Chapter 483: Who Spilled the Wine!

As AR15 squinted at the M16 within arm's reach, she seized the opportunity and hoisted M16 onto her shoulder!

Crunch!

"Oof!"

Even though AR15 had avoided the vital spots for dolls, there was still the sound of bones breaking in M16's body!

Plus, AR15's shoulder happened to hit this girl's stomach, causing M16 to immediately start retching.

Quickly shutting down her body's biomimetic feedback system, M16 looked at the ground gradually getting farther away beneath her, and checked her injuries...

Tsk, AR15 crashing into her this time was much worse than the injuries inflicted by Sangvis Ferri earlier...

"I say... couldn't you have chosen a more reliable way? My spine is already broken..."

Although this kind of injury wasn't lethal for dolls, at least until repaired, her lower body would be in a state where she couldn't stand.

"What's the big deal? Just treat it like the time when Renault fished you out of the sea before, just lie still, it'll save you from running around."

"Huh... how did you know..." Hearing AR15's words, M16's face immediately turned red, feeling somewhat helpless.

That time when Renault fished her out of the sea was probably the most embarrassing moment since she started her career.

Especially the way Renault put her on the bike...

"Here." Without waiting for M16 to shake off her embarrassment, AR15 suddenly raised her hand and pulled out a stack of photos from her sleeve.

The photos vividly captured the scene of her being immobilized and tied to the back seat of the bike like a caterpillar... And this stack of photos was taken from various angles!

All angles covered! No blind spots!

"You! Where did you get these!? Is it from MDR!?" Seeing the photos in AR15's hand, M16's anger flared up instantly.

If she wasn't still holding onto her imprint weapon and firepower support platform, she would have snatched these photos back by now!

But M16 was still rational. After all, they were now hundreds of meters in the air, and the speed was very fast. When she was speaking just now, if they weren't close, she might not have even heard AR15's voice.

"Got her! A-91! Close the hatch!"

"Got it!"

Just as M16 was getting impatient, a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder, pulling her into the cabin of the aircraft.

With AR15 no longer bearing her weight, she reached up and grabbed the hatch, climbing up with a flip.

"It went quite smoothly. Agent's reaction was a bit slow, wasn't it?"

After securing M16 in her seatbelt, Executioner leaned against the porthole, watching Agent's movements below.

Adjusting the Nemeum' attack mode on-site to raise their barrels to deal with the aircraft in the sky, it was quite a creative move, but unfortunately, it was useless. By the time these Nemeum adjusted, their aircraft had already flown out of their range.

Seeing Executioner, M16 was also startled, but thinking that AR15 had pulled her onto this aircraft, it was basically certain that it was Renault's aircraft. She had already known before arriving at Griffin Base last time that there was probably more than one Sangvis Ferri doll on Renault's side.

She just didn't expect Renault to be capable of directly turning Sangvis Ferri dolls, who had no good feelings towards humans, into his subordinates.

"AR15, this time it should be Renault receiving Griffin's commission, right?" Looking at AK47 sitting next to her looking frustrated, and the tipsy A-91, M16 sighed with relief and asked AR15.

Although she believed that M4 would definitely be able to escape with SOP2, she naturally hoped to learn some more precise information compared to her own speculations.

"Hmph, if you were still together at the time, maybe we would have already brought you all up. Why do you guys always insist on acting separately?"

Hearing M16's words, Executioner said somewhat discontentedly.

Originally, Renault had Simonov pilot the aircraft over mainly to find the AR Team.

But they didn't expec after separating from the Griffin main force, AR Team split to a three-person squad in half. Why can't these dolls trust the power of teamwork a bit more in such crucial moments?

Hearing Executioner's words, M16 smiled helplessly and shrugged her shoulders.

Seeing M16's actions, Executioner rolled her eyes, "Thanks to you guys, our prohibition time is going to be extended again."

As she said this, Executioner took out a bottle from her pocket, feeling a bit regretful, but even though she had stock on her, she didn't dare to drink. If she drank now, she would be in for it when she got back to Renault.

Seeing the bottle Executioner took out, M16 licked her lips and stared at the bottle of liquor in Executioner's hand, her gaze suddenly becoming intense.

Of course, she was looking at the bottle of liquor in Executioner's hand.

"Wanna drink?" Seeing M16's expression, Executioner raised an eyebrow and directly handed the bottle to M16.

M16 was suddenly taken aback by Executioner's action.

She didn't expect this person to be so generous. Did she just give away her stash like that?

"Don't look at me like that. We can't drink now, so while you drink, we can at least smell it, right?" Executioner said so, and glanced at AK47 beside her. They exchanged glances and smiled.

Can't drink? Well, then we won't, but can't we at least smell it and satisfy our cravings!?

That A-91! Stingy as hell! She even put a straw in her own jug! Plus, she hardly ever speaks, so even though A-91 enjoys herself, they can't even smell a thing!

"Well, thanks!" Seeing this, M16 immediately twisted off the bottle cap and gulped down a big mouthful!

Seeing M16's actions, AR15 suddenly felt a headache and rubbed her temples, "You're beyond help, it's already so late, and you still want to drink!"

Drip! Drip!

But just as AR15 finished speaking, a few faint dripping sounds suddenly came from beneath M16.

"Huh? What's that sound!? Hey! I said, even if we can't drink, don't waste it! Who spilled the wine on the ground!?" Simonov, who was sitting in the front driver's seat, was the first to react.

The strong smell of alcohol, coupled with the sound of dripping water, must have been caused by the guys behind spilling the alcohol on the ground!

But when Simonov said this, there was no response. Taking advantage of the stable flight of the aircraft, Simonov turned her head to take a look.

However, when she turned around, what she saw was Executioner, AK47, and even AR15 forcibly holding back their laughter.

As for the reason...