He didn’t plan to stay here. Once the underwater dock was completely filled, the process would stop automatically. There was no need to stand here like a fool.

As for the "big scene" ME79 had mentioned, they could wait until the middle of the night to see it. But unfortunately, few dolls would be willing to stay in this control room without even a stool.

Of course, there were exceptions, like ME79, who had just been "punished." She would stay here, at least until the water was filled, ensuring the subsequent construction process went smoothly.

"Here, this is your bed and bedding. Dinner is in the thermos. Bye." NZ75 placed the prepared items on the open space in the main control room and spoke indifferently, clearly still a little resentful for not being able to see the "good things" ME79 had mentioned.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey! Don’t leave in a hurry! You really don’t want to see it..."

"What are you looking at? The swimming pool outside?" NZ75, pulled by ME79, sighed helplessly.

The water level in the dock had risen to about ten meters, but compared to the size of the dock, ten meters was barely even one-tenth of its height.

The underwater dock being constructed this time was indeed much larger than the one Renault had built before. Even with the dolls driving the SCVs, it took a lot of effort to dig.

"Swimming pool... um, no, I didn’t say opening the gate to release water was a big scene..." ME79 scratched her head and sighed.

"What else could it be? There’s nothing here now. What big scene could there be other than opening the gate to release water?"

In this dock, aside from the main control equipment, and the circuit pipelines and ventilation ducts inside, there were no other devices at all. NZ75 really couldn’t think of what else there could be to see.

"Hey! Just wait a little! There’s nothing to see after you say it!" ME79 said with a smile, dragging NZ75’s arm.

Although most of the technology used had come from Renault, it was she who had integrated these technologies and developed the system. So, this time, the product she had designed herself was coming to life. Wouldn’t it be a little lonely for her to witness it alone?

"Okay, I’ll wait." Seeing ME79’s attitude and her hand brushing her sleeve tightly, NZ75 scratched her head. There didn’t seem to be much to do in the industrial park right now.

She nodded and agreed, but then NZ75 walked over to the folding bed that had been moved for ME79 to use. She raised her hand to test its firmness, then carefully lay down.

"Then I’ll take a nap first. Call me when it’s almost time. Oh, by the way, open the food in the thermos as soon as possible, or it won’t be crispy later."

"Oh oh!"

Listening to the snapping sound of ME79 chewing her food, NZ75 took out her mobile phone, sent a message to G36 and CF05, then covered herself with her coat, closed her eyes, and began to sleep.

Although she hadn’t slept all day, she had been driving the SCV during the day and spent half the night in the training room adapting to the use of the lightsaber. Even NZ75 couldn’t help feeling a little tired at this moment.

It just so happened that the main structure of the underwater dock had been completed. After that, they just needed to wait for ME79 to deal with some technical problems related to the dock. Then they could wait for ME79 to explain the precautions for constructing the spacecraft.

It wasn’t difficult, especially since welding and assembling the spacecraft using the SCV had been practiced hundreds of times in the training device. This was not difficult for the dolls at all.

The only issue that needed attention was that different spacecraft or buildings used different welding techniques and methods. For those using it for the first time, ME79 still needed to explain everything in detail.

Therefore, after the first phase of construction was completed, ME79 might need a day or two to sort out the construction method materials and take a short vacation.

But speaking of it, it seems that recently... No, no, no, not recently—she has been on vacation all the time! Every day feels like a vacation!

However, ME79 is quite satisfied with this. After all, not everywhere can offer such excellent working conditions as Renault.

The only disadvantage is that they are in the wilderness and she can't buy new models under ordinary circumstances.

She has assembled all the models she bought from the black market in her free time and is waiting to spray paint and color them when she has time later.

To prevent her treasures from being harmed, ME79 deliberately used armor plates to build a cabinet with a password lock. After opening the cabinet door, there is a layer of bulletproof glass, which is also locked.

After all, there are too many unstable factors on Renault's ship. Let’s not talk about the dolls for now. Just the cats on the ship—tsk, tsk, tsk... they appear and disappear all day long, making them hard to guard against. Fortunately, there are armor plates to restrain these troublemakers.

However, if she were still at Svarog Heavy Industry, she might have taken all those models to the workshop and assembled them while waiting for the equipment to operate. But now...

Compared to those ordinary models with a ratio of 1:11 or 10, she already has better ones. When she thinks of the piles of aircraft blueprintss in Renault's drawer, ME79 can't help but raise her head and pull up the corners of her mouth.

Then she almost choked to death on the half-chewed hamburger in her mouth.

By the time ME79 called NZ75, more than two hours had passed. It must have been dark outside. Let’s not talk about rushing in the dark. The important thing is that the big scene ME79 mentioned is finally coming.

ME79, standing in front of the main console, was obviously in a good mood, and the dock was already filled with water.

Hmm... very clear, it looked like there was nothing inside...

NZ75 scratched her cheek, and she really couldn’t think of what big scene could be created in such a quiet dock.

“Hehe! Soon! It will be ready soon!”

Looking at the image of the spaceship on the screen in front of ME79, NZ75 raised her eyebrows. The appearance of the spaceship on it looked a little different from the ship they were on now, but it still had the same square-headed, blocky appearance.

It was obvious that Renault had directly omitted the external design of the spaceship to save trouble.

However, this square shape does have its advantages: the internal space is very sufficient, and there is no need to worry about insufficient space, just like the ship at home.

Of course, if the spaceship were made into a sphere, the internal space would be larger. But in that case, the construction difficulty would increase exponentially, and the space inside the spaceship would become harder to plan.

The problem of space planning could be solved by spending more time, but the sudden increase in construction difficulty would be too much for the SCV driven by dolls. The construction of a spherical spaceship is not something that ordinary engineering equipment like the SCV can handle.

At least, the equipment currently equipped with SCV cannot cope with such difficult engineering operations.

"Hurry up! Get ready! Open your eyes! Of course! Don’t forget to record it!" ME79 reached out and poked NZ75, who was staring at the screen, and asked her to focus on the dock outside the observation window.

Just after NZ75 shifted her gaze, ME79 even turned off the normal lighting equipment in the main control room and the dock, leaving only some emergency lights still flashing.

Looking at the main control room that suddenly darkened, and the underwater dock that was almost pitch black, NZ75 frowned. She was not quite used to the feeling of darkness.

This feeling was completely different from the night environment in an open area, because the underground dock was a relatively closed space. When the lights dimmed, the first feeling it gave people was a sense of being restricted and oppressed.

But soon, NZ75 didn't care about these slight discomforts, because in front of her eyes, that is, in the dock on the other side of the observation window, a series of lights extended in the dock!

"What is this...!?"

The azure light gradually lit up in the darkness, and the lines formed by the lights gradually spread to the surroundings. What NZ75 saw was that these lights continued to spread, and then directly formed pieces of spacecraft parts!

And these lit parts kept changing their positions in front of her eyes! As time went on, these parts seemed to come alive one by one, joining and splicing together, eventually forming a huge ship emitting azure light.

Seeing NZ75 speechless with shock, ME79 nodded with satisfaction. After NZ75 recovered, she turned on the lighting equipment in the main control room again.

"How is it? I told you it would be spectacular, right?"

Hearing ME79 say this, NZ75 had to admit that watching a spaceship being built step by step from parts to pipelines to various structural components in front of her eyes was indeed a great shock to her.

Especially when this spaceship is more than 200 meters long and nearly 100 meters high...

"Huh, it’s really spectacular. G11 and the others will definitely regret missing this." Thinking of this, NZ75 couldn't help but smile, "But what exactly is this? Those glowing things should be the nanomachines that the commander just took out, right?"

Hearing what NZ75 said, ME79 raised her eyebrows. "I didn’t expect you to guess it. I thought no one else paid much attention to those little things."

Nanomachines are things that can only be distinguished by doll eyes when they glow. If they don’t glow, they can’t be seen or touched at all.

ME79 thought that no doll would notice such little things except herself.

"How could it be? Although we can’t see them, the signals emitted by the nanomachines can still be detected. Besides, we were almost invaded by these little things before. We should be careful."

Just as NZ75 said, since Paradeus spread those invisible nano-detection devices on the dolls last time and they were discovered by Renault, most of the dolls at home have been more vigilant, especially toward unknown signals of uncertain origin.

Even if the signal source is very trusted by the dolls, it must be listed separately for identification; otherwise, wouldn’t their every move be seen by outsiders again?

"Is that so? I thought you didn’t care."

"Hey, you haven’t told me what these are yet?" She pointed at the nanomachines that were still emitting light. "If it’s just to form an image, holographic images should have the same function, right?"

"Indeed, holographic images do have this function, but if it's just an image, the stability underwater is not enough to support the guidance work during construction. These nanomachines are different. No matter how you drive the SCV in the water, these little guys can always keep their relative positions unchanged."

"In other words... this is an automated system for construction guidance?" Hearing this, NZ75 also roughly understood what ME79 wanted to do with these things. It was nothing more than simplifying the operating procedures so that the dolls could see more intuitively how the parts of the spacecraft should be installed.

