MTLNOVEL Chapter 470: Chapter 470: All Purchased
"You got these through robbery?"
Renault raised an eyebrow at P38's haul. Normally, wouldn't they be delivered directly to the coastline?
"How could that be? We've already paid for them! But those scoundrels refused to deliver! Not only that, they even called a bunch of thugs to come and try to rob us!" Nagant Revolver exclaimed indignantly upon hearing Renault's question, as if feeling deeply wronged.
Unfortunately, the wad of cash she was waving around exposed the fact that not only did she not suffer any losses, but she even made a profit from those guys.
"Alright, enough chatter. Did you take care of those people?"
"Take care? What!? "
Drake, standing behind Nagant Revolver, was taken aback when he heard Renault's question!
He quickly jumped in front of Renault. "Calm down! Calm down! Nagant Revolver and the others are fine! Those guys have all been knocked out!"
Wow! He immediately mentioned dealing with those guys! Who exactly is this person!? Can't he be a little more considerate!?
"Alright." Renault shrugged noncommittally, watching Drake's almost tearful expression.
But he guessed those guys probably wouldn't face the consequences themselves. Most likely, they would bring people over to cause trouble.
And Nagant Revolver and P38 were very conspicuous. If someone wanted to find them, it would be easy. The only question was how long it would take for those guys to show up.
Seeing Renault halt his steps, Drake also breathed a sigh of relief. Nagant Revolver and the others, however, noticed AR15 talking to Persica. "Is that Persica from 16lab talking to AR15?"
"Of course, who else would it be?"
If it were someone else, AR15 wouldn't be speaking so softly over there.
She wasn't even frowning; that's already good enough.
"Uh, Commander, Persica is quite famous in the black market. It seems we've already attracted attention." Upon hearing Renault say this, P38 couldn't help but sigh.
As she spoke, she glanced around. Those lurking around were just some Doll traffickers; there wasn't any professional hiding technique involved.
"I've noticed. Don't worry about those guys. If anyone dares to come over, just deal with them directly. There's nothing to worry about." Renault waved his hand. His spaceship was in the deep waters near the coastline.
Two Jupiter cannons had already been installed on it before he came out, one was already installed, and the other was still being rushed by Scarecrow.
But considering the time, it should be almost finished.
If something went wrong on their end, UMP45, who was left at home, could quickly fly the ship directly above this city, allowing the city's manager to taste what it felt like for Griffin to be hit by artillery fire and have the roof of their base torn off.
Moreover, because the attack was from the air to the ground, and Renault had already modified the power supply system of the Jupiter cannon, not only was the accuracy of the attack enhanced, but even the speed of the attack far exceeded that of the Jupiter cannon on Sangvis' side.
Although there were only two Jupiter cannons on the ship now, and this city in the black market was much larger than Griffin's base, it was enough to frighten the people in the black market base.
As for whether this city had anti-aircraft firepower?
Is there even a need to ask? There must be some, but whether they could hit the edges of his own ship was uncertain.
"Alright, here's my current number. If there's anything else, feel free to call me anytime." On the other side, AR15 didn't notice the situation on Renault's side.
After sending her new phone number to Persica, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, although I've been expecting this day to come, I didn't expect it to come so soon. But then again, the signal on the phone you're using is really good. Normally, it should be impossible to contact the southern Red Sea from such distance..."
After jotting down AR15's phone number, Persica noticed the difference in AR15's phone and began to think about how to crack this technology for her own use.
After all, if there was such communication technology among dolls, the efficiency of the Zener Protocol and the Neural Cloud Diagram could be greatly improved.
Seeing Persica immersed in her research again, AR15 helplessly hung up the call.
But she felt as if she had lifted a burden, and even her expression was much lighter.
"It seems like you're in a good mood. But thanks to you, we've already attracted attention, so be more vigilant later. Otherwise, you'll have to go back and patch yourself up manually." Seeing AR15 still smiling, HK416 also smiled and spoke.
Nanomaterials used to repair doll biomimetic skin were also on this cargo list. If there was a battle later, if they weren't careful enough, they might end up with a few more bullet holes on their bodies.
Although it wouldn't threaten their lives, damaged biomimetic skin was the biggest crisis for them.
After all, once the biomimetic skin was damaged, the tactile system couldn't function properly.
Unless they were willing to endure the pain or tolerate the terrible sensation of having no sensation in multiple areas of their bodies.
"A patch? Uh... So, is this the main reason why you guys dress so heavily?"
Looking at HK416 and the other two Doll's clothing, which almost covered all of their biomimetic skin, AR15 suddenly felt a little helpless as she looked down at her own coat and dress underneath.
Couldn't they have reminded her of this sooner?
There are so many bulletproof vests and stab-resistant clothing at home. If she had put them on before coming out, there wouldn't have been so many problems now.
"It's better to experience these things firsthand." HK416 smirked.
"Forget it."
As the two of them spoke, they walked up to Renault, who was currently on the phone, and P90, MP40, and MP5 were waiting at the coastline to confirm if the goods had been delivered.
After confirming that all the goods had been delivered as listed, Renault nodded in satisfaction at Drake, then turned to Nagant Revolver. "Is there anything else left on the list that hasn't been bought?"
Hearing this, Nagant Revolver patted the bag in P38's hand. "This is the last thing. We've bought everything we needed this time. Commander, are we retreating?"