Capítulo 259: Chapter 259: Already Quite Cheap

Upon hearing the gunshots, Kyle and his companions rushed over, but upon seeing the armed bodies, they remained silent.

While this commission was within the city, not every urban area was as peaceful as a utopia; such attacks were not uncommon.

After this ordeal, the latter half of the night went smoothly.

The group patrolled in pairs, rotating back and forth, while Gentiane lay somewhat dazed in the tent, battling insomnia.

Just closing her eyes brought back memories of armed militants lying in pools of blood.

The next morning, Gentiane emerged from the tent with heavy black circles under her eyes.

Meanwhile, Renault and his group had already arisen, and the exhibition hall was bustling with activity.

It seemed that last night's events hadn't affected the exhibition at all; everything was running smoothly.

"Not going to rest a bit more?"

Renault asked as Gentiane approached, sitting calmly with a cup in hand.

"The mission is more important," she replied.

"Suit yourself, but don't blame me if you collapse halfway through,"

Renault remarked casually.

Hesitating for a moment, Gentiane decided not to return to sleep, feeling awkward since Renault was already present.

Instead, she brought out a chair and sat beside him, mimicking his posture and watching the direction of the exhibition hall.

However, she soon began nodding off, prompting Renault to instruct Papasha to bring a blanket from the tent to cover her. It was only a little past six in the morning, still several hours before the exhibition officially started.

A brief nap wouldn't hurt.

As time passed, employees from various companies arrived at the venue one after another.

The small square outside the exhibition became lively, but Gentiane continued to sleep deeply, perhaps because Papasha were nearby.

It wasn't until the exhibition was about to start that Gentiane was awakened by the sound of helicopters carrying guests arriving. By then, Renault had already left her side, and the only ones with her were FN-49 and MP40, who had taken over.

"Commander, you're awake!"

FN-49, busy flipping ingredients in a frying pan, exclaimed in surprise when she saw Gentiane suddenly wake up.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Gentiane asked, nodding and looking around.

"About three hours? Commander, wait a moment; breakfast will be ready soon!"

Looking at the ingredients in the frying pan and the tableware already prepared, Gentiane couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. It was totally different from her training days.

"Where's Commander Renault?"

Looking at the tempting breakfast or lunch in front of her, Gentiane turned to see MP40 sitting on a crate nearby.

"That Commander went over there to, uh, observe the people arriving by helicopter. He should be back soon," MP40 replied, glancing uncertainly into the distance.

She wasn't sure what Renault was doing over there, but it seemed like he was just standing there smoking.

"Okay," Gentiane nodded and sighed before picking up the tableware.

She could now see that this commission was just a money grab for Griffin and Renault. Although they did eliminate a few suspicious individuals last night, during the day, aside from patrolling around the venue, they seemed to have nothing else to do.

Before long, Renault strolled back. Seeing Gentiane still vigilant, he waved his hand. "No need to be so tense. This is just the first day. Even if something happens, it won't be today."

"Huh? Why would anything happen?" Gentiane, struggling with a piece of toast, was puzzled by Renault's words. He seemed so sure that something would happen.

"It's just a possibility; after all, with so few security contractors responsible for maintaining the venue's security, it's unlikely that nothing will happen," Renault explained. "Testing soft spots is common; the company exhibiting this time, Molozov, was undoubtedly one."

This company had recently been revealed to have lost a mech.

Now, coincidentally, they were holding an exhibition. The individuals who had been eyeing them before wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.

Renault suddenly remembered why the name Molozov sounded so familiar.

It was because he had stolen a mech from a gang not long ago, and the engine cover clearly bore the name of this company.

He had spent quite some time converting that thing into a scuffed SCV; it would be strange if he wasn't familiar with it.

And the organizer of this exhibition was Molozov.

They were probably planning to showcase several mechs they had recently developed at the exhibition, hoping to fetch a good price and turn around their company's decline.

Unfortunately, they were quite poor; this was probably one of the reasons Griffin had refused their commission before.

After all, the reward was only sixty million. Compared to the mechs they would exhibit at the exhibition, it was a drop in the bucket.

Not to mention that those mechs were equipped with a series of advanced weapons.

If they could get their hands on those mechs, even if they didn't sell the mechs themselves, just selling the technology or advanced components on the mech would be enough to make people ignore Kyle, an obscure security contractor.

Not to mention that this company had lost a mech before.

Did they have no idea how the mech was lost?

Now, they were actually holding a live exhibition in this remote station with hardly any protection. It was practically handing people an opportunity.

Gentiane nodded solemnly, realizing that Renault had a point.

"Should we request backup from G&K HQ?" she asked.

"Huh? Of course not. Do as much as the money allows. It's just that I didn't set the price too high; otherwise, Griffin would have at least doubled or tripled the commission fee."

"Cheap? Are you sure?" Gentiane twitched her eyes as she questioned.