"Well, you can say that, but it can also be used in other aspects. I just haven’t had time to develop the relevant program yet. The only thing that can be used now is..."

"This should be the only way." x2

As ME79 spoke, her voice suddenly became two sources, and there was another ME79 in front of NZ75.

Looking at the other 'ME79' standing in front of her, who looked exactly like ME79 and even had the same expression when speaking, NZ75 couldn’t help but stare in shock.

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Chapter 125: Do You Want to Buy a Ticket?

"This looks more real than the holographic decoy used by P90?" The fingertips could even feel some slight stress, as if what was in front of her was not a holographic image, but a real 'ME79'.

"Well, because it is a nanomachine, and after Renault's transformation, these little guys do have a certain degree of mobility. Otherwise, this image constructed with the help of nanomachines is actually no different from a holographic decoy."

ME79 spread her hands. She had been focusing all her energy on matters related to the dock during this period. This kind of thing, which could only be regarded as a small toy at present, had just started to be developed.

If this kind of nanomachine could be further improved, it could indeed play a greater role, but for now, it could only be used as a decoration, or all the dolls at home could be equipped with this mimic decoy.

Although it was only a primary version, it should be fine to deceive ordinary autonomous dolls, military dolls, or Paradeus.

ME79 was a little surprised that Renault should know the function of this nanomachine.

There was no reason why Renault could not think of such a simple application method. Could it be that he simply looked down on it?

Shaking her head, he did not think further.

ME79 and NZ75 packed up, and NZ75 drove the SCV back to the industrial park. They had to eat. They could not spend the night in a place with nothing.

The folding bed prepared for ME79 was not used by ME79, but NZ75 tried it.

After arriving home, NZ75 sent the image clips he had seen before to the public storage space of the communication protocol without any reminder from ME79, and also sent a copy to MDR.

Although MDR usually only cared about exploring secrets and digging up other people's black history or gossip, NZ75 felt that the scene created by ME79 this time should be quite memorable. After all, it was the first appearance of their new ship.

The video NZ75 sent out received a lot of responses from the dolls, especially the ones who were present when the gate was opened. They all looked at ME79 with resentful eyes.

She didn’t learn the good things! She learned the zipline!

Fortunately, although the dolls were quite resentful, no one really came to care about this little thing. They still had to work tomorrow, so why not take the time to eat, drink, and have fun?

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Compared to the happy scene in Renault's industrial park, a person who had just packed up her bedroll and was ready to run away not long ago was not so comfortable.

"It's so hard..." Biting the hard black bread in her hand, Leone wondered if the time in this world had gone backward, or if she had traveled through time and returned to the Middle Ages. Why was there still such hard black bread, as hard as a rock...?

Leone was chewing the hard black bread with a frown on her face, not knowing that the vendor who had just sold the black bread to her was looking at her like she was a fool.

Where did the fool come from? The discounted black bread was what was left over from last week. It must be as hard as a rock now.

Why didn't she go back to find tools to saw it open and soak it in soup to eat, but just chewed it hard?

Tsk tsk... her teeth are really good. She looks well-dressed. She didn’t expect she had such skill.

Leone was certainly not a fool. It’s just that her current conditions were limited. Because she had run out of her research institute in a hurry, she had nothing but gifts and money.

As for why she bought this hard black bread as dry as a rock...

That’s naturally because she didn’t have the local material ration voucher at all.

Want to eat good food? No problem, buy it with the voucher!

Want to stay in a good hotel? No problem, show your ID!

Just an identity certificate completely stumped Leone, a poor person who had money but couldn’t spend it.

If she wasn’t afraid that the Galatea Corporation would come to kill her after she returned, Leone wouldn’t have rushed to Poznan in such a hurry, especially since it was adjacent to the red zone. The purification tower in the urban area was running at full capacity every day, and the areas on the edge of the city often jumped back and forth between the green zone and the yellow zone.

In fact, her initial plan was to find Mrs. Graven, who was in charge of the shipbuilding industry, and ask her to help her find a ship that could go to North Africa. This kind of thing shouldn’t be difficult for the Graven family.

But she didn’t expect that a group of people would target her just as she walked out of the institute with her gift.

If it weren’t for the sudden gathering of people to protest where she was driving, she wouldn’t have been able to escape from under the eyes of those guys. She took many detours afterward and even ventured through a slum that had been classified as a yellow zone.

It was because she had eaten a lot of the materials used for experiments as food that she dared to take such a risky path. Otherwise, she wouldn’t dare to approach the edge of the yellow zone, let alone the yellow zone.

Being chased and blocked by a group of people of unknown origin, Leone also deviated from her original goal and found a boat to go south.

Not only could she not go south, but she was forced to go east... If she could not find a way to turn south here, she would probably have to continue east.

As for contacting Renault and asking him to send someone to pick her up... She hadn’t considered it yet, because the dolls also mentioned when they delivered the goods last time that Renault’s spacecraft couldn’t go to many places now.

It’s just that Leone didn’t know that the dolls said they couldn’t go, but it was just because Renault was too troublesome... That’s why they couldn’t go...

If you really ignore those insignificant anti-aircraft firepower and force your way in, there would be no problem at all. The only issue is that most of the work at home would be delayed for a few days.

But that kind of behavior is undoubtedly an excuse for Statesec to attack him. When the time comes, they can just move their fingers to revoke the company’s security contractor license, which would also give Renault some headaches. After all, without the license, his website, which no one usually pays attention to, would also be directly shut down.

Although the presence of that website is infinitely close to nothing, and because there is no publicity and no other websites to attract traffic, no one actually clicks on the company’s homepage.

Even if someone wanted to find a security contractor, they would probably not find Renault’s website after searching.

After all, these days, few people will honestly enter the address to access the webpage.

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Back to Leone, she was chewing on bread as hard as a stone and drinking water with ice chips. This was bought from someone else.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t even be able to drink saliva without identity proof.

After walking around the city several times, Leone thought about it and figured out that the only way to get rid of those eyes in this place should be the intercontinental train line that had been reopened not long ago.

This line had just been in operation for a short time, and there had been no problems. Moreover, because it went directly through the red zone, there were no police officers guarding the train between the two stations.

After all, even robbers these days probably wouldn't risk doing it in the red zone, right? Could it be that the robbers all have a set of protective clothing? That’s not cheap. If they have money to buy everyone a set of protective clothing, why would they need to make money by robbing trains?

It’s the second half of the 21st century, and cash is no longer popular...

Leone was about to complain about cash being no longer popular but suddenly remembered the cash in her suitcase, and was a little speechless.

At the same time, she began to pray in her heart that she would never run into robbers or thieves. She heard that there are still thieves active in this area...

Hiss! No! It’s scary just thinking about it!

But even if she was afraid, she still had to do it and run away. Otherwise, if she was caught by the men who followed the clues and taken back to Galatea, her fate would definitely not be any better than being robbed by robbers, and it might even be worse.

Does the Galatea Corporation have a conscience?

No, no, no, there is no need to ask. Just look at the crowds that gather on the streets to protest every now and then. At least one-third of them are protesting against the high price of drugs.

"Madam? I suppose you could use a little help now, right?"

As Leone was lost in thought, looking around and circling the train station several times, a girl's voice, sharp and clear, suddenly rang out from behind her.

Startled by the unexpected voice, Leone leaped up from her spot. The black bread in her hand—stone-hard—shot up with her, and she almost turned around and slapped it in surprise.

"Wooa! Calm down! Calm down!"

The person who had spoken behind Leone was equally shocked by her dramatic reaction. She waved her hands and quickly jumped back.

"Doll?" Leone raised an eyebrow and asked in a somewhat puzzled tone as she glanced at the person behind her.

The stranger was dressed in thin clothes, but there was no sign of coldness. In addition, the visible cracks in her skin indicated that she was a doll.

Leone didn't have much of an opinion on dolls—she didn't know much about them. After all, she hadn't spent much time with any dolls. There were no dolls at her research institute to help her; most of the staff were just ordinary employees.

Biological dolls were too expensive. With the limited funds of her research institute, she couldn't afford one at the moment...

If she hadn't spent money on a batch of "experimental materials" from Renault, she might have been able to order one, but that wasn’t the case. Compared to the doll that could help her, Leone had clearly preferred to invest in the experimental materials.

"Mm, ma'am, you've been looking at the train station for a while. I guess you're looking to buy a ticket?"

Hmm? How did this person know?

Leone frowned, wondering how this doll figured that out. She even turned her head to look around, trying to spot whoever might be behind her.

However, this was an obvious move—if there was indeed someone behind the doll—would never be noticed by Leone, a novice at this kind of thing.

This is probably why she had been running around for so long, but still couldn't shake the tails following her.

...

"Heh, it's true. As soon as I agreed to Statesec's job, the transport plane was here within an hour. Their efficiency is too high," Gentiane muttered, curling her lips in dissatisfaction.

Although it was just a helicopter, Griffin had used the same type in the past.

Though not a new model, it was more than enough to transport dolls.

Of course, the mission required not only dolls, but also herself.

