Chapter 128: IOP Business Point

"What are we going to do now? How do we explain this when we return? Agent Romanov got his skull pierced by a sausage flying out of nowhere?"

"Who would believe that? It's too absurd..." Anthony initially wanted to say no one would believe it, but looking at the body lying in front of him, even their superior would probably be speechless if presented with this.

"Then what? Do you believe Romanov was killed by a sausage thrown via hand by someone? Do you?" Nicholas closed his eyes, feeling like there were a hundred thousand flies buzzing in his head.

Stephan and Anthony shook their heads simultaneously. Unless they brought all their superiors to the morgue to see this foolish death, otherwise...

Ha! Killed by a sausage? No normal person would ever believe such an absurd cause of death!

...

"Commander, is it really okay just killing that guy from Statesec?" M1 Garand, who had left the area just now and had some concerns about whether those Security Bureau guys would suddenly come after them, asked Renault.

Regardless, that annoying guy who was taken care of by Renault was still a part of Statesec, what would be the consequences of this... M1 Garand was a bit afraid to think about it...

"Don't think too much. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up. It doesn't concern you guys much."

Even if Statesec really wanted trouble them with this, the first person they would come after would definitely be him. After all, among the entire firm he established, he was the only living person.

And the other dolls... dolls were simply not worth a glance for Statesec.

As long as there were constraints in the Root Protocols, dolls couldn't harm humans, which was common knowledge in this world.

And the reason Romanov dared to brazenly approach Renault and point a gun at him was that dolls couldn't shoot at humans, which made dolls even safer than women and children holding weapons. After all, dolls simply couldn't fire... except for that guy, Sten MK2...

"So are we going back now? Ms. Graven already has all the data she needs here." NZ75 and MP5 each carried a hard drive box containing the data obtained from the shipyard.

"No, not yet. We need to find a container to put on the truck first. There's a logistics center in the northeast of the city. Let's go there and have a look. If we can't find one, we'll probably have to find materials to build one ourselves. It's just a shame about the Kamaz truck we almost just got, that truck is much better than the semi-trailer we pieced together." Renault shook his head.

Ultimately, the main task of coming out tonight was to retrieve the shipyard data files needed by Gale, and then get a forty-foot container from the port over here.

The matter from Statesec's side was purely coincidental. Whether they could receive the money in the end?

It was estimated that they could, as long as Statesec hadn't decided to directly join hands with the military to take him down, the money promised by Nicholas shouldn't take too long to arrive in his bank account.

And even if they didn't get it, it didn't matter. There was another big commission on hand, recovering advanced dolls from the explosion center of the collapse liquid. Just hearing about this job, it didn't sound cheap at all.

And dealing with G&K was much easier than dealing with Statesec. If they really dared to not pay, he would go to the city the next day and empty out G&K's local branch base!

Just as Renault was thinking about the next plan, Angie, who had already woken up, suddenly shouted, "Hey! When are you going to let me out!?"

Lying in the powered exoskeleton, she had completely given up struggling. Not to mention the sudden impact that made her spin in the sky and smash through the walls of the shipyard earlier, making her whole body ache like it was falling apart.

It was this heavy powered armor that completely eliminated her idea of struggling further, especially after she saw Renault pull HK416 and M16 out of the overturned cargo hold in the sea.

After relaxing, the urge to make the powered armor move, even at the expense of her life, was gone. She just wanted to get out of this iron shell as soon as possible and find a comfortable bed to sleep in.

"Of course, when we leave this polluted area. Do you want to expose yourself to this kind of radiation pollution? The explosion of the collapsed liquid at the port has made the pollution level in this city even worse. It's better for you to stay inside and at least you won't become infected."

"But... I feel like I can't hold it anymore!?"

"What do you mean you can't hold it... Ha!? You bastard! Can't you just hold it? You just had to do it in my powered exoskeleton! Are you messing with me!?" Hearing Angie's words, Renault was also stunned.

But then he noticed the implied meaning in Angie's angry tone. This guy...

"Who has time to joke about such delicate matters! You don't have any reserves in this powered exoskeleton..." Angie retorted immediately, but before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Renault.

"Wait, wait! Are you wearing protective clothing right now?"

"Of course! Didn't you just see it?"

"Oh, okay, that's fine then. Simonov, prop up this powered exoskeleton a bit and raise the head side. That's all we need to ensure that Griffin's valuable asset doesn't die from her own urinary incontinence. Okay, Miss Angie, please go ahead."

"You!? Renault!? You asshole!"

Angie's furious roar echoed in the powered exoskeleton, causing a certain Miss M16, who had to pose in a shameful manner due to her fractured spine, to helplessly tug at the corners of her mouth.

Of course, Miss Angie was eventually saved, avoiding the embarrassing situation of having to relieve herself in protective clothing.

This was thanks to the IOP business point of this area, where all kinds of facilities were available, including radiation-shielded safe houses and isolation chambers specifically designed to disinfect dolls.

Although using them for humans had some risks, Angie couldn't care less at the moment.

Meanwhile, Renault was enthusiastically inspecting the abandoned equipment at the IOP business point.

As a doll manufacturer, even though this was just an IOP marketing point in a city, the equipment provided was extremely complete. Even the imprinting equipment used to imprint weapons was available.

There were also five doll repair pods, which was more than the number in Griffin's sub-base. Most importantly, there were those unused doll repair materials stored in the warehouse.

These things could fetch a hefty sum on the black market, but only a fool would sell them. Why not keep them for personal use?

"Commander! Come and take a look at this!" C96's voice suddenly rang out, seeming to have found something good.