Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Gang Operation
*Thud!*
The sound of the hand axe cleaving the back of the Doll trafficker's head reverberated loudly among the bystanders. Once Renault initiated the action, there was no intention of halting. He swiftly kicked another trafficker in the knee, forcing them to kneel, while simultaneously aiming the gun at the back of their head.
Bang!
The consecutive shots left no room for the traffickers to react. Renault discharged all twenty bullets in the magazine within seconds, each one finding its mark on a vital spot.
After a few shots, the traffickers finally sprang into action scrambling to retaliate.
However, Renault had already anticipated their positions. Not a single bullet was wasted. Some unfortunate individuals were struck multiple times due to bullet over-penetration.
In mere seconds, all twenty traffickers encircling P38 and the others lay dead.
"Scram!"
As the gunfire subsided, the surrounding crowd erupted into panicked screams, fleeing the street. One by one, the shop doors closed, except for the one where P38 and the others were stationed. The shop owner trembled beneath the counter, too frightened to emerge.
Renault wiped his hand axe and tucked it behind him. He asked Simonov for a magazine to reload his SKS.
"Are all the orders placed?" he inquired.
"Yes, they are. Payment has been made," P38 nodded. This shop wasn't the last stop, but whatever remained could easily be found elsewhere.
"Good." Renault nodded, placing his gun on the counter and tapping it.
"Don't kill me! I'm not with those guys! Please don't kill me!" The shop owner pleaded from beneath the counter.
"I know that, but if you don't come out from there, I can't guarantee anything," Renault replied.
Upon hearing this, the shop owner cautiously emerged, noticing Renault's SKS on the counter and the blood stains on his hands. He nearly fainted again.
"Did you forget my order?" Renault asked, pulling out his phone and jotting down a list on a piece of paper from the counter.
"No! No! Absolutely not! I remember! I'll have everything delivered to the airport before noon!" the shop owner hastily assured.
"Good. Take this list. I've bought quite a bit from these shops. Make sure they deliver everything by noon. If not, I'll personally visit them in the afternoon. Also, buy two tons of flour from somewhere and have it delivered by noon as well. I've already transferred the money to you. Understand?" Renault instructed.
The shop owner nodded vigorously, eager to comply.
With the matter settled, Renault left the shop. But as soon as he stepped outside, he heard footsteps approaching—a chaotic mix, clearly not the usual guards.
Sure enough, a group of people wearing various outfits and carrying an assortment of weapons were advancing towards them.
"That's the guy! The one in the coat over there!" one tall, thin man among them shouted, pointing at Renault.
"And those Dolls! They're all illegal!" another Doll trafficker, carrying a device, shouted, pointing at HK416 and the others.
"Huh! What do you mean 'Doll or not'! Get rid of that kid! Don't they know this is our turf!?" the muscular man called the leader, lifted his gun without hesitation.
Ratatatatat!
Without a word from Renault, Simonov and P38 raised their AK15s and opened fire.
The traffickers, charging with determination, never expected the Tactical Dolls to open fire without a word from their master. They had planned to shoot the man in the coat and leave the Dolls bewildered, but things didn't go as planned.
The bullets from Simonov and P38's AK15s mowed down the traffickers without mercy, causing them to fall in droves. These traffickers, who usually bullied defenseless Dolls, had never seen such a hail of bullets before, even during clashes with other gangs.
The fearless doll traffickers finally witnessed the true power of Tactical Dolls. With nearly every bullet hitting its target, they were completely helpless.
The leader of the traffickers, seeing Simonov and P38 firing, immediately turned and fled behind the other traffickers. He wore a thick bulletproof vest, which absorbed several shots from Simonov without penetration, causing him to stumble but not fall.
"Let's go, follow him," Renault waved his hand, leading the group of Dolls after the fleeing trafficker.
HK416's mind was in turmoil. She never imagined that the security contractor Renault whom she had met before, would be such a reckless person.
"You're screwed now. Once you're on this ship, there's no getting off," UMP45, carried by P90, said somewhat helplessly.
They knew each other, but UMP45 didn't expect HK416 to end up like this.
However, to UMP45's surprise, HK416 seemed not to hear her words. Instead, she glared hatefully at P90, who carried her on her back, teeth clenched. "MDR! Why the hell are you here!?" she exclaimed.
"Um... cough! You've got the wrong person. I'm P90, not MDR. MDR is still at home playing with her phone..." P90 replied nervously, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.
She couldn't understand why she had impulsively taken MDR's clothes and ended up being mistaken for her. Even if she had RFB's clothes now, she didn't want to be mistaken like this!
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