"What have you been feeding this guy?" Renault wondered as he watched the big orange cat rubbing against Jaeger's ankle, begging for food.
It was quite strange. Why was a single orange cat seemingly immune to the collapse radiation?
So many abilities that humans longed for but couldn't attain, yet they appeared in a cat?
"We haven't given Big Orange anything strange. It's just our usual meals. Big Orange doesn't usually like cat food," replied Jaeger.
The usual meals? That shouldn't be anything strange.
Renault couldn't figure it out either and quickly urged Jaeger to put Big Orange into the quarantine box.
The conditions of the other three cats were not as optimistic as Big Orange's. It was no exaggeration to say they were barely clinging to life. Whether they could hold on until they found a veterinarian with these few little ones was uncertain.
Seeing the three cats barely breathing in the quarantine box, it's no wonder the tactical dolls at home all seemed ready to kill.
"Remember to keep an eye on everything at home. If anyone attacks again, just take them all out! Understood?" Renault instructed MDR, who hadn't taken off her powered exoskeleton yet.
Although MDR had just located the exact position of those enemies' headquarters or base using the signal transmitter, Renault didn't have time to go directly there and pick a fight with those bastards.
Compared to the trouble of dealing with those bastards plotting in the dark, finding a veterinarian for these three little ones was more important. After all, as long as he was alive and his tactical dolls were intact, those bastards would always reappear.
After returning this time, he had to hurry up and finish constructing the spaceship's hull. At the very least, he needed to move all the living quarters inside the hull.
Ordinary buildings were still too fragile for those unidentified attackers. This time they were lucky, as only the dormitory building was attacked, and the tanks and armored vehicles were stopped far away. Otherwise, without the tanks firing, just the machine guns on the armored vehicles could have put several holes in the vertical farm and breeding farm.
In that case, everything he had worked so hard to create would have been scrapped.
"Understood! Commander, you can rest assured!" Upon hearing this, MDR clasped her hands in front of her, making her powered exoskeleton look pitiful.
"Don't be so pitiful! Monitor all kinds of signals in this area. If anyone comes, contact immediately."
"Yes, understood." MDR nodded, then waved to Renault, who was piloting the helicopter.
HK416 and G11 beside MDR looked a little depressed as they watched the helicopter gradually rise and fly away, but when they thought that there might be more enemies coming later, this depression was thrown out of their minds.
On the helicopter, besides Renault himself, there were UMP40 and UMP45, as well as BM59 with the stuffed cat and Jaeger with Big Orange.
Because they were going to the city, the powered exoskeletons couldn't be brought along, and Renault now felt that the powered exoskeleton equipment was falling behind.
What was the use of powered exoskeletons with only machine guns? It was useful for fighting the infected and the mercenaries who weren't wearing heavy protective suits, but when those heavy protective suits appeared in batches like they were on sale, the weapons on the powered exoskeletons were obviously inadequate.
No wonder the military and the Ministry of Internal Affairs were so at ease with G&K using tactical tactical dolls produced by IOP in large quantities.
All the weapons they were holding were outdated. They were just right for maintaining public order, but if they were up against the military... the situation would definitely be one-sided.
"Are you sure the owner of that shop last time was a veterinarian?" Renault asked UMP40 as he piloted the helicopter.
Last time she bought these cats from the pet shop, the owner of that shop seemed to be a veterinarian. After all, if he owned the shop himself, he could save a lot of costs.
Of course, it was also possible that the owner of that shop just liked these pets, so he deliberately learned the trade.
"Well, the owner of that shop, Abram, was treating a pet dog at the time, but... I'm not sure if he can treat ELID..."
After all, this disease was very difficult to cure.
Mild symptoms were okay, as long as you spent a lot of money on treatment, there was still a good chance of recovery, but for severe patients... it was almost equivalent to death.
And once severe patients died, there was a good chance they would turn into raging ELID infected, attacking anything they could perceive.
And the two tabby cats in the quarantine box in her hands were undoubtedly very serious. They had stayed in the heavily contaminated red zone for several minutes, plus their small size...
Once the skin on their bodies started to rot and siliconize... it would be completely hopeless...
The inspection into the city did not bring any trouble to Renault and the others. With UMP40 and UMP45, the two electronic warfare-specialized tactical dolls present, all the detection and identity recognition devices were easily bypassed.
If it weren't for the fact that Renault didn't intend to stay in this city permanently, UMP45 could even help Renault make a new identity card.
"The defense measures of these cities are a bit outdated. Aren't they afraid that some scheming guys will sneak in? Fortunately, we're not." Watching the guards behind them who were completely unaware of any anomalies, UMP45 murmured quietly.
"What's there to be afraid of? The guys managing this city are probably lying flat by now. They can handle trivial matters easily, but they can't handle big ones. When the time comes, all they have to do is ask for help from the Statesec or the military."
Renault had already noticed when he came here that none of the cities he had visited had very strict security measures. Except for the strict checks on ELID infected, the rest of the checks were quite ordinary.
Simonov could use her brains to sneak in, not to mention UMP45 and the others.
Because they had been here before, and finding their way was naturally effortless for tactical dolls, so the group didn't take long to find the pet shop they had visited last time.
The owner of the pet shop, Abram, seemed to be a slightly thin man. When he saw UMP40 pushing open the door with the quarantine box, he greeted her warmly.
After all, it was rare to see tactical dolls who would spend money to buy pets from him, or rather, it was extremely rare.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the cats?" Putting down the pet magazine in his hand, Abram stood up and asked UMP40.