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"There's actually a residential area in this neighborhood? I can't believe these guys still dare to live in this kind of area. Aren't they afraid that Sangvis will rush over and raid them all?"
Looking at the town not far away, UMP45 also said with some surprise.
"Probably there are still some important facilities here, or these people don't have the means to leave this place. This place just looks like it's a little hard to get around." HK416 said as he surveyed the small town in the middle of the basin below.
The only thing that could get in and out of this place besides an insignificant looking highway was a railroad, one that was built by Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, but now that railroad had been vandalized.
It was also a good thing that this place wasn't a transportation hub, and Sangvis's mastermind couldn't think of commanding dolls to come over and overhaul the railroad over here for a while. While the inconspicuous highway was filled with quite a bit of debris crashing down on the part of the coiled mountain, the way in and out of the place was just about blocked up.
"Probably." UMP45 shrugged her shoulders.
The size of this town wasn't too big; there shouldn't be too many residents in it, and at a glance, she could see that there were several airfields in the town where helicopters could be parked. So if all the people who lived here were rich, she thought that it wouldn't be difficult to evacuate from here.
They still live here, probably because they think that this place won't attract the attention of Sangvis or the military.
After all, if they stay here, these rich people can still be their own rich family, but if they leave this place, in the end, how much of the property that they have saved up for their whole life will still be left is unknown.
"Have you brought everything? Vera, by the way, help me see if there's anything wrong with the drone footage." MDR said towards the small reporter beside her while checking the items in the carry-on bag.
Since the last time MDR asked, the little reporter had thought about it for two days and borrowed several books from the other doll side and read them over and over again before she came up with a name for herself.
"Flush flush, the drone footage looks normal, but the light outside is a little less than bright, and the settings on the auto exposure system seem a little off."
"Then hurry up and set it up, it's about to land." MDR said as she pulled out her imprinted weapon under Vera's somewhat alarmed gaze, skillfully pulling the bolt open and checking it over, then directly loading a pressurized magazine.
"Okay! Ready!"
"Eh... MDR? We should just be making a delivery this time, right? Why..."
"Why do we still need to bring a gun? Hey ah, this kind of small matter is something you dont need to dwell on. Although now I'm no longer counted as a 'tactical' doll, this duty still has to be done well."
If she was paralyzed by carelessness, Renault would not hesitate to punish her.
Moreover, in a place like this, where even a proper quarantine facility was far away, there was no telling what might happen, so it was better to consider all possible situations from the beginning rather than wait until something happened to make preparations.
Renault said that this time the employer has already paid in advance and they only need to transport the goods. One by one, all are fragile goods. When in action, they must not make a single mistake.
"This job..." Hearing MDR say this, Vera just remembered.
But isn't this job...
After living on the ship for so many days, she had completely forgotten that Renault is a security contractor...
"That's not right. How come I heard that this time it's just to come over here to deliver to a few rich families?" UMP40 was also walking over at this time, similarly clutching her imprinted weapon in her hand.
Just now, after Renault told them to gather, he had already said that it was clearly just a simple delivery, and those canned goods in the warehouse weren't fragile goods. She had just watched the Rippers stuff those canned goods into the supplies box when they were boxing and packing them up.
"Heya, the delivery was just incidental. You just ran to the stockroom after hearing only the first half, the second half is the point!"
"Uhm, what kind of cargo is that exactly?"
"I don't know, Renault didn't say, but according to the client, it should be very valuable stuff. I heard that the price offered this time is very generous." MDR twisted her fingers as she spoke.
"That said... but, it seems that we are not short of money now, right?" UMP40 walked while scratching her head strangely. The small amount of debt she owed before had already been paid off a long time ago, and she still had quite a lot saved on hand now, so it could be said that she wasn't short of money at all.
Although it hadn't reached the level of being able to buy a house and land, for herself, that amount of money she was afraid she wouldn't be able to spend it all for a long time.
If it was in Griffin, most of the daily expenses needed to spend money, so most of the money in the doll pocket can't be saved, unknowingly consuming all the money. If it is like RFB, who is keen on buying games, or like SPAS-12, who can't stop eating, the speed of spending money will only be faster.
But Renault's side was different.
Most of her daily food and clothing were able to be self-produced, and now even her clothes were able to be ready made with the help of P90. She really couldn't think of what exactly she could spend all this money in her pocket on.
"How can anyone have not have too much money! Besides, you have all been idle for such a long time, you have to find something to do, right?"
As they spoke, several people also came to the hangar of the airship.
Naturally, there was no large open space in this town that could accommodate the landing of an airship, so they, the dolls who needed to go out on a mission, could only go down in Simonov's gunship.
At this time, the Rippers had already moved the prepared goods into the gunship cabin, eight full-sized boxes of supplies, half of which were canned goods, the other half was the flour milled from the wheat that hadn't been consumed.
Although it looks like quite a lot, it's obviously not for the residents of this entire town. But it may be, after all, the buildings here one by one are not small, maybe it is the density of residents here is relatively low.
"Well, I'm finally felt that bit of being security contractor, but us changing our bag of ammunition is really strange."
"Yeah, it's weird, and there's only one type of round, so what if we can't get it right?" Super-Shorty looked helplessly at the white bag of bullets in the chamber.
I'm afraid that this thing is just for show...
"Be happy if you can use it, the commander is probably taking care of your mood. Otherwise, where would this thing be used? Think about it, the commander is always chopping people with his axe!" Standing outside the hatch of the gunship, P90 waved her hand and gestured a chopping motion with an axe.
Looking at P90's exaggerated movements, M870 and Super-Shorty in the cabin all subconsciously frowned.
No wonder they only gave one sack of rounds...
First, a warning shot, and the next one is a head shot, right?