"Your business seems to be booming, with warehouses and all," Renault and his group arrived at a warehouse enclosed by various iron fences, following the Doll trafficker who wasn't moving fast.
This enormous warehouse looked like a Doll graveyard, with all sorts of Doll parts strewn about like trash.
Most of these stone-like objects were the neural cores of Dolls that had been destroyed.
With the densely packed quantity, there were probably thousands of them. This was probably why IOP, the Doll manufacturer, had prospered for so many years.
Just within the territory of one Doll trafficker, so many autonomous Dolls had been disassembled into various parts for sale. Thinking about other cities, where such groups of Doll traffickers were everywhere, one could imagine the living conditions of Dolls.
"Hey! Lallov! Why are you in such a sorry state! Ha! I can't believe just a few Dolls could beat you up like this!" After the leader of the Doll traffickers fled into his warehouse in panic, it wasn't long before someone held him at gunpoint and forced him out of the warehouse.
"Vincent! You bastard! How dare you do this now!?" Lallov roared in shock, but looking at the bodies lying in the warehouse and the weapons these guys were holding...
It all indicated that... His turf had been seized!
Seeing the scene at the warehouse entrance,
Renault and his group couldn't help but halt their steps. Renault even lit a cigarette, smiling as he watched the Doll traffickers putting on a little drama.
"Huh! You fool! Didn't you see the few Dolls following me!?" Lallov spread his arms, somewhat hysterically.
Yet, the people in front of him were Doll traffickers from other factions. He had no way out now!
"Hmph! It's just a few Dolls! We're different from you! All you do is foolishly send a group to capture Dolls. It's already a new era; why not use some high-tech gadgets?" Vincent scoffed. Then he waved his hand, and his subordinates dragged out a device from the warehouse, with numerous coils and thick cables connected to it.
Seeing this device, Lallov's eyes widened. He saw Vincent press the switch of the device without hesitation!
Hum!
A hair-raising wave swept through Renault and his group. Renault frowned and glanced at the Dolls beside him.
He wasn't worried about Simonov and the others; he had already modified his own Dolls to resist EMP. This level of electromagnetic interference had no effect at all.
The problem lay with UMP45 and the others, as well as HK416 and the autonomous Doll she carried.
He was somewhat uncertain whether these guys could withstand this level of electromagnetic interference. However, seeing UMP9's clueless expression and UMP45's calm demeanor, he guessed that these two had probably undergone special modifications. This level of electromagnetic interference shouldn't cause them to malfunction.
HK416 was okay, not directly malfunctioning, but she frowned, obviously uncomfortable.
The only problem was the autonomous Doll carried by HK416. Faced with this level of electromagnetic interference, it immediately malfunctioned, and if left in this interference, it might even burn out its internal components or, worse, cause the neural core to melt.
"I didn't stir up such a big mess just to have you come out and slap me in the face!" Renault angrily threw away his cigarette and pulled out a grenade launcher from under his coat, loading three frag grenades into it with nimble fingers!
With a click, he pushed the pump-action handle forward aiming at the device at the warehouse entrance, and launched a grenade!
Standing at the warehouse entrance, Vincent, who had been eagerly waiting to see Renault's Dolls fall to the ground and malfunction, was suddenly stunned when he saw Renault's swift action.
"Ah!?"
He never expected Renault to pull out a grenade launcher from under his coat!
Boom!
Before this guy could react, the grenade launched by Renault had already smashed into the electromagnetic interference device and exploded!
Renault didn't stop there; he quickly loaded two more grenades of different colors from the cylindrical magazine into the launcher and shot them towards the Doll traffickers in front of the warehouse!
"Ah!"
After the successive explosions, cries of agony rang out from these Doll traffickers.
With the electromagnetic interference device destroyed, HK416 also returned to normal. However, before she could relax, she saw Renault not stopping at all. He loaded three more grenades of different colors into the launcher, and even after chambering a round, he stuffed a red grenade into the magazine.
"Ah, it seems we're off the hook now. Sometimes I wonder if I'm still a Tactical Doll. Every time it's the commander blowing things up left and right, making us seem like we're only good for mopping up," Simonov sighed helplessly.
"Yeah, maybe next time we should try some other weapons?" P38 looked at the grenade launcher in Renault's hand and then at her assault rifle. She felt that nowadays, ordinary light weapons couldn't showcase their strength in front of Renault.
"You guys... you're all a bunch of freaks!" Seeing Simonov and the others ignore the extremely tragic scene ahead as if it were nothing, HK416, enduring the discomfort in her mind, closed her eyes and sighed.
Meanwhile, UMP45 had already closed her eyes early, pretending to sleep on P90's back. Some things were better left unseen.
"Just consuming some old ammunition, no need to make a fuss," Renault's words hit HK416's mind like a sledgehammer.
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