Sorry for no weekend updates, I wasn't online last weekend.
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Human PMC?
"Isn't this Griffin's contracted jurisdiction? Why are there human PMCs?"
This surprised Renault a bit. After all, they had already hired security contractors. With Griffin being such a behemoth, shouldn't they just directly handle the security maintenance of this large area?
How could there still be other security contractors existing in the area under Griffin's responsibility?
"Well... there's nothing that can't be said. It's like this." Gentiane hesitated for a moment before speaking, but then she remembered the despicable face of that employer and those human PMCs.
Not only did they cancel the agreement at the last minute, but they even let a group of peers enter her jurisdiction. It felt like a thorn stuck in her throat!
Most importantly... those guys had pretty decent equipment, enough to make her envious...
"One of the employers in our jurisdiction strongly demanded that we allocate manpower to protect his factory. However, that area is very close to Sangvis Ferri's control zone, and SF Dolls often enter that direction as individuals. But those Sangvis Ferri guys aren't really interested in factories without any human activity."
"If our tactical dolls didn't go, it would be fine. Once they went to that area, it's very likely that they would directly clash with Sangvis Ferri's Dolls in that area. So, in order to..."
"In order to avoid damaging those factories during the fight, you didn't deploy manpower there?"
Well, Sangvis Ferri wouldn't be interested in those light industrial factories and equipment that were useless to them anyway. It wasn't a problem to temporarily let go and accumulate strength.
"Exactly, because even if no one defends there, the factories won't be damaged."
So, it was best to lure all those Sangvis Ferri infiltrators into safe positions within S09's jurisdiction and eliminate them, ensuring the overall security of S09's jurisdiction. Searching for the missing tactical doll was her top priority now.
Although Persica had been causing her trouble frequently these days, compared to these human PMCs, Persica was like a lamb facing a wolf.
At least Persica wouldn't flaunt military-grade mechs in front of her tactical dolls.
"Alright, I understand the situation, thanks... Oh, by the way, did you two eat all the ingredients I sent last time?"
Hearing this, Renault nodded. He just needed to know the location, but just as he was about to thank them and leave, Renault suddenly remembered these two guys in front of him, who had also eaten those mutant vegetables sent by his household.
"Hmm? We did eat them. Is there a problem?" Gentiane raised an eyebrow, wondering why Renault was asking this. Did he want to sell them some of his household's produce again? Well, the taste was indeed good.
"Hey, hey, don't tell me you want to charge us now? You clearly said those were free!" Kalina jumped out, thinking Renault was asking to charge them for something.
"I wouldn't go back on my word for such a trivial matter. But seeing you so spirited, there shouldn't be any problem. You can ask MDR or others for specific information later. Thanks for this time."
With that, Renault took back his phone, waved to the flying craft in the sky, then grabbed the rope thrown down by his own tactical doll and effortlessly climbed up.
Watching the flying craft gradually fly away, Kalina scratched her head in confusion. "What did he mean by that? Could it be that all the ingredients he sent over last time were problematic? But he himself ate them that day, didn't he?"
When Renault brought them things, Kalina watched him eat half a watermelon with her own eyes, and he seemed perfectly fine.
"Tsk, don't think like that. Renault is special. He doesn't even wear protective suits in heavily polluted areas, let alone now. He's still alive and kicking. There's no comparison between him and us, for sure."
After Kalina's words, Gentiane also began to worry. Just because Renault was fine after eating didn't mean they would be!
"He doesn't wear protective suits in heavily polluted areas? Is he still considered human?" Hearing Gentiame say this, Kalina's first reaction was that Gentiane was joking. But seeing Gentiane's serious expression, she knew she wasn't joking. So what Gentiane said was probably true!
"I don't know either, but no matter how you look at it... Let's go back first. We need to arrange for our tactical dolls to patrol."
They couldn't let their tactical dolls idle. Otherwise, when Persica came knocking again later, she wouldn't have any excuse to fend her off.
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"The location should be fine, but speaking of which, Commander, what exactly are we doing this time? We can't just be here to test the capabilities of this aircraft, can we? And how should we refer to this thing now? Helicopter? Aircraft? Or should we give her a name?"
MDR said as she raised her hand and patted the seat. All these seats were removed from the previous tiltrotor aircraft. Since they were brought over from the military, the quality of the seats was quite good.
"Haven't you heard what Gentiane said? That employer has now hired a group of human PMCs to guard his factory nearby. The number of those PMCs who attacked us last time is very different from the information they posted online."
There were too few of them.
Although that PMC wasn't as famous as Griffin, they weren't weak either. Just by looking at their performance in battle, it was clear that most of them had experienced war.
Such a group of people gathered together, their experiences and origins were very similar to those of Griffin at the beginning. The only difference was probably that Griffin's sponsor was much more generous than the businessman behind them.
"Are all the remaining operatives of that PMC company here in S09's jurisdiction?"
"Where else could they be? They can't just sit and eat in their own base, can they?"
While Renault and MDR were talking, Simonov had already flown the aircraft to the location given by Gentiane.
From Gentiane's base to the airspace above this factory area, it only took a few minutes. The speed of this aircraft definitely exceeded that of the original tiltrotor aircraft.
And just as Simonov was piloting the aircraft closer to the target location, two piercing whistles suddenly sounded from below in the factory area!
"Be careful! Anti-aircraft missiles!"
Simonov shouted loudly, reminding the tactical dolls inside the cabin not to fall over in the upcoming shock.