MTLNOVEL Chapter 477: Chapter 477: This Isn't What We Agreed On!
"Forget it. It's just a waste of resources."
Renault raised his hand and swatted away UMP45's hand trying to activate the Jupiter Cannon, giving her a disdainful look.
He really couldn't figure out what the benefit of firing the Jupiter Cannon would be. Sure, it might be satisfying, but then they'd have heaps of trouble to deal with later.
Inside that black market stronghold, there were not only residents but also people like him who came to buy things or hire others for work.
If they just blasted the roof off that city with the Jupiter Cannon, there would likely be thousands of casualties.
Of course, now that they were already out, if they hadn't managed to escape in time, UMP45's move would have been appropriate, but it's unnecessary now. They've all come back, and those guys won't be able to catch up even if they wanted to.
Next time... they won't come back here. It's really not a good place. He had originally planned to check out the environment here and, if it was decent, bring his dolls out for a stroll.
But now, it seems that this idea is out of the question. Not to mention the black market manager who already has a grudge against them, just the constant surveillance by those ubiquitous doll traffickers is annoying enough.
It's a case of the thief fearing the thief...
AR15, at this moment, was checking her wounds somewhat helplessly. "Really. It was us just going out to buy something, but we caused quite a commotion."
Who knows what absurd things might happen in the future.
Although this battle didn't last long, maybe about ten minutes in total, AR15 felt that this time was even scarier than when she was pursued and intercepted by the Sangvis Ferri along with the AR Team before.
Especially when being chased by those humans, she could always feel an inexplicable and uncomfortable feeling emanating from them.
She wonders if it's because Renault violated the regulations and adjusted their biosynthetic perception systems beyond the normal range for dolls.
"It's nothing much. We didn't kill many people from start to finish, much better than last time." HK416 said as she walked past AR15. She headed towards Renault's workspace, her arm and leg unavoidably grazed by bullets.
Now they had to hurry to repair the damaged synthetic skin. Having gotten used to this highly sensitive perception system, even a slight damage made her feel uncomfortable all over.
Of course, AR15 and Nagant Revolver also had some inconspicuous scars on them. Nagant Revolver and P38 had already gone to repair them, while AR15 felt that these minor injuries didn't matter at all.
Plus, Renault hadn't said anything about her repairing...
'It seems that Renault didn't tell HK416 and Nagant Revolver to repair either, nevermind any costs... This is really quite free...'
AR15 had originally intended to go back to her dorm directly, but she changed her mind and walked towards Renault's workspace. When she left the bridge, she happened to hear UMP45 complaining to Renault about how boring it was to drive the spaceship.
"We almost got a few Rippers damaged by those doll traffickers. Are we just going to run away like this?"
"For now, that's the plan. After all, those doll traffickers have been reduced to rubble by MP5 and the others. There's no way to trace which faction those guys belong to."
"Tch, I should have gone out with 416."
"If you had gone out, there would have been no one to pilot this ship."
"Uh-huh, that's right. So, can't we find someone else to pilot it?"
"No one is as reliable as you. You stay here and watch, I'll go see to those Rippers." With that, Renault left UMP45 alone on the bridge and headed to his workspace.
UMP45, sitting in the pilot seat, shrugged her shoulders and sat boredly in the chair, spinning around a few times.
...
"Is the communication connected?"
"Um... it should be connected... probably?"
"What do you mean, probably? Can't you be more certain? Why are you being so careless with me?"
"Well, the connection is established, but the agent on the other side, Helianthus, said they're busy right now and don't have time for this kind of small commission."
"Small... well, it looks like the Griffin family is too big to be bothered with our little business. Did you find the contact information for that security contractor from before?"
"We did, it's just a small security contractor, and the registration method is a bit irregular. Most importantly... their registration cost seems to be only ten dollars."
"Ten... forget it, it's just a security contractor anyway. Their qualifications have nothing to do with us. As long as they can retrieve the items, whether they're rogue mercenaries or regular security contractors doesn't matter."
After all, their visit to the black market stronghold was originally to find hired guns. That irregular security contracting company and the people they found in the black market were all in the same boat.
"The name is Renault Security Contracting Firm. They previously took on a transport line security task near Neo Odessa for a while, and their price wasn't low. It's said that they have even received commissions from Statesec before, seemingly to search for things in polluted areas."
"And the specifics?"
"Um, the first commission was to retrieve monitoring data from the polluted area's port city, but the second commission from Statesec was encrypted, so we couldn't find out through our channels what it was about. But what we can confirm is that the commission location was also in the polluted area."
"And this? So, that guy even completed some top-secret tasks for Statesec? And all of them successfully?"
The man's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
He didn't care about the Statesec's tasks at all, but the experience of performing tasks in the polluted area match their requirements perfectly, didn't it?
"That's correct."
"Then contact them!"
"But they just ran out of this stronghold. They probably won't turn back, right?"
"Turn back? Why turn back? If they don't come, can't we go to them? They're in the business of doing business, can that guy drive customers away?" Straightening his collar and tie, the man spoke excitedly.
This troublesome task had been dragging him on for nearly three months, and now he finally saw a glimmer of hope!
And just as they were about to have business come knocking, Renault received a call from Helianthus.
"What's up?" Holding the phone with his neck, Renault took out his tools and started dismantling one of the Rippers.
The disassembled Ripper looked like she was about to cry...
This isn't what MP40 promised! Wasn't it agreed that he wouldn't dismantle us?!