As the heavy equipment was being moved for a series of live demonstrations of mechs, Alexander, who had just spoken with Renault, was now standing next to several clients, enthusiastically introducing his company's products.
Unfortunately, the expressions of those clients didn't look pleasant at the moment. After all, an elderly man had been chattering and spraying saliva for hours since morning, which wasn't comfortable for anyone.
The mechs produced by Morozov Corporation looked very impressive. If equipped with suitable weapons, they would undoubtedly be powerful tools for dealing with infected individuals in the Red Zone. And just by deploying these, the bandits roaming in the Yellow Zone would definitely not dare to provoke trouble.
However, it was just appearances. The cost of the mech was equivalent to more than ten times that of an armored vehicle!
Too expensive!
They might not know the lowest price, but they knew that buying this thing to deal with the thugs in the Yellow Zone would be pure waste!
They were not the military, needing such advanced mechs to ensure their military superiority. They only dealt with some thugs, so such an expensive oversized toy was unnecessary for them!
On the contrary, the armored vehicles introduced by other companies, which could be automated or connect with android doll units, were more suitable for them.
And those representatives from the military, after seeing the demonstrations of these mechs, all frowned and shook their heads.
It seemed that there was no fundamental difference between these mechs and the Minotaurus they were already equipped with.
Not only did they lack any highlights, but even their defensive capabilities were inferior to the Minotaurus. Although the price was slightly cheaper, the price was not the military's focus. What they wanted was a next-generation mech with stronger mobility and better protective capabilities.
Definitely not these crude imitations of the Minotaurus!
"It seems that Morozov's business is about to go downhill." Walking over with Gentiane, Renault glanced at Alexander, whose face was as dark as charcoal, clearly indicating that his sales pitch had been ineffective.
"Well, it should be, but this mech looks decent. Aren't there any buyers interested?" Gentiane was actually quite interested in these gadgets, especially the automatons mech over there.
If Griffin also had these equipment, wouldn't it be easy to deal with the SF Dolls?
"Too expensive, and its versatility is poor. After buying it, you may not even use it once throughout the year. If you don't use it, it's fine, but you still need to spend money on maintenance regularly. It's just a waste of money for low-intensity battles."
And for high-intensity battles, it might not even be competent.
The armor was too weak. Even a regular RPG, with good quality armor-piercing rounds, could potentially penetrate its armor.
Compared to the Minotaurus from the military, it was far inferior. But this couldn't be entirely blamed on Morozov Corporation's lack of technology; they just couldn't get better armor plates.
Buying them and further modifying them would still be feasible.
The key was whether Alexander could convince the military representatives. But looking at the current situation, it seemed that he had messed up.
If they couldn't secure orders at the exhibition, that guy would probably start causing trouble immediately, right?
The people from Kyle's Company didn't follow along. There were already quite a few guards around the military representatives, and other buyers also had their own bodyguards, most of whom were armed to varying degrees.
In fact, they all carried weapons concealed under their clothes, possibly pistols or submachine guns, but assault rifles were not seen.
They weren't here for war, so what would they do with such powerful weapons?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shooting range was demonstrating, but a series of gunshots rang out directly from the exhibition venue in the distance.
However, the sound wasn't very loud, and there were very few people near the shooting range who could hear it. Most of the sounds were masked by the noise of the armored vehicles and the footsteps of the mechs.
Of course, Renault definitely heard this sound.
After hearing it, he immediately raised his hand to stop Papasha, who eyes was radiating red light was about to take 'wild' action and at the same time, he removed the drum magazine from her imprinted weapon.
And G3 and MP40, who had been standing behind the red-eyed FN-49 and MG3, almost simultaneously restrained them.
HK416 and the others quietly moved their steps, encircling the three T-Dolls in the middle, to avoid being noticed by the surrounding people.
"UMP45, hurry up, don't dawdle."
In Gentiane's frightened and puzzled gaze, Renault waved his hand towards UMP45, urging her to act quickly.
"I got it, 40, I'll leave the venue to you." UMP45 said cunningly to UMP40.
"Alright, sheesh, you always don't want to work." UMP40 sighed and began to connect her electronic warfare equipment with the servers at the venue.
Facing Gentiane's uncertain gaze, Renault gestured to her to calm down, waited a few seconds, and the three T-Dolls returned to normal, surrounded by everyone.
Renault had already transmitted the plugin for eliminating these virus files to UMP45 and the others. In the future, in most cases, Renault wouldn't need to take out his computer and act personally.
"It's done, you can relax now," UMP45 said so.
"Commander, I'm also ready here, but a poor employee from Kyle Company seems to have been hit in the vital parts by androids."
When she mentioned the vital parts, UMP40 glanced at Renault with a blush.
What are you looking at? It's not like I got hit!
"What is this...?"
Gentiane was still somewhat puzzled, but the abnormal state of the Papasha team appears to have been resolved, which relieved her, as she didn't want to be left alone.
"The virus spread by those behind the scenes can rewrite the basic root permissions of dolls to a certain extent, causing them to go berserk. This virus is also effective against tactical dolls. It seems that IOP hasn't succeeded in upgrading the firewall for T-Dolls so far." Saying this, Renault handed the drum magazine to Papasha.
"Uh... did we just lose control?"
MG3 also panicked upon hearing this, turning her head to look around. After seeing that no one around had noticed, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It was only a few seconds, no big deal. Okay, let's get back to business now. Keep an eye on those unfortunate buyers and military representatives, and don't let them get crushed by those automaton armored vehicles or mechs."
"And... what about the organizers of the exhibition and those equipment?"
Gentiane looked at the increasingly strange actions of the androids and automaton units, feeling a sense of foreboding.
"So, when signing contracts, you must be clear about what you are responsible for. Luckily, those autonomous units going berserk have nothing to do with us. We just need to protect those buyers and military representatives."
"Why did even those military guys... Aren't you at odds with them?"