RC Chapters 251-275 (Patreon)

RC Chapters 251-275

Chapter 51: Why!?

"Why hasn't Renault delivered the things he promised me!? When is he going to bring them to me?!"

As soon as Angelia answered the phone, a roaring voice, akin to a lion's roar from the east, echoed through the receiver.

Shocked, Angelia quickly moved the phone away from her ear. It was the first time she had heard Helian speaking in such a roaring manner to someone.

Despite her surprise, she knew she had to respond. If she didn't, Helian might not be the only one yelling at her; Renault might start calling her every day to bother her.

"Um, I've been busy, you see. I just didn't remember for a moment. But..."

"But?"

"But Renault asked me to help find out if you had any suitable commissions. If you do... then he can personally deliver the items to you, right?"

Starting from the moment Angelia heard the name Renault, every word she uttered was like a needle pricking Helian's nerves. "Alright, I'll contact him right away."

Without any hesitation, Helian responded directly and then promptly hung up the phone.

Among the pile of documents on her desk, after searching for a moment, she picked up one of the commissions that had already been crossed out and abandoned. She sat down and activated Griffin's dedicated communication device.

On the other end, Renault received a message from Angelia after a moment, along with a call from M1911.

"Commander, the G&K communicator in the workshop is ringing."

"Yeah, I know. I'll be right there. Answer it first; it's probably Helian."

Renault nodded and glanced back at RFB, who was still "working hard".

"Don't slack off. Finish early and get off work. Slacking off won't help."

With that said, Renault left the underground workshop, leaving RFB looking helplessly at the densely packed load-bearing columns waiting to be welded.

When he returned to the workshop, Helian had already been waiting in the holographic image.

Seeing Renault enter her field of vision, her eyes lit up. She spoke in the softest tone she could muster, "Long time no see, Renault. I heard you were looking for commissions?"

"Long time? It hasn't been that long, has it? Didn't we just talk on the phone before? Anyway, do you have any suitable commissions?"

Renault pulled over the nearby computer and looked at the design drawings on it, calculating in his mind whether there were any leaks in the underground space he had excavated.

"Um, well, you see, there's a heavy industrial company's arms exhibition in a city in your northeast. They originally approached us, but Griffin's doll attendance schedule is already full, so..."

"So this time it's for security?"

Hearing Helian's words, Renault frowned.

If it was just escorting some items, security work would naturally be very simple; just kill the enemies when encountered.

But if it's this labor exhibition?

Without thinking, Renault was considering how to refuse this commission that didn't quite suit him, when Helian suddenly added.

"The total remuneration for this commission is sixty million. Due to the shortage of manpower at Griffin, only one squadron of doll and one commander can be deployed. Therefore, the remuneration for this commission can be entirely handed over to your side."

Of course, it's also possible to entrust everything to Renault directly.

But in that case... wouldn't she miss the opportunity to meet Renault? That won't do!

And she was a bit selfish.

After all, she was the representative of G&K. Even if she leaned towards favoring one side, it couldn't be too obvious, right?

Seeing Renault still frowning and pondering, Helian continued, "Also, there should be many raw material suppliers invited to the exhibition, after all, those suppliers, more or less, have some industries in the Yellow Zone."

Industries in the Yellow Zone, meaning they might encounter attacks by Infected or threats from rioters and bandits, etc., which wasn't too far-fetched for them to attend the exhibition to buy weapons and equipment.

After all, the restrictions on heavy weapons possession only target people like Griffin who are honest businessmen. For those tycoons with heavy purses and industries everywhere, it's not a big deal at all.

Otherwise, where did the heavy cannons on the city's isolation walls come from? Did they just pick them up?

Raw material suppliers?

"Alright, I'll take this commission. How many people are needed? How big is the venue?" Renault nodded.

If that's the case, he could go and take a look, and see if he could buy some materials he didn't have from those guys.

"It probably needs about ten doll personnel, or about two squadrons of doll. The specific defense requirements still need to be judged after you personally inspect the venue."

Helian felt relieved, then proceeded to discuss a series of matters regarding the commission with Renault.

But just as Renault nodded to indicate his understanding and was about to hang up the communication, Helian suddenly exclaimed, "Wait! Wait... um, about the phone you said Angelia would bring to me..."

"Yeah? Right, she hasn't come yet. I didn't remember either. I'll bring it this time. When the commander on your side comes, just let him give it to you. Is there anything else?"

"Um, no, that's all. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah." Nodding, Renault hung up, suddenly feeling puzzled.

Wait, see you tomorrow? What does that mean?

Because they had to arrive early to plan the defense measures, Renault needed to bring his doll subordinates to the scene tomorrow. But fortunately, he had a helicopter at hand, so he didn't have to worry about being late.

But Helian's words were a bit strange, wasn't it the Griffin commander who was supposed to go? She couldn't possibly, as the representative, also need to be present, right?

But anyway, just go if you want to go. It didn't affect him much.

Renault immediately called all the doll personnel over and asked who wanted to go on the mission.

HK416 naturally took the lead.

As soon as she heard about the mission, she was more enthusiastic than anyone else. UMP45 and UMP9 also volunteered, and even UMP40 was pulled along.

As for the few AK47 who had just arrived a few days ago, they were left behind.

However, M1919A4 was pressed back by Renault. This was a security mission. What's the point of you carrying a heavy machine gun around?

In addition, accompanying them were SPAS-12 as the helicopter pilot and the relatively stable MP40.

As for the others? Of course, they stayed home and watched the house, doing whatever they needed to do.

The next morning, before dawn, the team packed up and set off, leaving RFB looking at the helicopter getting farther and farther away, who felt like crying without tears.

I want to go too! I don't want to weld columns in the workshop every day!

Chapter 52: Negotiating the Price

"RFB, you'd better get moving quickly. The Commander and the others only have six days for this mission. Even if it's extended by a day or two for other reasons, they'll be back soon."

With a helmet on, M200 reminded RFB, who was moving the SCV slowly.

Meanwhile, not far behind her, Maria was energetically directing the Sangvis Ferri dolls to move the load-bearing columns, placing them in the correct positions for welding.

"Oh, okay, I get it. Can't someone else do it for me?" RFB pleaded.

"No!" M200 crossed her arms.

"You're the only one who knows how to operate this thing here. We can't risk damaging this equipment while the Commander is rushing the schedule."

And if it gets damaged, there's no way to fix it. Other equipment could be handled with a repair manual, but the SCV called by the Commander would be hopeless. The repair methods for mechs couldn't be found on anonymous forums, let alone the extensive modifications the Commander made to this one. It would be better to hope that RFB suddenly becomes diligent one day.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Sigh..." Upon hearing M200's words, RFB sighed and reluctantly picked up a load-bearing column, raising the welding gun on the SCV, and began welding.

...

On the other side, Reno and his team were currently in a helicopter, approaching a massive city.

After flying out of the Red Zone, the view in the sky became much clearer, with even the distant sky turning blue.

"Be careful. If anything happens, we might have to jump directly from the helicopter." Squinting, Reno glanced at the weapons mounted on the tall isolation wall in the distance and reminded HK416 and the others in the cabin.

Hearing Reno's words, HK416 and the others couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Their commander was fine in most aspects, but sometimes, was he a bit too cautious?

Didn't they already agree with Griffin before?

The aircraft identification signal had also been changed to Griffin's. Griffin shouldn't be so annoying yet, right?

Just to be safe, before setting off, Reno had already obtained the helicopter identification information from Helian. Otherwise, he wouldn't have proof to let the other side make him pass.

Speaking of which, this helicopter at hand was one of those products of unknown origin. His own company's information had never mentioned owning a helicopter. Even if it was mentioned, no one would believe it.

Although Renault's Security Contracting Firm was already well-known in Griffin and Statesec, in other areas, there might not be many people who had heard of his name or his company's name.

If he happily flew over in a helicopter and was mistaken for an unknown person and shot down with anti-aircraft missiles, that would be a big mess...

In addition to the helicopter's identification information, Reno temporarily changed the external identification information of HK416 and the others to match Griffin's signal as well.

Although it was a bit awkward, at least they wouldn't be immediately recognized as an illegal doll.

This security mission would last for three days. The exhibition would start the day after tomorrow. They were here mainly to inspect the venue's conditions and plan the security measures in advance.

However, this mission seemed a bit tight in terms of time. Generally, for such large-scale exhibitions, security measures needed to be planned well in advance. It seemed a bit strange to hurriedly find Griffin just three days before the exhibition.

However, this question was quickly answered by Helian. When Reno saw her, she was arguing with a well-dressed man with a cold face.

The reason?

Naturally, it was because the organizers of the exhibition had already found another security contracting company. Since Griffin declined the job, they couldn't organize manpower for security work themselves; that wasn't their expertise.

Griffin had clearly refused their commission before.

Who would have thought that Helian, the agent, would say at the last minute that Griffin was willing to take on the commission again, on the condition that a security contracting company that had never been heard of would participate in the security work.

Now the other security contracting company had already arrived and had been inspecting the security situation around the exhibition venue for these days.

Griffin couldn't forcefully refuse either. After all, Griffin was the largest security contracting company in this area.

Outside the military protection area, Griffin could almost be said to have the most extensive influence among the security contracting business.

"Sorry, maintaining the original price is a bit..."

Faced with Helian's cold face, the person in charge of the organizers and the short woman next to her were suddenly startled, sweat dripping from their foreheads, feeling embarrassed.

The total security budget was only sixty million. In order to hire another security company, they had already paid a deposit of five million.

After the commission was completed, they still needed to pay another twenty-five million to the other company.

The contract had already been signed.

Now Helian wanted to maintain the original price. That was definitely impossible... There simply wasn't that much money!

Reno naturally heard the argument between the two, what could he say about this? Force the other company to leave?

Obviously, that wouldn't work. It didn't matter if there was less money; after all, he wasn't mainly here for the money.

"It doesn't matter if the price is reduced. Whatever amount is fine."

Walking up behind Helian, Reno suddenly spoke up.

Hearing Reno's voice, the person in charge in front of Helian, and the short woman beside her, were both startled!

When they looked up, they found that Reno had unconsciously brought ten doll personnel to their side!

Helian's eyes lit up. "Long time no see, Reno."

"Here we go again. We just communicated via holographic transmission yesterday. Why do you always start with 'long time no see'?" Reno shook his head helplessly. He always felt like this guy's attitude towards him was a bit too enthusiastic?

"Indeed, but if you have no objections to the commission's remuneration, we can sign the contract now."

Of course, she was signing the contract on behalf of Griffin and the organizers.

Once she received the money, she would naturally handle the specifics of the fund distribution.

Although the commission this time was worth thirty million, it wasn't a lot for Griffin.

As the agent, she had enough authority to allocate all of the commission's remuneration to Reno.

Hearing Helian's words, Reno nodded, and the person in charge on the organizer's side breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the other party agreed, the exhibition would start in two days. They definitely couldn't afford to conflict with Griffin over this matter.

Chapter 53: Gentiane

"This is Griffin's interim commander, Gentiane. And this gentleman is Mr. Reno from Reno Security Contracting Company," Helian said, introducing Gentiane and Reno to each other as they walked.

Perhaps both of them were not the talkative types. Reno and Gentiane merely nodded in greeting.

Helian didn't seem to mind and led the two of them, along with a group of T-Dolls, to sign the contract with the person in charge named Alexander.

Reno noticed that Helian and this woman named Gentiane didn't come alone.

Along with them were three Griffin T-Dolls: PPSh-41, FN-49, and a very familiar figure, MG3.

"Does Griffin only assign three T-Dolls to new commanders?" Reno raised an eyebrow as he looked at the three T-Dolls behind Gentiane, recalling the situation when he first met M1911 and M1 Garand.

Whether it was the unfortunate commander surrounded by the Infected or the one who picked a fight and ultimately died from infection, all their T-Dolls numbered only three.

And before, AK47's group looked like a squad, but AK47 was illegally manufactured, and G3 was misled. In reality, only three T-Dolls were actually assigned to the commander who couldn't wait for his T-Dolls. The lineup looked similar to the current three, except for the addition of MG3, who was considered an advanced T-Doll in Griffin's ratings.

"Yes, based on the new commander's performance during training, those with excellent results are initially assigned one or two advanced T-Dolls," Helian nodded.

Obviously, Gentiane, this new commander, should be very outstanding in Griffin's training program, or else Helian wouldn't have brought her along.

"So, is this security mission her probation test?" Reno glanced ahead at a group of armed personnel gathered not far away.

Bulletproof vests, tactical gear, and weapons in hand; they were most likely the security contracting company that had taken on this security mission before Griffin.

Unlike G&K, this security contracting company's team did not have any T-Dolls. It seemed that security contracting companies composed purely of humans were more common.

In the eyes of these guys, companies like G&K that mass-produced tactical T-Dolls besides the commander were clearly outliers.

Unfortunately, most employers fell for it.

Although Griffin didn't deliberately compare strengths with other security contracting companies, the visual effect of those youthful and beautiful T-Doll girls was much more appealing than a bunch of tough-looking burly guys.

Instead of having those guys who didn't look like good people protect themselves, why not choose these soft and cute tactical T-Dolls as bodyguards?

Moreover, T-Dolls wouldn't be tempted by money and would obey all orders from their employer.

In many ways, they were more convenient than human security personnel, weren't they?

"That's right. Originally, if M14 and the others hadn't gone to your side, they would have been assigned to Gentiane's command."

"Huh? Is she the poor guy from before?"

Poor guy?

Upon hearing Reno describe himself in such a way, Gentiane's eye twitched.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy had a good relationship with Helian, she would have jumped up and broken his knees!

Come to think of it, this guy is really tall... Hmm? His coat?

As Gentiane walked while staring at Reno, she quickly noticed something unusual about his coat.

That leather coat didn't seem right; it didn't swing as he moved, as if there was something heavy hanging inside...

Just as she was thinking, Gentiane saw Reno raise his hand and open his coat...

Oh!

Gentiane, who had been staring at Reno all along, naturally saw what was under Reno's coat!

Grenades densely packed!?

Is this guy insane!? Who hangs so many grenades in their coat!? If they explode...

Thinking of this, Gentiane instinctively slowed down her pace, but as a result, she almost collided with UMP45 and the others walking behind her.

"Oops, be careful." UMP40 reached out to support Gentiane's back and said with a smile.

"Uh, sorry."

Feeling the force from UMP40's hand, Gentiane finally noticed the silent T-Dolls walking behind Reno.

Just a glance made Gentiane feel skeptical about life.

It seemed that the G&K she joined was the largest security contracting company.

But why did the equipment of these T-Dolls in front of her... seem to be much better than PPSh-41 and the others?

Although there was still no uniform, none of these T-Dolls wore skirts. They all wore pants, and they all had full sets of bulletproof vests and tactical gear. They had various types of grenades hanging all over them, and the number of magazines on them exceeded that of her T-Dolls by more than four times.

Most importantly... did all these T-Dolls carry two guns each?

Huh? Aren't T-Dolls supposed to have imprinted weapons?

Generally, T-Dolls only have their own imprinted weapons, right?

Why can these T-Dolls freely carry two guns? Although most of them are equipped with pistols, the T-Doll with silver hair carries two assault rifles.

In addition, one T-Doll with support armor even carries a strange smoothbore gun with an axe attached to it... Isn't the caliber of that gun too large? Could it be shooting No. 4 shot? Isn't that against the rules?

"Gentiane? Gentiane!"

"Huh? Oh! I'm here, Agent Helian!"

Gentiane, whose attention was completely absorbed by HK416 and SPAS-12's equipment, was suddenly brought back to reality when Helian called out, quickly straightening up and looking at Helian.

"Don't daydream. Your salary level for the security tasks in the next few days will be assessed based on your performance. So, perform well. If there's anything you don't understand, ask Commander Renault."

"Huh? Understood!"

Gentiane, who originally thought she would receive Helian's cold and stern treatment, suddenly realized that Helian's expression didn't seem quite right at the moment, looking rather cheerful...

Hmm? Cheerful?

And when did Agent Helian take out her phone? Did Griffin also issue such devices?

