Chapter 262: I'll Recruit Your T-Dolls After You Die

"UMP9... The Commander said we should handle it ourselves... So what should we do exactly?"

UMP40 listened to the busy tone on the other end of the line, feeling extremely frustrated as she glanced at UMP9 beside her.

"Well, just throw them out. After all, a fruit knife like this is quite normal, right?"

"But... I've never seen anyone carry hundreds of knives on themselves. Isn't it heavy?"

"It should be fine. These knives are quite light. Hey, 40, watch how accurate my throws are!"

UMP9 exclaimed excitedly, catching the thrown fruit knives and effortlessly throwing them back.

Seeing the situation didn't seem dangerous to the bystanders, they decided to stay and watch.

UMP9 and the small figure with knives all over like they were participating in some sort of circus act.

As more onlookers gathered, UMP40 sighed in exasperation.

The small figure in front of her was caught stealing oil, and when she confronted him, he revealed the multitude of knives strapped to his body.

These knives varied in style and condition, some rusty from long use.

He appeared ready to fight, mustering his strength to throw knives at UMP40 and her companion.

However, despite his determination, the knives lacked significant force, barely piercing their clothes. Plus, with the small figure and the girl behind him holding a cat both being around ten years old, they couldn't resort to physical violence.

...

"So you brought these two little troublemakers back?"

Holding his head, Renault couldn't believe UMP40 would be so lenient. Even if they couldn't be punished, couldn't they at least be kept outside the exhibition area?

"These, uh, sorry, Commander." UMP40 scratched her head, embarrassed as she smiled apologetically at Renault.

"Alright, just hurry up and send these two out. I'm not equipped to take care of kids here, and it's too dangerous for them. Get going." Watching UMP40's sheepish smile, Renault waved his hand dismissively.

Dealing with Angelia would be more reliable than dealing with this situation.

He couldn't just bring these kids into the Red Zone to live, especially since many of his T-Dolls were still immature. Having these kids around would only cause chaos.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for UMP40 to usher the two troublemakers out, but their mother had already found the checkpoint and was stopped by the security there.

Upon seeing UMP40 with the two, she initially looked relieved but then noticed UMP40's weapons and the person behind her, prompting her to grab the kids and run.

UMP40 returned alone, feeling a bit dejected. She didn't even get to ask the kids their names.

"Alright, stop pouting. Taking care of kids is out of the question. You can take care of a cat or some other pet instead. Why haven't I seen you helping MG3 over there? They have plenty of animals too, right?"

Hearing Renault's words, both Gentiane and MG3 looked over.

Animals? Who's calling for me, MG3?

UMP40 shook her head speechlessly.

Pets? Commander, you're really something.

Clearly, those are large animals, not small ones. How did they become "pets" in Renault's mind?

"Oh, speaking of which, we have an MG3 back at base, but she didn't come out with us this time."

SPAS-12, rummaging through supply boxes, noticed MG3's puzzled expression and explained.

"Another one? So, this group of T-Dolls isn't entirely not only the ones under Commander Renault's command?" Gentiane asked SPAS-12 about Renault, a commander who wasn't affiliated with Griffin but could still receive missions from Helianthus, arousing her curiosity.

"No, this time it's probably only about a third? If we don't count the Sangvis androids and the other two."

Sangvis?!

Sangvis!? I've heard of it before. Haven't all those droids and the Sangvis's mainframe lost control already?

Gentiane was utterly confused.

How could SPAS-12's words imply that Renault could still control Sangvis's T-Dolls... Why not let Renault communicate directly with those Sangvis units or control them directly? Wouldn't that easily solve Griffin's main problem?

"Gentiane? Are you done dressing up? Why are you taking so long with the bulletproof vest?"

After talking to UMP40 outside the tent, Renault finally remembered what he was doing before. He had just given Gentiane a bulletproof vest.

Yet Gentiane had been inside the tent for a long time already. Why hadn't she come out yet?

"Oh, I'm done! I'll be right out!" Gentiane hurriedly called out, fastening the Velcro on the bulletproof vest and putting on her coat before stepping out.

But as soon as she stepped out of the tent, Renault handed her two heavy plates of ballistic inserts.

"Take these. Have Papasha insert them into your vest," Renault instructed, handing two heavy ballistic plates to Gentiane.

Hearing Renault's words, Gentiane looked at the two ballistic plates in her hand.

They were of a high level of protection, capable of withstanding even full-power rifle rounds.

However, she couldn't help but wonder if they were really necessary.

Sure, they could defend against full-power rounds, but nowadays, weapons either had very little firepower or were extremely powerful.

Carrying these rifle-grade ballistic plates seemed a bit cumbersome... After all, they were quite heavy...

"Don't be picky. At least with these, you can try to ensure your body stays intact after you're dead," Renault said, handing the plates to Gentiane.

Hearing these overly self-assured words, Gentiane rolled her eyes.

If you end up being killed, she thought, I'll just have UMP45 and the others under my command instead! Gentiane secretly snarked in her heart.