"Hmm, where did you get all this stuff? Did you guys rob the IOP branch in the city?"
Initially, Renault thought that some of the doll materials Angelia mentioned were just referring to some small gadgets used to manufacture dolls, some parts, and whatnot.
Having some nanomaterials would already be good, but he didn't expect to see such an array of equipment in front of him, this set of equipment looked almost like it was robbed from an IOP branch.
Moreover, there were even more devices than the small branch he saw in Nikolayev, the most conspicuous being the five devices lined up side by side, resembling repair pods. They looked similar, but these things were connected together, along with a server-like device beside them.
Apart from this unclear purpose device, there were also three repair pods, several large boxes of repair materials, five boxes containing dummy dolls, and several password-protected boxes with firearm patterns painted on them.
"HK416's imprint weapons? And a fire control core? Are you sure you didn't specially order these from IOP?"
Renault raised an eyebrow as he looked at the inscription on one of the boxes.
How could things be so coincidental?
He had just picked up HK416 without a fire control core, and now Angelia had sent over a fire control core compatible with HK416.
Saying it's a coincidence is a bit too far-fetched.
"Of course not. It's just an acquaintance who heard about your situation and voluntarily sent over these things. Except for the imprint weapons and fire control core, everything else is confiscated goods."
Angelia shrugged helplessly as she gestured towards the repair pod-like devices.
"This is equipment used for simulated training for tactical dolls. However, after it fell into the hands of a group of people, they used it as equipment for doll battles. Their stakes were quite high, but unfortunately, they're all gone now."
Like using droids or illegal dolls to access this equipment, then letting the doll's neural clouds duel in the mental space.
Because there were no safety restrictions, the doll's mental data might even experience permanent data loss during combat.
"Alright, it's somewhat useful. I'll have someone come to move this stuff later. Anything else?"
Renault nodded in satisfaction after confirming the presence of biomimetic tissue materials among the repair materials.
Getting the materials was already a profit, and the other equipment was just a bonus.
Seeing that Renault didn't seem to care about the training equipment, Angelia rolled her eyes speechlessly.
He was more concerned about those worthless materials than the most valuable things.
Of course, relatively speaking. The price of just this one training equipment would be enough to buy several truckloads of repair materials. This guy, why is his focus different from normal people every time?
"I don't have any other commissions at the moment, but Griffin is currently extremely busy. Aren't you planning to go help out?"
"Help? How? They're doing this business themselves. They can't just make money lying down during peacetime. If a real fight breaks out, they shouldn't ditch their comrades and run, right?"
Since he claimed to be a security contractor and made his business so big, he should at least have some awareness.
If Griffin directly abandoned their previous areas because of the Sangvis Ferri attack, Renault might not only refuse to help but even go there to take advantage of the situation and grab some dolls from them.
Although there had been a few collaborations before, they were not enough to make Renault risk getting into conflict with Sangvis Ferri to help Griffin.
Moreover, the mess Griffin caused at the SF's main factory last time was really hard to explain. Griffin was just unlucky, directly targeted by Sangvis for standing out.
But... if it's for business... that's another matter.
"I knew it. Anyway, I don't have any commissions lately. If I do, I'll call you immediately."
Sighing, Angelia turned around and left, waving her still somewhat clumsy prosthetic limb as she walked.
Seeing Angelia leave, Renault lit a cigarette, opened one of the doll dummy boxes, and took a look. They weren't HK416's dummy dolls, just some ordinary ones. Their combat capabilities were questionable.
But Renault had never thought about letting his own dolls use these dummy dolls. Long-term use of dummy dolls for splitting up with dolls didn't seem to have any benefits for doll neural cloud. After a long time, there might be personality splitting or something.
Moreover, they were doll data, which was very easy to replicate. Transforming these dummy dolls into pure robots and putting them to work in factories or vertical farms would be fine. It would also be a way to free up labor at home.
Finding a truck on the street, the kind you pay for, Renault loaded all these equipment and materials onto the truck. Then he directly transported them back to the airport and had the airport workers put these things into the helicopter's cabin.
After that, Renault didn't wander around, and his dolls didn't encounter any troubles in the city, nor did any unscrupulous doll traffickers target them.
Perhaps it was because Renault had caused such a big commotion here before, directly wiping out the largest doll trafficking gangs in the F district and the two neighboring districts, making these doll traffickers who relied on deception and dolls for wealth all become honest.
They were afraid that they would be struck by Renault's deadly blow as soon as they appeared after just escaping.
But it was also fortunate that Renault had gained quite a fearsome reputation in this city, and even the prices when his dolls went shopping were much cheaper.
"Hey! Be careful! Don't squeeze! I have fragile items here!" RFB exclaimed helplessly.
"Find a solution! Otherwise, the cabin door won't close!"
The consequence of letting a group of dolls go wild buying things in the city was that the cabin of the entire helicopter was almost filled with various items.
Food and drinks, clothes, kitchenware, appliances, and so on, whatever they wanted to buy, as long as they had money. During this long period, Renault never stopped giving them money.
Listening to the noise in the cabin, sounding like millions of ducks quacking, Renault stared blankly, expressionless, and started the helicopter.
"Click! Commander, we're all out. Will there be any problems at home?" On the way back, the doll sitting in the co-pilot seat changed to SPAS-12. She was just constantly eating potato chips from a bag she held in her hands.
"No, if there's a problem, I'll receive an alert." Before leaving, Renault had set up a simple monitoring facility with some scattered equipment at hand. As long as someone approached the factory area, his phone would receive an alert.
It seems that this thing didn't come in handy this time, after all, it's a polluted area. Where would so many reckless people come looking for trouble?