Observing the armored vehicle and mech behaving erratically, Alexander, whom Renault had tossed out of the danger zone, glanced at UMP45 and her companions in front of him.
Stealthily, he began to climb up, intending to slip away from there.
No matter what the intentions of these lunatics were, the responsibility this time was too great! As a sales department manager, he couldn't bear such responsibility!
As for Morozov's company's ultimate fate?
He couldn't care less!
He was just a worker!
If headquarters hadn't stubbornly refused to allocate more security funds, he wouldn't have come up with the idea of showcasing these mechs in the first place.
Unfortunately, it seemed he was still too naive.
He had only intended to steal these unsellable mechs, but others had already employed them for assassinations.
If those two automated mechs hadn't suddenly stopped, those people would have succeeded by now.
"Hey hey, Mr. Employer, the commander will be very angry if you run away before paying." UMP9 found a rope and tied up Alexander, whom Renault had only instructed to keep an eye on but not specifically told not to tie up.
Anyway, it would be more convenient to move him once tied up, and they wouldn't have to worry about him running away.
With a few swift movements, UMP9 had bound Alexander into a bundle like a zongzi, then patted her hands, looking at her handiwork with satisfaction. "Now he can't escape. It's not good to default on payments!"
While UMP9 dealt with Alexander, Renault and two dolls rushed towards the military side. They had claimed to be customers; they couldn't leave any loopholes for those employers who might want to default the payment.
Moreover, it wasn't just for the reward; they also wanted the buyers over there to see their actions.
At the very least, when those people left, they would leave some contact information.
Armored vehicles with drivers weren't as easy to stop, but fortunately, the armor plates on these vehicles weren't thick, and his modified bullets could pierce through.
"416, aim carefully."
"I know without you telling me!"
HK416 frowned at Renault's words, putting down her imprinted weapon and picking up the gun modified by Renault.
She aimed directly at the driver's cabin and fired!
Under HK416's attack, the lightweight armored vehicle's armor plate didn't hold up for long.
After about five or six shots, HK416's bullets drilled precise holes in the armor plate, hitting the driver inside the vehicle.
After the driver was killed, the vehicle's top suddenly flipped open, and a man covered in blood struggled to climb out halfway, reaching for the heavy machine gun mounted on the roof.
Bang!
Renault rolled his eyes.
Even though this guy was seriously injured, he still didn't stay put and feigned death inside; he had to jump out to seek attention. Well, then Renault had to take him out.
After dealing with the faster armored vehicle, the next to come charging was the mech loaded with weapons.
However, Renault found it somewhat strange.
All the weapons on this mech were already installed, so why hadn't it been used yet? Instead, it was running after the armored vehicle like a fool, seemingly intent on crushing people with its feet.
"45? Did you do this?"
UMP40, seeing the mech without weapons charging ahead, asked UMP45 beside her.
"Of course. Otherwise, that mech would have already launched missiles into the crowd. I immediately locked down the fireworks they had on them, but it's tiring. Why didn't they let me handle these things from the beginning? They had to wait until it got to this point."
UMP45 leaned towards proactive offense, preferring to find the mastermind behind the scenes and eliminate them.
That way, all the security risks during the exhibition would be eliminated.
One effort, everlasting peace, was much better than the current situation of struggling against a mech.
"Uh, the commander must have his reasons for doing this. Let's wait a moment... Oh, it looks like a helicopter is flying over. Could it be military support?"
"Maybe, but if we want to go back to the airport, we have to take down that mech first. I wonder what the commander will do..."
M14 looked up at the distant sky, then at the mech.
Just as she was about to ask the commander how to defeat the mech, M14 saw SPAS-12 take out a shotgun from her back, almost as thick as a grenade launcher.
Then, calmly and methodically, she fired a shot at each joint of the mech.
The incendiary pellets contained in the shotgun shells were directly embedded into the mech's joint armor, and then the incendiary material began to burn violently, completely ruining the circuits and parts inside the joints!
As a result, the mech collapsed, with no chance of recovery!
As for the condition of the driver inside the mech?
That depended on whether the guy had fastened his seatbelt. If he did, he probably wouldn't be in trouble; worst case scenario, he would break his neck.
If he didn't? Oh, there were plenty of possibilities, such as being pierced by sharp components or breaking his spine or coccyx. In any case, some bones were bound to be broken.
There were no cushioning devices installed in the cockpit of Morozov's mechs. This was probably just a prototype designed for display.
As for the people outside, seeing the mech being easily defeated like this, they couldn't help but shake their heads, thinking that the quality of such mechs was unreliable; they were taken down with just a few shots.
As for why these people didn't focus on SPAS-12, the one who fired?
That was because doll units on both sides were pretty much the same. What one side's doll could do, their side's doll could do as well... Oh, they didn't have many tactical dolls left.
Both IOP and Griffin had hired expensive help.
"Not bad, quite accurate."
"Hehe, it's because the commander's bullets are so effective. After they hit, no one notices what's happening. Those guys probably still haven't figured out what's going on." SPAS-12 laughed.
It was daytime, in the afternoon, with the sun shining brightly. The bright spots burning at the joints of the mech went unnoticed by anyone other than a few military personnel.
HK416, following behind Renault, pursed her lips, feeling a bit annoyed.
She had clearly contributed, so why didn't the commander praise her?
"Alright, stop pouting. See those guys in the distance? Your chance has come. Go ahead, and once those guys are dealt with, I'll upgrade your imprinted weapon!"
Renault pointed to the combat personnel coming down from the helicopter in the distance, pushing HK416, who was somewhat unhappy, and casually offering her a promise.