"Hiss, ha... I haven't done so much work in one day for a long time." Putting the supply box in her hand into the cabin, Simonov took advantage of Renault's absence and sat down next to Executioner.
Renault went with MG3 to check the supplies just now. Now there was only Executioner next to her and M4A1 sitting and resting not far away.
Seeing that there was no one around... well, no one who would report to Renault, Simonov quietly took out a flat wine flask from her skirt pocket.
The same model as A-91, because this thing is easy to carry, can be put into the pocket, and doesn't look very obvious, so when she went to the city to buy things before, Simonov also got herself a set.
There are large and small ones, and the one in her hand can hold about half a pound of wine. After unscrewing the lid and taking a sip, Simonov immediately let out a sigh of satisfaction, "Puha! It's true that a sip after work is the most comfortable! Do you want to drink?"
Hearing Simonov's words, Executioner, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes, first looked at the wine flask handed over by Simonov, then looked up at Simonov, and then took the flask with her left hand that could still move.
Gulp!
Executioner, who got the wine flask, took a big sip without hesitation but did not intend to return it to Simonov. Instead, she stretched out her finger and pointed behind Simonov, with an ambiguous smile on her face.
"Huh?" Simonov was stunned, and then felt a palm falling directly on her head.
"I think you are itching for trouble, right? You just crashed into the ground while driving a gunship, and now you dare to drink!?" Renault's voice suddenly sounded from behind Simonov, and at the same time, five fingers clasped together!
A hand grabbed Simonov's head and lifted her up!
"It hurts! Ouch! Next time... next time I will never drink while driving!" Simonov begged for mercy as soon as her feet left the ground.
"Tsk, stay in the training room after you go back, or I will replace the four-wheeled mechanical arm of the Prowler with you!"
There has been no combat mission for too long, and these guys have all become lazy.
But now it is different from before. With these guys made by Sangvis Ferri causing trouble in this area, those ordinary mercenaries have all hidden and dared not show up.
There is no escort commission at all. The only places where the military is guarding the land transportation routes that can still operate normally are those where the military is guarding.
Sea and air transportation are still operating normally, but the transportation costs have directly increased. Especially by sea, in order to avoid the contamination of goods by a strange cloud of collapse particles at sea, most of the things that need to be transported need special protective treatment and finally be loaded into special protective containers.
It was indeed not necessary a few years ago, but after the collapse particle cloud floated over the southern sea area in the past two years, this kind of thing has become the norm.
However, Renault estimated that this had a lot to do with his staying in the red zone. After all, his reputation at the beginning was limited to a few cities. In addition, he had been tinkering with spacecraft and had not appeared much during this period. Maybe some people thought that his security contracting company had closed down.
However, it was normal. Who let Griffin and Sangvis Ferri fight fiercely now? Griffin's name can be heard almost everywhere. As a result, other security contractors and even smaller security contractors of similar scale to Renault disappeared passively.
Renault pinched Simonov's head and fell into deep thought. Simonov couldn't stand it anymore and turned off the pain simulation system. Then she hung in the air like a piece of bacon, looking helplessly at Executioner in front of her with a smile on her face.
Executioner looked at Simonov's embarrassed appearance and drank happily. With Simonov's collapsed face, she didn't even need any snacks!
Not far away, M4A1 lowered her head at this time, hiding her chin under her skeleton mask and holding back her smile. The dolls under this commander's command... looked quite interesting...
Beep beep beep--!
Just as Simonov was hesitating whether to remind Renault that she was still being pinched in his hand, Renault's mobile phone rang first, and Simonov was freed. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she joined the group of porters composed of Vespids.
How dare she ask for the wine flask back from Executioner...
"Hello?" Looking at the caller ID, Renault picked up the phone directly. It was Gentiane, who was quite smart and knew to call him before sending someone over.
"Commander Renault, about M4A1..."
Before Gentiane finished her words, she saw Renault turn his phone and put M4A1 in it, "Here, it's right here. When will your people arrive? If it takes too long, wait for me to take them back on my way back."
"Oh, they'll be there soon. I have two dolls who were patrolling near that area before. I should be able to see them now." Seeing M4A1 sitting next to her in the picture, Gentiane was delighted! Finally found! This search and rescue mission should be over now, right?
As she was talking, two figures with dolls appeared from the direction where Executioner had just come from.
"Commander Renault!" As soon as she saw Renault, MG3 under Gentiane raised her hand and waved at him.
"Hmm? It's you. M4A1 is over there. Take her back." Renault raised his head towards M4A1, who was sitting beside him. He didn't think of catching M4A1 in his hands.
Now there are probably many people watching this guy. Sangvis Ferri wants to find her, Persica from 16lab is also looking for her, and Griffin also needs the information in M4A1's hand.
In this case, if M4A1 is really taken away, I'm afraid many people will be furious.
"Oh! Hello! I'm MG3, this is MP5, we are..."
"Tsk, why are you still introducing yourself here? Didn't you just leave not long ago? You pretend not to know each other after changing clothes?" Seeing Gentiane's MG3 and MP5 standing in front of M4A1 and introducing themselves, Executioner muttered speechlessly.
M4A1 also frowned in a strange way. MG3 and MP5 had just left from another direction to check the various equipment and materials in the factory area, and they didn't bring dolls with them... How could it be?
"Hey, Commander, we found a food factory over there, with snacks and other things. Should we move away?" MG3, holding a sausage in one hand and a box in the other, came back and asked Renault as she walked.
MP5 and C96 beside her did the same thing, except that they changed to other kinds of snacks.
"Huh?" M4A1 and Executioner almost simultaneously raised their voices of surprise when they saw MG3 and MP5 coming over.
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