"Well, as long as you understand, someone from Griffin will pick you up after the mission is over."

Chapter 54: Just Wandering Around

So, is that all?

Watching Helian briskly leave the venue, Gentiane suddenly felt a bit odd.

She couldn't shake the feeling that Helian's visit this time wasn't solely to secure a commission for Griffin or to address her probationary assessment...

Was it to meet this guy Renault?

Then, what was her role? A third wheel?

After Helian, who appeared to be in good spirits departed, Reno promptly led Gentiane to find the event organizer.

After finalizing the contract, the next step was to address operational issues.

Besides dealing with this person, they also needed to negotiate with the previous security contractor. At the very least, they needed to confirm each party's specific responsibilities.

After all, in case something went awry, they needed to establish how the losses would be accounted for.

"Pardon my directness, Mr. Alexander, but you're simply wasting money. We've already arranged comprehensive security measures throughout the exhibition hall, fully ensuring the safety of the entire venue for the three days of the exhibition."

The unnamed security contractor clearly shared Reno's sentiments.

When he saw Alexander again, there was a security contractor standing in front of him, clad in tactical gear, conversing with Alexander.

Most likely, he was the head of the security contractor, and he didn't seem to be from a major security contracting company.

After all... besides Griffin, were there any major security contracting companies?

In an era of rapidly declining human population, a security contracting company with dozens or even hundreds of personnel could be considered very powerful.

Unfortunately, this number paled in comparison to G&K's tactical T-Dolls.

A Griffin commander could command dozens of tactical T-Dolls, and with the Dummy Dolls they carried, the number could instantly multiply by five.

Although commanders who could command dozens or hundreds of T-Dolls were undoubtedly elite commanders in large Griffin territories, what difference did it make compared to ordinary Griffin commanders?

As long as there were twenty tactical T-Dolls and their Dummy Dolls, they could go head-to-head with these security contractors comprised entirely of humans.

Twenty tactical T-Dolls were equivalent to four squads. With Griffin having control over so much territory, assembling this number of tactical T-Dolls was no problem at all.

The entire exhibition hall had already been equipped with numerous security devices. It was evident that this security contractor was taking the commission very seriously. Thirty million was definitely not a small sum for them.

Even after deducting the expenses during the mission, the remaining money would provide each participant in the security task with a fairly objective reward.

Just three days of mission time would yield a reward of thirty million.

Such high-quality commissions were extremely rare. If it weren't for Griffin's initial refusal, how could they have ended up taking on this commission?

Unfortunately, no one expected Griffin to play by their own rules. Who would refuse initially and then come knocking for the commission later?

Beep beep beep—!

As Renault passed through a set-up security gate, a piercing alarm sounded.

Alexander and the security contractor, who had been arguing about something, turned to look at Renault, who was approaching.

Why didn't the two guys responsible for managing the security gate stop Reno?

Of course, it was because Reno had just been seen, and Alexander's office was in the exhibition hall.

The security gate had already screamed its lungs out once; naturally, it wouldn't be as nervous the second time around.

Watching one T-Doll after another pass through the security gate, causing it to beep incessantly, Gentiane pulled her lips and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Was this some kind of sick joke?

Clearly, the road next to the security gate hadn't been closed off. Was it necessary for everyone to pass through it one by one?

And perhaps because they were following too closely, even her T-Dolls, PPSh-41 and the others, passed through the security gate with her... holding guns. If it didn't beep, that would be the problem.

Perhaps the only normal person among this group was herself?

Thinking this, Gentiane calmly passed through the security gate.

Beep beep beep—!

...

"Mr. Reno? Um, if it's about the deposit, please wait for a moment..."

Seeing Reno return after just leaving to see Helian off, this time even bringing his T-Dolls with him, Alexander's throat tightened, and he forced a smile.

"No need for a deposit. The contract has been signed, and I've already accepted the commission. We can settle the payment after the job is done. For now, let's discuss how to allocate tasks. It's not my style to take money without delivering results." As he spoke, Reno glanced at the person opposite Alexander.

As for the issue of debts... he could just ask Helian about the main industry position of this organizer.

When the time came, he could retrieve it himself. Besides, it wasn't like just anyone could dare to owe money to Griffin without paying.

"Uh, well..." Hearing Reno's words, Alexander looked somewhat embarrassed as he glanced at the man in front of him.

What should he do?

The entire exhibition venue was only this big, and the setup by Kyle's had already been very thorough.

Under these circumstances, allowing Reno to suddenly participate and disrupt their arrangement seemed quite unethical.

But... where was there still a place for Renault to contribute now?

"Hello, I'm Renault, and this is Gentiane, a commander from Griffin." Reno stepped forward and shook hands with the man next to Alexander, who didn't react angrily to Reno encroaching on his business.

"Hello, I'm Kyle, from Kyle's Security Contracting Company." Kel shook hands with Reno, and as for Gentiane standing next to him, he simply ignored her.

Being short was one thing, after all, she was a woman, but she looked so young, probably just barely in her twenties.

There was no trace of maturity about her, and she seemed like nothing more than a newly trained novice commander, so she is not worth mentioning.

On the other hand, the man in front of him, Reno, gave off an unmistakable air of someone formidable.

Not because Reno had the face of a strong man or anything, but there was a feeling about him that reminded him of himself.

Anyone who had experienced the horrors of war could sense something extraordinary about Reno.

Feeling a little annoyed at being ignored, Gentiane thought to herself that it didn't matter.

After all, she had encountered many people with attitudes like Kyle's during her training.

"Do you mind if my T-Dolls take a stroll around the venue?"

Reno pointed to the busy workers nearby and asked Kyle and Alexander.

"Um, of course, feel free to."

Alexander glanced at Kyle and, seeing that he didn't object, said somewhat sheepishly.

Chapter 55: Already Prepared

Watching the T-Dolls disperse in groups towards the exhibition venue, Kyle frowned but refrained from commenting further.

"You should go too." Reno raised his hand and patted Gentiane's shoulder, who was still standing beside him with her three T-Dolls.

The gesture startled Gentiane, but she nodded awkwardly and led PPSh-41 and the others towards the exhibition venue.

If it weren't for the grenades on Reno's body, she wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

She was afraid that Reno might accidentally trigger those explosives with a sudden movement.

Before Gentiane walked too far, Reno turned back.

"Now that you've set up inside the hall, I won't come to interfere. But I noticed there's no security personnel outside the venue. So, inside is yours, and outside is mine. How about it?"

Hearing Reno's words, Kyle, who initially thought Reno had other plans when he dismissed his T-Dolls, was momentarily stunned.

Was that all?

Security measures were needed outside the exhibition hall? Was he kidding?

The area around the entire exhibition hall wasn't small, but it wasn't significant either. After all, it was still within the city, and how much open space could there be within the walls of a city?

A portion of the open space was designated as a helicopter landing platform, while the rest was used for vehicle parking. In short, it was just a parking lot. Such a place didn't require any surveillance. The existing security personnel were sufficient.

Kyle hadn't expected Reno to suggest such a thing. It was simply asking for money for doing nothing. What difference was there between not working and not doing anything?

After Reno finished speaking, he didn't stop there. He flipped his wrist and pulled out a promotional booklet from his coat pocket, clearly detailing the proceedings of the exhibition.

"Mr. Alexander, it seems that Mr. Kyle didn't provide any security measures for the live demonstration on the last day of the exhibition, did he?"

"Well, you see, on that day..."

On the day of the live demonstration, each visiting client would definitely bring their own bodyguards!

Who would rely on them for security?

Even if they did provide it, people wouldn't believe it... The military wouldn't listen to them either!

Moreover, on the day of the live demonstration, representatives from various companies would bring personnel responsible for demonstrating their weapons and equipment.

Combined with their hired bodyguards, there was no need to worry about any problems.

"Never mind, Mr. Alexander, there's no need to tell him. He's just a guy here for the money, let him be. Anyway, we'll have more than enough with us inside the exhibition hall."

Hearing that Reno still wanted to make his presence felt during the live demonstration, Kyle couldn't help but roll his eyes and dismissively wave his hand before leaving.

He had thought at first that Reno might be someone with real capabilities, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't see anything else from Reno besides "scamming for money."

Griffin was no different.

...

Gentiane, who had just walked around the exhibition hall and found that there was nothing for her to do, left with her three T-Dolls.

These Kyle's employees were indeed very professional. They had arranged thorough security measures at all entrances and exits of the venue, with personnel patrolling inside.

She even saw several security personnel deliberately disguised in civilian attire patrolling around.

In terms of security measures alone, these guys were indeed professional, and she couldn't find any fault with them.

But the weapons and equipment at this exhibition were truly diverse. There were various heavy weapons, new armored vehicles, new mechs, and so on. There were so many types that she was a bit dazzled.

As Gentiane walked out of the exhibition hall, she happened to see Reno leaning against a garbage can not far from the door, smoking.

Obviously, he had already finished talking with the employer, but she didn't know how the conversation went and what tasks they would be responsible for in the next few days.

"How did it go? Did you find out anything?" Throwing away the cigarette butt, Reno looked at Gentiane, whose expression remained calm.

"Kyles' setup is already quite comprehensive, and we don't have much equipment on hand. It seems there's nothing else we can do."

Gentiane frowned and shook her head.

They didn't have any equipment, and their manpower was not as much as the other side's.

In terms of security measures, they couldn't compete, and it seemed that the other side had arrived here several days ago and was already very familiar with the terrain.

"More or less. So, they'll be responsible for the inside, and we'll be responsible for filling in the gaps."

In other words, it was just a backup plan. If there were no problems, they would take the money and leave. But if there were problems inside that they couldn't control, they could step in later.

"Hehe, Commander, it seems like someone is looking down on you!"

As soon as Reno finished speaking, UMP45's voice rang out from behind Gentiane.

The group of T-Dolls that had dispersed into the exhibition hall had all returned at this moment.

"Alright, is the monitoring system here all set up?"

"Of course, it's all connected and ready to be viewed at any time. Do you want me to send it to your phone?"

UMP45 waved her hand, indicating that hacking into the monitoring devices here was simple and straightforward.

"Great, if there's nothing else, let's go back to the helicopter area."

Upon hearing the conversation between UMP45 and Reno, Gentiane was startled for a moment.

She immediately realized that Reno's request for UMP45 and the others to wander around wasn't without purpose...

But what good would it do just to see the surveillance?

"So, our next task is to patrol the perimeter of the venue?"

As she spoke ,Gentiane glanced at the security personnel responsible for welcoming the exhibitors and directing parking around the perimeter of the venue.

She had thought that the entrance exam would be challenging... but was it just being a security guard?

It seemed different from what she had imagined about security contractors...

"More or less, but there's something more important now."

"More important?"

"Go back to the helicopter area and set up the beds. Otherwise, you'll be sleeping on the ground tonight."

Watching the surveillance footage on his phone, Reno said as he walked.

There was no accommodation available at this exhibition venue. Kyles' people occupied a large office as their resting place, while the workers here would leave for accommodation in the city at night.

And it seemed that Alexander hadn't provided accommodation for these sudden visitors.

Fortunately, he had already prepared for it.

Chapter 56: Are You Really Human?

"Commander Reno, do you often camp like this?"

Watching Reno casually driving stakes into the ground on the grass, turning the area outside the exhibition hall into their campsite, Gentiane asked somewhat strangely.

As she spoke, she glanced at the helicopter beside the tent.

Although it looked a bit old, there was no doubt that its load capacity far exceeded the helicopters Griffin usually used for personnel transfer.

"Occasionally. Today is the first time we've used this thing. You can rest here tonight, or you can stay in the cabin if you prefer."

"Okay." Gentiane nodded, her face still calm, but she couldn't help sighing inwardly. If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn't have come dressed in Griffin's coat like Helian proxy.

"Um, Commander, where do we recharge?"

While Reno went back to the cabin to get things, PPSh-41 leaned over to Gentiane, looking worried.

The mission would last for several days, and although they were fully charged before departure, they still needed to patrol around. If there was a battle, their energy consumption would increase even further.

The amount of energy stored in their own power cores was not enough for so many days.

"Well..."

Hearing PPSh-41's question, Gentiane also felt shocked.

She had been too preoccupied with observing Reno that she had forgotten about this basic safety issue.

Tactical Dolls could go without food, sleep, or even rest, but they absolutely couldn't go without recharging. That was obvious!

And it wasn't just a matter of recharging; the three Tactical Dolls only had enough ammunition and rations for one day. Were she supposed to watch her subordinates go hungry before even starting their job?

Was this also part of the job interview?

Seeing the three Tactical Dolls in front of her with no supplies other than imprinted weapons and some ammunition and rations, Gentiane couldn't help but sigh with a headache.

Of course, it wasn't actually part of the interview.

This was just because Helian was too hasty.

Besides calling Gentiane to join the departure, she hadn't made any other arrangements ans was busy half-daydreaming.

This was probably the only time Helian had ever been negligent in her career.

While Gentiane was feeling a headache, Reno carried two half-height boxes past her.

"Excuse me, thank you."

Seeing Reno place the two half-height boxes inside the tent, Gentiane was momentarily stunned.

Boom!

It wasn't until the heavy boxes landed with a thud that Gentiane and PPSh-41 snapped out of it, and MG3 curiously approached, trying to lift the boxes.

But she couldn't lift them...

"Commander, where should I put these boxes?"

As MG3 stepped back and put down her imprinted weapon, ready to lift one of the boxes alone, MP40's voice came from behind Gentiane and the others.

"Just put them at the door for now. I'll take care of this side. Is everything packed in the cabin?"

Reno lowered his head, checking the computer he had brought.

For safety's sake, the computer was indispensable.

In a place where there were many humans and even more autonomous Dolls, he couldn't help but think of the viruses that could control autonomous Dolls.

He didn't know if Griffin had really passed on the information from Base 939. After all, he had never heard of a large-scale outbreak of autonomous Dolls rampaging anywhere.

Perhaps the masterminds behind the scenes had completely covered up the information about this, just like the situation with Sangvis Ferri.

The news about Sangvis Ferri and Griffin, which were currently engaged in a fierce battle, was barely mentioned in the public news channels in this area.

All Sangvis Ferri factories in the safe zone had been controlled.

The only things left were the uncontrollable Sangvis Ferri Central Factories and some Sangvis Ferri autonomous Tactical Dolls that could be cut off from power and supplies at any time.

This level of threat obviously didn't warrant extensive publicity about the threat of Sangvis Ferri.

Moreover, Griffin's current situation, although not great, was not too bad either. At least, most of the safe zones had been secured by them.

"It's almost done, and there's not much inside anyway." MP40 scratched her head. It took a little effort to pack the few charging devices in the cabin, but that job had already been taken over by UMP40.

She had just helped HK416 and the others put away their sleeping bags and other items for rest.

"Well, have you seen all the heavy weapons and equipment in the exhibition? Is there anything we can't handle?"

"Um, there are probably only a few heavy mechs from Morozov Corporation that we might have trouble with, given our weapons." MP40 recalled the heavy equipment she had seen in the exhibition hall, somewhat uncertain.

"Hmm? That sounds familiar."

Reno scratched his chin, feeling that the name of this company was somewhat familiar. He seemed to have seen it recently, but he couldn't remember where. It probably wasn't important, so he hadn't paid attention to it at the time.

"Don't just stand there, come over and take a seat to rest. There's nothing to do right now." With no clues, Reno simply pushed this little matter aside, opened one of the boxes, and took out several folding chairs, beckoning Gentiane and the others.

As he called out to them, Reno unfolded the folding beds and tables from the box and casually placed them in the tent.

After seeing Reno's movements, Gentiane, PPSh-41, and FN-49 nodded blankly and obediently walked over, picking up folding chairs from beside the box and sitting down, each sitting up straight as if Reno were about to start lecturing.

MG3, on the other hand, looked at her own hands with some confusion, then at MP40.

She couldn't understand why MP40, who was clearly just an ordinary tactical doll, had greater strength than her, a high-level T-Doll.

But before she could figure it out, Reno had already walked over and opened the lid of the supply box.

Upon seeing the densely packed bullets inside, he immediately moved the box aside and continued to look through the next one.

