Chapter 77: Arrival at the Port

BM59 tilted her head, clearly not understanding MDR's words. After all, MDR's previous explanation had only clarified why natural latex was expensive.

"So?" MDR also tilted her head, not grasping what BM59 still wanted to ask.

"So what?" MDR followed suit, still not getting what BM59 was trying to inquire about.

"So what exactly is natural latex? You only talked about why it's expensive, but didn't mention what it is or what it's used to make?" At this moment, BM59 appeared to MDR like an innocent little flower, staring at her with bright blue eyes. There was nothing in those eyes except "purity" and "innocence"!

*Smack!*

MDR couldn't help but slap her forehead in frustration, unable to comprehend why there was such a naive doll. Didn't she notice that even M1 Garand beside her had already...

"Hey! Why do you have that look too? Isn't this common knowledge?" MDR, feeling overwhelmed by M1 Garand's mature mindset but actually clueless, began to doubt herself. Was she the only one who considered this common knowledge?

Silence.

Faced with pairs of eyes staring at her, MDR's eyes twitched as she sat down, her face flushing. "It's... it's used to make materials that men enjoy," she mumbled.

*Ugh!*

Why are all of you so innocent, making it seem like I'm the only bad girl here!

Because MDR spoke softly, her muttering was drowned out by the truck's engine and tire noise.

"What did you say? Speak up!" BM59 and M1 Garand on the other side of MDR leaned in subconsciously.

Hearing the closer voices of the two, MDR, feeling embarrassed, raised her head and quickly reached out with both hands! She grabbed onto the their 'headlights' and 'rear bumper'!

*Hmm,* and gave it a twist.

Oops!

*Smack!* BM59 and M1 Garand's palms simultaneously landed on MDR's face, one on each side, perfectly symmetrical.

"What are you doing!?"

"Hmph, understand now? Natural latex is used to make those parts!" MDR rubbed her cheeks and took out her phone to take a picture of her unfortunate situation, then pressed the shutter button for a selfie.

-During the mission, good intentions result in no good! Both are naturally the same! Cut one open and they'll all be black!-

Send.

Just as she sent her post, MDR felt two burning gazes beside her. Turning her head, she saw BM59 and M1 Garand staring at her, or rather, at her phone.

"Oh, no." Oh no, these two saw it!

Ding clang!

Inside the truck, the sound of several dolls wrestling immediately rang out. Hearing this, Renault, in the driver's seat, sighed silently. MDR was restless wherever she went.

"G36, what's the situation behind us?" Picking up the communicator, Renault's hand rested on the steering wheel as he asked G36, while his eyes scanned the conditions on the roadside.

The entire convoy consisted of eight vehicles: two from Renault's side, one truck, and one jeep. Of course, it wasn't the old jalopy Gas, which was still sitting in a corner of the factory area and couldn't be sold even if they tried.

The vehicle Simonov and her team were driving was provided by that guy Peter. After all, for a businessman like him, having an extra vehicle wasn't a big deal.

The other six vehicles included five large trucks for transporting Peter's goods and one ordinary medium-sized truck. The large trucks were for carrying Peter's goods, while the medium-sized truck belonged to one of Peter's partners. Since it was on the way, they negotiated a price with Renault to take care of it.

Of course, all the drivers were autonomous dolls. They were now in what could be considered a yellow zone, where humans needed a complete set of protective gear to move around. And they still needed to be very careful; if there was any damage to the protective gear, it could potentially lead to ELID infecting their personnel, although it was unlikely to cause major issues, there was still the possibility of acute conditions occurring.

Human life was much more valuable than that of autonomous dolls these days, and few people were willing to take risks for tasks that autonomous dolls could handle, especially when the money might not be enough.

"Everything's normal, Commander, but... should we really ignore the humans in the sixth vehicle?" G36 asked.

"Ignore them for now. As long as they don't affect the goods we need to transport, we won't bother with them. Just take the money and do the job; that's how simple security contractors work."

"Understood." G36 replied, then hung up the communication.

"How is it? I told you not to worry about those guys. The Commander must have known there were people hiding inside, even though he's not an doll. But I always feel like his perception is better than our life sensors!"

"I know, but just in case. Also, Simonov, stop feeling the alcohol bottle while driving! We're on a mission now!" Looking down at the bottle in Simonov's hand, G36 scolded sternly.

"Yes, yes..." Seeing G36's eyes fixed on her hand, Simonov could only helplessly comply.

After leaving the city, they had been driving on the highway for two full days. Although most of the roads were clear, they occasionally encountered road differences or damaged road surfaces.

In areas like this yellow zone, few people were willing to spend money to repair the roads; anyway, even if they were repaired, there might not be anyone to use them. Even if there were, they were probably autonomous dolls.

Not far ahead of the road, they could already see the port that Peter had mentioned. Many cargo ships were docking there, and the fully automated gantry cranes in the port were quickly moving the unloaded cargo containers.

That was their destination.

"This trip is quite easy. Just load the containers onto the truck in a while, then drive back. Why didn't Griffin's Commander want to take over such a simple job?"

"Because it's too far away. Griffin's communication devices may not have a signal over here, and with their poor relationship with Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, you know how it is."

Not long ago, someone from Griffin attacked an SF factory. How long has it been since then? It's strange that their relationship could improve in a short while. Although those who attacked the SF factory may not necessarily be from Griffin, they were acting under the name of Griffin's Commander.

That's like being covered in mud... Huh? "Slow down, there's an SF Outpost ahead."

Several Prowlers and Dinergates, along with three Rippers, stood in front of a roadblock, staring blankly at the approaching truck.