"Commander, we've been locked onto several times by anti-aircraft weapons along the way. Are you sure it's okay for us to fly straight like this?" SPAS-12 sighed, glancing at the just-disappeared anti-aircraft firepower locking warning.
Her heart had been fluctuating with the frequency of those alarms throughout the journey. Now, as they neared their destination, would they be shot down directly by the anti-aircraft missiles in these white and green zones?
Those land-based anti-aircraft missiles were still operational, unlike the single soldier anti-aircraft missiles used earlier.
They were not only faster but also had greater firepower. SPAS-12 wasn't sure if the aircraft could withstand such attacks.
"It's fine, just keep flying straight. Those guys won't recognize where our aircraft is from anyway."
Although Mrs. Graven had some connections, the pass she provided was just a regular cargo pass.
As long as the ground radar stations couldn't identify their aircraft or see the turrets hidden beneath the armor plates on their hull, they could fly safely to their destination.
It was the same when they went back. As long as they didn't do anything unusual or expose the weapons carried on the aircraft, there wouldn't be any problems.
This time, Renault didn't intend to pick a fight with anyone; he was just here to deliver goods. Besides, apart from the two members of the Graven family, he didn't know anyone else here and had no need to resort to violence.
Although Renault said to fly straight, SPAS-12 still made a slight detour to avoid those places that looked particularly important.
However, even so, the aircraft quickly arrived over William Port, and the unloading point arranged by Mrs. Graven was next to a warehouse of a shipyard in William Port.
As SPAS-12 was dealing with the troublesome docking procedures, Renault also saw Mrs. Graven waiting below.
Unexpectedly, this old lady had come personally for this batch of goods.
"Long time no see, Mrs. Graven." Jumping off the aircraft, Renault directly greeted Mrs. Graven.
"Ah, Renault, you're doing well in your business. I didn't expect you could get your hands on such advanced aircraft."
Similar aircraft capable of vertical takeoff and landing were still under military research, and only a small number of test aircraft had been put into use, nevermid fully functional ones being used.
She didn't expect Renault who was just a small private security contractor could get hold of such good stuff!
"It's okay, but this commission from your side is the only one we've had recently." Renault waved his hand and gestured to SPAS-12 to open the rear cargo door of the cabin so that the transport personnel could unload the goods inside.
"And picking up cargo like this, you could have sent anyone from your side. Was it necessary for you to come personally?"
"Well, I had some free time, and my son seems to have found someone recently. He must be busy now, so I took the opportunity to come out and relax. I'm really grateful this time. Voula seems to be thinking of paying back what he owes us. It's a relief that nothing happened this time."
Clearly, they were facing a crisis in their own company, but all she could think of was their side of the matter.
"Hehe," listening to Mrs. Graven's words and seeing the giant crates being unloaded from the cabin, Renault smiled and waved his hand, "Even if we weren't here, it wouldn't be a big problem. There are quite a few Griffin dolls hiding in that place."
"Well, now that they've almost finished unloading, we should take our leave."
"Hmm? Why the rush? Is there something urgent?"
"Well, sort of. There's a job collaborating with Statesec, and I guess they won't be too welcoming here either. Those guys standing around like they're keeping watch from a distance have been restless since a while ago."
"Ah, those young Stasi fellows. After all, we're still outsiders here. Jumping straight into the construction of heavy cruisers would inevitably arouse some covetousness. But fortunately, the people here are relatively friendly. Since you're in a hurry to leave, I won't keep you. Come over whenever you have time."
"Of course, if I have time. Also, this is a gift prepared by RFB and M200 for you. They didn't mention coming over themselves, they're probably a bit shy."
As she spoke, SPAS-12 pulled out a large box from the cabin.
It was filled with various specialties produced by vertical farms, along with several food boxes containing various pastries made by G36 and G3 recently.
"A gift? Hey! These two little ones! They're so thoughtful! Let me see!" Upon hearing Renault's words, the old lady immediately approached with a smile.
After taking out the things to be handed over to Mrs. Graven, Renault was about to leave.
The feeling of being watched by the Stasi wasn't pleasant at all. He just hoped they wouldn't pursue them too aggressively.
Seeing this, Mrs. Graven didn't try to keep them any longer, just said a few words, instructing them to bring RFB and M200 along next time.
"Wow, is that it? I thought we could stop by the port for a while and go out to the city to buy something!" Seeing that Renault had no intention of letting them go out, SPAS-12 said helplessly.
"Are we the ones feeling frustrated? We've been sitting on the aircraft doing nothing, just helping to move a few boxes, and now this commission is considered complete?" UMP9 shook her head discontentedly, looking at the crowded port outside.
Even if Renault let them go out, those Stasi guys stationed at various exits of the port probably wouldn't agree.
"Alright, be content. It's fortunate those guys didn't rush up and tie me up directly." Renault said, urging SPAS-12 to speed up the aircraft.
Renault didn't care about the specifics of Angelia's mission, but he remembered that AR Team led by Gentiane should be eliminating a Sangvis Ferri elite doll soon, right?
It was proper business to hurry back and pick up people .
As for accompanying Angelia's two T-Dolls to investigate, MDR and RFB, in Safe House 3... there was no need for him to worry about these two lazy bums.
Although they slacked off all day, they were reliable when it came to serious matters...