Chapter 284: How Am I Doing?

Gentiane squinted with her dead fish eyes, observing MDR and the others who held boxes of snacks of various sizes...

All these snacks, including canned portable food, were found by MDR and the others on their journey here.

In the end, MDR, MP5, and C96 chose not to take the train. After all, they had been on the train for almost a day. Although there were some conflicts along the way, it's just a short distance left. Wouldn't it be nice to take a stroll?

And if they hadn't skipped the train, where would they have had the opportunity to run into those shops and find these snacks?

The materials in those large factories couldn't be moved, let alone the materials in those small shops and supermarkets. So, they didn't carefully search along the way; they just entered those shops and grabbed whatever they could find.

Eating while walking towards Gentiane's base, it couldn't be more comfortable.

As for Gentiane, at this moment, she felt thoroughly frustrated. She had only been with her three T-Dolls for a few days, but she always felt like her T-Dolls were already being completely bought over by Renault's T-Dolls!

"Commander Gentiane, would you like some?" MP5 approached Gentiane with a box, holding various candies in her hand and offering them to Gentiane.

"Ah, um, thank you." Gentiane reached out and took it, then exchanged a glance with Kalina, who had also received snacks from C96, and sighed helplessly one after another.

Seeing a group of T-Dolls chattering around several large boxes sharing snacks and canned goods, Gentiane didn't want to interrupt. After all, there was nothing happening in her jurisdiction.

"Um, Commander, now that we know the train was brought here by Mr. Renault, what about the reconnaissance mission from HQ?" Kalina, who was almost lost in the sweet taste of candy, suddenly came back to her senses. She cleared her throat, and asked Gentiane somewhat unclearly.

She hadn't forgotten that the mission issued to them just now came from Griffin headquarters, asking them to investigate the situation of the Sangvis train.

But now... the train was brought here by Renault, and it's used to transport materials in the industrial area.

So, how should the operation report be written? What if someone from headquarters or another jurisdiction's commander asks about it?

"Uh..."

Gentiane, who was about to unwrap a chocolate bar, was stunned when she heard this. If it weren't for Kalina's reminder, she almost forgot. This reconnaissance was not some impromptu training, but a genuine emergency task from headquarters that requires a report to be submitted...

"Just say it as it is. Report whatever you see. After all, all the reports submitted by you tactical commanders have to go through Helian's hands, and if other commanders ask, just tell them to ask Helian."

Just as Gentiane hesitated, Renault exhaled smoke, extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and spoke to Gentiane and Kalina.

"Huh!?" Hearing Renault's voice suddenly, Gentiane almost dropped the chocolate in her hand, and Kalina was also startled, almost swallowing the hard candy in her mouth.

"Commander Renault!? When did you come in?"

"Just when you two were getting candy from MP5. Why does nothing seem to have changed here? You didn't do anything for a week?" Looking at the layout of the command room, there was no difference from what he saw a week ago.

The only difference might be that there was an extra box of MREs in the corner of the room.

The box was open, and many small MRE packs were already missing. In the nearby trash can, it was filled with MRE packaging bags.

Obviously, poor Gentiane had been living off MREs these days.

As a new commander, it's understandable to have a slightly poor treatment, but it's too much. The commander of a large-scale Griffin jurisdiction, unable to even have a hot meal, would be a laughingstock if it got out.

And what's with the sleeping bag? Can't even spare a proper bedroom?

"Uh, it's not like nothing was done. We've been conducting squad command training these days." Hearing Renault's words, Gentiane obviously didn't understand what aspect Renault was referring to and said after a moment of hesitation.

"But Commander Renault, why are you here this time?"

"To move some things over here. The helicopters couldn't take everything last time, and there will probably be many more trips in the future." Pulling over a chair, Renault sat down directly, as if he was going to stay here for a while.

And his actions made Kalina's eye twitch.

This guy... how can he be so rude? Does he think of this place as his own home?

"Move things? Are you using that train for transportation? That train, it seems to be a freight train made by Sangvis, right?"

Gentiane was not unfamiliar with Sangvis-made trains. After all, before Sangvis's Dolls went berserk, Sangvis-made trains had been used for a while to transport goods.

"Correct, It's a Sangvis train. It was borrowed before, but those guys didn't seem to have any intention of taking it back, so it's handy this time. So I brought it over."

"Uh, but if you're going to transport goods... are there no other T-Dolls coming over here?" Turning her head to look at MDR and the others, then at Renault sitting here sending messages on his phone, it doesn't seem like anyone is going out to move things?

"No, this time it's just MDR and her group. When the goods are moved later, we'll be heading back. Oh, remember to remind Helian when you submit the report, to pay attention to not let anyone damage the tracks."

"Understood." Gentiane nodded, then looked somewhat puzzled at Renault, who was still sitting there without any intention of leaving...

Wasn't he supposed to be moving goods? All of you are either scrolling on your phones or chatting with other T-Dolls. Can those goods magically fly into the train cars on their own?

Watching Renault, who seemed calm and relaxed, Gentiane ultimately didn't voice her doubts.

Since Renault didn't immediately leave, MDR's meal was indeed crashed by this guy. Unfortunately, it was just an ordinary meal of MRE.

'The long-lost MRE ration, as unpleasant as ever.'

Sitting next to MDR, Kalina nibbled on the biscuit in her meal pack, watching MDR post this sentence as a post title.

But after seeing this sentence, Kalina couldn't help but doubt life and looked at the rations she hadn't eaten yet.

Unpleasant? Really? Why do I feel alright?