Chapter 230: Let me take one picture! Just one!

Don't be fooled by their commander's usual serious demeanor; deep down, he's quite mischievous!

Seeing Simonov holding the test pistol, shooting at the infected with a grimace on her face, HK416 finally understood.

The box of ammunition just brought out, the gradually increasing number of infected, and now Simonov; although this guy was clearly asking for trouble, if it were any other normal commander, they wouldn't casually assign such a task to their T-Dolls.

But regular commanders wouldn't even get assigned experimental weapons tasks.

And seeing Simonov in the distance, still shooting each infected one by one despite her grimace, left HK416 feeling uneasy.

Especially seeing that joke of a prototype in Simonov's hand, thinking back to her strong request for the weapon imprint system, it seemed like under these weapons, it had truly become a joke.

You can aim well, you have high human-machine efficiency, but you can't penetrate enemy armor.

After pondering, HK416 found the reason for the problem: it seemed...to be because the enemy's target selection was wrong. Tactical Dolls were designed mainly for directional use, not to maintain area stability while simultaneously repelling a limited number of infected units, right?

The primary combat targets should have been armed thugs or armed troublemakers; the infected weren't even listed in the IOP's combat manual.

After all, Tactical Dolls were responsible for dealing with armed personnel, while heavy firepower in various cities was responsible for dealing with those difficult-to-handle infected.

These infected weren't supposed to be their primary targets, were they?

And she didn't even have much contact with the infected during her long time in Griffin; even if there were one or two occasions, those infected were all guys who could be easily taken down.

Nowhere near the likes of the infected Renault dug up from the ground; a whole magazine of bullets couldn't even blow their heads open! The siliconized surface on their bodies was even tougher than ordinary light armor!

"Woohoo! Haha! This gun is quite enjoyable to shoot!"

While HK416 was feeling frustrated, on the other side, Simonov was ecstatic, completely forgetting about the "risk of a barrel explosion" mentioned by Renault earlier.

After all, if this gun was used to shoot the infected, it was one shot, one kill; not a single infected could withstand a bullet.

Even shooting at the chest could directly blast a big hole in them, rendering the infected immediately immobilized.

Unless she idly decided to shoot the toes of the infected, causing a situation where one shot wasn't enough to kill.

And although the recoil of this gun far exceeded Simonov's imagination, it wasn't a problem for her, who had replaced her body with an enhanced one; she only needed to slightly increase the energy load on her arms to perfectly control the weapon.

"Ah, be careful with the last bullet, the charge of that bullet is a bit...," Renault, who was sitting on the side, counting the number of bullets in the magazine and observing the effects of the attacks, suddenly reminded.

But Simonov couldn't stop herself. Upon hearing Renault's words, her finger had already pulled the trigger...

Snap!

"Ouch!"

Different from the normal gunshot, a loud bang rang out, and Simonov let out a miserable scream, then, holding the now blooming wreckage of the gun, she covered her forehead and ran towards Renault.

"Commander! Did this thing really explode!?" Feeling the pain on her forehead, tears were already swirling in Simonov's eyes, wondering why her commander's words had to come true!?

The pain on her forehead indicated that her synthetic skin must have been completely penetrated, and the cylindrical object embedded in her forehead might even have pierced her skull!

Besides the unknown object on her forehead, there were also several fragments on her face, whether they were fragments of the gun barrel or the gun body.

"Oops, I see, it seems that the calculation is not wrong, using ordinary alloy steel alone seems to be insufficient, the gun barrel needs to be thickened, the structural stability of the gun body is insufficient, and the structural strength needs to be further improved..."

Hearing Simonov's cries, Renault nodded calmly, took out a notebook from his pocket, and recorded this experimental data completely.

"Ah? Ah hey! Commander! Didn't you see my current plight!? This thing is stuck on my forehead and I can't get it off! Hurry up and help me pull it out!?" Seeing Renault's behavior, Simonov looked up at the cylindrical object on her forehead with sorrow.

The circulating fluid flowing from the wound had already covered her entire face, looking bloody and miserable.

Simonov waved the gun barrel, which had already exploded into a bellflower, somewhat frantically. She wished she could snatch Renault's notebook away and tear it up, but she didn't dare...

If she did, she might be dismantled by Renault on the spot, and then the parts of the ancient Prowler that she had used would be reassembled on her body, allowing her to experience the fear of being controlled by the Prowler's quadrupedal mechanical arms again!

"Ahahaha! What's going on here!? Simonov! Are you playing some old tricks!? Triple speed red horns? Ahahaha! Don't move! Such a memorable scene! How can it not be recorded!"

Finally, under the successive gunshots, MDR and the others ran out following the sound, but as soon as they stepped out of the factory gate, they saw Simonov's bizarre appearance, and the phone in their hands was raised without a word!

"Stop!?"

Although she had no guard against MDR's appearance, Simonov's reaction was still alert. As soon as she heard MDR's words, without waiting for MDR to press the shutter, she immediately bent down and ran to the outskirts of the factory area, leaving a miserable image behind.

"Ah! Don't run! Wait! M200! Quickly intercept her for me!"

MDR shouted loudly while running, but unfortunately, M200 was a good girl, and she didn't immediately act on MDR's request; instead, she looked up at Renault, seeing that Renault hadn't spoken, she naturally stood still, watching MDR chase after her alone.

"Renault, aren't you going to stop them?" Seeing Renault completely indifferent to this, HK416 couldn't help but turn around and ask Renault.

The behavior of these two seemed a bit too carefree; when she was in Griffin, she didn't see any commander allow their T-Dolls to run around like this, especially in this kind of red zone.

In such heavily polluted areas, even T-Dolls could suffer body damage from radiation, especially during intense activity.

Bang!

"Oops!"