"Do you recognize them?" Renault turned to Simonov, G36, and the others, holding up the identification card in his hand.
The group of T-Dolls gathered around, carefully examining the card in Renault's hand.
After pondering for a while, they shook their heads, unable to figure out what this "KCCO" was all about.
"Never mind, if you don't know, you don't know. There'll be other opportunities in the future." Although they couldn't discern the person's identity, Renault suspected a connection to some serious organization.
Just look at the two armed helicopters and the armored vehicle nearby; those weren't things just anyone could get their hands on. Judging by the equipment on the armored vehicle—anti-tank missiles, 30mm cannons, and even a grenade launcher on the roof—it was in a completely different league compared to the meager armored vehicles Statesec had.
Come to think of it, since coming to this world, apart from the people from Statesec, Renault hadn't seen any real official government personnel. The Defense Department of Neo Odessa was organized by the city's mayor himself.
The few towns they'd visited had no military presence, except for G&K, the security contractor. It was said that only the larger cities in the north had real police forces responsible for maintaining order. The smaller cities mostly outsourced security to G&K.
Having G&K maintain security wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but the key was that G&K was just a security contractor, doing things for money. Those who could afford G&K's services were mostly wealthy people.
As for the safety of the poor? It depended on how the local Griffin commander felt. It could be like in 919, an honest person who took on the security of the entire town himself, or it could be like the idiot commander in Neo Odessa, who had his T-Dolls patrolling the rich district symbolically every day.
In short, there was no standard answer to this question.
Renault didn't rush to drive back the helicopters and armored vehicle left by the KCCO personnel. There might be trackers or other devices hidden on these vehicles, so it was necessary to inspect them thoroughly before bringing them home.
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"The commander, where did they go?" M200, holding a Molotov cocktail, asked the dazed A-91 beside her.
"Hmm, probably wrapping up some loose ends with the enemy. Otherwise, there's no reason to take the others with them." A-91 threw her damaged helmet aside, as it had a hole and cracks all over. Clutching a bottle of vodka, she drank and answered.
"Are there still enemies?" Hearing A-91's words, M200 sighed with disappointment.
Her performance just now must have been very poor in the eyes of the commander, right?
Although she eventually came down from the rooftop, she didn't join A-91 and the others who "let loose." Instead, she kept searching for positions to attack, ultimately only killing one mercenary besides the two she took out on the rooftop. It seemed too inconspicuous compared to A-91, who directly killed over a dozen.
"Wow, I didn't expect that just by changing the body, I could kill enemies even with a brick! The body the commander made is really amazing!" Dragging a few mercenary corpses, MP40 said to MP5 beside her with emotion.
"That's right, but this is probably how those real elite Tactical Dolls feel. I heard that there are many elite Tactical Dolls in Griffin who use military-grade bodies." MP5 nodded as well, throwing the mercenaries in her hands into the nearby bonfire.
"No, no, no, don't think too much about it. IOP-made bodies don't have that capability!" As the two were talking, MDR immediately refuted.
Hearing MDR's voice, M200 and the others turned their heads, only to see MDR, who had returned with G36 and the others, waving her hand.
"Ah, MDR, you're back. Is everything settled over there? Why didn't we see the commander, Simonov, or SPAS-12? CF05 waved to MDR's direction, counting the number of people who had returned, wondering why she didn't see Renault.
"Ah, we found something over there, and the commander is checking it out. He's also teaching Simonov and SPAS-12 some new things."
"New things? What new things?"
"Hehe! You'll find out later! It wouldn't be fun if I told you now!" After MDR finished speaking, she ran off quickly. She needed to take off her powered exoskeleton quickly; otherwise, if Renault and the others returned early, she wouldn't be able to capture the surprised expressions on M200 and the others' faces.
Seeing MDR run off so quickly, MP5 didn't have time to stop her.
What did MDR just say? What did she mean?
Thinking about it, MP5 could only focus her gaze on MG3, who was walking at the back.
"Um, MG3, did MDR mean that G&K's advanced T-Dolls can't do these things...?"
"Hmm? Are you talking about the performance of the bodies? " MG3 waved her hand, MP5 wrote all her questions on her face, and it was easy to see.
"Yeah, yeah! The bodies the commander gave us after replacing them, are they better than the advanced bodies made by IOP?"
"I'm not too sure about that. After all, who knows if there are even more outrageous bodies made by IOP? But at least for now, this body far exceeds the original MDR's body. After all, she used to be one of Griffin's elite tactical dolls."
Although some electronic warfare enhancements were made, it was still a complete military-grade body, so its performance was naturally outstanding. But unfortunately, MDR's original body was in no way comparable to the current one, whether in terms of durability or body performance, the gap between the two bodies was like a deep chasm.
Just look at the bullet mark on A-91's chest; it was clear that IOP-made Doll bodies couldn't withstand a 12.7mm caliber machine gun round.
Even though the bullet had been partially blocked by the protective suit, if it were still her original body, she might have shut down on the spot by now. If she had bad luck, she might have even damaged her core processor.
And MP5, watching MG3 walk away to the dormitory with her questions written all over her face, glanced at MP40 beside her. "Um... do you think I should have asked the commander to increase my height a little? Can I still apply for it now?"
Thinking about the preciousness of the body she was using, MP5 felt her chances were very slim... Such an expensive body... How many years would she have to work to earn enough money for it!