While she could provide remote command support, Gentiane no longer trusted the signal stability of the central command system produced by IOP.

Rather than staying home and dealing with intermittent connections to the dolls, she now just wanted to ensure the mission went off without a hitch.

This mission, however, was strange from the start.

What did it mean to "find Angelia"?

Wasn't Angelia part of Statesec? Letting an outsider and a bunch of Griffin dolls search for someone from Statesec...

Could it be they were being set up as decoys to attract attention?

But even as she complained, this was the commission given by others. They held the company’s boss and lifeblood in their hands. If they didn’t take on this job, they'd be disbanded. There was no real choice...

"Tsk, the security contractor business really is a bit bleak. It wasn't as annoying last time when we were surrounded by rebels."

"Commander, we've arrived at the designated location. I'll leave the operation in your hands," M16 said with a smile, reaching into her pocket to touch the little savings she'd managed to accumulate.

Now that she was in the city, how could she resist buying some wine?

"Huh? You... Okay, I know what you're thinking from your expression. It's fine to get wine, but you need to finish the work first." Gentiane gave a knowing look as M16 jumped off the helicopter.

M16 reassured her. While she liked to drink, she would never let it interfere with the mission. She was far more reliable than Simonov and the others on Renault's side.

"Understood!"

The dolls jumped off the helicopter one by one. There were three teams, including the incomplete AR team. Along with the dolls, the transport plane carried a large amount of dummy dolls and ammunition.

Of course, it was impossible to drop all the weapons and ammunition with the dolls. These were backup resources. Furthermore, the current mission was still focused on finding Angelia, and there might not be any combat involved.

However, it was better to stay vigilant. After all, this was a place where Angelia could cut off communication and stayed to search for clues.

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Chapter 126: Well, You're Right

"Not enough, cash is not as effective as Sardis Gold here."

With a sly smile on her face, the doll named Catherine pointed at the banknotes in her hand with one hand and raised her other hand toward Leone, indicating that she should take out more.

Leone’s eyes twitched as she looked at Catherine’s gaze fixed on her wallet.

She wondered if she had been fooled by this doll, who didn’t seem like a serious one...

But now... this money can’t be spent at all, so it doesn’t matter if she takes out a little more.

Besides, she doesn’t dare go to the black market to exchange Sardis Gold. She couldn’t handle that kind of place on her own!

Before going to Renault to purchase materials, the Sardis Gold exchanged with the funds from the research institute was accompanied by Nele and Mia. With Nele’s reassigned bodyguard Mia present, the process of exchanging Sardis Gold went smoothly.

If she went by herself... she was afraid she’d be kidnapped as a fat sheep before she could even speak.

It’s the same now. Compared to a doll that looks a little shabby, it’s obvious that the criminals in the black market are a greater threat to her. Moreover, she might be tied up and sent straight to the Galatea Corporation as soon as she shows up.

Leone has never doubted how powerful the Galatea Corporation is. It’s better not to have any false hopes. She doesn’t want to be captured by the Galatea Corporation for humane destruction.

After handing over a few banknotes with a painful feeling, Leone looked at Catherine with a somewhat annoyed expression, staring at her waist bag. She had just clearly seen her stuff the ticket into the bag.

"Hey, 40,000, this is your ticket. Please take it." As she spoke, Catherine pulled out a cheap-looking plastic card from her bag.

If it weren’t for the ticket authentication chip on it, Leone would definitely think this was a fake, an attempt to deceive her.

"Well, there’s nothing I can do. You can forget about the VIP and second-class carriages. And if you can afford the tickets, you don’t have to buy ordinary tickets for the third-class carriage from a small-scale doll like me, right?"

Catherine waved her hand and turned away with a smile. Before leaving, she kindly pointed out the special platform for the third-class carriage to Leone, where a large number of people were already waiting.

This better be real...

Looking at the fake-looking plastic ticket in her hand, Leone muttered to herself. If this doll was fooling her, she’d make her pay, even if she had to risk her life!

With irritated thoughts running wild in her mind, Leone forced herself to squeeze into the crowd and make her way toward the door of the carriage, which had already been opened.

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Looking at the wilderness around her, Gentiane sighed with a headache. "This is not what I imagined at the beginning."

At first, Statesec approved the transport plane and helped it get a special pass, but in the end, they had to drive into the city by themselves?

"It seems that Gentiane really thought too much," Kalina shrugged and said, as if she had expected this.

"Uh, no, who would have thought it would be like this? They send us here by transport plane, only to have us drive from the wilderness to the city... Can’t they just send us directly to the airport?"

Just as Gentiane complained, the communicator on the transport plane rang.

"It’s okay, but it’s a bit too ostentatious. Although the military teams that encircled Griffin have been classified as rebels, the reasons are very complicated, and it’s just a classification so far. More specific measures haven’t been implemented yet."

"Uh? In other words, the rebels hadn’t their strength reduced at all except for the name 'rebels.' Isn’t that just a formality?"

This is simply... What is simply? This is being handled with care!? In the end, is Griffin the only one who was unlucky?

"What can we do about it? It’s the fact. Compared to the insignificant Griffin, the rebels’ forces, if they can be taken back, can indeed be regarded as a force that cannot be ignored. Griffin... in the eyes of those people, you know." Havier shrugged his shoulders from the other side of the communication.

Tsk!

Hearing Havier’s words, Gentiane curled her lips in displeasure.

They looked down on Griffin, but they could still use Griffin, right?

When fighting with the rebels before, no one was seen except for Angelia.

Now that something has happened, Griffin was forcibly pulled back. What does this mean?

Kalina next to her also looked away helplessly. There was really no way to deal with this kind of thing.

Isn't this the way PMC works?

When it can be used, it's a legitimate security contractor. When it can't be used, it is naturally considered an illegal armed force.

"What about the relevant documents and procedures for entering the city? If we don't have them, we can't enter the inner city even if we walk there, right?"

"Not yet. The preliminary mission will only be carried out in the outer city. If everything goes well, someone will deliver the procedures and relevant documents to you. That's it. Do your best." Havier said, cutting off the communication quickly, as if he were being charged for saying two extra words.

Well, it actually does cost money because it uses an encrypted communication channel, and it's a long-distance communication. Satellite communication had just been restored not long ago, and the cost of using an encrypted channel is really not cheap.

At this critical juncture, Statesec won’t leave any traces for others to follow, even satellite communication records, so there’s no hope of reimbursement later.

After the communication was cut off, Gentiane and Kalina were speechless, looking at each other and sighing.

Seeing the silence between the two, RO635 and M4 awkwardly pulled their lips. M16 didn’t think it was a big deal. After all, she had already adapted to this kind of harsh combat environment.

"Well, don't be too pessimistic. Although you need to drive there yourselves, at least the car is ready." As she spoke, M16 walked forward, put her hand on the door handle, and exerted a little force.

Click.

Clang!

Clang!

First, the door in M16's hand sank and suddenly fell to the ground, followed by the other doors of the jeep and the trunk door, which also fell off together!

The jeep, which had originally looked a little dusty but was intact overall, instantly became a car frame without doors, with only a layer of iron shell left.

RO635 and M4 both looked back subconsciously after seeing this scene and looked at the cars beside them with some suspicion.

Could those cars be in the same state? Havier hung up the communication so quickly just now. Could it be that he already knew the cars he prepared were unreliable?

With this thought in mind, Gentiane and Kalina walked toward the remaining cars with dark expressions, while the dolls who were carrying ammunition and supplies looked at those cars with some trepidation, fearing that they would be exactly the same as the one in front of M16.

After some inspection, although it wasn't as bad as they had feared, it wasn’t much better either.

There were four jeeps and a truck. In the end, only one jeep was left intact, and the truck's compartment was about to fall apart, but it could still be used with emergency treatment.

As for the remaining three cars, either the wheels or the frames had fallen off, and one of them even had an obvious crack in its frame. God knows how far it would fall apart.

Although only two cars were left out of the five, the trucks were in decent condition, and the dolls could only make do in the carriages.

…

"A-choo!"

"Hey! Watch out! Where are you spraying?"

"Sorry, sorry..." Facing the scolding from her neighbor, who was also spitting, Leone lowered her head carefully and apologized, fearing that the guy next to her, who looked difficult to deal with, would suddenly attack her.

The environment of the third-class carriage was beyond Leone's imagination. She really didn’t expect so many people to take the intercontinental train to leave this place, even if they were being squeezed into a pancake.

Is the destination of the train so attractive to them? Or is it really impossible to survive here?

Leone didn’t have the heart to think about why. She just hoped she could reach her destination safely during the train's numerous stops.

Although she didn’t take the train often, she had heard that before World War III, the route from Poznan to Warsaw only took about three hours.

But now... the technology is more advanced, yet the time consumed has increased several times.

One reason is that the train now has to pass through a nearly 200-kilometer-long red zone, and another is that, due to environmental changes in the red zone, the train must reduce its speed to ensure there are no obstacles in front of it.

Sometimes, the train even has to stop and use the various weapons it carries to clear out the surrounding ELID-infected people before it can continue.