Seeing Reno effortlessly lift the heavy box, MG3 and Gentiane's eyes bulged.

How could one person move such a large box of ammunition that must weigh hundreds of kilograms alone?

"Um... Commander Reno? Are you really human?"

Seeing this scene, Gentiane couldn't hold back anymore, and the question in her mind blurted out.

"Hmm? Human? Probably, I guess."

Chapter 57: There Are Actually Visitors

Is it probably so? Is it, or isn't it?

Gentiane didn't receive a definitive answer, but it's probably best not to delve too deeply into this matter.

However, she was somewhat surprised. Even though the tents were already set up, none of Reno's tactical dolls wanted to stay here. They all carried ground mats and sleeping bags, preparing to sleep in the helicopter cabin.

She clearly saw there were still plenty of folding beds in the boxes.

Abusing tactical dolls?

It didn't seem like it...

After all, right after that, Reno took out a whole set of portable gas stoves and started making coffee, frying eggs, and bacon.

The whole scene didn't seem like they were here for a mission; it looked more like a picnic with his subordinates.

And Reno's tactical dolls didn't show any surprise at this.

They looked at their commander cooking for them as if it were perfectly natural. Of course, it wasn't just Reno; G3 also helped out.

But there wasn't much help to offer.

There was only one stove, and the space was enough for one person to stand. Two people standing there would be a bit crowded.

Sitting on a chair with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, watching the workers busy outside the tent, Gentiane was feeling a bit bewildered.

Could security contractors really be this leisurely on a mission?

Reno didn't mention specifically what they would be doing today.

The official start of the exhibition was tomorrow morning, so they would probably maintain this relaxed state until then, right?

And... She now seriously doubted what would happen to her job evaluation if this commission went smoothly from start to finish.

Would it be considered a pass or a fail?

However, this state of affairs didn't last long. It was just one day, and Reno, who had been holed up in the tent all day, finally came out with Gentiane and her tactical dolls.

By now, it was completely dark outside. Normally, it was time to rest at this hour, and there were no lighting devices around the exhibition venue.

The whole area, except for the guard post at the entrance, was pitch black.

The exhibition venue, which had seemed busy during the day, was now quiet, with only a few members of Kyle's group scattered around the entrances, coming and going.

"Everything looks normal?"

After walking around the perimeter of the venue with Reno and the tactical dolls, Gentiane asked Reno.

"Yeah, everything seems normal, but there are still quite a few people watching from a distance."

"A few troublemakers also attempted to probe the servers in the venue, but they were all blocked back by the native firewall here. It seems like there shouldn't be any problems today."

UMP45 added, glancing in the direction of the venue. It was unclear if Kyle' people had noticed these attempts.

Attacks?

Hearing UMP45's words, Gentiane suddenly remembered that they hadn't visited the server room in the exhibition hall.

If someone really breached the firewall of the server room and spread viruses on the public network in this area...

The situation could become uncontrollable!

Many of the heavy equipment exhibited there were autonomous units, including armored vehicles and mechs.

If these large devices were controlled by someone, it would be almost impossible for them to control the situation with just their small team!

"Commander Renault! We..."

Thinking of this, Gentiane immediately thought of contacting the organizers here and informing them of the attack on their server room.

Although it couldn't guarantee complete safety, as long as those guys were made aware, it would surely have some effect.

"No need. Saying too much is useless, and even if you did, those guys wouldn't believe it. Griffin's actions this time were already quite underhanded. It's impossible for the organizers not to have some resentment. Especially after seeing Griffin hand over the security contract to an unknown security contractor like me, their resentment will only grow stronger.

Besides, as the organizers of an exhibition of heavy weapon equipment, they must have full confidence in their own technology. They would rather something really went wrong this time than admit any flaws in their defense measures."

"This..."

"Alright, stop thinking too much. As long as we ensure that no one dares to sneak in within our jurisdiction, that's enough. Also, pay attention to those trucks. The exhibition has been set up recently, and it's unlikely that large trucks will enter until the exhibition ends. Just be vigilant."

"Commander, we caught someone sneaking in trying to steal a car."

AK47 walked over from a distance, lifting the figure she was holding and shouting to Reno.

"Just throw them out."

At this point, there were quite a few vehicles parked around the exhibition perimeter, most of them driven by exhibition workers who had already returned to the city in vehicles provided by the organizers. These vehicles were tempting targets for these thieves.

Located in a remote area with scarce security personnel and few residents nearby, no one would come out wandering around in the middle of the night.

So stealing a car from here, then driving out of the city and selling it elsewhere, would fetch a considerable reward. That's why there were quite a few people eyeing this exhibition venue.

However, at this moment, there was only one idiot who had jumped over the surrounding wall from the outside and made a move, the one that AK47 had just thrown out.

The others were all outside watching.

"Aren't there security guards at the gate? Even if he steals the car, he won't be able to drive it away, right?"

"Exactly. There must be accomplices. They may be lurking around the guard booth. Take care of them," Reno instructed.

Hearing this, Gentiane nodded. It finally felt like a security assignment.

As Gentiane headed toward the guard booth, Reno gestured for SPAS-12 to accompany her, ensuring she remained safe.

Meanwhile, PPSh-41 and MG3, receiving orders from Gentiane for the first time, tensed up and raised their weapons, scanning the shadows around the guard booth.

As for FN-49, she was already nervous, but now seemed the most composed.

Click!

Just as Gentiane could make out the security guard dozing off in the booth, a sharp, short sound rang out from the green belt outside the gate...

Chapter 58: None Can Escape

Clang!

The SPAS-12, originally standing beside Gentiane, raised the external armor plate on her body directly, and the clear sound of metal impact rang out instantly.

The bullets coming from the side were deflected by the armor plate on SPAS-12's body.

Poposha, and the other two reacted instantly, raising their guns towards the metal fence that was only half a person tall over there.

However, before they could open fire, the figures in the darkness over there immediately crouched and dashed away into the distance.

At the same time, several black figures near the guard post also started to run away.

These individuals had already reached a few meters away from the guard post, all hiding outside the range of the guard post's lights.

In a few minutes, these individuals would silently sneak up behind the security guard in the guard post, silencing the dozing guard for good.

"Stop!"

Seeing the sudden fleeing figures, MG3 shouted loudly and immediately stepped forward to chase after them.

"Huh?"

FN-49 looked at MG3, who had already rushed out, in surprise.

Poposha, who had taken the initiative to retreat, stood in front of Gentiane.

Gentiane, now recovered from the shock, directly drew her sidearm from her waist.

She really hadn't expected to be attacked in such a place outside the venue, and the attackers were targeting her, the commander...

The attackers had a plan, at the very least, or they were aware of her identity as a Griffin commander.

Otherwise, on such a dimly lit night, there was no reason for them not to attack the several tactical doll standing in front and instead target her, who seemed inconspicuous.

Wouldn't it have been more sensible to launch a surprise attack on one of the tactical dolls first to reduce their combat effectiveness?

However, even though Gentiane was sweating profusely now, she still had to chase after them.

At the very least... she couldn't mess up her job assessment.

"Well, it's okay, but it's not very wise to chase after them with tactical dolls in this situation."

Watching Gentiane closely following behind Sasha, UMP45 shrugged.

Since they already knew the attackers were armed and couldn't be sure of their weapon status, it wasn't wise to just carry a handgun and follow the tactical dolls into the fray.

Wasn't it typical of a newcomer who hadn't officially joined yet?

Moreover, those individuals were all too busy running away to think about counterattacking.

Otherwise, if they had just fired back casually, a stray bullet could have taken Gentiane's life.

"No worries, that guy probably noticed that SPAS-12 was right beside her, so she was quite daring which is effective."

Being daring wasn't necessarily a bad thing. If that guy had immediately hidden somewhere after the attack, that would have been a headache for Reno.

SPAS-12's action of shielding Gentiane from the attack seemed to have made Gentiane realize her current situation.

With SPAS-12 protecting her, there wasn't much danger, and with Poposha protecting her, too, although only FN-49 and MG3 were chasing ahead, two tactical dolls were already enough.

With the mobility of tactical dolls, they could definitely catch up, the question was whether they needed to open fire to subdue the attackers.

If possible, Gentiane didn't want to shoot directly under these circumstances. If the gunshot were heard, it might affect the exhibition organized by the host.

Gentiane's thoughts were quite thoughtful.

Anyway, if it were Reno, he probably would have already started shooting.

Why bother solving the opponent without shedding blood?

Who would bring a gun to a heavy weapon equipment exhibition to steal chickens and dogs?

What good could come of it?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gentiane's plan was ultimately in vain.

Before she could catch up with MG3 in front of her, the fleeing individuals had already raised their weapons and fired at this side without hesitation!

Facing the barrage of bullets, SPAS-12 stood directly in front of Gentiane, also pulling Sasha behind her.

Her armor plate area had been expanded by more than twice by Reno, and Gentiane and Sasha were not too big in size, just enough to be fully covered by her armor plate.

Facing the enemy's attack, Gentiane gritted her teeth.

"Return fire! Take them down!"

Probably because she had never given such an order before, Gentiane felt a little uneasy, subconsciously wanting to turn her head and look back at Reno's direction.

But in the end, she endured it.

Thinking about it, without Reno this time, how could she solve the current situation?

The fleeing individuals slowed down a bit because they turned around to shoot, making it easier for FN-49 to attack.

After hearing the command passed on by Sasha, MG3 also stopped running and squatted down, firing at those individuals.

The security guard in the booth was quite reckless.

When he saw the gunfire outside, he didn't run away directly or hide on the spot. Instead, he picked up the emergency light in the booth and shone it on the fleeing individuals.

Seven unidentified armed men fell directly to the ground in the moment FN-49 and MG3 opened fire.

There was only one individual who had previously fired at Gentiane from afar, who dashed away over a hundred meters, about to disappear into the night.

Bang!

After a gunshot, the individual who was about to run away was directly shot down by the HK416, which had already reached beyond the fence.

Reno's AK47 and Spectre M4 also walked towards the fallen individuals. "Ah, I really don't want to clean up the mess, we'll definitely get blood on our hands again later."

"Just grab the places without blood, it'll be fine. We can wash our hands later. It's much better than those ELID infected ones, right?"

"No, no, the ELID infected are better. Their skin is as hard as stone, and you can't get anything on them."

Listening to AK47's banter, Gentiane approached. As she saw the bodies of those who had been shot lying on the ground, she felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, you get used to this kind of thing after seeing it a lot. If you're uncomfortable, how about going back and drinking some water? We'll take care of things here."

SPAS-12 seemed to notice Gentiane's discomfort and patted her shoulder.

"No, I'm fine. I'll be okay in a bit." Gentiane shook her head, trying to push through and looked at the bodies that had already stopped breathing.

When FN-49 and MG3 fired, they naturally didn't hold back, especially in such a dark night.

With no night vision equipment, there was no room for holding back; they had to hit first and think later.

As they were cleaning up the bodies, footsteps could be heard coming from the direction of the hall.

Kyle, with a few of his men, hurriedly ran over with weapons in hand.

Chapter 59: Already Quite Cheap

Upon hearing the gunshots, Kyle and his companions rushed over, but upon seeing the armed bodies, they remained silent.

While this commission was within the city, not every urban area was as peaceful as a utopia; such attacks were not uncommon.

After this ordeal, the latter half of the night went smoothly.

The group patrolled in pairs, rotating back and forth, while Gentiane lay somewhat dazed in the tent, battling insomnia.

Just closing her eyes brought back memories of armed militants lying in pools of blood.

The next morning, Gentiane emerged from the tent with heavy black circles under her eyes.

Meanwhile, Renault and his group had already arisen, and the exhibition hall was bustling with activity.

It seemed that last night's events hadn't affected the exhibition at all; everything was running smoothly.

"Not going to rest a bit more?"

Renault asked as Gentiane approached, sitting calmly with a cup in hand.

"The mission is more important," she replied.

"Suit yourself, but don't blame me if you collapse halfway through,"

Renault remarked casually.

Hesitating for a moment, Gentiane decided not to return to sleep, feeling awkward since Renault was already present.

Instead, she brought out a chair and sat beside him, mimicking his posture and watching the direction of the exhibition hall.

However, she soon began nodding off, prompting Renault to instruct Poposha to bring a blanket from the tent to cover her. It was only a little past six in the morning, still several hours before the exhibition officially started.

A brief nap wouldn't hurt.

As time passed, employees from various companies arrived at the venue one after another.

The small square outside the exhibition became lively, but Gentiane continued to sleep deeply, perhaps because Poposha were nearby.

It wasn't until the exhibition was about to start that Gentiane was awakened by the sound of helicopters carrying guests arriving. By then, Renault had already left her side, and the only ones with her were FN-49 and MP40, who had taken over.

"Commander, you're awake!"

FN-49, busy flipping ingredients in a frying pan, exclaimed in surprise when she saw Gentiane suddenly wake up.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Gentiane asked, nodding and looking around.

"About three hours? Commander, wait a moment; breakfast will be ready soon!"

Looking at the ingredients in the frying pan and the tableware already prepared, Gentiane couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. It was totally different from her training days.

"Where's Commander Renault?"

Looking at the tempting breakfast or lunch in front of her, Gentiane turned to see MP40 sitting on a crate nearby.

"That Commander went over there to, uh, observe the people arriving by helicopter. He should be back soon," MP40 replied, glancing uncertainly into the distance.

She wasn't sure what Renault was doing over there, but it seemed like he was just standing there smoking.

"Okay," Gentiane nodded and sighed before picking up the tableware.

She could now see that this commission was just a money grab for Griffin and Renault. Although they did eliminate a few suspicious individuals last night, during the day, aside from patrolling around the venue, they seemed to have nothing else to do.

Before long, Renault strolled back. Seeing Gentiane still vigilant, he waved his hand. "No need to be so tense. This is just the first day. Even if something happens, it won't be today."

"Huh? Why would anything happen?" Gentiane, struggling with a piece of toast, was puzzled by Renault's words. He seemed so sure that something would happen.

"It's just a possibility; after all, with so few security contractors responsible for maintaining the venue's security, it's unlikely that nothing will happen," Renault explained. "Testing soft spots is common; the company exhibiting this time, Molozov, was undoubtedly one."

This company had recently been revealed to have lost a mech.

Now, coincidentally, they were holding an exhibition. The individuals who had been eyeing them before wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.

Renault suddenly remembered why the name Molozov sounded so familiar.

It was because he had stolen a mech from a gang not long ago, and the engine cover clearly bore the name of this company.

He had spent quite some time converting that thing into a scuffed SCV; it would be strange if he wasn't familiar with it.

And the organizer of this exhibition was Molozov.

They were probably planning to showcase several mechs they had recently developed at the exhibition, hoping to fetch a good price and turn around their company's decline.

Unfortunately, they were quite poor; this was probably one of the reasons Griffin had refused their commission before.

After all, the reward was only sixty million. Compared to the mechs they would exhibit at the exhibition, it was a drop in the bucket.

Not to mention that those mechs were equipped with a series of advanced weapons.

If they could get their hands on those mechs, even if they didn't sell the mechs themselves, just selling the technology or advanced components on the mech would be enough to make people ignore Kyle, an obscure security contractor.

Not to mention that this company had lost a mech before.

Did they have no idea how the mech was lost?

Now, they were actually holding a live exhibition in this remote station with hardly any protection. It was practically handing people an opportunity.

Gentiane nodded solemnly, realizing that Renault had a point.

"Should we request backup from G&K HQ?" she asked.

"Huh? Of course not. Do as much as the money allows. It's just that I didn't set the price too high; otherwise, Griffin would have at least doubled or tripled the commission fee."

"Cheap? Are you sure?" Gentiane twitched her eyes as she questioned.

Chapter 60: Enemy at the Door?

Gentiane, preoccupied with thoughts about her official salary after joining, and Renault, not focusing on the surroundings of the venue, neither of them had their minds on the situation around the venue.

With HK416 patrolling, Renault wasn't worried about any mishaps, allowing him to handle Helian's frequent short messages.

He was starting to regret giving his modified phone to Helian...

