Capítulo 301: Chapter 301: Are You a Bit Fat?
"Commander, what did you just say?"
Renault looked at Angelia, who had just arrived leaning in front of him with hopeful eyes along with M1919A4, twitching his eyes a few times.
He began to suspect whether Angelia had mastered some monitoring method that he couldn't figure out, able to see his every move in the restaurant.
Otherwise, how could he explain her appearing in front of him just three minutes after he said there wouldn't be anyone coming?
"So, what exactly would make you, a busy person, come here in person?"
If it were just a task for Renault, why would Angelia personally come over? And this time, Angelia not only brought the special agents of Statesec but also two tactical dolls behind her.
These two tactical dolls looked very different from those produced by IOP. Just the combat-ready attire they wore was vastly different from the tactical dolls produced by IOP.
Most of IOP's tactical dolls, whether advanced or not, were flashy in their factory-made outfits, seemingly not considering combat aspects.
Few, like MDR and HK416, had decent tactical vests and backpacks. Most of the dolls wore clothes that were simply extravagant.
However, the two dolls behind Angelia now wore practical combat pants and shorts, with very serious-looking tactical harnesses.
They looked like two real soldiers.
"Hey hey, I came to give you money. I don't think I did anything else, did I? Why do you look at me as if you've seen a ghost?"
Upon hearing Renault's words, Angelia rolled her eyes.
"Money? What's going on? You promised to introduce some work to me, but all we did was go and wipe out a gang. If it weren't for getting a mech, the deployment of the dolls would be a loss."
A loss? Huh!
Does your idea of a loss differ from that of a normal person?
Ignoring the mech, just the various ammunition supplies you brought back from that gang's stronghold were almost worth the reward she paid Renault.
"This time, it's not a big trouble. I just need to borrow your training facility, and you haven't sold that thing, have you? There's also a small commission that doesn't make much money. If you're interested, you can send a few dolls over."
"Not profitable? Why bother then? Don't beat around the bush, just give me a price. If it suits me, I'll take the job; if not, find someone else."
Holding back the eager M1919A4 beside him, Renault said to Angelia with a straight face.
Isn't this making trouble? I haven't even quoted a price yet, and you're practically shouting 'I want to go! I want to go!' next to me, giving others a chance to bargain.
Ah, this guy, I'm really speechless!
Angelia sighed, "Borrowing the training facility costs two hundred, mission reward is one thousand three, a total of one thousand five. How about it?"
"How long is the mission, and how far is it?"
"Why do you always speak so bluntly? Can't you be more subtle?"
"Subtle? Does it matter? Will you pay me more money if I speak more subtly?"
Angelia's face darkened instantly, and she stiffly said, "No." "Why is it near the area to the west of your territory again? Just about two hundred kilometers farther from the last position, there's a broker there. The mech you got last time was through that guy. He seems to be selling some dangerous stuff again. This mission is to apprehend him."
"Apprehend? Tsk, another troublesome job." Hearing Angelia say this, Renault frowned discontentedly.
Apprehending was the last thing he wanted to do. There's nothing more satisfying than directly rushing in and wiping out the enemy.
Nothing is more annoying than tracking the target amidst gunfire while ensuring the target's survival.
"So? What do you say?"
"Fine, bring the detailed information."
Hearing Renault agree, Angelia smirked and took out the prepared data, patting it onto Renault's open palm.
Flipping through the information, Renault's eyelids twitched, his forehead involuntarily darkening.
Urban area, complex apprehension environment, the target is backed by a powerful local force, possibly possessing various heavy firepower...
"If I disagree, are you going to act alone with your two subordinates?"
"Of course, unlike you, I don't have so many reliable helpers."
Angelia shrugged like a bachelor. She knew this mission was very dangerous, but there was no other way. Renault took away UMP45 and UMP9, which were supposed to be under her command.
These two dolls were only sent to her side early because she insisted.
So far, she had no idea how powerful her two dolls really were.
Although the person who made them claimed that they were superior to all IOP tactical dolls, even the advanced ones were no match, she still wanted to know how capable they really were before executing the mission.
That's why she wanted to borrow Renault's training facility. Although the simulated combat in the training facility couldn't fully demonstrate their strength, it was better than going in blind, right?
"Alright, but when you come back, you can buy me a few things nearby, and you'll foot the bill." Hearing Renault's words, Angelia first breathed a sigh of relief, but when she heard the latter half, she rubbed her temples with a headache.
"Okay, consider it as treating you to a meal."
"Let's go, I'll take you to the training room first. We can set off after lunch."
Leading Angelia and the two dolls to the training room, after a few people left the restaurant, all the dolls in the restaurant began to discuss.
"Their figures look so slender! Even our tallest MG3 doesn't match their height, right?"
"Hey hey, I'm actually as tall as them, you know? Why don't I hear you guys saying I'm slender?"
SPAS-12, hearing this, immediately called out to the few little guys who were discussing. In fact, not only SPAS-12 but also Simonov, A-91, their height was not shorter than the two dolls just now.
"Slender? No no no, SPAS-12, do you have anything to do with being slender?"
MDR who heard this, compared the two photos in her hand. Then she tilted her head, feeling a little strange.
Clearly, there was little difference in height, but SPAS-12 looked different from the two dolls just now...
"Maybe? Are you a bit fat?"
"MDR--!"
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