If you're unlucky, you might encounter mutated infected animals or powerful mutants. At that point, the train may even need to reverse to avoid these outrageous things...

Of course, these are low-probability events. As long as you're not extremely unlucky, you will never encounter such a situation.

Even if you do, the top-level compartment of the train can ensure the personal safety of the passengers.

Whether it's medical equipment or life-support equipment, this train is fully equipped. In a sense, this train can even be regarded as a doomsday train.

However, the third-class compartment is an exception.

Beep! Beep!

The shrill alarm sounded, and Leone was startled. She looked up and around in panic, trying to figure out what had gone wrong so she’d know where to run.

However, the strong man sitting next to her didn’t react as strongly as she did. He put his feet on the table, smoked the cigarette in his mouth, and threw the train's management regulations aside.

"Hey, you look like this, is this your first time riding this train?" Looking at Leone, who was dressed cleanly but still looked dirty, the sturdy man raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile. He suddenly realized the person next to him looked pretty good?

"Uh... yes, is this alarm really okay?"

Hearing the words of the person next to her, Leone shrank her neck. She had noticed earlier that, although many people looked like frightened birds like her, there were also many who were as calm as the person next to her.

"Hey, of course, there's no problem. This is just the alarm from the detection system, indicating that the vehicle has entered the red zone. Moreover, the protective measures on this train are very complete. Even in the third-class carriage, there won't be large-scale radiation leakage. And even if there is, what can you do? Can you jump off the train? Hahaha!"

Leone stiffened at his words. Although they were technically correct, the way this man said it made her have a bad feeling, as though this train might actually have an accident...

Looking at the man next to her, wearing striped sportswear and a peaked cap on his bald head, Leone could only lower her head and shrink into the corner, praying that this man wasn’t jinxing it.

But sometimes, the more you fear something, the more it comes...

Bang!

Crash!

After a sharp collision, a glass-shattering sound that startled everyone in the carriage suddenly exploded!

"Hey!?" Leone, hearing the sound, didn’t care about keeping a low profile and immediately raised her eyes, glaring at the cursed-mouthed man beside her!

…

"Look! 45! Look! Look at my moves!" UMP40 was holding a 'toy' lightsaber made by Renault, standing in front of UMP45, dancing vigorously. The smugness on her face was indescribable.

Show off!

UMP45 rolled her eyes at this and quickly put the book she was holding away. "Come on, don't play with this in the dormitory! You’re so energetic, why don’t you help NZ75 and the others on the construction site during the day?"

Although UMP45 had also gone to the training room recently to learn how to use the lightsaber from the Protoss, her progress was obviously not as fast as UMP40's.

Didn’t you see? 40 can now swing the lightsaber for ten minutes without hurting herself.

Oddly enough, even with her own imprint weapon, UMP40 could miss the 10-meter target by a large margin. But when she used the lightsaber, it was as if she had unlocked a talent tree. Her learning progress was much faster than most dolls.

Even Gager admitted that UMP40's skills were no less than hers.

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Chapter 127: There Can't Be Idle People at Home!

"Ahem, you know I have no talent for precision control..." UMP40 cleared her throat a little embarrassedly and stopped her hand movements, rolled her eyes. It was clear that she was not telling the truth.

"Come on, you didn't have any talent, yet you didn’t say anything about that when you used the lightsaber! How long have you been practicing? Now you can't hurt a single hair. Why don’t you think about MDR, the bald one?"

"I'm not bald! My hair has been repaired!" As soon as UMP45 finished speaking, MDR rushed in from the door, shouting and pointing at the beret on her head.

"Sorry, even if it has been repaired, every time I see you now, I always feel like your head is really shiny..."

"Stop talking! Can’t you just leave?!" MDR’s face suddenly changed when she heard UMP45 bring up the old story. She didn’t care about her nickname and ran out immediately, covering her hat.

MDR had been wise all her life, but she made a mistake with the lightsaber. She regretted it! She shouldn’t have played with the lightsaber and Nagant Revolver in a fit of excitement!

But now... well, the lightsaber is still pretty cool after all. You can still use it once you become proficient. And isn't the lightsaber cooler than the hatchet Renault gave them before?

It's just that Renault doesn't seem to have any intention of taking out the official lightsaber. After all, even the prototype lightsaber given to Gager was taken back by Renault. It seems Renault will never take out the official lightsaber before the dolls get the title of "Master" from the Protoss.

Well, it’s called the title of Master, but it only means mastery in a certain sense. At least... in the eyes of the dolls, even the most ordinary fanatics among the Protoss possess combat skills that could be called Master-level.

To successfully become a Master is no ordinary feat, even for dolls. Of course, UMP40 is an exception.

Who would have thought that UMP40 who had almost no combat skills, actually had a talent for close range fighting?

That said, UMP40 didn’t let go of the lightsaber toy and didn’t think of asking Renault for the real thing. Otherwise, she might have gotten the real deal by now.

In this regard, MDR didn’t have any intention of being crafty. The previous Architect was a lesson.

Tsk tsk, within a minute of getting it, she successfully made herself lose a piece of meat. What a talent.

As for MDR, just getting the toy lightsaber had already left her with a dark history that a group of dolls would always remember.

If she rashly picked up the real one... she could imagine how Renault would punish her later...

Seeing MDR leave, UMP45 shrugged her shoulders. It wasn’t easy to catch MDR’s weakness, and this dark history probably wouldn’t work if she used it too many times. After all, MDR would become immune to it if she heard it too often.

"By the way, are we a little too idle recently?" Putting the toy sword in her hand, UMP40 scratched her head and looked at the slightly empty corridor outside.

Most of the dolls at home now had things to do. Some were driving SCVs to build spaceships, while others were maintaining the normal operation of the ship’s facilities.

Most of the Sangvis dolls were processing various parts of the spaceship inside the industrial park. The two gunships were also in motion, carrying parts or supplies from time to time, going back and forth between the industrial park and the underwater dock.

So, there weren’t many T-dolls as idle as they were on the ship right now.

"Idle? I’m not idle." UMP45 said, raising the book in her hand. It was the electronic warfare-related information and tutorials she had recorded from the training device.

Although she had recorded the electronic version, she had chosen to bind these materials into a book. First, it was more convenient to hold them in her hands after binding. Second, if she didn’t do this, browsing the data in her mental space would look like she was daydreaming in her current position.

It’s fine if no one sees it. But if someone does see it, she will either be dragged around by UMP40 or pulled by other T-dolls to work... It’s really hard to avoid this without a disguise...

"Well, if it’s just reading a book, isn’t it still pretty idle..."

"UMP40! UMP40! Where are you?" The shouting in the corridor immediately interrupted UMP40's words.

UMP45 could tell that the voice was from M1 Garand. If she called for UMP40, there must be something she needed to do.

How dare she say she was free? Wasn’t there something else waiting for her to do?

M1 Garand wouldn’t come to her for no reason. If there weren’t enough people, M1 Garand would definitely grab someone else to do work on the ship, but now M1 Garand came to find UMP40.

Obviously, there must be something UMP40 had to do personally, but she couldn’t be reached through the communication protocol.

Cutting off the communication protocol had almost become second nature for every doll who liked to slack off. UMP40 had learned bad habits from others. She was no exception. Otherwise, M1 Garand wouldn’t have had to come here in person and shout at her.

Hula!

As footsteps approached quickly, the door to the dormitory opened. M1 Garand looked suspicious and poked her head out. When she saw UMP40, her eyebrows immediately raised. "I knew you'd be in the dormitory! Hmm? 45 is here too? Perfect! You two can go together!"

"Huh? No, why do you need me too?"

UMP45 was pulled up from the recliner by M1 Garand’s hand. She was a bit disoriented and couldn’t figure out why she needed to be involved.

"Although you’re here by chance, you’d better come along. The commander mentioned that you should get familiar with the new communication system on the new spaceship in advance, but he didn’t specify when it would be used. You wouldn’t want to be clueless when the commander asks about it later, right?"

"Well, I don’t know anything about it, but the main body of the spaceship has just been completed. We have to wait until the commander finishes laying the energy pipelines before installing the communication equipment, right?" UMP45 had participated in the spaceship’s construction last time and was familiar with the construction sequence.

"I don’t know about that, but the commander said that the communication system this time is a little different. Some black technology from other universes might have been added. Anyway, you have nothing else to do now, so you might as well go and take a look early."

"Okay."

UMP45 shrugged. She suspected it wasn’t just the communication system. If no one helped, she feared all the main control equipment on the entire bridge would need her assistance to install.

Since Renault must have already set the preset parameters for the equipment, installation itself wouldn’t be troublesome. Just follow the manual and install it bit by bit.

But the equipment and parts were so numerous that even though she was a doll, she couldn’t stand the long and tedious task.

You should know that the bridge of the spaceship, except for the observation windows, the seats, the console, the floor, and even the ceiling, were all densely packed with various equipment, and all the wiring and installation had been done by Renault and her, bit by bit.