Angelia would only call directly in urgent situations, but Helian kept sending several messages every few minutes, asking this and that.

He already felt unable to face Helian's serious face everytime he looks at his messages and her holographic image everytime.

However, Helian wasn't just chatting with Renault; she also sent him many useful messages about the identities of the material suppliers.

Of course, these were just superficial information.

Griffin didn't have the authority to investigate as thoroughly as the boss might, but she was just an agent.

And Renault didn't need more.

He only needed to know where to buy cheap materials.

The complex network of relationships behind the other party had nothing to do with him.

However, in the past two days of the exhibition, there were almost no major material merchants.

There were only a few small ones. They could buy, but the quantity of materials they had was too small and couldn't meet the demand.

Moreover, these guys had no way to transport the goods into the Red Zone.

As soon as they heard that the delivery location was in the Red Zone, they shook their heads like drums, fearing they would be eaten by the ELID infected in the Red Zone.

Really, he wasn't asking them to send people directly into the Red Zone.

Couldn't they find drivers or autonomous units? Or were they afraid their transportation vehicles would be hijacked?

Those material merchants who refused Renault's transaction request did think so.

After all, the Red Zone was different from the Green Zone. If something happened in the Green Zone, at least they could find someone to help.

But in the Red Zone... Forget it, besides the shareholders of Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing who set up factories in the Red Zone just to make money, who else dared to send doll units into the Red Zone casually?

Those rampaging Sangvis Ferri Autonomous Units were like karma standing there now. Griffin was already at a loss, let alone these small business people.

This matter couldn't be intervened in, no need to say anything. But Renault didn't give up.

Because there were no important targets in the first two days, the most important thing was the people who came on the third day, as the organizers only arranged for a real machine demonstration on the third day.

Those more powerful buyers would obviously prefer to come on the third day.

While visiting the exhibition, they could also see specific machine demonstrations to further evaluate the value of the weapons at the exhibition.

Watching Renault systematically patrol, eating and drinking as usual every day, Gentiane also relaxed a bit.

But when she thought of Renault's previous certainty that something would definitely happen here, she couldn't calm down.

It was only a pity that Poposhka and the others, after getting to know AK47 and the others, completely let go and have fun, especially Poposhka and MG3.

One joined AK47, holding vodka in hand, and was only awake for half the day.

The other joined UMP9, eating heartily.

At least half of the food supplies brought by Renault had been eaten by these two.

Only FN-49, who was relatively normal, teamed up with G3 to form a cooking duo, thinking all day about how to make delicious meals with limited ingredients.

Gentiane sighed helplessly. Fortunately, the appetites of her three doll companions were still relatively normal. Even MG3 didn't have the terrifying appetite that UMP9 seemed to have. Just the supplies consumed by a dozen doll beings over the past two days amounted to a considerable sum.

She was already a bit worried whether she could feed these doll beings under her command after taking office. She wondered how high the salary of the Griffin commander really was...

As the night of the second day of the exhibition quietly passed, Gentiane also got up early from the folding bed in the tent.

Today was the most important day. Whether she could pass her probation depended on today.

Of course, it didn't surprise her that Renault had already gotten up before her.

She also noticed that Renault never seemed to intend to take off his equipment, and he was surprisingly disciplined every day.

He was like a clockwork toy, getting up and starting to work on time.

Compared to the past two days, the morning of the third day was much quieter. There were fewer vehicles arriving before the exhibition started, much fewer than the previous days.

This situation seemed a bit different from what Renault had said. He had said confidently that the third day would have the most people.

But the fact didn't make Gentiane doubt for too long. Just a few hours later, the sound of helicopters rang out in the sky.

In the past two days, there were all kinds of vehicles coming and going, with only occasional helicopters arriving.

But today's situation was exactly the opposite. Thereweren't many people coming by car, but there were many helicopters.

For this reason, the organizers even deliberately brought in a lot of ground crew and corresponding equipment.

Of course, free refueling was out of the question.

Aviation fuel was ridiculously expensive these days.

With more people, Renault couldn't continue to laze around.

He left UMP45 and SPAS-12 to guard near the helicopters and took Gentiane to stroll around the area where the helicopters landed.

The dolls didn't come near here.

After all, the doll units under Renault's command were all fully armed, and it might scare these timid wealthy people if they got too close.

Just by looking at the bodyguards they brought, it was clear.

There wasn't a single tactical doll produced by IOP among them.

Obviously, while IOP's tactical dolls and regular dolls were selling well recently, the situation was just the opposite among these wealthy people.

They had almost sold off all their doll units and replaced them all with ordinary human workers, afraid that their doll units, like the mainframe of Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, would revolt without warning.

"It looks normal."

After walking around for a while and finding a place to stand, Gentiane breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm, it just looks normal."

Looking down at the messages he received, Renault nodded.

"Huh?"

"Commander Renault, I didn't expect to see you here."

Before Renault could explain the current situation to Gentiane, they heard a voice coming from ahead, seemingly gnashing its teeth.

Chapter 61: Not a Small Temper

Hmm?

Upon hearing words that sounded as if he wanted to tear him apart alive, Reno raised his head in surprise and saw a military officer in a green uniform striding towards him.

"Do we know each other?" Reno was sure he hadn't seen this guy before. At least, someone who wore a military uniform full of rogue spirit like this guy was definitely someone he hadn't seen before.

"No, we don't know each other, but I know you, and that's enough. You better pray you never come out of that poor place! Otherwise..."

"I'm already out." Reno raised an eyebrow, looking at the guy in front of him. Although he didn't know who this guy was, it seemed like he knew him, but Reno didn't recognize him.

There were only a few possibilities for someone to approach like this, and combined with the conspicuous symbol on his armband... KCCO.

Who would have thought that just coming out to make some extra money would lead to encountering these guys?

It was a lingering feeling, but would they not act?

Or were they just here for the exhibition and happened to bump into him?

Behind this guy, who didn't look like a military person at all, there was another man with sharp eyes.

His silver-white short hair looked neat, and his face showed no expression except for his eyes narrowing when he saw Reno.

His hands were already tightly clenched, as if he would immediately act if Reno did anything out of line.

Of course, Reno had no intention of starting a massacre here.

This was a mission, and personal matters could be dealt with later. However, if these guys dared to make the first move, Reno would definitely not hold back.

But beside him, Gentiane was already extremely nervous.

Although she didn't know the relationship between these military personnel and Reno, it definitely wasn't a 'friendly' one, but rather seemed like enemies.

As they stared at each other, Reno's phone suddenly rang, the UMP40's call.

"What's up?"

Seeing Reno suddenly raise his hand to answer the phone, the rogue-looking guy in front of him was startled and stepped back, accidentally stepping on the foot of the lieutenant behind him.

Immediately, both Gentiane and the lieutenant stared at the guy strangely, as if asking,

'What's with all the fuss?'

Reno, of course, didn't bother with the guy who came to highlight his presence. UMP40 was asking on the phone, "Commander, we caught three guys trying to steal cars and oil, what should we do?"

"Do they have weapons? If they have weapons, just kill them. If not, beat them up and throw them out. If you can't handle it, let UMP9 do it." With that, Reno was about to hang up the phone.

But UMP40 quickly shouted, "Wait! Wait! Commander, uh... does a fruit knife count as a weapon?"

"...Deal with it yourself." With that, Reno hung up the phone.

At this moment, the military officer in front of him, seeing Reno not taking him seriously and answering the phone in front of him, felt resentful and wanted to act, but was also worried that he might not be able to beat him.

Plus, he didn't have any weapons on him at the moment, as the security personnel of Kyle Company had directly stopped them and had them put all their weapons on the helicopter.

It had to be said, they did it beautifully.

Reno was starting to have some respect for those Kyle security contractor guys.

After all, given the situation of Morozov Company, disarming the main targets of the exhibition was quite impressive.

But they still followed the rules, and even the military couldn't say anything about it.

If nothing happened at the exhibition later, then everything would be fine, but if there were casualties among these military personnel because they didn't have weapons, even if it was just getting shot in the buttocks, the organizers would probably be in big trouble.

It might even lead to those military equipment companies or design bureaus being directly taken over by the military.

Although Morozov Company's situation wasn't good, their technical reserves were still very sufficient. Such a big piece of fat meat, the military had no reason not to want it.

Just as Gentiane felt completely embarrassed, several military personnel who had just put their weapons back on the helicopter and were walking towards the venue had also come over.

Probably noticing that their own people had already started walking towards the venue, the guy standing in front of Reno gave him an unwilling look and then walked away from Reno.

Unfortunately, it was hard on the guy behind him.

His eyebrows almost completely furrowed together.

Couldn't you move your foot before turning around!?

"Um, is that guy's foot okay?"

Thinking of the poor guy whose foot was stepped on, Gentiane couldn't help but wonder.

With such a boss, he was really unlucky.

"Instead of worrying about others, you better hurry back and put on your bulletproof vest. Otherwise, if there's a conflict later, SPAS-12 might not be able to save you."

Watching the military personnel enter the venue, Reno also turned and left, giving Gentiane a bulletproof vest to put on, lest she be taken away by stray bullets or shrapnel in confusion later.

...

After the two left, one of the old men among the military representatives looked at their figures, shaking his head with some helplessness. "Bruno, his recruiting criteria are a bit too low. Now even little girls can be recruited by him?"

"Hmph, they're just a bunch of kids playing with dolls. Especially that Reno, he's not even worth our resources to target. Next time, just directly use..."

"Griggs, let's talk about this when we get back. Yegor, you've seen Reno now, what do you think?"

"Not confident. If it's just me, I can't beat him." Yegor shook his head.

"It seems we can conclude now that Reno probably has the ability to confront multiple tactical dolls. To deal with him, we may need to think long-term, but for now, he has no impact on us, so we can leave him alone."

Previously, most of the information about Reno's combat power was just rumors, without clear enough videos to prove his strength, but now Yegor had confirmed it firsthand, so there shouldn't be a problem.

Hearing this, Griggs sneered, but didn't speak directly.

After all, the old man in front of him was his superior, not knowing that all of his little movements were seen through by Yegor.

Chapter 62: I'll Recruit Your T-Dolls After You Die

"UMP9... The Commander said we should handle it ourselves... So what should we do exactly?"

UMP40 listened to the busy tone on the other end of the line, feeling extremely frustrated as she glanced at UMP9 beside her.

"Well, just throw them out. After all, a fruit knife like this is quite normal, right?"

"But... I've never seen anyone carry hundreds of knives on themselves. Isn't it heavy?"

"It should be fine. These knives are quite light. Hey, 40, watch how accurate my throws are!"

UMP9 exclaimed excitedly, catching the thrown fruit knives and effortlessly throwing them back.

Seeing the situation didn't seem dangerous to the bystanders, they decided to stay and watch.

UMP9 and the small figure with knives all over him seemed like they were participating in some sort of circus act.

As more onlookers gathered, UMP40 sighed in exasperation.

The small figure in front of her was caught stealing oil, and when she confronted him, he revealed the multitude of knives strapped to his body.

These knives varied in style and condition, some rusty from long use.

He seemed ready to fight, mustering his strength to throw knives at UMP40 and her companion.

However, despite his determination, the knives lacked significant force, barely piercing their clothes. Plus, with the small figure and the girl behind him holding a cat both being around ten years old, they couldn't resort to physical violence.

...

"So you brought these two little troublemakers back?"

Holding his head, Reno couldn't believe UMP40 would be so lenient. Even if they couldn't be punished, couldn't they at least be kept outside the exhibition area?

"These, uh, sorry, Commander." UMP40 scratched her head, embarrassed as she smiled apologetically at Reno.

"Alright, just hurry up and send these two out. I'm not equipped to take care of kids here, and it's too dangerous for them. Get going." Watching UMP40's sheepish smile, Reno waved his hand dismissively.

Dealing with Angelia would be more reliable than dealing with this situation.

He couldn't just bring these kids into the Red Zone to live, especially since many of his T-Dolls were still immature. Having these kids around would only cause chaos.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for UMP40 to usher the two troublemakers out, but their mother had already found the checkpoint and was stopped by the security there.

Upon seeing UMP40 with the two, she initially looked relieved but then noticed UMP40's weapons and the person behind her, prompting her to grab the kids and run.

UMP40 returned alone, feeling a bit dejected. She didn't even get to ask the kids their names.

"Alright, stop pouting. Taking care of kids is out of the question. You can take care of a cat or some other pet instead. Why haven't I seen you helping MG3 over there? They have plenty of animals too, right?"

Hearing Reno's words, both Gentiane and MG3 looked over.

Animals? Who's calling for me, MG3?

UMP40 shook her head speechlessly.

Pets?

Commander, you're really something.

Clearly, those are large animals, not small ones. How did they become "pets" in Reno's words?

"Oh, speaking of which, we have an MG3 back at base, but she didn't come out with us this time."

SPAS-12, rummaging through supply boxes, noticed MG3's puzzled expression and explained.

"Another one? So, this group of T-Dolls isn't entirely under Commander Reno's command?" Gentiane asked SPAS-12 about Reno, a commander who wasn't affiliated with Griffin but could still receive missions from Helian, arousing her curiosity.

"No, this time it's probably only about a third? If we don't count the Sangvis autonomous T-Dolls."

Sangvis?!

Sangvis!? I've heard of it before. Haven't all those autonomous T-Dolls and the Sangvis's mainframe lost control already?

Gentiane was utterly confused.

How could SPAS-12's words imply that Reno could still control Sangvis's T-Dolls... Why not let Reno communicate directly with those Sangvis autonomous T-Dolls or control them directly? Wouldn't that easily solve Griffin's main problem?

"Gentiane? Are you done dressing up? Why are you taking so long with the bulletproof vest?"

After talking to UMP40 outside the tent, Reno finally remembered what he was doing before. He had just given Gentiane a bulletproof vest.

Yet Gentiane had been inside the tent for a long time already. Why hadn't she come out yet?

"Oh, I'm done! I'll be right out!" Gentiane hurriedly called out, fastening the Velcro on the bulletproof vest and putting on her coat before stepping out.

But as soon as she stepped out of the tent, Reno handed her two heavy plates of ballistic inserts.

"Take these. Have Poposha insert them into your vest," Reno instructed, handing two heavy ballistic plates to Gentiane.

Hearing Reno's words, Gentiane looked at the two ballistic plates in her hand.

They were of a high level of protection, capable of withstanding even full-power rifle rounds.

However, she couldn't help but wonder if they were really necessary.

Sure, they could defend against full-power rounds, but nowadays, weapons either had very little firepower or were extremely powerful.

Carrying these rifle-grade ballistic plates seemed a bit cumbersome... After all, they were quite heavy...

"Don't be picky. At least with these, you can try to ensure your body stays intact after you're dead,"

Reno said arrogantly, handing the plates to Gentiane.

Hearing these overly self-assured words, Gentiane rolled her eyes.

If you end up being killed, she thought, I'll just have UMP45 and the others under my command instead!

Gentiane secretly snarked in her heart.

Chapter 63: Hard to Persuade with Kind Words

"Mr. Alexander, your control server at the exhibition has been attacked nineteen times, and one breach even penetrated the firewall's defenses. You should thoroughly check your staff in the server room, and..."

Sitting in front of the tent, Renault held the phone, dialing the number of the person in charge named Alexander.

Although Kyle's Company handled all internal operations of the exhibition, such serious electronic warfare attacks warranted a prior warning to this guy.

Otherwise, if something really went wrong, how would he defend himself against the blame?

"There won't be any problem! All our personnel have undergone strict scrutiny! Commander Renault! If you have no evidence, refrain from making baseless accusations!"

Apparently, Renault was criticizing their server firewall again, and pointing fingers at the behavior of their exhibition staff, which annoyed Alexander, the sales manager who was all about selling mechs and raking in orders.

Without considering Griffin's face, he directly roared at Renault.

Hearing this, Renault shrugged, "Alright, if something really goes wrong later, don't blame me for not warning you."

"So... what should we do now? Can't we just watch the chaos unfold inside the venue?"

Gentiane was now dumbfounded.

