Chapter 263: Hard to Persuade with Kind Words

"Mr. Alexander, your control server at the exhibition has been attacked nineteen times, and one breach even penetrated the firewall's defenses. You should thoroughly check your staff in the server room, and..."

Sitting in front of the tent, Renault held the phone, dialing the number of the person in charge named Alexander.

Although Kyle's Company handled all internal operations of the exhibition, such serious electronic warfare attacks warranted a prior warning to this guy.

Otherwise, if something really went wrong, how would he defend himself against the blame?

"There won't be any problem! All our personnel have undergone strict scrutiny! Commander Renault! If you have no evidence, refrain from making baseless accusations!"

Apparently, Renault was criticizing their server firewall again, and pointing fingers at the behavior of their exhibition staff, which annoyed Alexander, the sales manager who was all about selling mechs and raking in orders.

Without considering Griffin's face, he directly roared at Renault.

Hearing this, Renault shrugged, "Alright, if something really goes wrong later, don't blame me for not warning you."

"So... what should we do now? Can't we just watch the chaos unfold inside the venue?"

Gentiane was now dumbfounded.

She never expected the organizers to be so uncooperative. With so many problems already, and most of them caused by employees of Morozov Corporation, shouldn't they at least conduct some self-inspection?

Just after Gentiane put on her bulletproof vest, Renault informed her of the observations these past few days. The most frequent personnel changes were among the employees of Morozov Corporation.

One group on the first day, another on the third, and both groups were replaced entirely the next day.

Personnel rotation wasn't uncommon, but it was unfortunate that on the third day, these employees managed to bypass Kyle's Company's people through some means. They transported a batch of weapons directly through Morozov's supply crates into the exhibition area.

Renault didn't have the authority to check what these guys were carrying, so he couldn't stop them.

He had already informed Kyle, but they didn't believe him.

After all, Renault hadn't opened the crates for inspection, nor had he left any video evidence. Merely verbal suspicion wasn't enough for Kyle to go over and check.

"There's nothing we can do. Let it be. Some people just can't be reasoned with. Maybe they're intentionally doing this,"

Renault shrugged, squinting towards the direction of the exhibition hall.

M14 and G3 in the helicopter cabin had already started packing up.

Today was the last day of the exhibition, and the mission would end by the evening. There was no need for them to sleep in the cabin anymore.

Without patrol duties, why not just land the aircraft at a proper airport nearby, and they could stay in a nearby hotel?

Even if the conditions were poor, it was still better than the metal floor of the cabin.

He used to think no one would dare owe money to Griffin, but now he realized that although no one dared owe Griffin money, there were people daring enough to make Griffin owe them money!

Didn't that guy, Poryushkin, do this sort of thing at Base 939?

Proactively creating trouble, erasing evidence, making Griffin's mission fail, causing Griffin to compensate the client a large sum of money!

Thinking of this, Renault's eyes flashed with understanding. That's why the commission price was so low.

If you got the order, everyone was happy. If you didn't, just call people to cause trouble, rip off those security contractors who took the commission, and then resell the mechs to other buyers for another profit.

How cunning!

A bunch of profiteers, huh?

But did he have some kind of karmic connection with these money-grubbing bastards?

He had encountered one before, and now there was a highly suspicious Morozov Corporation...

"Cough, Commander, please don't show such terrifying smile; it'll scare the kids," UMP45 reminded, seeing Renault's expression turn increasingly sinister.

"Uh..." Turning around, Renault looked up and saw Gentiane and Papasha shrinking their necks in fear, afraid that Renault might suddenly attack them.

"In any case, be prepared. It's already one o'clock. In a while, those guys will showcase their mechs, and they'll head to a shooting range not far from the venue. If they're going to act, it'll probably be after the mech demonstration is over."

"When showcasing the mechs, haven't they loaded ammunition already?"

"The manual says no, but in reality, those things have already been fully loaded."

"But isn't it normal to showcase weapons? What's strange about loading ammunition in advance?" Gentiane took the manual handed over by Renault and asked, puzzled.

"Because what Morozov Corporation produces are just simple mechs. Their selling point isn't about carrying weapons or having great firepower, but rather their excellent control systems and highly intelligent autonomous AI systems." Weapons and such were just for show; buyers could install whatever weapons they needed themselves.

The shooting range near the exhibition hall was just an ordinary one, more than enough for testing light weapons, but it was absolutely impossible to test heavy weapons. They were still inside the city's quarantine wall; asking to use heavy firepower here was just daydreaming!

But it was probably true that someone wanted to turn this daydream into reality. The weapons that were supposed to be dummies on the mechs walking out of the exhibition hall had all been replaced with real ones, and they were all fully loaded.

As long as they locked onto their targets and pulled the trigger, the anti-ground missiles carried by these mechs would wipe out the entire inspection team here!

"Their movements look very coordinated."

"I wonder how their balance is during a sprint."

As they watched three mechs walking out of the exhibition hall one by one, people began to quietly discuss.

At this moment, Renault was taking pictures of these mechs with his phone, focusing on the weapons part, to avoid any disputes later on.