Capítulo 260: Chapter 260: Enemy at the Door?
Gentiane, preoccupied with thoughts about her official salary after joining, and Renault, not focusing on the surroundings of the venue, neither of them had their minds on the situation around the venue.
With HK416 patrolling, Renault wasn't worried about any mishaps, allowing him to handle Helian's frequent short messages.
He was starting to regret giving his modified phone to Helian...
Angelia would only call directly in urgent situations, but Helian kept sending several messages every few minutes, asking this and that.
He already felt unable to face Helian's serious face everytime he looks at her messages and her holographic image everytime.
However, Helian wasn't just chatting with Renault; she also sent him many useful messages about the identities of the material suppliers.
Of course, these were just superficial information.
Griffin didn't have the authority to investigate as thoroughly as the boss might, but she was just an agent.
And Renault didn't need more.
He only needed to know where to buy cheap materials. The complex network of relationships behind the other party had nothing to do with him.
However, in the past two days of the exhibition, there were almost no major material entrepreneurs.
There were only a few small ones. They could buy, but the quantity of materials they had was too small and couldn't meet the demand.
Moreover, these guys had no way to transport the goods into the Red Zone.
As soon as they heard that the delivery location was in the Red Zone, they shook their heads like drums, fearing they would be eaten by the ELID infected in the Red Zone.
Really, he wasn't asking them to send people directly into the Red Zone.
Couldn't they find drivers or androids? Or were they afraid their transportation vehicles would be hijacked?
Those material manufacturers who refused Renault's transaction request did think so.
After all, the Red Zone was different from the Green Zone. If something happened in the Green Zone, at least they could find someone to help.
But in the Red Zone... Forget it, besides the shareholders of Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing who set up factories in the Red Zone just to make money, who else dared to send doll units into the Red Zone casually?
Those rampaging Sangvis Ferri droids were like karma standing there now. Griffin was already at a loss, let alone these small business people.
This matter couldn't be intervened in, no need to say anything. But Renault didn't give up.
Because there were no important targets in the first two days, the most important thing was the people who came on the third day, as the organizers only arranged for a real machine demonstration on the third day.
Those more powerful buyers would obviously prefer to come on the third day.
While visiting the exhibition, they could also see specific machine demonstrations to further evaluate the value of the weapons at the exhibition.
Watching Renault systematically patrol, eating and drinking as usual every day, Gentiane also relaxed a bit.
But when she thought of Renault's previous certainty that something would definitely happen here, she couldn't calm down.
It was only a pity that Papasha and the others, after getting to know AK47 and the others, completely let go and have fun, especially Papasha and MG3.
One joined AK47, holding vodka in hand, and was only awake for half the day. The other joined UMP9, eating heartily.
At least half of the food supplies brought by Renault had been eaten by these two.
Only FN-49, who was relatively normal, teamed up with G3 to form a cooking duo, thinking all day about how to make delicious meals with limited ingredients.
Gentiane sighed helplessly. Fortunately, the appetites of her three T-Dolls were still relatively normal. Even MG3 didn't have the terrifying appetite that UMP9 have. Just the supplies consumed by a dozen dolls over the past two days amounted to a considerable sum.
She was already a bit worried whether she could feed these T-dolls under her command after taking office. She wondered how high the salary of the Griffin commander really was...
As the night of the second day of the exhibition quietly passed, Gentiane also got up early from the folding bed in the tent.
Today was the most important day. Whether she could pass her probation depended on today.
Of course, it didn't surprise her that Renault had already gotten up before her.
She also noticed that Renault never seemed to intend to take off his equipment, and he was surprisingly disciplined every day.
He was like a clockwork toy, getting up and starting to work on time.
Compared to the past two days, the morning of the third day was much quieter. There were fewer vehicles arriving before the exhibition started, much fewer than the previous days.
This situation seemed a bit different from what Renault had said. He had said confidently that the third day would have the most people.
But the fact didn't make Gentiane doubt for too long. Just a few hours later, the sound of helicopters rang out in the sky.
In the past two days, there were all kinds of vehicles coming and going, with only occasional helicopters arriving.
But today's situation was exactly the opposite. There weren't many people coming by car, but there were many helicopters.
For this reason, the organizers even deliberately brought in a lot of ground crew and corresponding equipment.
Of course, free refueling was out of the question.
Aviation fuel was ridiculously expensive these days.
With more people, Renault couldn't continue to laze around.
He left UMP45 and SPAS-12 to guard near the helicopters and took Gentiane to stroll around the area where the helicopters landed.
The dolls didn't come near here.
After all, the doll units under Renault's command were all fully armed, and it might scare these timid wealthy people if they got too close.
Just by looking at the bodyguards they brought, it was clear.
There wasn't a single tactical doll produced by IOP among them.
Obviously, while IOP's tactical dolls and regular dolls were selling well recently, the situation was just the opposite among these wealthy people.
They had almost sold off all their dolls and replaced them all with ordinary human workers, afraid that their dolls, like the Mastermind of Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, would revolt without warning.
"It looks normal."
After walking around for a while and finding a place to stand, Gentiane breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmm, it just looks normal."
Looking down at the messages he received, Renault nodded.
"Huh?"
"Mr. Renault, I didn't expect to see you here."
Before Renault could explain the current situation to Gentiane, they heard a voice coming from ahead, seemingly gnashing its teeth.
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