Chapter 142: Can't You Show Some Restraint?

"Everything's taken care of, Commander! There are a total of twenty-three carriages, all filled with useful items!" Simonov exclaimed as she guided the gantry crane to place the last container in its designated spot.

Below, several T-Doll models swiftly locked the container doors and gave Renault a thumbs-up.

Meanwhile, standing beside Renault, Scarecrow was already sweating profusely. She had a hunch that Renault would be interested in the contents of these crates, but she never expected him to go this far...

Twenty-three carriages, mostly filled with metal materials intended for the nearby shipyard, were now all handed over to Renault!

The total value of the materials in these twenty-three containers far exceeded Scarecrow's expectations, totaling at least five hundred million rubles! If Renault were to take these goods... it would be disastrous...

"Wait... Renault! Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?" Watching MDR hook up those train cars to the Sangvis Ferri's locomotive, Scarecrow quickly spoke up.

"We'll deal with that when trouble comes knocking." With these materials, he wouldn't even need to dip into his own account to build what he had been planning all along.

"You..." Seeing Renault's unworried expression, Scarecrow didn't know what to say. And the next train they would encounter on the way...

"Let's go, let's go! Time waits for no one!" Renault waved to his T-Doll companions, ensuring they were all on board before ignoring Scarecrow's expression and activating the Sangvis Ferri's train.

"It seems the Commander is very pleased with the contents of these containers. I rarely see him smile so happily," Simonov remarked as he sat in the fixed cargo compartment of the train.

At home, although Renault didn't have a stern face, he had never been as openly excited as he was today.

"Of course! These containers are filled with valuable materials! I just checked on an anonymous forum, and if all the goods in these containers are sold, it's estimated to be worth a whopping five billion!" MDR exclaimed, waving her phone and flaunting her five fingers to Simonov.

"Five billion!? That's more than what we earned in commissions in the past year!"

"Exactly, it's more than one and a half times! The Commander just said that as soon as he gets his hands on these devices, he'll immediately create something big, and then there will be new material on the anonymous forum to attract those yokels!" MDR grew more excited as she thought about the envious looks of the Griffin yokels. She couldn't help but want to rush to the Griffin headquarters to see their expressions!

"A big thing? What kind of big thing? Bigger than these powered exoskeletons?" P90, now wearing a jacket identical to MDR's, leaned over with shining eyes. He even wore a silver wig that was almost identical to MDR's.

"Of course, it's a large... Hey! You! Why did you bring back my old clothes again! And what's with the wig! What strange fetish is this! Take it off now!" Just as MDR was speaking, she looked up and saw P90's current appearance. She hadn't noticed it before because they weren't in the same car, but now that she saw it, there was no reason to ignore it!

Large...

When she heard the movement from the back carriage, Scarecrow frowned and glanced at Renault. Although MDR didn't finish her sentence, Scarecrow already had a clue. At least Renault, this guy, was definitely not someone who could be content with something small. Just by looking at the equipment he provided to his T-Doll, she knew.

Machine guns, powered armor. Neither of these things were something a legitimate security contractor could possess.

Now Renault wanted to make something big... Although MDR's words hinted at transportation, Scarecrow could be sure it wasn't just a simple large transport vehicle.

If it were that simple, Renault would have already done it. A large transport vehicle, for Renault, shouldn't be a problem, right? He's already made powered armor, so what's difficult about making a large transport vehicle?

If he hasn't made it yet, it's probably because the equipment is insufficient, the cost is too high, and so on...

Hopefully this trend can continue smoothly until she returns to Sangvis Ferri HQ. Intruder really threw her into a mess this time!

With such hopes in her heart, Scarecrow couldn't help but feel that the likelihood was too low...

As the train sped forward, Renault soon saw the other train Scarecrow mentioned, blocking the track at the station.

However, this time, the train was not a freight train but a passenger train with an unusual carriage in the middle.

In the middle of a seemingly ordinary passenger car was a military green carriage covered in armor plating. How could that not be strange?

"Is this a military train? Or is it from IOP?" Seeing this green carriage, Renault instinctively thought of the military, but the markings on the carriage were undoubtedly IOP's.

"Uh, it should be IOP's, but I advise you not to..."

"CF05! Open up this carriage! Let's see what goodies are inside!" Before Scarecrow could finish her sentence, Renault had already jumped off the train and called out CF05 from the carriage. The two greedy fellows, without hesitation, began tearing at the carriage door.

Oh no!

This guy! There's absolutely no restraint in his mind!

"Wait! Wait! The contents of that carriage are too important! It's best if you don't..." In reality, Scarecrow knew exactly what was inside that carriage. It contained a batch of funds paid by the military to IOP for T-Doll modifications, as well as a batch of materials acquired through special channels.

The materials specifically used to manufacture mental cores for military autonomous T-Doll units couldn't be the same as those used for regular IOP T-Doll units.

Therefore, to ensure the product's integrity, the military provided the materials as well.

All of these items were undoubtedly contraband, usually not found on the market, not even on the black market.

Creak!

Unfortunately, Scarecrow's words came a bit too late. With the powerful force of the powered exoskeletons and hydraulic shears, even if the carriage door was reinforced with armor plates, it was as fragile as a piece of A4 paper in front of Renault and CF05.