At first, she was responsible for less than half of it, and most of the work was done by Renault himself. The internal space of the bridge may not be larger than the original spaceship, but it was certainly not just "ordinary" large.

The internal space had increased by at least ten times, and such a large area required a lot of equipment and facilities to be installed.

She spent two days installing the first half of the project, and now...

It might take a whole week... No, a week may not be enough...

UMP40 didn’t say anything beside her, still not understanding why M1 Garand had sought her out. After all, the construction of the spaceship had nothing to do with her.

The only way she could help was by doing small odd jobs at the construction site, right?

But after the two were dragged to the warehouse in the industrial park by M1 Garand, they were shocked by the sight of two boxes of parts that looked like a small mountain in front of them.

"No... Garand, what is this? Didn’t you say we need to get familiar with the new communication system equipment?" UMP45 looked up at the parts boxes, which were at least three or four meters high, and asked stiffly.

They couldn’t be asking them to carry these things, could they? No, this amount of parts should be handled by SCV!

"Yes, these are them." M1 Garand turned around, pointing at the parts boxes behind him. She said this as if it were a matter of course. While speaking, she pulled out a stack of construction blueprints from a parts box at her feet. "Here, these are the blueprints, the electronic versions. I don’t have them here. Commander Renault only gave me these. If you want them, you’ll have to go to ME79 in person."

UMP45 felt numb just hearing the first half of the sentence. Her eyes couldn't move. This pile of parts, big and small, piled into a small mountain, stretching about 20 meters from left to right. She had no idea how many were in front and behind...

"No, no, no! This can’t be right! Such a huge amount of work... the commander wouldn’t expect me to complete it alone, right?" UMP45 asked M1 Garand with a tremor in her voice, somewhat unbelieving.

"So I’ve found a helper for you. UMP40 is mainly responsible for the design of the pet room on the new spaceship. After all, there are pets on the ship, and UMP40 started it. We should always finish what we started, right?"

"Huh? Huh!? So not only do I need to take care of the pet room, but I also need to help 45 with all this?!" UMP40 shouted in disbelief.

"Be content... you two are responsible for the layout of the life support system pipelines for the entire spaceship. Do you want to switch with us?"

As soon as UMP40’s exclamation fell, RFB crawled listlessly out of a pile of parts boxes next to ber, and Ouroboros followed closely behind, holding a few rolled-up circuit diagrams in he hands.

"Tsk! If I had known this day would come, I would definitely have taken the spaceship driving qualification test. Why don’t pilots have to work?" Ouroboros muttered indignantly as she climbed up.

"What were you doing earlier?" M1 Garand rolled her eyes at the girl. "And who told you the pilots didn’t work? SPAS-12 and P226 drove the gunship back and forth at least 20 times today, each. Anyway, there’s no one idle at home now. You two hurry up, I still have to catch MDR!"

M1 Garand said this and ran out directly, while UMP45 and UMP40 looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

It appears MDR had just appeared at the door of their dormitory not because she was idle, but purely because she was looking for a place to hide and slack off...

No!

"Hey! M1 Garand! Wait! Wait for me! I’ll go with you to find her! That guy knows communication technology too!" Thinking of this, UMP45 slapped her forehead and hurriedly chased after M1 Garand.

Leaving UMP40 standing there, staring at RFB and Ouroboros.

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Crash!

The sound of glass shattering rang out repeatedly. Leone was so nervous that she forgot to breathe, even forgetting to glare at the crow-mouthed man beside her.

Beep! Beep!

The shrill alarm sounded, mixing in with the chaos. The passengers in the carriage scrambled from their seats or temporary spots, holding onto nearby objects to steady themselves, while keeping a vigilant eye on the situation in the carriage.

However, despite the panic, not many were truly afraid. Although most passengers in the third-class carriage were people with little money, it seemed that this was precisely why they didn’t panic.

Panicking was useless...

"Ah—!"

Just when Leone was about to get up and check the situation, a shrill scream came from another carriage!

Although it was a scream, it wasn’t just a woman's cry—it was a mix of shouting and cursing.

Clearly, the sound of glass breaking earlier came from the neighboring car, and as expected... that car had been completely polluted by collapse radiation...

Leone hadn’t forgotten where the train was now. The crow-mouth man beside her had just said they had entered the red zone. The broken glass had exposed the car to the collapse radiation environment in the red zone.

As the train sped forward, a large amount of collapse radiation dust had been swept into the car...

If the passengers in that car weren’t wearing protective suits, those people were likely doomed.

After exposure to high-concentration collapse radiation, the time it took to develop ELID could vary depending on a person’s health, but in general, they became severely ill within ten minutes to two hours.

If the car remained in the red zone for a longer period, the onset time might be extended to one hour or even several hours, but now... the passengers in that car had already been washed by a large amount of collapse particles.

The time might be even faster. Ten minutes? Or even five minutes?

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Chapter 128: Can It Be Cheaper?

Leone didn’t wait for the exact answer regarding how long it would take for the passengers in the next carriage to become severely infected with ELID.

In fact, less than a minute after the sound of glass breaking, the door of the carriage had already begun to be knocked on.

The passengers who could only stand because they hadn’t been able to buy seat tickets, saw the hideous faces of those knocking on the door through the observation window.

"Go to the next carriage! Go to the next carriage! Quick! Open the door!"

But even though they saw the tragic situation, the passengers in the aisle of the carriage could only squeeze toward the other carriage door.

Unfortunately, the carriage was already crowded. What use was there in squeezing forward desperately?

"Don’t squeeze! Don’t squeeze!"

Leone was staring at the situation in the carriage, dazed. Fortunately, she didn’t hear any crying children. Maybe there were no children in this carriage...

Though she wasn’t sure why the thought suddenly crossed her mind, Leone felt a bit stupid. In this crowded situation, escaping was impossible.

The strong man sitting next to Leone calmed down after seeing the panic among the passengers in the aisle. He returned to his original position, took out a cigarette from his pocket with a slight tremor, and began smoking.

Squinting, he stared at the door that was continuously knocked upon.

Noticing Leone’s puzzled look, as if she didn’t understand why he had sat back down obediently, the sturdy man exhaled a puff of smoke. "What else can I do if I don’t sit down? This carriage is now a large coffin. The hatch in the middle won’t be opened until it’s time for dinner."

And the condition for the hatch to be opened was that the doll in charge of the crew had to walk to the door with the key. Judging by the current situation, that seemed impossible.

If their carriage was like this, then why wasn’t the next carriage exactly the same?

The only difference was probably the identity of the person knocking on the hatch.

On one side were ELID patients who might be infected, and on the other side, passengers in the third-class carriage who hadn’t been infected yet but might be soon...

"Tsk. I just hope that the people controlling the train don’t decide to cut off these two carriages and throw them into the red zone..."

"Then the hatch at the back can’t be opened?" Hearing the strong man’s words, Leone calmed down. Since the hatch couldn’t be opened, what was there to be nervous about?

The observation window on the hatch wasn’t large, and the material seemed different from the window glass on both sides. There was no need to worry about the observation window breaking anytime soon. Even if it did break, the hatch would block it, and the people in the next carriage wouldn’t be able to get through.

"Of course not. As I said, this is an iron coffin. You can’t run away; just wait for it to stop."

Even if the train did stop and rescuers arrived, the first priority for rescue would definitely be the passengers in the first-class carriage, followed by those in the second-class carriage, and finally, the passengers in the third-class carriage.

"And didn’t you notice? A large portion of the passengers in the third-class carriage are dolls."

Whether it was the passengers sitting in the seats or those crowded in the aisles, many of them were dolls. Most of these dolls were trying to squeeze out of the crowd. After all, they weren’t human and weren’t as afraid of collapse radiation.

On the contrary, the current crowding and the possible collapse were the most dangerous threats to them—or to humans.

But unfortunately, not all humans could calm down and think clearly when faced with the fear of becoming ELID-infected.

Thinking of this, Leone couldn’t help but look up at the burly man next to her. This man had a clear mind...

But being sober was actually useless. Now, they had nothing to do except sit and wait to die quietly, maintaining a semblance of decency.

Knocking on the car window? That would be courting death.

However, just as the sturdy man was smoking anxiously, Leone stood up from her seat and walked toward the door of the carriage where no one had gathered. Sitting and waiting for death felt too passive. At least before she died, she wanted to know what was happening in the carriage behind.

With the last bit of curiosity in her heart, Leone stood in front of the carriage, tiptoed, and tried to look through the observation window to see the situation in the rear carriage.

But at a glance, what she saw wasn’t a passenger desperately knocking on the door, nor a transformed ELID-infected person, but a protective helmet with a blue mask.

Bang! Bang!

And just as Leone's face appeared in the observation window, the knocking on the door of the carriage suddenly became faster!

Leone even vaguely heard a voice from the opposite side, "Found... target..."

Target? What? Me?

When she thought of this, Leone suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

Her eyes widened, and she instantly thought of the pursuers she had seen while escaping. Some of them appears to have brought several guys wearing white helmets!

It's over! I'm going to die! I have to hurry...

