Chapter 113: Your Character Design Isn't Right

"Alright, the mercenaries on this road have been cleared out. Now, tell me the specifics of the mission," Renault asked as he raised his hand and patted the armored vehicle Nicholas was riding in.

At the same time, he gestured towards the direction of the MDR and pointed to the mercenaries who had been taken out, signaling for them to go and check if there were any survivors or individuals who had been afflicted by ELID and got infected on the spot. They need finish them off quickly, lest they turn into Heavy ELID Infected later, although the likelihood of that is very low.

Watching the figures wearing powered armor advancing past the armored vehicles on the closed-circuit television, Nicholas couldn't help but swallow nervously and glanced down at the holster hanging from his chest.

Against these powered armors, the only use for this weapon might be to give himself a quick death, right?

"We need to intercept a group of unidentified individuals at the pier ahead and stop them from transporting dangerous goods out in a truck. Of course, for you, it's very simple. Just rush up and take out those mercenaries responsible for transporting the supplies," Nicholas sighed and briefly recounted the general content of the mission.

"Heh, it does sound pretty simple. But if it's really that simple, why send armored vehicles and personnel over? And even the mercenaries are rushing in so recklessly, obviously the price paid by the employers behind them is enough to make those mercenaries throw caution to the wind."

"Huh? Is there a problem?" Upon hearing Renault's words, Nicholas's face suddenly stiffened. Could it be that Renault knows something else? Or have they actually already clashed with those guys?

"Of course there is, and quite a few. What exactly are these dangerous goods you mentioned? If the mission fails, what are the consequences, and will the harm extend to the personnel executing the mission? Secondly, for someone who can dispatch two entire teams of Statesec personnel plus three armored vehicles, it's definitely not as easy as you described, understand?"

"Oh, um...?" As soon as Nicholas heard Renault's words, he suddenly choked up, exchanged glances with the members of the special team in the vehicle, feeling like he couldn't think of anything to refute.

"So, have you been informed of what is loaded on the cargo ship or truck to be intercepted?"

"No... The mission briefing only mentioned hazardous objects, and we don't know what specific items they are," Nicholas's colleague, probably the leader of this special team, said calmly.

"Hmph, unclear mission objectives, unclear risk assessment, this kind of mission... forget it, anyway, later, you all will fall back a bit. Depending on the level of danger of the mission objectives, I will demand more money."

And, when it's time to back down from action... then just retreat.

"Alright, then, if the mission is particularly simple, can we..."

"Don't even think about it!"

Not even getting paid more for complications but now you want me to lower my price? No way!

Before Nicholas could finish speaking, he was cut off by Renault, leaving him sighing and hoping that the upcoming action would not encounter any unexpected obstacles. It would be best to complete the mission smoothly and return safely. In that case, this trip would not be considered a failure.

"MDR, take the rookies to the car and put on all those protective suits. We might encounter some serious stuff later," Reno had a vague feeling of unease about the dangerous goods Nicholas mentioned.

Flammable and explosive materials? Obviously not likely. In a port city that had already lost all its residents and turned into a complete red zone, although it couldn't be said to be completely worthless, merely some flammable and explosive items wouldn't be enough to make Statesec spare so much effort to send people over.

Among the remaining possibilities, the dangerous materials Nicholas mentioned might also be some kind of technology or weapons strictly prohibited from falling into civilian hands, such as classified stuff, and this situation was the most optimistic.

But another possibility was a bit more ominous because those guys might be transporting some kind of nuclear weapons, like a miniature nuclear bomb...

Although the latter situation was not optimistic for Renault, he still felt that the latter possibility was more likely.

So, having RFB and the other rookies wear protective suits could at least increase their chances of survival a bit.

Of course, this is only the worst-case scenario, and how it will actually turn out... will only be known once they get there.

The protective suits that M1 Garand and the others had worn had already been mostly worn out, but there were still some intact ones left. When Renault bought materials, he also bought some parts for which he used to refurbish those protective suits that weren't completely ruined.

Although most of the T-Dolls at home already had powered exoskeletons, these protective suits could be phased out but it wouldn't hurt to keep a backup. Now, they're being put to use.

"Huh? Why do we still need to wear these things? Is it necessary for T-Dolls?" C96 asked somewhat helplessly, shaking the ill-fitting protective suit on her body. She and MP5 were the shortest among everyone, so this protective suit was indeed inconvenient for them.

Wearing this thing directly reduced their mobility by seventy percent.

"Whether it's necessary or not, since Commander said so, it's better to wear it. After all, even though Tactical Dolls are different from humans, prolonged stays in the red zone can still cause problems." And the problem is not whether this area is a red zone or not.

The tone Renault just used to remind her didn't sound like a joke.

Obviously, there might not be much time to slack off later. It's time to let these rookies see the true power of MDR!

"Hmm! Why does our second team have to stay with the rookies to protect the armored vehicles? Can't I get a more challenging task?" MDR complained somewhat irritably, looking at A-91 and others sitting on top of the armored vehicle.

"Don't say that. Protecting newcomers is also a very important task." MG3 had no objections to this, walking leisurely on the other side of the armored vehicle, saying over the communication channel.

"Sigh, MG3, I feel like your character has become OOC. The MG3 I met at Griffin HQ wasn't like you at all." The MG3 MDR had met at Griffin HQ was like a tomboy, full of energy no matter what she did.

As a result, the MG3 under her command now is basically a slug, hoping for no excitement every time she goes on a mission, as if she only cares about getting paid safely.

"Hey, what's wrong with that? It's normal to be different after a long time." MG3 said, but her eyes were looking towards the direction where Renault was.

Renault over there was already approaching the trucks parked at the port by the mercenaries.