She never expected the organizers to be so uncooperative. With so many problems already, and most of them caused by employees of Morozov Corporation, shouldn't they at least conduct some self-inspection?

Just after Gentiane put on her bulletproof vest, Renault informed her of the observations these past few days. The most frequent personnel changes were among the employees of Morozov Corporation.

One group on the first day, another on the third, and both groups were replaced entirely the next day.

Personnel rotation wasn't uncommon, but it was unfortunate that on the third day, these employees managed to bypass Kyle's Company's people through some means. They transported a batch of weapons directly through Morozov's supply crates into the exhibition area.

Renault didn't have the authority to check what these guys were carrying, so he couldn't stop them.

He had already informed Kyle, but they didn't believe him.

After all, Renault hadn't opened the crates for inspection, nor had he left any video evidence. Merely verbal suspicion wasn't enough for Kyle to go over and check.

"There's nothing we can do. Let it be. Some people just can't be reasoned with. Maybe they're intentionally doing this,"

Renault shrugged, squinting towards the direction of the exhibition hall.

M14 and G3 in the helicopter cabin had already started packing up.

Today was the last day of the exhibition, and the mission would end by the evening. There was no need for them to sleep in the cabin anymore.

Without patrol duties, why not just land the aircraft at a proper airport nearby, and they could stay in a nearby hotel?

Even if the conditions were poor, it was still better than the metal floor of the cabin.

He used to think no one would dare owe money to Griffin, but now he realized that although no one dared owe Griffin money, there were people daring enough to make Griffin owe them money!

Didn't that guy, Poryushkin, do this sort of thing at Base 939?

Proactively creating trouble, erasing evidence, making Griffin's mission fail, causing Griffin to compensate the client a large sum of money!

Thinking of this, Renault's eyes flashed with understanding. That's why the commission price was so low.

If you got the order, everyone was happy. If you didn't, just call people to cause trouble, rip off those security contractors who took the commission, and then resell the mechs to other buyers for another profit.

How cunning!

A bunch of profiteers, huh?

But did he have some kind of karmic connection with these money-grubbing bastards?

He had encountered one before, and now there was a highly suspicious Morozov Corporation...

"Cough, Commander, please don't show such a terrifying smile; it'll scare the kids," UMP45 reminded, seeing Renault's expression turn increasingly sinister.

"Uh..." Turning around, Renault looked up and saw Gentiane and Poposha shrinking their necks in fear, afraid that Renault might suddenly attack them.

"In any case, be prepared. It's already one o'clock. In a while, those guys will showcase their mechs, and they'll head to a shooting range not far from the venue. If they're going to act, it'll probably be after the mech demonstration is over."

"When showcasing the mechs, haven't they loaded ammunition already?"

"The manual says no, but in reality, those things have already been fully loaded."

"But isn't it normal to showcase weapons? What's strange about loading ammunition in advance?" Gentiane took the manual handed over by Renault and asked, puzzled.

"Because what Morozov Corporation produces are just simple mechs. Their selling point isn't about carrying weapons or having great firepower, but rather their excellent control systems and highly intelligent autonomous AI systems." Weapons and such were just for show; buyers could install whatever weapons they needed themselves.

The shooting range near the exhibition hall was just an ordinary one, more than enough for testing light weapons, but it was absolutely impossible to test heavy weapons. They were still inside the city's quarantine wall; asking to use heavy firepower here was just daydreaming!

But it was probably true that someone wanted to turn this daydream into reality. The weapons that were supposed to be dummies on the mechs walking out of the exhibition hall had all been replaced with real ones, and they were all fully loaded.

As long as they locked onto their targets and pulled the trigger, the anti-ground missiles carried by these mechs would wipe out the entire inspection team here!

"Their movements look very coordinated."

"I wonder how their balance is during a sprint."

As they watched three mechs walking out of the exhibition hall one by one, people began to quietly discuss.

At this moment, Renault was taking pictures of these mechs with his phone, focusing on the weapons part, to avoid any disputes later on.

Chapter 64: Repaying Grudges with Kindness?

As the heavy equipment was being moved for a series of live demonstrations of mechs, Alexander, who had just spoken with Renault, was now standing next to several clients, enthusiastically introducing his company's products.

Unfortunately, the expressions of those clients didn't look pleasant at the moment. After all, an elderly man had been chattering and spraying saliva for hours since morning, which wasn't comfortable for anyone.

The mechs produced by Morozov Corporation looked very impressive. If equipped with suitable weapons, they would undoubtedly be powerful tools for dealing with infected individuals in the Red Zone. And just by deploying these, the bandits roaming in the Yellow Zone would definitely not dare to provoke trouble.

However, it was just appearances. The cost of such a mech was equivalent to more than ten times that of an armored vehicle!

Too expensive!

They might not know the lowest price, but they knew that buying such a thing to deal with the thugs in the Yellow Zone would be a pure waste!

They were not the military, needing such advanced mechs to ensure their military superiority. They only dealt with some thugs, so such an expensive oversized toy was unnecessary for them!

On the contrary, the armored vehicles introduced by other companies, which could be autonomous or connect with autonomous doll units, were more suitable for them.

And those representatives from the military, after seeing the demonstrations of these mechs, all frowned and shook their heads.

It seemed that there was no fundamental difference between these mechs and the Minotaurus they were already equipped with.

Not only did they lack any highlights, but even their defensive capabilities were inferior to the Minotaurus. Although the price was slightly cheaper, the price was not the military's focus. What they wanted was a next-generation mech with stronger mobility and better protective capabilities.

Definitely not these crude imitations of the Minotaurus!

"It seems that Morozov's business is about to go downhill." Walking over with Gentiane, Renault glanced at Alexander, whose face was as dark as charcoal, clearly indicating that his sales pitch had been ineffective.

"Well, it should be, but this mech looks decent. Aren't there any buyers interested?" Gentiane was actually quite interested in these gadgets, especially the autonomous mech over there.

If Griffin also had such equipment, wouldn't it be easy to deal with the SF Dolls?

"Too expensive, and its versatility is poor. After buying it, you may not even use it once throughout the year. If you don't use it, it's fine, but you still need to spend money on maintenance regularly. It's just a waste of money for low-intensity battles."

And for high-intensity battles, it might not even be competent.

The armor was too weak. Even a regular RPG, with good quality armor-piercing rounds, could potentially penetrate its armor.

Compared to the Minotaurus from the military, it was far inferior. But this couldn't be entirely blamed on Morozov Corporation's lack of technology; they just couldn't get better armor plates.

Buying them and further modifying them would still be feasible.

The key was whether Alexander could convince the military representatives. But looking at the current situation, it seemed that he had messed up.

If they couldn't secure orders at the exhibition, that guy would probably start causing trouble immediately, right?

The people from Kyle's Company didn't follow along. There were already quite a few guards around the military representatives, and other buyers also had their own bodyguards, most of whom were armed to varying degrees.

In fact, they all carried weapons concealed under their clothes, possibly pistols or submachine guns, but assault rifles were not seen.

They weren't here for war, so what would they do with such powerful weapons?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The shooting range was demonstrating, but a series of gunshots rang out directly from the exhibition venue in the distance.

However, the sound wasn't very loud, and there were very few people near the shooting range who could hear it. Most of the sounds were masked by the noise of the armored vehicles and the footsteps of the mechs.

Of course, Renault definitely heard this sound.

After hearing it, he immediately raised his hand to stop Poposha, who eyes was radiating red light was about to take action and at the same time, he removed the drum magazine from her imprinted weapon.

And G3 and MP40, who had been standing behind the red-eyed FN-49 and MG3, almost simultaneously restrained them.

HK416 and the others quietly moved their steps, encircling the three dolls in the middle, to avoid being noticed by the surrounding people.

"UMP45, hurry up, don't dawdle."

In Gentiane's frightened and puzzled gaze, Renault waved his hand towards UMP45, urging her to act quickly.

"I got it, 40, I'll leave the venue to you." UMP45 said cunningly to UMP40.

"Alright, sheesh, you always don't want to work." UMP40 sighed and began to connect her electronic warfare equipment with the servers at the venue.

Facing Gentiane's uncertain gaze, Renault gestured to her to calm down, waited a few seconds, and the three T-Dolls returned to normal, surrounded by everyone.

Renault had already transmitted the plugin for eliminating these virus files to UMP45 and the others. In the future, in most cases, Renault wouldn't need to take out his computer and act personally.

"It's done, you can relax now," UMP45 said so.

"Commander, I'm also ready here, but a poor employee from Kyle Company seems to have been hit in the vital parts by autonomous dolls."

When she mentioned the vital parts, UMP40 glanced at Renault with a blush.

What are you looking at? It's not like I got hit!

"What is this...?"

Gentiane was still somewhat puzzled, but the abnormal state of the Poposha trio seemed to have been resolved, which relieved her, as she didn't want to be left alone.

"The virus spread by those behind the scenes can rewrite the underlying permissions of dolls to a certain extent, causing them to go berserk. This virus is also effective against tactical dolls. It seems that IOP hasn't succeeded in upgrading the firewall for dolls so far." Saying this, Renault handed the drum magazine to Poposha.

"Uh... did we just lose control?"

MG3 also panicked upon hearing this, turning her head to look around. After seeing that no one around had noticed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"It was only a few seconds, no big deal. Okay, let's get back to business now. Keep an eye on those unfortunate buyers and military representatives, and don't let them get crushed by those autonomous armored vehicles or mechs."

"And... what about the organizers of the exhibition and those equipment?"

Gentiane looked at the increasingly strange actions of the autonomous units, feeling a sense of foreboding.

"So, when signing contracts, you must be clear about what you are responsible for. Luckily, those autonomous units going berserk have nothing to do with us. We just need to protect those buyers and military representatives."

"Why did even those military guys... Aren't you at odds with them?"

Chapter 65: Just Business

"That's true. If possible, I'd certainly leave it alone, but this is just business. If someone gets their head smashed in or a hole drilled into them, our reward goes down the drain. In plain terms, each of their heads is worth thirty million." As Renault spoke, he waggled three fingers.

"And those buyers over there are at the same price."

Thirty million...

Gentiane suddenly remembered the terms agreed upon earlier by Helian and Alexander.

She never expected the contract's demands to be so stringent... If any attendee is injured or killed, they won't get a single penny?

Such an outrageous contract! Why even sign it? Isn't this just pure harassment?

"It's mainly because I agreed to it. Your assessment is just a bonus. Don't worry, you'll definitely pass when you go back," Renault reassured, leading a group of tactical dolls towards the merchants.

"Hmm..."

A bonus... Can't we use a different adjective? After all, I am also an outstanding commander from this Griffin training program...

"Mr. Alexander, care to explain why Morozov's products suddenly went out of control?"

Just as the buyers watching the armored vehicle performance demonstrations wondered why these few mechs were coming over to block their view, Renault's voice suddenly echoed from behind them.

"What!?"

Initially, the buyers thought these mechs were coming for something, but they were startled when they heard Renault's voice.

They quickly retreated, fearing that these out-of-control mechs might step on them!

Already wary of autonomous units, the merchants now scrutinized Alexander and the approaching mechs with terrified gazes.

"Alexander! What are you trying to do?! Are you going to silence us if we don't buy your junk!?"

One of the buyers couldn't contain their indignation and directly accused Alexander.

"This has nothing to do with me! I have no idea about this!"

Alexander roared, standing in place, his face alternating between pale and flush, sweat dripping profusely from his forehead.

This wasn't part of his plan!

Why did these mechs suddenly go out of control?

Weren't they supposed to activate those programs and release the mechs only after all security personnel had evacuated at night?

Why did it activate now!?

"Mr. Alexander, there was a riot among the autonomous doll units in the exhibition hall, but they suddenly shut down due to unknown reasons. There have been no casualties so far."

Kyle's voice suddenly sounded in Alexander's earpiece.

However, this wasn't good news. Upon hearing this, Alexander's face turned even paler.

How could the autonomous units riot? He had no idea! What's going on!?

"Instead of wondering why things aren't going as planned, I suggest you come over here obediently. If you die, I might not even be able to find a target to hold accountable,"

Renault remarked, holding Alexander firmly and tossing him behind UMP45 and the others.

These mechs and the autonomous armored vehicles may seem out of control, but they're actually being manipulated by someone.

True loss of control wouldn't exhibit such restraint; these individuals behind the scenes controlling the mechs are still adjusting to their movements.

The armored vehicles, however, weren't idle.

After the first one was 'accidentally' crushed, the remaining ones mustered their strength and charged towards Renault's group!

Similarly, on the military side, about three armored vehicles rushed forward.

As long as these three vehicles weren't stopped and broke through the military representatives' ranks, the hidden agenda of those behind the scenes would likely be achieved.

In comparison, these merchants seemed less important. Only one armored vehicle charged towards them.

But Renault wouldn't abandon them. These individuals were his main targets; the military side was just a bonus.

"UMP45, shut down all these things."

"I'm already on it."

UMP45 sneered.

She had been trying to infiltrate these autonomous devices since they started acting up. Although more complex than dolls, once she breached the firewall, it was easier than dealing with T-Dolls.

After UMP45 snapped her fingers, the mech and armored vehicles charging towards Renault's group all came to a halt!

Two of the armored vehicles even overturned due to sudden braking.

However, there was still one armored vehicle and one mech charging towards the military representatives.

Obviously, someone had bribed the drivers inside.

Their aim?

Naturally, to eliminate the important figures sent by the military this time!

Chapter 66: First, Draw a Pie

Observing the armored vehicle and mech behaving erratically, Alexander, whom Reno had tossed out of the danger zone, glanced at UMP45 and her companions in front of him.

Stealthily, he began to climb up, intending to slip away from there.

No matter what the intentions of these lunatics were, the responsibility this time was too great!

As a sales department manager, he couldn't bear such responsibility!

As for Morozov's company's ultimate fate?

He couldn't care less!

He was just a worker!

If headquarters hadn't stubbornly refused to allocate more security funds, he wouldn't have come up with the idea of showcasing these mechs in the first place.

Unfortunately, it seemed he was still too naive.

He had only intended to steal these unsellable mechs, but others had already employed them for assassinations.

If those two autonomous mechs hadn't suddenly stopped, those people would have succeeded by now.

"Hey hey, Mr. Employer, the commander will be very angry if you run away before paying." UMP9 found a rope and tied up Alexander, whom Reno had only instructed to keep an eye on but not specifically told not to tie up.

Anyway, it would be more convenient to move him once tied up, and they wouldn't have to worry about him running away.

With a few swift movements, UMP9 had bound Alexander into a bundle like a zongzi, then patted her hands, looking at her handiwork with satisfaction. "Now he can't escape. It's not good to default on payments!"

While UMP9 dealt with Alexander, Reno and two dolls rushed towards the military side. They had claimed to be customers; they couldn't leave any loopholes for those employers who might want to default the payment.

Moreover, it wasn't just for the reward; they also wanted the buyers over there to see their actions.

At the very least, when those people left, they would leave some contact information.

Armored vehicles with drivers weren't as easy to stop, but fortunately, the armor plates on these vehicles weren't thick, and his modified bullets could pierce through.

"416, aim carefully."

"I know without you telling me!"

HK416 frowned at Reno's words, putting down her imprinted weapon and picking up the gun modified by Reno.

She aimed directly at the driver's cabin and fired!

Under HK416's attack, the lightweight armored vehicle's armor plate didn't hold up for long.

After about five or six shots, HK416's bullets drilled precise holes in the armor plate, hitting the driver inside the vehicle.

After the driver was killed, the vehicle's top suddenly flipped open, and a man covered in blood struggled to climb out halfway, reaching for the heavy machine gun mounted on the roof.

Bang!

Reno rolled his eyes.

Even though this guy was seriously injured, he still didn't stay put and feigned death inside; he had to jump out to seek attention. Well, then Reno had to take him out.

After dealing with the faster armored vehicle, the next to come charging was the mech loaded with weapons.

However, Reno found it somewhat strange.

All the weapons on this mech were already installed, so why hadn't it been used yet? Instead, it was running after the armored vehicle like a fool, seemingly intent on crushing people with its feet.

"45? Did you do this?"

