"Do you have the simulation training level data?"
Since Angelia proposed using the training device to assess the combat capabilities of these two T-Dolls, and considering they were about to embark on a capture mission, it was assumed that corresponding training data had been prepared...
"No, if I had that stuff, why would I come here to find you?"
"You..."
Hearing this, Renault, who was waiting for Angelia to produce the data, was truly speechless.
Could this woman went here without preparing anything?
Since it was on the eve of the mission, it was quite normal to prepare some on-site simulation data for the T-Dolls to practice. Moreover, she was from the Statesec.
Given the Bureau's power, obtaining specific terrain simulation data in that area shouldn't be too difficult.
Yet this woman came empty-handed?
Wait a minute...
"I say, are you acting alone again this time? Is this without any support from Statesec?"
Fine, he almost fell for this woman's move. Unauthorized solo actions without support from the Statesec were completely different from legitimate operations.
Previously, dealing with a gang stronghold in the outskirts was one thing; the Statesec's reach couldn't extend that far.
But this mission was different; it was in the city. During the capture, besides dealing with the target's forces, they also needed to be wary of local guards and the Statesec in that area.
Once they started, any significant activity would likely attract widespread attention. Nowadays, cities were all enclosed within isolation walls. It was practically impossible to slip away unnoticed. Of course, Renault didn't care about that, but with a few T-Dolls and a target to apprehend, the chances of slipping away...
Probably fell on Angelia. There was likely no one more suitable than Angelia who was a member of Statesec, for this kind of shady business.
However, using Angelia's name would still leave a trace. As long as the local guards and Statesec were not idiots, they would eventually trace it back to Angelia.
Of course, that was under the assumption that everything went smoothly. If something went wrong, like other members of the Statesec not playing along or the local guards refusing to release them, the chances of an accident were very high.
"Cough cough, some things just need to be done, don't they?" Seeing Renault's suspicious gaze, Angelia cleared her throat and casually said.
"Alright, let's consider it as testing the training results. Are there any special requirements for the training level?"
Renault shrugged, turned around, and stood in front of the training device control console, ready to adjust it according to Angelia's request.
Meanwhile, G11, who had been sitting in the training chamber, suddenly opened her eyes and looked curiously at Angelia, who looked somewhat familiar.
But compared to Angelia, the two tall T-Dolls behind her were more attention-grabbing to her.
"Commander, who are they?" Getting up from the training chamber, G11 approached Renault and asked softly.
"Angelia from Statesec, as for the T-Dolls behind her, I'm still waiting for her to introduce them, have you decided? Or do you want to choose yourself?"
Renault pulled up some preset levels and made way, pointing to the screen.
"Uh, the one with her eyes closed is AK-12, and the other one is AN-94. You can choose any level you want, pick the hardest one!" Angelia first pointed to the two T-Dolls behind her, briefly introduced them, and then looked somewhat troubled as she looked at the densely packed options on the screen.
Renault nodded to the two T-Dolls and then looked at Angelia with some suspicion, "Are you sure you want to pick the hardest one?"
And it wasn't just Renault who found it strange; even G11 looked at Angelia with a weird expression.
The hardest difficulty? That wasn't just training; it was pure torture!
Bullets that should be flying randomly seemed to have eyes and were flying straight at your head. Exposing yourself outside cover for just a few seconds would instantly get you killed, leaving no chance to react.
Plus, the terrible environment and nearly realistic physical conditions... G11 generally wouldn't challenge the highest difficulty; the zombie mode for entertainment was more suitable for her.
As for AK-12 and AN-94 standing behind Angelia, seeing Renault and G11's reactions, they exchanged a strange glance, but as genuine military T-Dolls, they certainly wouldn't lack confidence.
It was just a virtual level in a simulated training device. What could be so difficult?
Thinking this way, Angelia also thought so. She nodded firmly, named the highest difficulty training level, and pointed at it.
Seeing AK-12 and AN-94 connect the data cables, Renault directly started the training device. "Alright, enjoy yourselves. I'll go to the restaurant first. If you're thirsty, there are drinks in the fridge over there."
With that, Renault and G11 walked out of the training room. It was almost lunchtime now, and usually, there would be desserts made by G3 in the restaurant at this time.
As for why dessert before the meal and not after?
That was because T-Dolls couldn't get fat! Can't they have dessert before and after the meal? Anyway, the commander didn't forbid it.
Renault had no reason to forbid it; it was completely unnecessary. No matter how many snacks and desserts G3 made, they would surely be devoured that same day, with the only difference being the length of time.
When he sent vegetables to Gentiane's place that day, if G3 hadn't been making new desserts and made a bit more, and if it hadn't been so late, G36 wouldn't have forbidden the little ones at home from eating at night. Otherwise, Gentiane's place wouldn't have received any desserts.
As for Angelia, who stayed in the training room, she stood with her arms crossed under the screen of the training device, looking up at the simulation combat situation of AK-12 and AN-94 on the screen.
But...why did this look more like an ancient battlefield than a modern one? Was this simulating an ancient battlefield?
And these buildings... They looked familiar? She felt like she had seen them somewhere...
As for AK12 and AN94, who had entered the virtual space, they were now looking at their...gun?
Each of them had a Mosin-Nagant, but one of the rifles had its buttstock and grip broken off, while the other had a dented barrel, as if it had been run over by a tank.
And besides their thick coats and countless bullets in their pockets, they were completely unarmed! They didn't even have a bayonet!