"Is it done?" AK47 watched as Renault connected each of them to the computer one by one, feeling somewhat surprised. She had expected it to take much longer, but it was all completed in less than five minutes.
And it felt... like nothing had changed?
"It's done. You guys can hang out in the dormitory building for now, get to know the dolls at home, and if anyone has time, you can ask what you can do. But there's not much going on right now; we'll be busy in a couple of days."
After saying this, Renault turned to HK416, who had followed him, and asked, "What about you? Want to modify your gun?"
Seeing HK416 walking over with her imprinted weapon, Renault probably guessed what she wanted. It was nothing more than wanting to modify her imprinted weapon.
After all, the weapon she had on hand was too weak when dealing with those infected yesterday.
Although she still had a grenade launcher that hadn't been used, she needed armor-piercing bullets to kill those infected. And if she used the grenade launcher all the time, what would she do with the assault rifle in her hand?
HK416 nodded, but her eyes looked at the pistol Renault threw on the table. Although the muzzle had been blown into a trumpet flower, it couldn't hide the power of this gun, which had killed one infected person with one shot last night.
"Take it, then go to the dormitory and ask around, then find a few unlucky ones to help me test the gun."
Unlucky ones...?
Hearing Renault say this, HK416 looked somewhat embarrassedly at the weapon Renault threw over.
It was the HK416 she had replaced before, but now it had been modified by Renault.
The barrel had been replaced with a thicker and heavier one, and several patches of reinforcing metal parts had been added to the originally very coordinated gun body. The original curved magazine had been replaced with a straight one, similar to the one used by the BM59.
Obviously, her original ammunition had been replaced, with the same ammunition used by the pistol yesterday, most likely the bullets Renault made himself.
In addition to this weapon, Renault also took out three identical pistols from the nearby printing device.
They looked similar to the pistols from yesterday, but this time they had a sleeve, and the gun body looked more solid.
Obviously, these three guns were all upgraded versions of the test product from last night, and they were close to finished products.
As for the "unlucky ones" Renault mentioned, they should be the dolls who tested the gun with Simonov last night...
"Go find people, then go to the factory to get bullets."
Before resting last night, Renault had already determined the charge of these new bullets and began mass production with the factory equipment.
There weren't many, but there were tens of thousands of bullets, which should be enough for testing.
With the weapon in hand, HK416 walked around the dormitory building with a complicated expression on her face.
Although she didn't say much, the dolls at home really had nothing to do. As soon as they heard HK416 say Renault needed help, almost all of them followed.
Even the newly arrived AK47 and others also joined in. After all, as "newcomers," how could they be lazier than the group of seniors present?
"So many people? Do you all want to go?" Seeing the group of dolls gathered in the factory, Renault blinked in surprise.
Originally, he thought that after seeing the miserable appearance of Simonov last night, the dolls wouldn't be very enthusiastic.
But now... it was just the opposite?
"Yes! We're all free anyway! Might as well go out and have a look!" P90 immediately raised her hand and called out.
"Okay, then come and carry the boxes."
All the bullets were packed in a large box, and Renault originally wanted to find someone who could operate powered exoskeletons to carry them.
But now that there were so many people, why bother with powered exoskeletons? Everyone could just carry one box each.
"What... What? Are we just porters again?"
Hearing this, P90 immediately put down her hand in disappointment. She thought there was some interesting task, but it turned out to be just moving things.
The shooting range was chosen at the airport where AK47 and the others came from. G3 had seen many infected people there before.
Many unfortunate infected people, most likely when this city gradually became a contaminated area, rushed to the airport in a hurry to escape, but couldn't catch a plane.
Renault had previously paid no attention to the airport in the north, naturally because that area was close to the edge of the red zone and was likely to be visited by some reckless mercenaries or scavengers.
But since G3 had encountered a large number of infected people there, it meant that the resources in the airport hadn't been taken away, right?
As for what was in the airport? As long as he could find aviation fuel, it would be enough to recoup his investment.
Moreover, this time the main purpose was to test the guns, and clearing the infected was just incidental. When there were no infected people later, the remaining fuel in the airport gas station would all be his, right?
Of course, Renault wouldn't let this group of dolls run over. There were cars available.
M1 Garand drove, while HK416 and AK47, among others, stood in the carriage. In less than ten minutes, more than a dozen dolls arrived at the airport.
Before they even got off the car, the group of dolls saw the infected people crawling out from all corners and gradually approaching them.
"But it's really strange this time. That guy Renault actually didn't follow. Does he think we have no problem dealing with these infected people?"
UMP45 looked down at the weapon in her hand and then smiled bitterly.
M1 Garand could still shoot these infected people with a rifle, but how did she end up being persuaded by UMP40 to come over?
What could she do with her submachine gun against these thick-skinned infected people?
Tickle them?
And even if she and UMP40 reinstalled the electronic warfare equipment, they couldn't do anything.
They couldn't hack into the brains of these infected people with electronic signals, could they?
"There's nothing to worry about. It's just shooting moving targets."
HK416 comforted herself like this, forcing herself to put aside her worries about the barrel explosion.
And just as a group of dolls stopped at the edge of the airport, happily conducting shooting tests, a helicopter gradually approached from the northern sky.