UMP40, seeing the mech without weapons charging ahead, asked UMP45 beside her.

"Of course. Otherwise, that mech would have already launched missiles into the crowd. I immediately locked down the fireworks they had on them, but it's tiring. Why didn't they let me handle these things from the beginning? They had to wait until it got to this point."

UMP45 leaned towards proactive offense, preferring to find the mastermind behind the scenes and eliminate them.

That way, all the security risks during the exhibition would be eliminated.

One effort, everlasting peace, was much better than the current situation of struggling against a mech.

"Uh, the commander must have his reasons for doing this. Let's wait a moment... Oh, it looks like a helicopter is flying over. Could it be military support?"

"Maybe, but if we want to go back to the airport, we have to take down that mech first. I wonder what the commander will do..."

M14 looked up at the distant sky, then at the mech.

Just as she was about to ask the commander how to defeat the mech, M14 saw SPAS-12 take out a shotgun from her back, almost as thick as a grenade launcher.

Then, calmly and methodically, she fired a shot at each joint of the mech.

The incendiary pellets contained in the shotgun shells were directly embedded into the mech's joint armor, and then the incendiary material began to burn violently, completely ruining the circuits and parts inside the joints!

As a result, the mech collapsed, with no chance of recovery!

As for the condition of the driver inside the mech?

That depended on whether the guy had fastened his seatbelt. If he did, he probably wouldn't be in trouble; worst case scenario, he would break his neck.

If he didn't? Oh, there were plenty of possibilities, such as being pierced by sharp components or breaking his spine or coccyx. In any case, some bones were bound to be broken.

There were no cushioning devices installed in the cockpit of Morozov's mechs. This was probably just a prototype designed for display.

As for the people outside, seeing the mech being easily defeated like this, they couldn't help but shake their heads, thinking that the quality of such mechs was unreliable; they were taken down with just a few shots.

As for why these people didn't focus on SPAS-12, the one who fired?

That was because doll units on both sides were pretty much the same. What one side's doll could do, their side's doll could do as well... Oh, they didn't have many tactical dolls left.

Both IOP and Griffin had hired expensive help.

"Not bad, quite accurate."

"Hehe, it's because the commander's bullets are so effective. After they hit, no one notices what's happening. Those guys probably still haven't figured out what's going on." SPAS-12 laughed.

It was daytime, in the afternoon, with the sun shining brightly. The bright spots burning at the joints of the mech went unnoticed by anyone other than a few military personnel.

HK416, following behind Reno, pursed her lips, feeling a bit annoyed.

She had clearly contributed, so why didn't the commander praise her?

"Alright, stop pouting. See those guys in the distance? Your chance has come. Go ahead, and once those guys are dealt with, I'll upgrade your imprinted weapon!"

Reno pointed to the combat personnel coming down from the helicopter in the distance, pushing HK416, who was somewhat unhappy, and casually offering her a promise.

Chapter 67: A Rather Weak Performance

"Wait! Those are our military personnel! Don't act recklessly!"

Perhaps upon seeing Reno and his comrades dispatching the berserk armored vehicles and mechs, the soldier who halted Reno didn't utter any harsh words.

He simply pointed to the figures in combat uniforms in the distance.

They couldn't afford to have 'friendly forces' engage in combat against each other.

"Oh? I beg to differ. If they're your people, why are all these guys aiming guns at you now?"

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Before the soldier could respond, the military 'support' from afar had already pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"Get down!"

Shouting this, Reno and SPAS-12 swiftly knocked down a group of unfortunate souls who hadn't reacted yet.

Some of the more astute ones immediately sought cover upon seeing the soldiers aiming firearms.

Yegor was among them.

After ensuring it was safe on their side, he couldn't help but look around. "General Carter!"

"Cough, I'm here! Lend me a hand!"

Yegor glanced around, only to spot General Carter extending his hand from the ditch, evidently having just dived in to evade gunfire.

Fortunately, this ditch was near the city's edge and contained no liquid... well, except for the murky mud at the bottom... the odor might not be too pleasant.

Ignoring the pungent scent emanating from General Carter, Yegor pulled him out and immediately inquired of Carter, "General, what's going on? Those people were clearly wearing our special forces uniforms!"

"Calm down, Yegor. Those aren't our people. When did we have so many human combat personnel?"

As a member of KCCO, Carter naturally knew exactly how many living soldiers he had.

They barely comprised a small team, all elite. The rest were mostly the military's autonomous dolls. While commanding them was a bit cumbersome, they didn't require soldiers and officers to personally engage in frontline combat. They were relatively easy to utilize.

"Where's Griggs?"

Scanning the surroundings, Carter quickly surveyed the situation behind cover.

All the personnel he had brought were present, not a single one missing except for Griggs.

He was here just a moment ago.

"He's over there, commanding his troops. Planning how to get your heads," Reno's voice suddenly echoed from above them, as if he had been eavesdropping from the start.

"What!? Over there!?" Yegor couldn't believe it and stood up to look across.

Sure enough! Griggs, who had been wearing a military coat just moments ago, had now changed into combat gear, holding a gun and unhesitatingly commanding his men to shoot at their position.

"Do we need to keep that guy alive? If not, we can just kill him."

While Yegor was peering out, Reno pointed forward and asked Carter.

"If possible, there's no need for the others. Feel free to act."

Peeking out from behind cover, Carter glanced around and then sat back, breathing a sigh of relief as he spoke to Reno.

"HK416, let's go! Leave the leader alive! Take out the rest!"

As Reno spoke, he charged out along the ground!

Before Reno could draw his gun and open fire to take out the enemy's firepower, HK416 had already launched the attack, her bullets shattering the helmets of the guys aiming at Reno, one after another!

"Beautiful!"

Hearing Reno's words, HK416 accelerated, almost every shot taking out one of the guys wearing KCCO combat uniforms.

These guys' combat uniforms had much weaker protection than the protective suits they wore when they went to the Red Zone.

Even without Reno's modified weapons, HK416's imprinted weapons alone could shatter their helmets with two or three shots.

Even before Yegor, who was behind cover, could ask Reno for a weapon, the battle was almost over.

Griggs, standing among the crowd, still seemed a bit dazed and hadn't fully grasped what was happening.

He looked around in confusion at his fallen men.

However, SPAS-12 wasn't going to wait for this guy to figure it out.

She charged up while he was still stunned, slapped the armored plate on his helmet, and instantly knocked him dizzy, causing him to collapse on the ground. Reno then tied him up with a rope.

After tying up this guy, Reno didn't immediately take him back.

Instead, he ran a few steps, dashed to the nearby helicopter about to take off, and yanked the pilot out.

"Come down! This thing belongs to me now!" Reno said this, glanced into the cockpit, found it empty, clean, and almost new-looking.

Obviously, this tiltrotor aircraft had just rolled off the assembly line not long ago, and it might even have been just acquired by these guys.

Seeing Reno and the others easily take out these unidentified individuals who were completely like 'roadblocks' to them, Gentiane, who was about to praise Reno, couldn't help but shake her head at Reno's actions...

This guy was a legitimate security contractor!?

"This guy belongs to you, the aircraft belongs to me. Any objections to this deal?"

Thinking this, Gentiane saw Reno carrying Griggs back with a smile, tossing him in front of Carter, and pointing to the helicopter behind him.

"Uh, is Commander Reno always... so... forceful?"

Seeing the critical situation resolved here, Gentiane, who had just returned with the buyers who had just run away, asked MP40, who was dragging Alexander.

"Well, more or less, we don't really see any problems with it."

After all, the commander only used this tone when talking to outsiders.

He was usually very easy to talk to at home.

"Sigh..."

Hearing MP40's response, Gentiane sighed and looked up at the sky. There was still some time before dark, but this exhibition had ended in a very fierce manner.

Next, would Griffin send someone to pick her up?

It wasn't that she couldn't bear to part with Reno, but what he said during these three days made her unable to look at the security contractor profession in the same light anymore.

It wasn't as inspiring as the propaganda slogan 'Shining Beacon in the Brand new World!' nor as simple as the introduction saying 'Just need to handle small groups of Sangvis Dolls'.

In the end, it was all about money for missions, and encountering all sorts of annoying mercenary contracts and the like?

Chapter 68: Can't Leave Yet

No matter how dark Carter's expression was, ultimately, he didn't allow his subordinates to engage in any conflict with Reno.

The helicopter brought by Griggs was gone, but they weren't lacking one helicopter.

Moreover, Reno, having just saved them from the trap set by Griggs, it wouldn't make sense for them to turn hostile over a helicopter, would it?

Besides, how would they fight? Who would fight?

Reno had a dozen tactical dolls behind him, all watching silently.

Most of the personnel present, aside from Yegor and old man Carter, were civilians.

Gentiane, who had been watching from the side, couldn't believe her eyes.

She couldn't believe that these military representatives, who were so dominant in front of Griffin, would actually yield to Reno.

Was she still dreaming?

But all of this was real!

She witnessed it all!

The military representatives didn't even say a word before boarding their helicopter and leaving!

Of course, the aftermath was handled by the military personnel on site.

They quickly brought in a group of people, hastily cleaned up the battlefield, and removed the bodies of the attackers brought by Griggs.

However, while they cleaned up, these military personnel only tidied up their small area.

They didn't touch the wreckage of armored vehicles and mechs on the shooting range outside, nor did they touch the fallen mechs.

Alexander, who had been tied up by UMP9, didn't attempt to escape.

He was surrounded by a group of angry customers. Even though the ropes had been untied, he couldn't move freely with so many people around, each one glaring at him as if they wanted to tear him apart.

"With things having escalated to this point, will we still get paid for our commission?" Seeing Alexander surrounded by a group of people, Gentiane's heart was pounding.

"Don't worry too much. Chasing payment isn't your concern as a newly appointed novice commander. It's Griffin's business. Even the agent Helian can't handle debt collection." Holding a bunch of business cards, Reno reassured Gentiane with a smile.

Since the contract had been signed, they would likely get paid by Griffin. Gentiane just needed to wait for Helian to transfer the payment for this mission.

And Reno's goal this time was almost accomplished.

All the material merchants he saved promised to prioritize him for future commissions.

Most importantly, they promised him a very favorable price.

Especially after seeing the military representatives not complaining about Reno's occupation of the helicopter, they readily agreed to send people to deliver goods to the Red Zone where Reno was located.

"So, is this mission considered completed or not? It was supposed to be a security commission, but the exhibits were damaged one by one during the expo. Except for no casualties, the entire expo is a mess."

Gentiane felt that the way the mission was completed was difficult to accept.

It was like night and day compared to what she had imagined!

"Don't worry. Now, we just need to pack up and wait for Griffin to pick you up. But we'll go into town later. Do you want to join us?"

Even though they hadn't received payment yet, it would be a waste to return empty-handed after finally coming to the city.

Especially with an extra helicopter, flying back with one empty would be a huge waste. They needed to bring something back to not feel at a loss.

"Um, if I don't go, will I have to wait here in the square?"

Glancing around, Gentiane said dryly.

She didn't know anyone here and didn't have any cash on her when she came out.

If Reno left, would she be left standing alone in this empty square?

"Probably. It depends on when Helian sends someone to pick you up. I'll give her a call." Tucking the business cards into his pocket, Reno took out his phone and dialed Helian's number.

"Reno? Is the commission completed?"

Just a few seconds after pressing the button, Helian immediately answered the phone, as if she had been waiting for Reno's call in front of her phone.

"Huh? Of course. Didn't I just message you? When will you come to pick up Gentiane?"

The venue for this exhibition was about seven or eight kilometers away from where they could find a hotel in the city center.

Gentiane, who had no money and didn't know anyone, had no choice but to walk with her doll companions if she wanted to go to the city.

"Well, it might take a little longer. There's a problem with Griffin's helicopter right now. The only one left is under maintenance, and the rest have been temporarily reassigned for missions."

"Reassigned? How many hours do we have to wait?"

Although seeing Helian's expression seemed embarrassed, Reno didn't take it seriously.

After all, even if they were reassigned, they could complete the mission in a few hours, and there would be enough time for them to return for maintenance.

At most, he would just take Gentiane around the city for a while, which wouldn't be too much trouble, considering he was already planning to go to the city center.

"Cough, it might take a week, or even more..." Blushing, Helian cleared her throat.

It was somewhat embarrassing. She had been so eager to send Gentiane over before, but now that she wanted to bring her back, there were problems with all the helicopters at Griffin's headquarters.

It would be too much of a loss to forcibly recall one helicopter that was currently on a mission just for a newly appointed commander who hadn't even started working officially.

But now, it seemed that the helicopter wouldn't be available until next week to pick up Gentiane.

But that was fine.

After all, she hadn't officially started her job yet, so she didn't have any urgent tasks.

The doll companions around her were now under her command, so there was no need to worry about emergency mobilizations.

Hearing Helian's words, Reno rolled his eyes at her. "Alright, then I'll take this guy back with me first. When your helicopters are available, just come over to pick her up at my place."

Chapter 69: Borrowing Money to Buy Cats

"Relax, it's not work time now. After we finish shopping, we'll head back. Why are you so nervous, looking around everywhere?"

Reno said with some helplessness, glancing at Gentiane following behind him.

But for Gentiane, besides rolling her eyes, she didn't want to respond to him at all.

What did he mean by not being nervous? Why shouldn't she be nervous?

Didn't he see those heavily armed city guards around?

They were already treating them as potential threats!

Previously, they were fine at the venue since it was an area with few people, and nobody paid attention to Reno, Gentiane, and their tactical dolls.

But in the city center, it was different.

With people coming and going, seeing them surrounded by heavily armed tactical doll made others wonder if they were planning some kind of massacre in the city!

Although these guards didn't directly arrest Reno, Gentiane, and their group of doll, they still dispatched many personnel to monitor them closely.

This completely ruined Reno's plan to stay in the city for a night before leaving.

It seemed that no matter where they went, they wouldn't be accepted as people with weapons all over them.

In the eyes of outsiders, they were definitely considered dangerous individuals.

To ensure that Reno and the others wouldn't wander around the city, the guards even came forward to help them purchase the various supplies Reno needed.

As for why Reno and Gentiane were sitting outside the café waiting, it was because UMP40 had strongly expressed her desire to have a pet earlier. The pet store happened to be across from the café, and the two of them decided to take a break here.

Meanwhile, the other doll had already rushed into the decently sized pet store, where the pets that used to be everywhere before the Third World War now wandered back and forth.

Thanks to the collapse particle clouds that once roamed everywhere, these small animals, which used to be common in every city, had become genuine protected animals.

In this world filled with collapse pollution, the survival environment for animals had been severely affected. The collapse radiation could kill all organic matter, turning everything into inorganic matter, leading to the destruction of biodiversity worldwide.

The surviving animals were mainly found in unpolluted wilderness areas and in cities where they were protected by humans.

Mostly, there were more pets, but their numbers still couldn't match those of surviving humans. Therefore, whether owning a live pet or keeping one as a pet was considered a luxury for ordinary people.

As for the price of pets... Roughly speaking, the cost of an ordinary calico cat could buy eight to nine ordinary autonomous doll?

Gentiane, sitting across from Reno, now felt that she should have gone shopping with UMP40 and the others.

After sitting here for a while, she could already tell that the heavily armed guards weren't guarding Reno's doll, but rather Reno himself...

The owner of the pet store was initially startled to see a group of armed people enter, but after seeing that they were all dolls, he waved his hand to dismiss the guards who followed them.

Moreover, when M14 and the others were browsing in the clothing store, the passersby didn't even pay much attention to them.

As for why this was the case... It was probably related to the grenades hanging from Reno's coat!

When the group came from the outskirts to the city center, they had to go through security at the airport, and it was then that the guards took notice of Reno.

Obviously, to these guards, a human with a large amount of explosives was much more dangerous than a group of doll with proper identification and belonging to Griffin.

But fortunately, the pet store was the last stop of their trip to the city this time. As long as UMP40 chose her pets, they could quickly leave this uncomfortable place for Gentiane.

They didn't have to wait long. In less than half an hour, a group of dolls walked out of the pet store.

