Chapter 211: Is that all?

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Angelia and her two companions hurriedly departed.

Renault speculated that it was probably because Angelia hadn't gone through proper channels when she left.

Then she just took off in a helicopter overnight. If she didn't return soon, she'd likely be registered as a missing person by Statesec.

This time, however, besides obtaining the exact information from Renault that they could proceed with her mission, they didn't bring back even half of a doll.

But it didn't matter. UMP45 had never operated with her before anyway. Most of the time, they just shuttled between various safe houses of Statesec, taking on tasks and setting off without stopping.

As for helping complete covert tasks, from UMP45, a T-Doll, to Renault, a security contractor, Statesec would definitely bleed heavily later... fortunately, it wasn't her own money... Huh?

Wait a minute? Why does something feel off?

Gurgle!

Just as she was thinking, Angelia furrowed her brow, immediately clutching her stomach and a rumbling sound followed.

Of course, because of the noise from the helicopter, only she heard it. But Sier, sitting across from her, did the same motion...

"Dier! Hurry up!"

It's urgent! I can't hold it any longer!

Little did they know that upon hearing Ange's shout, Dier's voice, almost on the verge of tears, also sounded through the communicator.

"I'm already going as fast as I can!?"

...

"Phew, still feeling a bit off. The taste is good, but it's a bit too spicy." Swirling wind into her mouth, UMP40 hugged her milk tea and took a sip, instantly diluting last night's spiciness.

"Well, milk tea tastes better... But isn't Renault's place a bit too loose? Isn't there anything to do in the morning?" UMP45 commented while sitting beside UMP40.

She thought her days would be filled with missions, making money, experiencing setbacks and tracking down the mastermind behind the Operation Butterfly, but unexpectedly...

No worries about any life or death missions, no worries about lack of money, and UMP40 came back to life. How could it feel like she was dreaming?

Luckily, the Dinergate's body she was in constantly reminded her that this wasn't a dream. Otherwise, why would she need to connect all her sensory signals with UMP40 even for a sip of milk tea?

But this seemed fine too.

Except for the lackluster scenery outside.

Maria, who came out of the repair warehouse with UMP40 last night, had already taken Jaeger to the seaside Sangvis Factory to subdue all Sangvis forces there. But Renault figured she was just bluffing.

The Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing was still operating as usual. After Scarecrow took away that batch of materials, the nearby factory's warehouse was left empty. Unless they filled the warehouse completely, those droids wouldn't stop.

As for whether Maria could mobilize the Sangvis units in the factory, Renault figured she could, but it would be limited. She wouldn't be able to control those currently in production; she probably didn't have command authority. To relocate those units on the production lines, it would likely require direct orders from the Sangvis mainframe or its agents.

After all, factory production could be classified as logistics, and Agent were the ones in charge of many logistical matters within Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing.

If she could bring back a few Sangvis droids, Renault would gladly accept it. If not, it wouldn't matter; consider it letting Maria blow off steam.

After all, she and UMP9 together were quite a handful, and letting them wander around might be a good thing... as long as they didn't attract any ELID Infected.

"It looks fine. You seem to handle this quite well. Did you have experience in this field before?" Renault was a bit surprised, watching MG3 proficiently clean the animal enclosures at the farm while wearing work clothes and rubber boots.

He had thought he might have to personally pitch in for a few days and then train someone else to take over.

But unexpectedly, MG3 took the initiative to work here without him saying a word.

"Ah, I did have a year of experience before, but then the farm where I worked got polluted by collapse radiation, and the owner ran away. Later, I went to work as a security guard at the port over there, but luck wasn't on my side."

"Well, luck indeed wasn't on your side." Hearing MG3's explanation, Renault shrugged, patting the neck of the calf in front of him. "In that case, I'll leave it to you here. If there are any problems, come find me immediately, or call me."

"Don't worry, boss, there won't be any problems!" Hearing Renault's assurance, MG3 patted her chest confidently.

What could go wrong with this perfectly matching job?

After leaving the farm, Renault checked on the vertical farm. CF05 and NZ75 were carefully inspecting the seedlings, while Simonov and A-91 were getting drunk together on the other side.

Tsk... oh well, now that the wheat seedlings had sprouted, as long as the vertical farm's automated system didn't malfunction, they wouldn't have any problems here, which suited these two drunkards just fine.

Hmph, when the wheat grew up and they needed these two to make wine and flour, let's see if they'd still laze off!

Overall, things were pretty quiet at home. Renault had been busy drawing up design plans, the factory hadn't started operating, M1 Garand and the others had nothing to do, so they were just hanging around at home all day.

It seemed to have sparked their desire to go out on patrol, as they were practically fighting over the patrol duty every day.

After a quick tour around the house, Renault returned to his workshop. The new bodies for UMP45, UMP40, and HK416 were all in the planning stages, and there was no rush to transfer the mental cores. It could wait until the bodies were ready.

UMP40 and UMP45 were sitting on the balcony outside the workshop, watching Renault draw designs that they couldn't understand.

"Mr. Renault, do you have any goals?" Looking at the gradually forming design, UMP40 suddenly asked.

"Goals? Yes and no."

Hmm!? Upon hearing Renault's words, UMP40 and UMP45's eyes lit up, and they leaned in curiously.

"To make money, eat well, and live. That's all."

Seeing Renault continuously drawing designs without even looking up, UMP40 exchanged a strange glance with UMP45.

"Uh? Is that all?"