Bang!

Leone, who had just thought that she had to hide quickly, had just turned around when the hatch behind her was kicked open by someone!

It then hit Leone's back directly! She was pressed to the ground!

Leone who was hit on the back of her head by a heavy object, fainted in front of her eyes!

And those guys who broke into the door rushed into the carriage with weapons!

...

"So, now we can only move around in the outer city?" Looking at the huge quarantine wall in the distance, Kalina said with some emotion.

Obviously, the place where they were moving before could also be classified as a green zone, but here, with their identities, they had no way to enter the high wall.

We can only move around in the outer city area. Fortunately, there are special purification towers even in the outer city area, so they don’t have to worry about suddenly bumping into the collapse particle wind when shopping that day.

“That should be it. What’s the matter with tracking down Angelia’s whereabouts? They don’t even give me a little information. Do I have to check one by one among these millions of people?”

Even in the outer city area, the number of residents living here has reached millions, and the number of people in the inner city area is even higher.

But this is only the number of residents officially counted. There are many people who are not counted. If she goes to find them one by one, even if she has doll helpers, it will probably take a month to check them all.

What’s more, apart from this problem, the people here are obviously not very friendly to dolls, especially those in the outer city area...

Maybe they think that dolls have taken away their job opportunities.

After all, dolls are much cheaper than human employees, and they don’t get mad at their bosses. They are obedient and easy to use.

Human employees? Cut! They are all unruly people!

At this time, Gentiane was also bored, stirring her coffee in the quilt, looking out the window with her chin down, and occasionally glancing at the inspection status transmitted back to the tablet by the dolls.

M16 was sitting next to her, also sipping soft drinks through a straw with a bored look on her face. She couldn't drink alcohol during the mission, so she could only drink this to make do.

Fortunately, other drinks can be bought here. She had asked Kalina to help order them. If she was lucky, she could have a good drink after this mission is over.

Why didn't M16 follow other dolls and RO to find clues about Ange?

"Don’t you already know how the scar on your face came from? Why do you keep it?" Looking at M16 sitting next to her, Gentiane sighed helplessly.

At first, M16 also followed RO and M4, but she came back soon because she was wearing an eye mask, which scared several passers-by, and then someone called the police directly.

There was no other way, so Gentiane could only let M16 come back first and let RO635 and M4 act separately.

Although it was a pity to split up the AR team, both RO635 and M4 had command modules, so it would have been a bit of a waste to put them together.

With RO and M4, Gentiane's command work was much easier. She only needed to give orders to RO and M4, and they would handle the rest in an orderly manner.

The command module is really a good thing... Gentiane, thinking of this, wanted to install a command module on every doll under her. After all, with this thing, the doll can directly complete the task by itself.

Well, you are already mature tactical dolls; it's time to know how to complete the task by yourself!

Unfortunately, this idea can only be thought about. So far, although there are many dolls that can install command modules, that is based on the condition that the doll neural core has enough memory.

Not every doll's neural core can hold as much as RO and M4.

Back to the present, M16 shook her head helplessly after hearing what Gentiane said, "Well, just think of it as a memory of the past. Although I have learned what happened from UMP45, I still can't remember the memory of that time."

It seems that her memory was deleted more thoroughly...

M16 couldn't help but envy UMP45. That girl was really lucky to meet a boss like Renault...

No, that guy can no longer be described as a boss; he is simply a kind man...

Except that every time he accepts a commission from Griffin and asking for a lot of money...

But a boss like Renault is obviously hard to come by, and M16 always feels that Renault seems to be a bit out of tune with this world, whether it is his attitude towards dolls or the spaceship in his hand that doesn't look like human technology at all.

"Besides, the current situation is not something that can be solved by taking off an eye patch." M16 shrugged her shoulders. Although she was wearing an eye patch and the scar on her face was indeed a little scary, it was only a little. She thought she was still very friendly.

The real problem is that the people in the outer city of this city seem to have a deep-rooted aversion to dolls. This is not something that can be fooled by dressing up a little.

Which of the dolls under RO and M4 is not beautiful?

"Alas, I hope things can end as soon as possible." Hearing this, Gentiane sighed. She knew the current situation. To be honest, this city is much more annoying than the jurisdictions that Griffin was in charge of before.

At least, in the original jurisdictions of Griffin, Griffin's dolls had been completely integrated into the lives of local people after a long period of duty and patrol. Although it cannot be said that no one hates tactical dolls, at least they will not be treated as targets of attack by protesters after walking a few steps.

"Fortunately, AR15 has sent us a new Paradeus identification feature, the virtual consciousness, which is probably a system similar to the human-shaped neural cloud map. Although I don't know what the principle is, as long as we have this, Persica should be able to help us find those hidden guys faster, right?"

M16 looked at Kalina who had helped contact Persica before, and didn’t know if there was a response yet.

"Uh, don’t look at me, I don’t know when Persica will get a result!" Facing the stares of Gentiane and M16, Kalina waved her hands quickly.

God knows whether Persica is sleeping or locking herself in the laboratory. This is an unpredictable thing...

"Oh, I know..." Gentiane's gaze returned to dead fish eyes again. She leaned back in the chair and brought the coffee cup to her mouth, but found that the coffee in the cup was empty.

"Ahem, anyway, should we consider changing places? The shop owner over there seems to be staring at us all the time..."

Kalina cautiously tilted her head towards the bar, indicating that the owner over there appears to be staring at them all the time.

"Miss, after all, you guys sat here all day yesterday, and you sat here all day today, and you refilled your cup of coffee nearly ten times. Just staring at you is already a very good treatment."

As soon as Kalina finished speaking, the shop owner and barista, who was wiping the cups over there, spoke up.

Hearing this, the three of them all turned their eyes away with a guilty conscience.

After all, it was a bit embarrassing to stay in someone else's shop like a nail household.

But there was nothing they could do about it...

After all, they were short of money now, and Kalina was unwilling to give out more funds, saying that the action funds must be used in more important places.

Indeed, Kalina used a large part of the funds to replace the new vehicle, but... there must be some action funds left... Can't she enjoy it?

Thinking of this, Gentiane picked up the menu with resentment and pointed at the chocolate sundae on the menu.

"Wow... you really know how to choose... But, for this price, boss, we are regular customers, can't you give us a little discount?"

"Sorry, sir, our store is a small business, so we don't accept bargaining."

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Chapter 129: I'm Here to Find You

"There's still... a living one..."

Leone heard someone saying this in her ear, and her back and the back of her head stung as if they had been cracked.

Her current position seemed to be lying on the ground, with her cheek still pressed against the floor of the carriage she had previously disliked. Damn... Could it be that she's disfigured?

Feeling the pain on her cheek, thinking that she might have been scratched into a checkered face by the metal stripes on the ground, Leone didn’t care whether the ground was dirty or not, or that she might have licked the floor just now. She tried to get up with both hands.

It was just the heavy pressure from behind that made Leone, who had just regained consciousness, a little weak. Her hands barely supported her upper body, and after doing so, the pain in her chest surged violently again.

The violent pain made Leone wonder if she had been crushed.

It’s over! This has gone a little too far! Didn’t she just want to run away? Why were they so persistent? What did she, a small researcher, do to anyone?

While wailing in her head, Leone finally saw the current situation clearly. The carriage, which had originally been full of passengers and dolls, had now turned into a pile of ruins. The train windows on both sides, without exception, had turned into holes, and the strong wind was blowing in violently.

Under the smashed chairs and tables were the bodies of humans and dolls.

Perhaps because she had hit her nose, Leone’s nasal cavity was filled with a fishy and sweet smell, but she had no reaction to the blood flowing all over the floor in the carriage.

The one who had just spoken was not a human, but a few dolls, who were carefully looking at the corpse of one of the humans, or... the corpse that was being transformed into a Hevay infected ELID.

Hey... it turns out that the one who was alive was not referring to her... and a Heavy infected ELID, what’s the difference between that and being dead?

"Ahem! Hiss!" After wiping the undried bloodstains near her nose with her sleeve, Leone tried to take a deep breath, attempting to gather some strength in this way to move the heavy objects off her body.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t gather any strength after taking a breath but instead pulled the wound, causing her to gasp in pain.

But fortunately, she made a sound, which attracted the attention of the three dolls who appeared to be intact not far away.

"What is that? Why is there a poor woman under the hatch? Is she going to transform? She’s already started coughing."

"Stupid, ELID-infected people don’t cough."

"Who said that? Aren’t the early symptoms the same as a cold, followed by fever and coma?"

"That’s a mild case, okay? With the current situation in the carriage, how could there be a mild case?"

Listening to the three figures talk about the infected as if no one else was around, Leone frowned. "I say, you guys have time to chat over there. Can’t someone come to save me first? I’m not dead yet..."

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, the three figures turned their heads and stared at Leone, but unfortunately, from their position, they could only vaguely see the top of Leone’s head, not even her face.

Two of the dolls shrugged their shoulders upon hearing this. "Well, it’s probably going to be soon. You’d better lie down over there. Otherwise, if you become infected, it will be very troublesome for us."

