Chapter 129: Not Knowing the Value of Firewood and Rice Until One Is the Head of the Household

"A portable ammunition conversion device? Does IOP have such advanced toys?" Renault frowned as he examined the rectangular box in front of C96 and glanced at the manual in his hand.

Inside the half-height large box were small devices, each no larger than a pencil case, numbering about forty or fifty. On the other side of the box were composite material boxes containing raw materials.

When using it, you only need to insert the small devices into the exit of the material box and then select the desired bullet specifications.

This device can convert all those materials into ammunition that tactical dolls can use, which is very convenient. The only drawback is that the materials for making ammunition need to be ordered separately from IOP...

Swindler!

But now it's mine. There are just a bunch of dolls at home, and he's hesitating whether to directly modify the imprinted weapons of a group of dolls and replace them all with some standard bullet specifications.

With this device now, there's no need to worry about logistics supply issues in the future. Of course, it's just temporary not to worry. To be honest, Renault wasn't really impressed at those imprinted weapons used by the T-Dolls.

It's already 2061, more than halfway through the 21st century, and they're still using weapons from the last century... Even the Nagant Revolver was already a product of the century before the last, couldn't they come up with something new?

Every time Renault saw Nagant Revolver meticulously loading bullets one by one, he had the impulse to replace her weapon, even though because Nagant was a doll, the time it took to reload didn't exceed three seconds.

But compared to P38 and M1911 next to her, it's like night and day.

Three seconds, what can you do in three seconds?

Let alone a doll, even an ordinary human, as long as they are skilled, three seconds is enough to change the magazine and fire most of the bullets.

Single-loading, and then having to individually eject each shell after firing, the Nagant revolver, for this era, is a bit outdated. And with the same problem, there's also M1 Garand, Simonov, and C96.

When they load, they either use strip clips or bridge clips. Although because they are dolls, their speed isn't slow when reloading, these things ultimately aren't as convenient as magazines, whether for carrying or reloading.

"Bring it, move it, put it in the truck's compartment, well done."

"Hehe..." C96, who had her head touched by Renault, blushed slightly and smiled shyly, then walked up to the box, "Hey!" and tried to lift it.

Sadly, she was unable to lift it.

"Vector! CF05! Come help move things!"

"Oh, coming, Commander, the stuff in the other bag hanging on the handlebars of the bike, is it Collapse liquid?" CF05 walked in and helped C96 lift the box while asking Renault.

There were two plastic bags hanging on the handlebars of the bicycle Renault rode back. One side contained some dried sausages, while the other side contained several greenish cans.

Snap!

Renault slapped his forehead, "It's all because of that guy Romanov, I forgot to give that stuff to those Statesec guys." Oh well, it's useless to say these things now, he'll give them to that guy Angelia later and have her take those things back.

He wouldn't keep this stuff in his own home. Who knows if these collapse liquid bottles salvaged from the sea might suddenly burst. If this thing exploded while he was sleeping one day, that would turn into a permanent sleep.

Even though Renault can now absorb the energy from the collapse liquid in some way, without proper measures, just unscrewing the lid is enough to turn a city directly from a green zone to a red zone.

If he brought this thing back and opened it, before long, the city they inhabited would be deserted. By then, not to mention eating meat, they would probably be exploited by black market merchants just to buy a pack of MRE.

There are many good things in the IOP sales point, all of which are things Renault wanted to buy but couldn't. IOP obviously values these things for their own use, and they're hardly ever seen on the black market. Even if they are, the prices are sky-high.

When a certain disgraced Griffin commander came out of the safe house, what was left in the originally full IOP storefront was only the layer of disinfection system she had passed through.

And when Angelia entered the powered exoskeleton, she was pushed out by P38 while M1911 and Nagant, who had been waiting beside her were not polite at all. They quickly dismantled the disinfection system and directly carried it onto the truck!

Angelia, who was still inside the powered exoskeleton, was astonished.

Are you guys really security contractors? How can your behavior be even more bandit-like than bandits! After coming in, nothing was left!

Even the pens at the front desk were taken away by Nagant and packed into sacks! Not even the IOP promotional brochures were left behind! What are you going to do with those things!?

"Do you... really need to do this? Isn't it too greedy to take everything away!?" Looking at the full car of various equipment, Angelia thought she had never seen such greedy people in her life... and dolls too...

It's fine to take some scarce equipment, but why do you want to take away even the folding chairs in the reception hall?

If it weren't for the fact that the cargo compartment of this truck was already full, she estimated that those dolls would even find a way to bring back the reception counter at IOP!

"Huh? Really, you don't know the value of firewood and rice when you're not the head of the household. We're just a small business here, how can we be as lavish as G&K, building a base everywhere we go, having everything we want." Upon hearing Angelia's words, Simonov, who was unfastening the gun belt on M16, sighed.

Meanwhile, MDR was trying to get HK416 out of the basket in front of the bicycle.

But perhaps because the powered exoskeleton was too strong, she just gave a light tug, and HK416 with the basket fell off, with the iron wire connecting to the bicycle also breaking...

The only problem was that HK416 still maintained the posture of being stuck in the basket.

Seeing HK416 suddenly fall to the ground for no reason, she felt her temples throb, but she couldn't speak. The radiation interference, coupled with being soaked in seawater, made her unable to move at all now.

Of course, her consciousness was still clear, and perhaps her facial expression system could still function normally...

"Wow, this guy is really stuck tight." MDR looked at HK416 stuck in the basket and couldn't help but sigh.

But MDR's sudden opening of the hatch and the phone she strimprinted out made HK416, who had long been annoyed, feel even more anxious...

What is this guy trying to do again!?

...oh.

"Oh, it's pink, and there's a little bow. I didn't expect even the newly manufactured advanced T-dolls to be so girly. I'll take a picture! Oh, yeah! That's the teeth-gritting expression of helplessness! Thank you!"

Snap! Snap!

The sound of the phone's shutter and the flash of the flashlight made Angelia extremely conflicted. In the end, she chose to play dead; it was irresistible. Didn't they see that she was still lying motionless in this iron coffin?