Listening to SPAS-12's somewhat embarrassed words, M1 Garand silently smirked.
She knew that the commander wouldn't just randomly send SPAS-12 over in a helicopter for support.
P38 also sighed helplessly as she lowered AK47 and M14 from her shoulders.
"Ah, anyway, let's land at the airport first, and we'll leave the wreckage there to you two!" Holding her phone up and aiming at the grinning AK47 and M14, MDR said so.
M1 Garand didn't want to interfere with MDR's behavior; after all, she knew what could be shared and what couldn't.
Besides, Renault had already said that as long as it didn't involve anything too scary, they could share whatever they wanted.
After all, the military didn't monitor the anonymous board of Griffin all the time. This place was the exclusive territory of Griffin Tactical Dolls, and no one cared about the daily trivialities among them. It was probably like how most cat owners wouldn't care about what their two cats were saying to each other.
Furthermore, considering the military's attitude towards Tactical Dolls, if it were intelligence from Griffin's Intelligence Department, they might pay some attention.
But if it were messages passed between Tactical Dolls... they probably wouldn't even glance at it.
Maybe Statesec would be interested in te things, but unfortunately, Renault wasn't worried about the Statesec bothering him at all.
Let alone having Angelia, who have little real power but had a lot of freedom in action, covering his back. Even if he did something to the guy from Statesec's Third Division last time, it was enough to make those guys wary.
What was the name of that unlucky guy again? The one who was stabbed to death with an expired sausage?
After SPAS-12 and MDR landed the helicopter, they quickly found the refueling equipment in the airport and began refueling the helicopter while watching HK416 and the others test-fire.
"How about it? Do you feel like changing your weapons?"
MDR patted her imprinted weapon and asked SPAS-12.
Regardless of whether the other party felt like it or not, she wanted to. But she wouldn't directly change her weapon; she would just have the commander modify her imprinted weapon when the time came.
After all, HK416's weapon didn't look much different now. Although it looked a bit ugly at the moment, just like the handguns held by P90 and the others, the commander would definitely be able to fix this minor flaw in no time.
"I do have that thought, but I'm not sure if my weapon is easy to modify." SPAS-12 looked at her weapon and scratched her head. She didn't know how Renault would modify her weapon.
But modification was a certainty.
She didn't even need to think about it; otherwise, she would only be able to swing the axe in her hand every time... which isn't too bad, she quite liked the feeling of using melee weapons.
And compared to modifying her imprinted weapon, SPAS-12 didn't mind getting a new gun.
After all, they had plenty of time to practice now, and even without the imprinted weapon system, it wouldn't have much impact.
As the two refueled the helicopter, Simonov also flew another helicopter over, obviously for the same purpose as the two of them.
As for M1 Garand and the others, they didn't pay much attention. As long as Renault didn't say anything, it didn't matter if they stayed here until night. Besides, they didn't need to worry too much about the safety of Renault's side.
While the Tactical Dolls at home were busy with their respective tasks, Renault certainly wasn't idle either. At this moment, he was dismantling the mech he had brought back earlier.
The weapon systems on the mech were useless to him; he wouldn't drive this thing around aimlessly. He just needed an engineering machine for material handling, welding building materials, and so on.
All the excess equipment needed to be removed.
It was just right to use them as defense facilities on the factory side. The missile launchers and particle weapons were all modified into fixed gun emplacements and installed on the roofs of the factory buildings, ensuring the safety of the airspace above the factory area.
Compared to Renault and his originally indifferent attitude towards Tactical Dolls, AK47 and the others were a bit nervous...
They not only took out the armed personnel who came down from the helicopter but even blew up the helicopter with Griffin's emblem on it...
If Griffin really came over to hold them accountable, they didn't know if Commander Renault could handle it...
"But why are you so calm? Aren't you afraid of someone coming to retaliate?"
M14 returned the sample gun in her hand to UMP40 and asked somewhat puzzled.
P38 paused her movements of loading bullets into the magazine upon hearing this question.
"Retaliate? Isn't this already retaliation? These unidentified guys have already attacked us once before."
If mercenaries and armed personnel were counted separately, this was already the third attack.
It's just that their commander hadn't found out who was behind these guys yet.
Otherwise, the commander wouldn't just stay at home and work honestly like this.
He would probably rush out and fight the enemy to the death at the first opportunity.
Of course, the result of the fight would definitely be the enemy being killed. She didn't think Renault would have any security issues.
"Eh..." Hearing P38's indifferent tone, M14 was stunned for a moment, then scratched her head in realization.
No wonder M1 Garand and the others were so calm; it turns out they had already dealt with these guys before?
After taking down the helicopter, just as Renault expected, even if the guy hiding behind them had a lot of money, repeatedly losing manpower wouldn't be something they could afford.
The factory area became quiet for a while, with only occasional sounds of Tactical Dolls patrolling or practicing shooting.
And AK47 was the first to adapt to Renault's work life.
Every day, she either went to have a drink with Simonov or went to the Vertical Farm with Simonov to tend to the wheat.
CF05 and NZ75's vegetable garden also often had someone going over to help. M14 often visited the ranch to see the animals that were already getting fat, not knowing if she was calculating how good they would taste in the future or simply liked animals.
G3 quickly integrated into the kitchen department of the factory area and took over all the baking work at home.
The body issues of the new Tactical Dolls were solved a few days later. Now that they had printing equipment, Renault didn't need to watch the lathe himself and personally make the parts for the Tactical Dolls.
The only annoying one was probably HK416, who would often come over and ask for help in fine-tuning her new gun, and most of the time, she would be practicing shooting, rarely helping with the work in the factory area.
He was starting to suspect that HK416, under the pretext of training, deliberately avoided those tasks, much like RFB, who disappeared every day in some corner.