Hearing this, Leone raised her eyebrows in annoyance.

Obviously, the two indifferent dolls must be illegal dolls; otherwise, they would have come over to help by now.

It was the doll in the flight attendant uniform who stumbled toward Leone with a twisted short leg after hearing Leone’s words.

"Hey! Susanna! You really want to save her? It’s useless! You’re just a civilian service doll, you can’t lift the hatch at all!"

Or rather, none of the three of them could lift the hatch. If their bodies hadn’t been damaged, under normal circumstances, the three of them together might still have been able to move the metal hatch that weighed at least 60 kilograms, but now...

Don’t mention it, Susanna’s leg was almost scrapped, and one of her arms had lost power. She and Catherine had each lost an arm, and Catherine had also lost a foot because of saving her.

If it weren’t for the desperate situation, she might have thought about setting up a team of broken hands and feet.

Susanna who was staggering toward Leone, was about to cry in her heart, but unfortunately, she couldn’t actually do it. Her body didn’t have this function. At this time, her face still bore that business-like smile.

She was different from Catherine and Maggie. Although she had cooperated with these two several times and earned a little extra money, she was still a doll belonging to the railway company. When faced with the request of humans, she could not refuse...

Looking at the doll named Susanna who came over with a smile, Leone suddenly felt a creepy feeling in her heart... It was not because of fear, but Susanna’s smile, which must have looked very friendly under normal circumstances, combined with the current situation, triggered a little of the uncanny valley effect.

However, Leone quickly put this fear behind her. It was just a civilian doll.

There was nothing to be afraid of! What’s more, this doll came to help! What’s there to be afraid of?

When she saw Susanna approaching, stretching out the arm that could still move, holding the edge of the hatch, and trying to lift the door, Leone sighed helplessly. She naturally knew that the doll who hadn’t moved wasn’t lying, and Susanna really couldn’t lift the hatch.

So...

"Don’t be silly and try to lift this thing. Find something that can bear the weight and hand it to me. I can hold it up and climb out!"

Although the pain in her body hadn’t decreased at all, Leone felt that she might have begun to numb. The pain wasn’t as severe as when she first woke up, and her hands could move within a small range.

"Okay... okay..." Susanna cried in her heart after hearing this. She looked around and tried to find some objects that could bear the weight.

Looking around, it appears that only a suitcase under the wreckage of a seat seemed the most suitable. The size, height, and weight were all within her tolerance.

However, after seeing the suitcase handed over by Susanna, Leone looked at Susanna with a complicated expression.

If she didn’t know that she didn’t recognize the human figure in front of her, she would have suspected that this girl was deliberately retaliating against her...

This is clearly her suitcase! It contains all her belongings!

The research data on the radiation epiphyllum, the research data on the crops from Renault, and all the money she had left were all packed in this box!

But now the primary goal is to crawl out from under this door. There will definitely be a way to get the box out after she gets out. Her hands are fine, and her feet are not broken. After she gets out, she will be much stronger than these three dolls with broken hands and feet.

After struggling for a long time, Leone finally managed to crawl out from under the door.

She reached out and touched her still intact body, then looked at Susannah, who had a broken leg in front of her. She was now somewhat fortunate that she had been pressed under the door panel before.

If the door panel hadn't blocked her, she might have ended up like the other corpses in the carriage.

After seeing Leone escape, Susannah also breathed a sigh of relief. She dragged her body, found a place to shelter from the wind, and squatted down.

"What on earth is going on? What just happened?" Leone asked anxiously, looking up at the two dolls leaning against the bottom of the seat a few meters away.

Although she didn’t know why these three dolls had survived, she thought they must know what had happened just now. The train had not stopped yet, which meant it hadn’t arrived at the station.

Or, the train hadn’t even left the red zone yet. The red light of the collapse radiation alarm was still flashing, but the alarm couldn't be heard—the horn had been broken.

"To put it simply, a group of lunatics rushed in, looking for people and killing them at the same time. Even those dolls weren't spared... It's you! The fool who asked me to buy a ticket!?" Catherine was talking, but she saw Leone reach up to tidy her hair and wipe her face.

The face that was originally covered by hair and stained with blood was finally recognized by Catherine.

"Sucker? You are? Leone from the Flora Research Institute?" The doll beside Catherine frowned at this moment. After comparing Leone's face with the personnel data in the database, she asked in a daze.

"How do you know!? Have you seen me?" Hearing the doll’s words, Leone frowned immediately and used both hands to pull her suitcase out from under the door panel. The edge of the door panel directly cut into the leather surface of the suitcase.

"Ah, probably. I saw your resume on Ms. Gray's desk. These guys are also coming for you, right? I recognize a few of them. They’re from Galatea..."

Looking at Leone opening the suitcase to check the items, Maggie really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. That group of idiots came and went in a hurry to kill all the passengers in the third-class carriage, but the person they were looking for was actually stepped on under their feet?

Besides, she had just reached an agreement with Gray not long ago, but she almost died at the hands of Gray’s men not long after?

Hearing this, Leone looked at Maggie with some suspicion, unsure whether what she said was true.

If it was, the doll in front of her shouldn’t have revealed her information to Gray, right?

Thinking of this, Leone quickly grabbed something from the side as a weapon, holding it in her hand while looking at the two dolls who were unable to move.

"Heh, don’t be so vigilant. I can’t contact Gray now, of course, I won’t contact the other party. After all, my body is almost useless, all thanks to Galatea Corporation."

Sure enough, although they knew about the cooperation with Gray a long time ago, it wasn’t really a cooperation at all. The strength of both parties wasn’t equal, and the other party was just using them.

The only thing they didn’t expect was that the other party didn’t care about their little value at all and abandoned them as waste without a word.

"Then how did you three survive?" Leone looked suspiciously at the three figures. After all, the other figures had all fallen, and only these three were still awake. This situation didn’t seem right.

"A little secret. Of course, you’d better think of a way to deal with this infected person first; otherwise, none of us will escape in a while," Maggie said, raising her chin in the direction opposite her.

Over there was the "living" infected person that Catherine had just mentioned. Because he was lying on the ruins, the skin exposed on the surface had ulcerated in a short time, and a large amount of silicified silicide was spreading on the surface of the infected person.

At this speed, it would take less than a few minutes for the infected person to stand up again and attack Leone.

As for why he hadn’t attacked the other figures first, it was naturally because the attraction of a human figure was much smaller than that of a living person, and as long as the bionic level of the body was reduced, the infected person might not even be aware of the existence of the dolls.

Hearing Maggie's words, Leone looked at her suspiciously, then her eyes fell on the holster on Maggie's waist.

Although it looked like an ordinary weapon, in a situation where there was no weapon at hand, it was always better to have a weapon than to be unarmed!

Maggie, who noticed Leone’s gaze, raised her eyebrows. "Don’t worry. The two of us can almost be said to be unable to move now. The impact of collapse radiation is still very large for ordinary dolls."

The meaning of this was naturally to acknowledge Leone’s gaze. Maggie certainly didn’t care if the other party took her gun. In fact, she rarely used weapons herself. Under normal circumstances, this weapon was just a decoration.

Leone heard the words. She looked at the infected person struggling to get up, and approached with doubt, reaching out to grab the revolver on Maggie's waist.

Although she had not received any professional combat training, Leone at least knew how to use the revolver in her hand.

After checking the six bullets in the magazine, Leone turned around and looked at the severely infected person who was struggling to get up.

Leone knew very well how strong the silicon layer on the infected person's body was, so she had no idea whether the weapon in her hand could penetrate the silicon layer with one shot.

So the safest way at the moment... was to put the muzzle of the gun directly into the infected person's mouth!

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Chapter 130: I'm in a Hurry

"Will she use it? I thought she was going to shoot herself in the forehead?" Catherine turned to Maggie and whispered.

Leone's actions, checking if there was a bullet in the cylinder, had really scared her, especially since her thumb was still on the hammer and her index finger was near the trigger guard.

Wasn't she afraid of the gun firing accidentally?

"Well, maybe they're skilled and daring. Why overthink it? We can't move now, so just watch," Maggie replied.

As the two spoke, they used their remaining strength to shift their bodies away, fearing that Leone who was still inexperienced, might accidentally hurt herself.

Of course, Leone didn't notice the whispers or the small movements of the two figures behind her. The wind noise from the train drowned out anything unless someone spoke loudly.

When Leone had taken the gun from Maggie earlier, she hadn't noticed its weight. But now, holding it, she realized the revolver was longer than her forearm!

After tightening her grip on the handle, Leone nervously stared at the ELID-infected person in front of her, who was struggling to lift the wreckage of the seat pressing on him.

Though it wasn't the first time she'd seen an infected person, it was the first time she was so close without any protective barriers—no guardrails, no protective glass—and she had to point the gun at his head.

Taking a deep breath, Leone stepped forward bravely, placing her foot on the infected person’s chest and pointing the barrel at his face, where the silicification process was already beginning.

