"Sorry, this is all I can do."
Wearing a set of medical protective gear to ensure he wouldn't get infected by touching the cats, Abram set down his tools and shook his head helplessly at UMP40.
Although he didn't know what kind of situation these two cats had encountered, the conditions of these two tabby cats were already too severe. Even the one with milder symptoms, the Ragdoll, was in the same state.
Injecting these cats with ELID inhibitors could only provide temporary relief. Moreover, the physical resilience of cats compared to humans was incomparable. This dose of inhibitor might prolong a human's life for a few months, enough time to get better treatment.
But for cats... the effects were somewhat disappointing. It might only delay the inevitable for a week, or even less. It all depended on the specific condition of these cats, but at present, except for the Ragdoll, the other two cats probably wouldn't make it through the night.
"Thank you." Glancing at the disappointed faces of UMP40 and BM59, Renault shook his head and placed the prepared cash box in front of Abram.
"This...!? Mr. Renault, this is a bit too much... and I haven't done anything..." Seeing Renault take out a whole box of cash directly, Abram was startled.
"No need to refuse. I know the price of ELID inhibitors. Let's go." Waving his hand, Renault directly signaled UMP40 and the others to leave Abram's shop.
As they walked out of the shop, UMP40 couldn't help but feel despair. Abram had already told her about the treatment status of the infected.
Nowadays, even human patients couldn't necessarily get treatment, let alone their cats.
Legitimate medical institutions wouldn't treat these pets, and even if they did, Renault's two tabby cats were already considered severe cases. They were beyond help even if they were humans.
BM59's Ragdoll cat was a bit better, but not much. Ordinary animals had very poor resistance to collapse radiation. It was fortunate that they hadn't died during the journey here; they owed their survival to Renault's quick response.
"Commander, is there really no hope left?" Looking at the quarantine box where the cats' breathing had just stabilized but their condition remained grim, UMP40 asked somewhat helplessly.
Continuing his pace, Renault glanced over at the quarantine boxes held by the tactical dolls, then looked at Jaeger's Big Orange cat, whose condition was markedly different.
"There might be... but only if this fat orange cat isn't naturally immune to radiation."
Perhaps noticing Renault's gaze on it, the Big Orange cat in Jaeger's arms shifted its position inside the quarantine box, facing Renault with its back.
"Not naturally immune... so?" UMP45's gaze shifted between the Big Orange cat and Renault, thoughtful.
"If it's not naturally immune... then maybe it ate something strange at home. The only strange things at home seem to be those things Commander brought back called 'Zerg Creeps,' right?" UMP45 speculated.
"Close, but it definitely didn't eat the Bacteria carpets directly."
Although the Zerg treated those as nutritional substances, for other animals, they were deadly. After ingestion, they would be corroded by the zerg creep in no time.
Therefore, this Big Orange fellow definitely didn't eat the bacteria carpets...
"Not directly? But aren't all the crops we eat grown on the bacteria carpets?" Hearing Renault's explanation, Jaeger said somewhat puzzled.
"We're Dolls. Everything we eat gets broken down! How could we mutate like humans?" Hearing Jaeger's bewildered words, BM59 sighed with a headache.
"Oh, right."
"Enough chatter, let's hurry back a bit."
Now that these three cats had been injected with inhibitors, they could stabilize their condition a bit before dawn.
As long as they rushed back and found out what Big Orange had eaten to protect it from collapse radiation, there might be a chance to save these three little ones.
This Big Orange cat, should we say it's a lucky fool? Carefree and carefree all day, just eating and drinking, it turned out to be the happiest one among the cats at home.
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"It looks like there won't be any more attacks this time."
HK416 sighed. They had waited for an hour, but there was no sign of further support from the enemies. Obviously, those tanks and armored vehicles were the enemy's final means.
"Well, don't look so disappointed. It's a good thing no one attacked. At least those cuties in the breeding farm won't suffer." MG3 shrugged, holding a carved weapon as she surveyed the surroundings of the factory.
Cuties? Where's the cuteness in that?
Hearing MG3's words, HK416 couldn't help but look at MG3 and wonder if her sense of aesthetics had gone awry again?
The livestock on the breeding farm didn't seem cute at all?
"So boring, I barely even got to do anything, and those guys were already defeated. It feels like there's very little need for fighting here."
Playing with flash grenades in her hand, UMP9 looked somewhat bored as she watched G11 and RFB playing games not far away.
"Well, I haven't even been on a mission yet. Does the commander even remember my existence?"
SpectreM4 sat beside UMP9, loading bullets into her magazine one by one.
"Oh! When did you get here!?"
"I've been here the whole time!"
Ignoring the tactical dolls sitting in the factory responsible for scouting, the others were busy moving various supplies into the underground space.
The dormitory building on the surface was now completely useless, with a large amount of radiation dust entering through the broken windows.
If it were just broken windows, it would be fine, but the walls of the building had also developed cracks and holes, all from the anti-material sniper rifles.
Instead of trying to seal these cracks and repair the glass, as a result, Renault chose to abandon the dormitory building and have everyone move into the underground space. Even if the building were fully repaired, if someone attacked again in the future, it would definitely not withstand the enemy's assault. This place wasn't a fortress; it was just an ordinary dormitory building.
Just as the tactical dolls were finishing up their work, the sound of helicopters could be heard in the distance.
"It looks like the commander is back, unexpectedly early."
Sitting at the entrance of the factory, MG3 raised an eyebrow. Her communication protocol had detected several additional targets, precisely the UMP45 and others who had left with Renault earlier.