Transmigrator Commander of Girls Frontline must not be a Reckless man

"If it weren't for the occasional gunfire and screams, this city would look pretty nice. I mean, at least these buildings here," Nagant spoke, eating meatballs while glancing at the buildings along the way.

Just after arriving, it was one shop after another, running around, without the chance to observe the city up close.

"What's the point of just looking at buildings? They're just ordinary buildings, and other cities have them too. It's just that the cities we've been to before weren't as prosperous as this one," P38 said, looking around.

Since Drake left, there have been people following them, but just because they're in the city, those guys haven't made a move.

When Drake left, although he did take away a few tails that were following him, it was only a few.

Now there are at least dozens of people following them, and it's impossible for all of them to belong to the same faction. It's unexpected that just coming here to buy something would attract so many people...

"Why didn't we buy materials from IOP this time? Last time, the ammunition and materials for making ammunition were purchased from IOP, right?" HK416 also asked curiously.

"Because it's expensive."

Although the batch of replenished ammunition and ammunition-making materials had already been negotiated with Griffin's internal prices through Helian, Renault still found it a bit expensive.

In the future, it's better to buy less directly from IOP.

He's not like G&K, who has a big business and a big backer behind it. In small business dealings such as his, he should use as little of his savings as possible.

And some of the metal materials purchased this time are definitely not something IOP would sell externally, and whether IOP can even get them is questionable.

"That's a simple and straightforward answer." HK416 shook her head.

AR15, on the other hand, was vigilant all around, but her attention was different from that of P38 and Nagant.

She was focused on the direction they were heading.

After all, in addition to the guys watching them on both sides, there were also many people on the road ahead staring at them with unfriendly eyes.

Apparently, Renault's behavior of leading four beautiful T-Dolls has earned him quite a bit of resentment. Even though this is a black market, it's impossible for everyone to have four Tactical Dolls accompanying them wherever they go like Renault.

"The gate ahead seems to be closed. Could those guys have already found out about our previous actions?" Looking at the closed gate ahead, AR15 had a bad feeling.

"I don't know about that. They shouldn't have found out, otherwise they wouldn't just be waiting for us at the gate. But we can't stroll around leisurely anymore. Have you forgotten how to sprint?"

"Of course not, I just changed my body, I'm not incapable of running." AR15 raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised at Renault's jesting at such a time.

Of course, she can still run, but her movements won't be as smooth as before.

Without various auxiliary modules attached to the root protocols, and with this body feeling completely different, she probably needs a few days to adapt if she wants to control it finely.

"Stop! Where are you guys from... get out of the way!"

Just as Renault and a few Tactical Dolls approached the gate, several guards there immediately smirked and asked Renault.

But before they could finish their words, these guards saw Renault casually pull out a grenade launcher from under his coat!

The sight of that almost palm-thick launcher tube made all the hairs on their bodies stand on end!

Boom!

Boom!

Renault wasn't going to play any games with these people. The malice emanating from these guards was so thick that he, not being blind, could easily tell that these guys were intentionally causing trouble.

Especially since these guys' eyes were almost blatantly looking over his T-Dolls, they were just short of directly asking Renault to hand over ownership of these Tactical Dolls.

Renault had no intention of listening to their disgusting words, let alone hearing them.

Finally finding a place and buying all the materials he needed, he was feeling happy. Can't he have a little less trouble? Can't these disgusting people just stay away?

These guards weren't idiots either. After seeing the grenade launcher in Renault's hand, they immediately roared and rushed to the side of the gate.

Unfortunately, the grenades in Renault's hand were aimed directly at their faces, no matter how they dodged to the sides, the grenades would definitely land on their faces or the back of their heads.

Boom!

Just as Renault didn't hesitate to act, HK416 also followed suit, pulling out her own grenade launcher and firing a shot towards the hiding place of those guards.

"Ahhh!"

A few scattered screams came from that direction, indicating that some lucky guys hadn't fallen under the two grenades.

"But how do we open this gate? P38, do you know?" Ignoring the groans and struggles of the black market guards lying on the ground, Nagant stepped forward and looked at the gate in front of her.

Although it looks similar to the gate they saw before, the gate over there is manually controlled, with a mechanical switch nearby.

But this gate in front of them is different. The guard posts are on both sides of the gate, and there are no control consoles or anything similar near the gate.

In other words, to open these gates, they need the permission of the black market manager to pass through here.

But for Tactical Dolls, this kind of thing is completely trivial.

Especially for Electronic Warfare Tactical Dolls, without the restrictions of underlying protocols, they can go wherever they want. After all, not having to worry about those rigid underlying protocols will immediately improve the level of electronic warfare tactics.

Who cares if many of the things Tactical Dolls do in electronic warfare are illegal?

"Of course, I've learned a thing or two from MDR and UMP40!" P38 said somewhat proudly.

And as she spoke, she didn't make any moves. The gate that had been tightly closed suddenly began to open on both sides.

Seeing the gate open, AR15 couldn't help but feel relieved, but the black market manager over here didn't sit idle either.

Just as the gate had barely opened thirty centimeters, it began to slowly close again!

"Huh?! Why is it closing again! P38, your skills are far from mastered!"