In the middle of the group, UMP40 and G3 each held a box designed for pets.

These boxes were equipped with special life-support devices to ensure that the pets wouldn't be harmed by external radiation when passing through polluted areas.

"Huh? Why did you buy so many?"

Reno was somewhat surprised to see the four boxes in their hands.

Didn't only UMP40 want to buy? Did you guys get captured by these cats as soon as you went in?

In the boxes were all cats: two calico cats, one orange tabby, and one expensive-looking ragdoll.

Before entering the store, UMP40 didn't ask Reno for money at all.

Obviously, they spent the pocket money Reno gave them earlier.

It's just that they bought four cats at once. Did these guys empty their bank accounts?

"Oh, we just called home and asked MDR and some others. Jaeger wants a cat, and so does BM59. So, we borrowed some money from them. Since the relationship between these cats looks good, we bought them all at once." AK47, holding two large boxes, said after hearing Reno's question.

In the boxes were various cat toys, cat food, medicines, and other items.

MP40 was carrying several cat litter boxes, while SpectreM4 was carrying several large bags of cat litter.

Seeing the items they were carrying, Reno twitched his eye.

They were too well-prepared.

They all seemed to be brand-name products... Did the store owner target them as easy targets and try to sell aggressively?

Looking up at the pet store owner waving at them from the door, Reno could see that the guy was smiling broadly.

Apparently, he had made a good profit from this sale!

"Forget it, as long as you guys are happy. Is there anything else you want to buy? If not, let's go back now."

Glancing at the time, it was almost getting dark. If possible, it would be better to return home before it got completely dark.

"Nothing."

UMP40 shook her head with a silly smile, clearly very satisfied with the little ones she bought.

"What about you guys?"

Reno looked at the others and then at Gentiane sitting opposite him.

"Nothing, I'm satisfied!" the doll replied cheerfully, and Gentiane nodded helplessly.

For some reason, Gentiane felt like she was falling into a den of thieves.

However, all she could do now was pray silently and hope that Helian, the agent, would quickly send a helicopter to pick her up from Reno's place.

Chapter 70: Nice Expression

"Here comes another one, Commander. With so many of these, our warehouse will soon be overflowing. And it seems like we don't need this many helicopters," G36 said somewhat helplessly, looking at the tiltrotor helicopter in front of her.

These helicopters were rarely used in their daily lives at home, but even if they weren't used, they still needed manpower to maintain them every day to ensure they could take off from the hangar smoothly.

Just maintaining the three helicopters they had before had already required additional help, and now there was another one, which seemed more complex and harder to maintain than the previous three.

While G36 was complaining to Reno, on the other side, Gentiane, who had just come down from the helicopter, was being roped in by MDR to help with carrying things.

"Welcome, Commander Gentiane! Come on, come on! Let's smile!"

MDR said, ignoring Gentiane's sweaty and breathless state in her protective suit, and hugged her shoulders, taking a selfie with her.

"Nice! Thanks, UMP40! Where are the cats?" Ignoring Gentiane's forced smile in the photo, MDR immediately turned and ran towards where the tactical dolls were gathered.

Meanwhile, Jaeger had already arrived, holding her hands up and watching the box being held by G3, which contained the orange cat she had bought.

Seeing how careful G3 was, Jaeger was afraid of damaging the box, as if she could already envision what the orange cat would look like.

BM59, on the other hand, was not as cautious as Jaeger.

After seeing the carrier containing the ragdoll cat, she happily picked it up and walked towards the direction of the dormitory with the others, planning to put the little one back in the dormitory first and then come back to help with the luggage.

With everyone laughing and talking, NZ75 noticed Gentiane, who was exhausted from wearing the protective suit, and quickly took her to the decontamination chamber to disinfect her before helping her out of the heavy protective suit.

Once out of the suit, Gentiane took a deep breath.

Although there was no odor in the suit, it felt stuffy to breathe in, and it was much heavier than the suits she had used during training.

Even though she had just been sitting in the helicopter cabin wearing the suit, it had given her a taste of what it was like to operate in the red zone.

"Phew, finally out..."

Gentiane ran a five-tooth comb through her hair, which was already damp with sweat, and looked strangely at NZ75 and the tactical dolls outside who were moving supplies.

"Have you been living here for a long time?" Looking at the door of the decontamination chamber and the furnishings in the corridor, although they looked new at first glance, Gentiane could tell that it was just because they were cleaned regularly.

"Not long, less than half a year, Commander Gentiane. Let me take you to change your clothes first," NZ75 said, looking at Gentiane's disheveled appearance, and led her to the dormitory to change clothes.

Gentiane was about the same size as her, so she could wear her clothes temporarily.

Besides, UMP45 had told her that Gentiane seemed to be staying here for a week, and for such a long time, how could she not change clothes?

While Gentiane was being taken away by NZ75, leaving only the Poposha trio standing awkwardly beside the helicopter, helping to move some of the lighter items.

What else could they do?

They couldn't lift the heavy ones, and Reno's tactical dolls were all monsters, able to lift boxes weighing hundreds of kilograms with one hand.

In no time, all the cargo from the two helicopters was moved into the dormitory building, and they only helped carry a few bags of cat food.

After moving the items, AK47 quickly pulled the Poposha trio inside, almost forgetting about them for a moment.

They were Griffin's tactical tactical dolls, still in their basic state, completely different from the ones they were used to.

This was the red zone, and although tactical dolls could function normally here, prolonged exposure would also damage their frames. To prevent these few from needing major repairs prematurely, it was better to keep them indoors.

The Poposha trio didn't refuse. After all, there was nothing for them to do here. HK416, who had come back with them, had already gone back, and M1 Garand and the others who were storing the helicopters were just the tactical dolls who hadn't gone on missions.

Storing and maintaining the helicopters didn't take much time for M1 Garand and the others. They did this every day, checking the helicopters in no time and returning to the dormitory building.

By now, UMP40 and the others had already changed clothes and released the cats from their carriers.

The cats, who had been cooped up in the carriers for a long time, immediately rushed out joyfully!

Especially UMP40's two calico cats, they were like mischievous spirits, darting out and heading straight for the kitchen door, probably smelling the delicious aroma of food from the kitchen.

BM59's ragdoll cat, on the other hand, was more elegant. After coming out of the carrier, it looked around at the tactical dolls surrounding it, gently meowed a few times, and walked to BM59's feet to rub against them.

But the most docile one was probably Jaeger's orange cat. After walking a few steps, it lay down directly on the ground, flicked its tail, and looked as if it were saying, "I'm hungry, where's my servant to feed me?"

Jaeger couldn't resist this orange cat, so she reached out and picked it up, cuddling it against her cheek, while her two Dinergates, seeing their mistress with a new favorite, circled around her with some irritation.

Meanwhile, Gentiane had come out with NZ75, wearing her clothes.

Originally, she thought she would be laughed at when she came out, but seeing everyone busy playing with the cats, she realized that no one had noticed her appearance, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Plus, the relaxed and happy atmosphere among the tactical dolls at this moment made Gentiane involuntarily smile.

Click!

Just as she had barely managed to crack a smile, Gentiane heard the sound of a camera shutter.

MDR had somehow appeared in front of her, squatting in front of her, holding her phone up to take a picture of her, while giving her a thumbs up!

Nice expression!

Chapter 71 After this, you will be dedicated to playing games.

<Shocking! Such a young person is actually the Deputy Commander of Griffin! Griffin is suspected of hiring child labor!>

Gentiane's expression suddenly collapsed.

Fortunately, she didn't know that MDR had already posted her photo on Griffin's anonymous board, and she didn't know what title MDR used.

Otherwise, she might never face those dolls under her command again.

MDR have to say, NZ75's clothes really make people look much younger after putting them on. In addition, Gentiane originally looked small in stature.

Saying she's underage, nine out of ten people would believe it, and the remaining one would be Renault.

Except for NZ75's clothes, the clothes of the others look a bit more mature.

However, most of P90's clothes are quite fancy, and the clothes UMP40 and she just bought haven't been worn yet. As for the rest of the people, either they are too small or too big...

Ahem, anyway, Gentiane definitely can't wear M1 Garand's clothes, and G36's figure is passable, but NZ75 dare not casually give G36's clothes to others. After all, when Gentiane was changing clothes, G36 was in the kitchen.

"Commander! I want a vacation! I want to rest! I protest!" Just as Gentiane had just run away from MDR, finally relieved, a sharp scream suddenly rang out.

RFB, with a towel around her neck and wearing overalls and suspenders, rushed into the kitchen. M200 and Maria, holding helmets in their hands, followed RFB side by side.

However, compared to the sweating RFB, M200 and Maria looked much more relaxed, showing no signs of fatigue at all.

Seeing this appearance of RFB, Renault was also somewhat surprised.

What did this guy do?

Why is she sweating so much? In the environment of the underground construction site, even without air conditioning, it shouldn't be like this, right?

"Where did you go? Can you get so tired from driving an SCV?"

Of course, she wouldn't be tired. She was perfectly clear about the modifications he made to his basic structure. Even if she did heavy work, dolls wouldn't feel tired. If this guy sweats, most likely there's a problem with the biomimetic system in her basic structure.

"Do you need me to check it for you?"

"What? I'm not tired at all! It's just hot! I don't know what's wrong with that SCV! The temperature inside the cockpit hasn't gone down these two days! At this rate, my biomimetic circulation system will be scrapped ahead of schedule!"

Originally, RFB, who was still full of momentum, was about to protest, but when she saw Renault looking at her, she immediately took a step back, but still reluctantly said something, which had nothing to do with her previous protest.

"Is that thing broken?" Renault raised an eyebrow, asking somewhat strangely.

He had modified the scuffed SCV himself, so it shouldn't have such problems.

Under normal use, it wouldn't have any problems for several years. How come this thing broke just after RFB drove it for a few days?

Was this guy doing it on purpose? Trying to find a way to slack off?

While thinking about it, Renault directly looked at M200. Before he left, he had instructed M200 to keep an eye on this slacker.

"Well, Commander, you see, RFB found a game console from somewhere the day before yesterday. When she was looking for a charging port in the cabin, she accidentally touched something, and then the SCV turned into that state."

The temperature in the cabin almost always remained around forty degrees Celsius. The circulating liquid in RFB's basic structure was being rapidly consumed every day, but RFB was reluctant to shut down her own biomimetic system.

Otherwise, there would be no need for her to wear cool clothes and carry a towel to wipe her sweat all the time.

"Oh, so what were you protesting just now?"

Hearing M200's explanation, Renault rolled his eyes. This guy, really good at taking advantage of opportunities, is quite skilled at slacking off. She became proficient in operating the SCV, and now she wants to play games while working.

Of course, in reality, this is not impossible.

After all, the control console of the SCV has a certain degree of programming function. For repetitive and highly similar procedures, as long as you use your brain a little, you can set up a set of action sequences to achieve a semi-automatic level.

Of course, Renault himself doesn't need this. The efficiency of his manual control is much higher than semi-automatic, so there is no need to use that function.

But it's different for RFB... If the SCV works automatically, then she can slack off, right?

If Renault hadn't touched those Sangvis autonomous units, and their root protocols were still intact, otherwise RFB would definitely bring over a Ripper and transfer the method of controlling the SCV, allowing these low-intelligence SF Dolls to help her work.

"Ahem, well... I mean... will it be my turn for the next mission?" Seeing Renault's unpleasant expression, RFB suddenly shrank her neck and stood still on the spot.

"Of course, there will be a role for you. Can't let you idle around. Otherwise, whenever you have free time, you'll want to play games..."

Games?

Looking at RFB standing obediently in front of him, Renault suddenly remembered that among the supplies sent by Angelia earlier, there seemed to be a simulated training system?

"Commander?"

Seeing Renault stop talking halfway through, RFB's heart suddenly began to beat faster. Is he going to give her some weird task again?

"It's nothing. The progress below should be almost done, right? In a few days, I'll set up a training room. By then, you'll be responsible for managing the training room."

The doll simulation training equipment, although not for human use, is the same as virtual reality equipment for dolls, right?

This guy RFB likes to play games again. By then, he can turn all the battles and scenes he has experienced into simulated training levels and let this guy play and improve the training enthusiasm of other dolls...

It's simply a win-win situation!

"Ah? Ah ah?" Hearing Renault's words, RFB was momentarily confused. "What about the construction site below?"

"No need to worry about it. Go change your clothes and take a rest." If RFB's progress these two days is normal, the foundation pillars below should have been set up already. For the remaining tasks, he feels a bit unsure if he leaves it to RFB, so it's better to do it himself.

While thinking about it, Renault took out his notebook again and started writing and drawing on it, looking like he was back in work mode.

Seeing Renault like this, Gentiane somewhat understood why Renault could organize his base so well.

How long has it been since he came back? His head is already thinking about work again. Can't he take a break first?

Shaking her head helplessly, Gentiane suddenly noticed MG3 sitting not far from her.

She was about to walk over and sit with her own doll, but she was pulled back by her sleeve. When she turned her head to look...

Wow! Another MG3!

Chapter 72: Let's Get to Work!

"I'm here, Commander. That MG3 over there is under Commander Reno's command..."

Seeing Gentiane instinctively walking towards the other MG3, her own MG3 couldn't help feeling a bit depressed..

Although their appearances were almost identical, both were wearing red berets, their clothing styles were completely different!

Commander, can't you pay a little more attention?

"Oh, sorry." With a blush on her face, Gentiane awkwardly apologized, allowing her MG3 to pull her to sit with PPS-43 and FN-49.

Before dinner, all the T-Dolls in the house had gathered in the dining room, which was probably the liveliest time of day at Reno's house.

Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere in the dining room, Gentiane, who was initially nervous about being in such a nervous state, felt relieved.

After all, everyone in the base, except Reno, was a T-Doll.

Although two of them looked like Sangvis Ferri's Jaeger and Elite Destroyer...

But Gentiane had just seen those two playing happily with the orange cat, laughing like children. Her worries were pushed aside.

Moreover, all the autonomous Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls had already gone out of control. How could they possibly live under the same roof as Reno's T-Dolls?

Gentiane didn't want to delve into this issue. At least for now, it was better not to think about it too much. Let's just eat honestly...

The food standards here are much better than Griffin's.

Looking at the various dishes served by G36 and others, Gentiane was truly surprised. Although she had seen Reno's emphasis on food quality during the camp at the exhibition, she didn't expect the dining experience here to be as luxurious as a restaurant!

The table was filled with various meats, fresh vegetables were abundant, and there were many types of desserts after the meal...

Compared to Griffin, this was simply heaven!

"Cheers! Haha!" Just as Gentiane took her first bite, she heard the voices of PPS-43 and others beside her.

Turning her head, she saw Simonov and others drinking vodka, holding either pickles or slices of bread in their hands. PPS-43 was among them, fitting in perfectly without any sense of discord.

"Why do I have to drink with you guys? I can't handle this." Nagant Revolver, holding the vodka but not yet taking a sip, wrinkled her brow helplessly.

Wasn't juice good enough? Although there was a hint of fruity flavor in the vodka, it was still too spicy.

"Don't say that! Just take a few more sips! You'll discover the benefits of this! And... Only kids drink juice! Real adults drink vodka!"

Patting Nagant Revolver's shoulder, Simonov preached her twisted reasoning he had heard somewhere.

Upon hearing this, Nagant Revolver took a deep breath and forced herself to take a big gulp.

"Oops!"

Unfortunately, the fiery sensation choked Nagant Revolver, causing her to spray it out and then rush to G36 for some juice, unable to accept it.

Seeing this little farce, Gentiane held back her laughter and restrained her smile. She couldn't be like Nagant Revolver; it was time to eat, so she needed to be serious!

After a satisfying and enjoyable dinner, MP40 came to call Gentiane and PPS-43 away. Although PPS-43 wanted to continue drinking, considering they were at someone else's house, Gentiane, FN-49, and MG3 forcefully dragged her away.

They were already a bit red and tipsy; they shouldn't drink anymore!

Their dormitory for the night hadn't been tidied up yet. They had just returned and immediately had dinner. Now that they had finished eating, it was time to tidy up their living space. After a day of excitement, Gentiane felt a bit tired.