The silicification of the epidermis was happening quickly. At this rate, the layer would soon reach a thickness of at least one centimeter. Combined with the body's bones, it would significantly reduce the impact of ordinary bullets.

It was like wearing a full-body ceramic bulletproof plate.

So... hurry up...

With that thought, Leone hesitated but then pressed the barrel against the infected person's eye, which was beginning to silicify. She didn't have the courage to put it in his mouth.

But when she tried to pull the trigger, nothing happened.

"What's going on? Hey! Is your gun broken?!" Leone shouted, frustrated. What if it was broken?

Maggie, hearing this, facepalmed. She had warned that Leone wouldn't be able to use it, but she hadn't expected this to actually happen.

"Hammer! You have to lift the hammer and then pull the trigger!"

"Huh? Other guns don’t need that..." Leone murmured.

"This is a single-action revolver..."

Leone quickly pulled the hammer back, then swiftly squeezed the trigger.

Click.

The sound was sharp and clear, cutting through the noise of the train's motion. Even with the carriage filled with wind, Leone and Maggie heard it distinctly.

Maggie sighed. Leone looked at her, confused.

"Do it again," Maggie instructed.

Leone, now pouting, repeated the motion, more doubtfully this time. This time...

Bang!

With a sharp bang, the .44 lead bullet shattered the infected person's eye, piercing through the remaining nerve center and obliterating it.

"Puff! Cough cough!" Leone, startled by the amount of smoke, choked and stumbled back, coughing as she carefully watched the now-lifeless infected person.

"He... should be completely dead, right?" Leone gasped, looking at the ELID-infected person whose entire head had exploded. After confirming that he wasn't going to get up and kill her, she sighed in relief and collapsed onto the floor.

It was only now that Leone had a moment to examine the infected person. His striped sportswear looked strangely familiar.

Wasn't he the cursed mouthed man who had sat next to her earlier? What an unlucky man...

It seemed he had hidden under the table and chairs, pretending to be dead, narrowly escaping death... But even though he avoided danger on the first day, he couldn’t escape his fate on the fifteenth. Instead of being killed, he had become an ELID-infected, ending up shot anyway.

"So, what is going on?" Leone muttered, unsure if she was asking Catherine, Maggie, or herself.

She had almost figured it out—likely, the Galatea Corporation had used some unknown method to catch up with the intercontinental train and then directly attacked several third-class carriages.

Now, she needed to think carefully about how to explain things once the train reached the station so she could escape smoothly.

Something this big had happened on the train. Once they arrived at the station, it would be impossible to brush it off casually, even though only the third-class carriages had been attacked. This was an issue that could threaten the credibility of the intercontinental train.

If they were detained by the local authorities after disembarking, it wouldn't take long before the Galatea Corporation would come knocking...

While Leone worried for her life, Catherine was thinking about their business.

"Hey, Maggie, are we still going to do this business in the future?"

"Huh? Huh? Haven’t you figured it out yet? This business is over. Those guys didn’t appear to have any scruples earlier," Maggie said, glancing at Leone, who was sitting with her head in her hands, deep in thought.

If Gray had wanted to make Leone a partner, she only needed to ask them to keep an eye on her from the beginning. But now, those guys who had rushed in earlier had completely disregarded their existence, even attacking the civilian dolls who posed no threat and melting their minds...

If it weren't for her help in covering up, Catherine and Susanna would probably have become part of the wreckage by now.

Given the current situation, she would be crazy to continue cooperating with Gray. Besides, in the other party's database, they are probably considered a thing of the past.

Clearly, her "collaborator" is not as important as Leone in Gray's eyes...

"What did you do to make those guys chase you so hard?" Seeing that Maggie was also lost in thought, Catherine turned her head and looked at Leone with helpless eyes.

They were completely unprovoked!

They were confused, and their basic foundation was overturned. Their stable jobs were almost destroyed. The most important thing is that, with the current condition of their bodies, they may not be able to find anyone to repair them.

Before, at least her body was intact and her mobility was fine, so she could drag Maggie around. But now...

There are only three dolls left, and they are all missing arms and legs...

"How should I know? I just wanted to change jobs! Is it necessary to pursue me so relentlessly?" Having said this, Leone took her suitcase, opened the lid, and checked the data and information she brought out from the research institute.

It contains a part of the cultivation data for the radiation epiphyllum. After all, she had researched it personally, so it would be unreasonable not to take it. More importantly, it is related to Renault's crops. After all, this research data will be crucial for her survival in the future. It was necessary to take it...

But when flipping through the information in the box, Leone found that there was an extra copy of these data.

'Radiated Epiphyllum Cultivation and Production Increase Plan?'

When did I get this information...?

Leone wondered where this information came from. After flipping through a few pages, she was stunned.

This plan clearly describes the large-scale cultivation method of radiated Epiphyllum, even the specific planting address, processing factory address, and detailed schedule... Could it be this thing!?

Thinking of this, Leone suddenly felt that she had died unjustly... She had never read this information before she left!

Who would have thought that she would accidentally bring it out among other books in the institute when packing up the documents?

Looking at Leone's expression that changed back and forth like a roller coaster, Maggie also guessed something, but it was no longer important.

"Hey, Leone, are you interested in making a deal?"

"What deal?"

"We'll use our channels to help you get out of this situation. The price is that you take us with you when you run away."

"Take you guys with me..." Leone couldn't believe what Maggie said. She couldn't believe that this girl wanted her to take three dolls, all missing arms and legs, with her...

"Do you think I can carry you three around?"

"Yes."

"Huh?"

"You were just knocked to the ground by a dozen-kilogram isolation door, but now you look alive and kicking, as if nothing happened. The three of us, who cut off our arms and legs to reduce weight, will definitely not be a problem for you!"

"Hey! Stop joking!"

...

G36 looked at Nyto, who was learning to make desserts with G3, and turned to Helian, asking, "Is she really okay? Her mental age seems to be younger than P226's."

"Well, we can only take it one step at a time, but G3's work is not heavy, so it's better to let her help, so she doesn't have to be a monkey like the other dolls."

Hearing Helian's description of the other dolls, G36 couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth. After all, this description is still very appropriate.

"And she seems to be enjoying it a little."

"Indeed." G36 nodded.

The Nyto helping behind G3 was one of the two Nytos who had been captured not long ago—the one who looked a little stupid and didn't like to talk much.

Although one doesn't like to talk much, she has adapted to life on the spaceship under Helian's care for so many days.

As for the other one... she doesn't need to adapt at all. She was bought off with a few meals. She has only been here for two days and has already stopped talking about returning to Paradeus.

"By the way, Renault hasn't come back today?"

"No, if he doesn't come back when SPAS-12 returns later, he should still need to send food over."

Renault and several other dolls went to the underwater dock two days ago to install the spaceship pipeline, but they haven't returned yet.

Because many dolls have gone to the dock to work, G36's workload has also increased recently. Additionally, he has to deliver work meals to the dolls, so the work in the kitchen has grown considerably.

Fortunately, the Sangvis dolls at home have matured mentally, so it's no problem for them to help in the kitchen. Otherwise, G36 would be overwhelmed again.

"Well, if Renault doesn't come back, I'll go over and check the situation."

After all, Renault hasn't been back on the ship for two days. If she doesn't go over to check on him, she’s still a little worried.

"And MDR hasn't been here these days. I always feel like the ship has become deserted."

Not only UMP45 and UMP40, but MDR was also taken away by Renault. After all, the more people, the better, for installing equipment and arranging pipelines.

Hearing what Helian said, G36 suddenly looked strange. She didn't feel anything. After all, MDR was a doll. Although she was not at home, she was very active in the communication protocol.

All day long, she worked and chatted with other dolls. At this moment, MDR was talking to AR15 about the new mission of Gentiane.

While Helian and G36 were chatting, the gunship driven by SPAS-12 also flew back on time.

As soon as she landed, SPAS-12 jumped out of the cockpit and rushed to the restaurant.

As a pilot, she could not enjoy the same treatment as Renault and the others, who received delivery service. If she didn't seize the time, grab a good seat, and take more of her favorite food, she wouldn't be able to grab anything in a while.

It wasn't that she really had no food to eat, but the fried food she liked was limited every day. This was not G36's way of saving materials, but because SPAS-12 carried fried food everywhere, causing the environmental hygiene conditions on the spacecraft to drop by several levels.

As long as it wasn’t fried food, SPAS-12 wouldn't be too interested, so she wouldn’t carry it around casually. Therefore, G36 also carefully adjusted the menu to prevent SPAS-12 from carrying food around.

And G36's approach was indeed very effective. Since the menu was changed, M1897 hadn't seen bread crumbs all over the floor for a long time.

"Hey, SPAS-12, why are you still in such a hurry? You can't be stuck at lunch..."

"Wow! Wait! I'm in a hurry! Let me finish eating first!" SPAS-12 stuffed her cheeks and waved to AK47 beside her.

Looking at SPAS-12, who was eating voraciously, AK47 rolled her eyes.

This girl eats like this every day? It's because her commander is rich now; otherwise, SPAS-12 alone would have eaten the commander out of money.

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