"Sorry, it's just too heavy. With all this stuff, the weight is just too much to handle!" Simonov shouted to Nagant Revolver, who was sitting next to her.
The guy wanted to bring too many things along. The space inside the cabin was limited, and so was the payload. Just the mech alone weighed close to ten tons, not to mention the various ammunition and supplies M1 Garand and others scavenged from this camp.
The total weight was nearly twenty tons, plus powered exoskeletons, and their already heavy bodies...
Although the helicopter's payload should be more than that, for safety's sake, Renault didn't let Nagant bring all those items, especially since they were all used!
Wasn't there enough machinery and materials at home to make anything they needed?
"I got it." Hearing Simonov's words, Nagant felt a bit resentful, but she could only acknowledge it.
"Alright, stop pouting. Don't always think about picking up garbage from others. Why not buy new ones?" Renault rubbed Nagant's head speechlessly, and then pressed down the Cossack hat on her head.
As he spoke, he shook the phone in his hand, showing Angelia's incoming call.
This guy was really too impatient, but it happened to be a good timing since they were just finishing up.
Seeing Angelia's call, Nagant's eyes also lit up.
When the employer called, what else could it be besides confirming the completion of the commission?
Although it had only been about an hour since they received Angelia's call and completed the task, obviously, Angelia as a StateSec agent wouldn't casually make a call.
The reward for the commission was obviously satisfactory to Renault, at the very least, it covered the fuel and ammunition expenses.
And with a generous reward, it naturally meant Renault could spend more extra money on buying things.
"Renault, be careful. I just received a message. A team has already set off towards the gang's stronghold. It's still unclear who those people are, but they may be armed with heavy firepower. Be cautious when you act..."
Angelia's voice sounded anxious as soon as the call connected.
Apparently, she didn't realize that Renault and his team had already cleared out the gang's stronghold and were now returning with their spoils.
"Huh? What do you mean? We're already back. You don't think we haven't done anything yet, do you?" Hearing this, Renault raised his eyebrows.
This guy thought they were lone wolves like UMP45 and UMP9?
If it were like UMP45, even though she had her electronic warfare equipment that could temporarily block the opponent's communication, sneaking into such a large gang's stronghold would still be a bit difficult for the two dolls.
Of course, it wasn't impossible, but it required meticulous planning, and they had to be careful to avoid the gang members during the operation. In short, it will take a while and has risks.
"Back? Back already?! It's been less than an hour! How did you manage that!?" Angelia exclaimed in surprise. She had called to warn them that reinforcements might be coming to the stronghold, but instead of hearing something like "Roger, understood," she was told they had already finished the job?
This was too fast, right!?
Similar operations had been experienced within StateSec, but from the issuance of the mission, gathering manpower, informing the details of the mission, arranging the operational plan, and preparing their equipment.
This series of events until the start of the operation would take at least half an hour. Plus the time spent on the journey, it would be close to an hour before the operation started.
And this time, the target for Renault and his team was a large gang stronghold, with at least a hundred armed personnel. Even if those guys were all brainless fools waiting to be shot by Renault and his team, it wouldn't be possible to finish so quickly, right!?
"Don't worry about the process. Anyway, the mission is completed now. I've got the data you wanted, and as for the origin of the mech, I've also caught a live specimen who knows something about it. You decide whether to accept it or not based on the situation. That's it, oh yeah, remember to pay me more money."
Pay...more money!?
What...I just sent the mission less than an hour ago? And now it's going to increase in price again?
Luckily, the gang's stronghold was only about twenty kilometers away from Renault's factory area, and the helicopter returned with the mech suspended in just a few minutes. G36 and SPAS-12 from home also came out to help remove the cargo.
"Wow! Commander! It looks like we're going to make a fortune this time! Even this military-grade mech is brought back. Shall we sell it?" This time MDR learned well, instead of taking photos of the mech right away, she took pictures of all those boxes of supplies.
"What are you thinking? No one would dare to buy this thing."
It was a tough job to buy weapons from an aircraft graveyard on the black market, let alone this nearly ten-ton giant toy.
After buying it, where would they send it? Those who didn't have connections, not long after buying it, would not welcome high-quality partners but rather the military personnel's inquiries and StateSec's arrest.
Renault definitely wouldn't sell this mech. It looked like an experimental model, and he didn't know if its performance was superior, but Renault really didn't fancy it.
The reason was the same as why Renault didn't continue to manufacture powered exoskeletons; the power couldn't keep up, and the continuous combat time was too short. To use this mech, he would need a power supply unit that could supply the mech with energy anytime and anywhere, day and night.
Otherwise, this thing would just be a piece of scrap iron that would crash halfway through the battle.
Of course, there was no problem using it at home. It just happened that he lacked a large construction device now. A slight modification of this thing should be fine to make a simplified version of an SCV.
At home, there was no need to worry about a lack of power supply.
"Let me out! Let go of me! Let me go! Who are you people!?" While Renault was speaking, a vigorous voice came from the cockpit of the mech.
The fat man who had just been tied up and thrown into the cockpit by UMP40 had just woken up at this moment. It seemed that wearing protective clothing still had some effect; at least this guy didn't faint for five or six hours as Renault expected.
"Commander? What should we do with this guy?" SPAS-12 pulled the fat man out of the cockpit and asked Renault.
"Find a chain and hang him from the ceiling beam. When Angelia comes, see if they want him. If they don't, just throw him away."
Thrown away!?
As soon as the fat man heard Renault say this, he was scared into silence. But then he reacted. Who knew what kind of people would come to collect him! If they didn't want him, he would be doomed!?
"Wait! Wait! Hey! Let me down! Help!" Without waiting for him to react, SPAS-12 had already deftly used the chain to hoist him up.