Reno's silent response seemed different from the previous man in sunglasses, and the loud voice on the other end of the communicator finally sensed something wrong and immediately changed his tone, asking Reno in a low voice.
Location analysis completed.
Without rushing to respond, Reno picked up the communicator after seeing the location tracking results on the computer screen. "That guy is dead. Can my two million worth of goods be delivered today?"
"Ha! Who the hell are you!? You dare to say Zoltan is dead! Where's my truck!?"
"It's my truck now."
"Hey! So you killed Zoltan, stole my truck, and now you want me to deliver the goods to you!?"
With each sentence from the communicator, the voice raised an octave, and eventually, the other party started shouting directly into the communicator.
"Keep dreaming!"
Crack!
Squeak!
Corresponding to the other party's decisive hang-up, Reno immediately crushed the communicator in his hand without hesitation.
Hmm!
Seeing the military-modified communicator turn into a twisted mass of scrap metal in an instant, BM59 and M1911 shrank their necks, as if it were their necks being crushed instead of the communicator.
"Simonov! Simonov! Hurry up and Help??!!!!!..."
Just as the dolls waited for Reno's instructions, M1 Garand's sharp cry rang out from the makeshift kitchen not far away!
As everyone turned their heads, the first thing they saw was not M1 Garand's figure but a Dinergate enveloped in flames, rushing out of the factory.
"G36!?"
Simonov, who was still holding a kitchen knife, turned around and saw G36's current embarrassed appearance. In shock, she hurried to catch up, followed by Jaeger, who was holding Vector, with tears almost streaming down her masked eyes.
Reno didn't look over at G36; her body was still functioning, indicating that her body wasn't damaged.
The real problem was the kitchen...
"Woah! It's on fire! Hurry! M1911! Find something to put out the fire!"
M1 Garand, who also had flames on her, didn't seem to notice, just grabbed a bucket of drinking water from the side, and was about to rush into the kitchen.
Seeing the situation here, Reno sniffed the strong smell of diesel in the air and looked at the bucket of water in M1 Garand's hand, suddenly feeling a chill.
Then he glanced at the raging flames in the semi-open kitchen... Goodness! Are you trying to stop the fire or start one!?
"You, stop right there!"
Reno swiftly rushed behind M1 Garand, snatched the bucket from her hand, and then threw her out of the factory.
"Go find something to put out the fire!"
"Okay!"
BM59 and the others glanced around and quickly spotted the old broom and mop in the corner. They grabbed them and rushed out to the flaming M1 Garand!
Well... Hopefully, these guys won't be too heavy-handed...
The kitchen was using the gasoline stove M1 Garand had bought before, and the large pot on the stove was burning fiercely. The smell of diesel was overwhelming, indicating that someone who wasn't good at cooking had poured diesel into the pot as cooking oil.
Fortunately, only the pot was burning...
Picking up the lid beside it, Reno felt a headache as he looked at the messy kitchen. He opened the lid and looked inside the pot, where a lump of black and yellow eggs was soaking in half a pot of diesel...
Well, is this supposed to be fried eggs or deep-fried eggs? And it's diesel being used. Can even dolls digest this?
"Sorry, Commander, I didn't notice what Garand had in her hand—sizzle! Stuff, sizzle!"
As Reno sighed at the unknown object in the pot, G36 was also carried back by Jaeger, with some sand that hadn't been cleaned off her body. Some paint on her shell had blistered and peeled off, and the speaker used to make sounds was deformed, but fortunately, the main structure was intact.
"It's okay; as long as you're fine. How about M1 Garand? Is the fire out?"
"It's out, it's out. Everything's fine now!" BM59, who still held the mop, heard this and quickly pulled M1 Garand behind her.
Compared to G36, M1 Garand's current appearance was not much better. Her coat was burnt off halfway, her long golden hair was shortened by a lot, and there was even a fist-sized hole in her hat.
There were several burned holes in her skirt, and her remaining clothes were covered with black marks, which could be either soot or stains left by the mop. The most ridiculous thing was that there were several footprints on her body...
Was one of the dolls settling a personal score?
"Sorry... Commander, I'll stay away from the kitchen in the future..."
M1 Garand, with her disheveled appearance, no longer looked as capable and confident as before. She hung her head and spoke softly to Reno.
"Ah, forget it, don't blame yourself. It's not a big deal. In the future, ask G36 more about these things. You'll learn eventually. Is there anywhere on your body that's burned?"
"No..."
"It's okay then. Clean yourself up, tidy up here, Oh, I'll be back in a while, and I'll bring dinner when I return."
Waving his hand, Reno said, put on the coat nearby, and then left the factory area in the truck left by the man in sunglasses.
"Simonov, is the Commander still angry...?" Seeing Reno's decisive appearance, M1 Garand couldn't help but worry.
"Uh, he's probably angry... but not at you, just certain people might be in big trouble today." Simonov shrugged.
Hopefully, the guys at the black market contact point will have a better attitude. Otherwise, if the Commander gets upset, this whole city might not be peaceful anymore.
Thinking of the weapons under Reno's coat and the means he had used to bomb the manor without hesitation before, Simonov grimaced stiffly.
...
"Idiot! Idiot!?" At the same time Reno left, the man in the black market contact point who had just hung up on Reno's call was shouting loudly, pounding the table angrily, causing the computer on the table to tremble.
"Here, Boss, what are your orders?" As his yelling died down, a round-faced man in overalls wiped the oil off his hands with a rag, opened the door, and came in.
"Go, find someone to tell that guy in the civilian area who plays with dolls! Let him make another EMP device for me! If he can bring it, I'll waive his interest for this month!"
"Okay, Boss, but he plays with generators, not dolls."
"That doesn't matter!"
"Alright, your call, but what if he can't bring it?"
"Why the hell are you so nosy! If he can't bring it, then make him repay! Now get out of here!"
"No problem, Boss!"
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Poll at Patréon. Lasts until May and June.