If they could rest early, that would be great. Compared to the folding beds in the tent, a real bed was much more comfortable.

Unlike Gentiane, who was starting to feel drowsy, Reno had no intention of resting. After dinner, he went straight to the underground construction site to check on the progress of the underground space.

Under M200's supervision, RFB couldn't slack off even if she wanted to. All the foundation pillars in the underground space had been set up and welded. Now, there was just some earthwork left to be cleared out.

But these were trivial matters. The wall components of the underground space had been completed in the past few days, enough to finish the entire layout of the underground space.

Of course, the price was that most of the materials collected by HK416 and others had been used up.

But those materials were originally intended for this purpose. Reno didn't feel any regret; it was free anyway.

In addition to the situation in the underground space, Reno also brought out the virtual reality training equipment stored in the warehouse. He had promised to let RFB specialize in playing games, and he couldn't go back on his word.

Among these training devices, although there was some data, they looked like the ones IOP used for factory testing tactical dolls.

The difficulty of the training levels was as simple as tutorial levels in games, extremely easy, far from reaching the level of 'training.'

It could even be called a kind of amusement; it was just for playing games. It was better not to rely on this for training.

But the main problem was the setting of those training levels. The combat objectives were not carefully set, but in reality, this equipment was very powerful. At the very least, it could completely reproduce the battles and campaigns he had experienced.

With nothing else to do, and still energetic, Reno moved a chair and began to tinker with the main control computer of the training system.

Thus, a plain and uneventful day passed, and the next morning, just as RFB was about to take out the game console she had hidden to celebrate the return to her usual slacking life, M200, who had also gotten up, was standing at the door, gesturing towards RFB holding the game console in her hands.

"Huh? Huh? What? Didn't you say I don't need to take care of the construction site anymore, Commander!?"

Seeing Reno standing at the door, RFB was startled, immediately wanting to retreat to her warm little nest.

"Oh, right, you don't need to take care of the construction site anymore, but I've already sorted out the place we talked about yesterday. Anyway, come and try it out first to see if there are any bugs."

Chapter 73: Don't! Let's Talk!

"Ah----------------!"

With a piercing scream, all the tactical dolls in the entire factory area sprang into action, hastily grabbing weapons and rushing towards a Renaultvated factory building from where the sound originated.

"What's going on!? What happened!?"

M1 Garand burst through the door, surveying the scene inside and shouting towards RFB.

Upon hearing M1 Garand's call, RFB, who had just exited the training system in shock, also felt bewildered.

She looked blankly at M1 Garand and the tactical dolls standing behind her.

As she recalled the gruesome scene she had just witnessed, she wondered why M1 Garand and the others had come over.

Where was Commander Renault?

"RFB? RFB!" M1 Garand shook her shoulders to snap RFB out of her daze.

"Uh... huh? Why did you all come here? Where's the commander?" RFB asked, looking around but not spotting Renault.

She remembered Renault being by her side when she activated the training system. "Commander? Didn't see the commander? What's going on here?" she asked again.

Looking uninjured and with no abnormal conditions in the factory, M1 Garand couldn't fathom why she screamed so terribly just now.

"No, I should... I should be fine. I was just startled by what I saw, so I got scared..." RFB scratched her cheek awkwardly, feeling embarrassed in front of the others.

With so many people gathered, the reason was obvious. It must be because of the scream she let out subconsciously.

How should she explain being scared by the initial situation?

"Why is everyone gathered here? What happened?"

Holding two monitors, followed by Gentiane and several other tactical dolls, Renault was puzzled.

He had just gone to the warehouse to get two monitors, but why did everyone gather here?

"Just now RFB suddenly screamed, almost everyone in the dormitory heard it, thinking something had happened, so we all came over," M1911 explained.

"Screamed?" Renault raised an eyebrow, recalling the sharp noises from earlier. He didn't expect it to be RFB's scream. He thought a screw was loose and made the noise in the factory.

"Why did you come out? It hasn't even been five minutes, has it?" Renault frowned at RFB, who hadn't even disconnected the wires.

He had just connected the equipment here and intended to let RFB enter first. However, she broke free from the virtual reality just minutes after going out to get a monitor. Plus, with the scream just now, she was obviously scared or maybe killed by the enemies in the training.

However, according to his settings, it shouldn't be less than five minutes before someone kicked her out. Maybe he overestimated RFB's acceptance ability.

"It's just... I was just startled by the corpses I saw in front of me, screamed subconsciously, and then..."

"Just got shot by MP40?" Renault said casually.

"Huh? Me?" MP40, who came to check the situation, was surprised and pointed at herself.

"Not you, it's the weapons in the virtual reality. Almost everyone is here now. Apart from RFB, does anyone else want to try?" Renault connected the two monitors to the training device.

Hearing this, the group of tactical dolls looked at RFB, trying to get some useful information from her. Unfortunately, RFB, fearing being blamed by so many people, just turned her head away, pretending not to have noticed.

While M1 Garand and the others rolled their eyes at her, they also became curious about this training device. To be honest, they wanted to see it.

And looking at the group of tactical dolls with a look of interest, RFB also felt awkward.

The feeling of being shot through by bullets in the virtual reality just now was truly terrible.

She really couldn't figure out how Renault managed to put such a real feeling into the virtual reality.

However, in a short time, if she had to experience it again, then she... she wasn't stupid! Why should she go into the virtual reality to get beaten up?

Moreover, the feeling in the virtual reality was too real, even more real than the prosthetic system on her original body. At that time, she could even...

"RFB, stop dazing off, hurry up and go in. Let me see if these two monitors are working properly."

"Huh? Huh? Wait! Can't we discuss it? Can we change someone else?"

Chapter 74: Who Dares to Be the First to Run Away?

Negotiate?

There's definitely no room for negotiation. It was agreed just yesterday that RFB would come to manage this training room. It's been less than five minutes since she started, and now you want to end the session voluntarily?

That's too quick to give up!

You have to complete the first training scenario in this virtual reality, even if it means being killed a few times back and forth!

"I'll do it!"

Seeing Reno decisively push RFB's head and place her back into the training pod, MDR immediately volunteered.

Recently, things had become boring on the anonymous forum, and there wasn't much else to do at home.

Now that something new had finally appeared, how could she not personally try it out?

Plus, she could see RFB embarrassing herself! Perfect!

Without hesitation, MDR occupied one of the five training pods and waved for Reno to help connect the data cables.

Apart from MDR, the others seemed a bit worried, but M1 Garand took the initiative to step forward. With two leading the way, Nagant and M1911 also approached the training pods, but they felt a bit nervous looking at the dense data cables.

Seeing everyone prepared, Reno nodded and directly activated the virtual reality training.

As Reno activated the training device, the two monitors he had just installed lit up. Reno glanced at the console screen, then at the adjacent monitor, where they could already see RFB and the others lying among the corpses.

"Ah—!" Before Gentiane and G36 standing beside him could clearly see the images on the monitor, MDR suddenly screamed loudly!

The already nervous Gentiane and the group of tactical dolls trembled at MDR's scream. With MDR's scream, everyone also saw through the monitor from MDR's first-person perspective... facing a corpse with half its head blown off...

MDR's scream in the virtual reality directly attracted nearby enemies who were searching!

Ratatat!

The subsequent events were self-explanatory. MDR, who screamed, was directly shot to pieces by the enemy's MP40. This also affected Nagant beside her. Before they could understand what was happening, the virtual reality system forcibly ejected them.

M1911, who hadn't been discovered earlier, also suffered. After a burst of gunfire, out of the five tactical dolls who had just entered the virtual reality, three were immediately ejected.

Only RFB, who had experience, and M1 Garand, who lay behind the fountain and hadn't been spotted, remained.

Seeing this, Reno scratched his head.

He hadn't expected MDR, who usually had no problem dealing with infected, to be scared by such a small scene. When collecting steel materials earlier, there were corpses everywhere, but MDR never screamed then, did she?

MDR, now fully awake, felt the same embarrassment RFB had just felt when everyone looked at her with strange eyes.

Although she felt a bit embarrassed, she thought, trying again... trying again would definitely be fine!

Thinking this, MDR looked at Reno, but Reno waved his hand and pointed to the two monitors.

The two monitors were hung above the training device by Reno, easily visible without obstruction.

Meanwhile, in the virtual reality, RFB and M1 Garand had already seen the prone figure of Reno and were crawling forward as he instructed.

However, unfortunately, the two didn't easily complete their first combat as Reno had planned. Without any other weapons, M1 Garand and RFB, after receiving the Mosin-Nagant handed to them by Reno, failed to kill the enemies.

Unused to bolt-action rifles, they usually used their own engraved weapons.

After squeezing the trigger of the Mosin-Nagant, M1 Garand instinctively tried to continue firing, only realizing she needed to pull the bolt to eject the spent casing when the trigger didn't respond.

Unfortunately, the enemies on the other side had already reacted.

With four enemies and two dogs, dealing with the panicked M1 Garand and RFB was a piece of cake...

"Hiss—!"

Seeing the two unfortunate ones being tackled by the two fierce German Shepherds, the group of tactical dolls and Gentiane in front of the monitor couldn't help but gasp in shock!

M1 Garand and RFB, both shivering, opened their eyes and looked at Reno with some grievances.

"Commander..."

RFB looked at Reno with resentment.

"Why are we so weak in training? If two dogs really attacked now, I could easily kill them with one hand! And those enemies' weapons can't even penetrate our armored bodies, right!?"

After these two trials, RFB had already figured out that in the virtual reality, their physical abilities and conditions were completely devoid of the enhancements from their original bodies.

They were just ordinary people.

They would get tired from intense activity, their hands would shake after holding a gun for too long... and even controlling the recoil of firearms became difficult.

"Since it's training, of course, there has to be some difficulty. Otherwise, how would you train? Should I let you stroll in easily? This isn't a game, can't you be serious?"

Reno said as he checked the data of the training device.

Everything was running smoothly, and everything was normal. It could be put into use completely.

"Alright, let's leave it at that for now. Anyone else want to try?" Reno shook the remote control in his hand and asked the other tactical dolls.

Seeing the images of RFB and M1 Garand's encounters on the monitor and hearing Reno's words, their faces turned a bit green.

However, there were still brave souls among them.

For example, our Miss HK416 stepped forward to replace RFB, who couldn't wait to escape. Following the order Reno had just connected the cables, she connected them herself and nodded to Reno.

Seeing HK416 enter the virtual reality, Reno nodded and handed the remote control to RFB, who wanted to flee. "Alright, this thing is up to you now. You guys can play here now. I'm going to the cafeteria to find something to eat."

Seeing Reno leave, the group of tactical dolls looked at each other, none willing to be the first to leave.

Even RFB felt a bit embarrassed to be the first to run away, especially since she still held the remote control. Even if she wanted to leave, it wasn't her turn...

After Reno left, there were also successive screams in the warehouse.

Obviously, besides M1 Garand and HK416, there were still many tactical dolls willing to try out this training equipment.

After all, the opportunity to experience firsthand the fragility of the human body in this way was extremely rare... or rather, unprecedented.

Chapter 75: A Week Has Passed, Where Are the People?

Standing in front of the dormitory window, Gentiane felt the chill outside, along with the faint sunlight. She shuddered and tightened her clean Griffin coat.

Although the heating system in this dormitory building was functioning normally, and the temperature was just right, Gentiane still felt like she was in the incredibly cold Stalingrad.

Speaking of which, the city where Renault's factory was located was not too far from the city in that virtual reality, just a few hundred kilometers away on the northeast bank of the Volga River. If you flew by helicopter, it would only take a few hours.

In just one morning, Gentiane tried dozens of different ways to die in that training device, either torn throat by a fierce dog or shot through the head by a sniper, or died in a fire...

In short, she tried every possible way to die in the virtual reality.

Thanks to the training device, Gentiane just wanted to find a warm place to sleep now. After coming out of that training device, although her body was not tired, she felt mentally exhausted.

That guy Renault was lucky, after adjusting the training device, he just threw it aside and went about his business.

Gentiane rubbed her forehead regretfully, regretting her impulsive actions.

Shortly after Renault left, she was curious to see the tactical dolls entering the training device one by one, so she went to the control panel to take a look.

Unexpectedly, she saw a helmet-like gadget connected to the data cables, and after flipping through the training device manual placed next to the control panel, she understood that this thing was an access device for technicians.

Although the realism was definitely not as good as what the tactical dolls experienced, it was enough for her to enter and try her hand at training in the virtual reality.

With confidence stemming from her outstanding performance in Griffin's training period and graduating from an excellent university, Gentiane was full of confidence at that time. After all, even if she couldn't handle it, she wouldn't scream like MDR as soon as she entered, right?

Unfortunately, reality always hits hard.

What looked unremarkable on the monitor in the virtual reality was only truly terrifying when experienced firsthand by Gentiane. Just lying on a cold corpse was enough to send shivers down her spine.

So although Gentiane desperately suppressed the urge to scream, she was still discovered because she didn't play dead properly and was immediately caught.

For the rest of the morning, she tried dozens of times, finally managing to kill the sniper, but the subsequent battles... let's not talk about it. With unexpected events happening repeatedly, either the guide, Lezhenov, got injured, or the main force, Dmitri, got shot.

Moreover, the ways and routes the enemies attacked each time were unpredictable. Sometimes they would charge up with MP40s, and next time they would throw grenades timed perfectly under your feet.

Shaking her head a few times, trying to shake off those bad memories and feelings from her mind, when she looked up, a cup of hot chocolate was already placed in front of her.

It was G36, holding a tray, besides the hot chocolate she just handed to her, there was also a thermos cup containing some hot drink.

"Commander Gentiane, if you're not feeling well, go back and rest, or go to the cafeteria to warm up. I'm going to call the commander now, dinner is almost ready."

"Okay, thank you." Go to call Renault? Where did that guy go? Wasn't he in this dormitory building?

Before Gentiane could ask, the two saw Renault coming back from outside with his little notebook in hand.

"What's wrong? Your face looks so bad. Did you try that helmet yourself?" Looking at Gentiane's pale face and the hot chocolate in her hand, Renault raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Uh... Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Of course, that training device wasn't originally designed for humans. MDR and the others came out without any problems because I set up protection measures to ensure that their neural clouds wouldn't be too affected, but humans..."

No one had tried it before, and maybe Gentiane was the first human to try IOP's equipment.

But just by looking at her face, it was clear that Gentiane had entered more than once...

"This..."

Gentiane's eye twitched, and she couldn't help but worry about her brain. Would she become an idiot in the future?

"But judging by your current state, the thing is still running normally. But remember to go in less often in the future, it's better to take a break for at least fifteen minutes after each time you come out."

Hearing Renault's added words, Gentiane finally relaxed. Can you tell me earlier if everything is okay?

"Let's go eat first, and we'll talk after eating." Renault waved to Gentiane, "Stop playing! Dinner's ready!" Then he shouted towards the direction of the training room before turning and walking towards the cafeteria.

As Renault's voice echoed, footsteps gradually came from the direction of the training room.

A group of tactical dolls rushed past Gentiane and Renault, obviously planning to go to the kitchen to grab the limited G36 meals.

Although they could still ask G36 and G3 for help making food if they weren't full, no one spoke up first, and besides, it was more delicious to fight for food!

Apart from the problem with the training device, Gentiane didn't ask anything else. Life in the factory suddenly became calm, and a week's time passed in the blink of an eye for these tactical dolls and Gentiane, who were immersed in training every day.

As for Renault, he didn't pay attention to this amount of time at all. It wasn't until Gentiane came down to the construction site to find him that he remembered the specific time.

"Really? Hasn't Hellen contacted you?" Hearing Gentiane ask when she could withdraw from Renault, Renault was also somewhat surprised. He thought Gentiane would be able to contact Hellen.

But now it seems... maybe not...

"Why don't you go to the workshop and try to contact her with that Griffin communicator? I'll finish welding these boards and come over to help you ask. Go find M1911, she knows how to use the Griffin communicator, or M1 Garand is fine too."

Gentiane nodded worriedly, frowning, obviously not in a good mood.