Chapter 110: The Novice

"It's been about a year since we last came here, but it doesn't seem like much has changed around here," Simonov drove, avoiding the scrapped and rusted vehicles on the street, and spoke to P90 and M200 beside her.

"A year ago?"

"Yeah, a year ago, we came to a research institute or something here, took a few hard drives, and the commander moved a machine tool in the factory over there, the very same one at home. G36 and the others were also picked up here."

As she spoke, Simonov gestured to the unchanged factory building.

The crane that had been used to hoist the machine tool was still parked at the entrance of the factory, everything was exactly the same as when they left a year ago, except that the footprints left on the ground were now completely covered by dust.

"Oh, I didn't expect G36 and the others to be picked up... Huh? Picked up?"

Did I hear it wrong or do I have a problem with my understanding? Picked up? Can Dolls be picked up like this?

"Yeah, when we found them, except for MG3, who hadn't completely crashed at the time, the others were really miserable..." Hearing P90's question, Simonov waved her arms and gestured, recounting the situation at the time to P90 and M200.

On the other hand, NZ75, who was in the other car, was a little surprised to see how quiet the city was. Where are the infected?

There doesn't seem to be anyone here at all. Forget about infected, there doesn't seem to be anyone alive here.

"This...? Commander, it doesn't seem like there are Heavy Infected individuals here, it seems like we haven't even seen any ordinary infected individuals at all."

"I just said it's possible, after all, this place has been a red zone for a whole year. If there were people who couldn't evacuate at the time, it wouldn't be surprising if they became heavy infected individuals. And having no infected individuals is good for us, what's there to worry about?"

No infected individuals means no obstacles. We can easily retrieve the data from the Graven Shipyard and move a cargo container, but also see if there's anything useful left in this deserted city.

"But, wasn't there supposed to be a purification tower built here? But it doesn't seem like anyone has been here?" MP5 frowned and carefully examined the street illuminated by the headlights, unable to see any traces of human presence.

"That's what they say, but how long before they take any action? No one knows how long those guys are going to drag their feet on this matter. Anyway, for now, those guys probably can't come up with a plan that everyone agrees on. And... just because no one has passed by the street doesn't mean no one has been here..."

As he spoke, Renault squinted his eyes and looked towards the direction of the port, where a few tiny flashes passed by.

"Simonov, it's time to speed up. We have friends coming. Be careful, watch out for unknown objects on both sides of the road, there may be ambushes at the port."

"Understood!" Hearing Renault's words through the communicator, Simonov responded, then tapped the partition behind her head.

"Got it, check the equipment, we'll arrive at the target location in three minutes. There might be people waiting for us."

M1 Garand immediately responded, having naturally heard Renault's words just now, as they were all on the same communication channel. And P90, who was originally listening to Simonov recounting G36's 'glorious deeds', was startled by this sudden notification. She hadn't even seen anyone yet, and they were going to fight?

Now outside, except for the areas lit by the headlights, she couldn't see the surrounding conditions clearly at all. Without night vision goggles, Doll's vision was also very limited, especially since the weather tonight wasn't very good, with hardly any light at night.

It's hard to imagine that in such bad weather, there are still people coming to this port city. P90 originally thought they were the only visitors to this city. Who would have thought that there were people who arrived here earlier than them?

"Don't be nervous, when the time comes, those of you who haven't changed bodies, remember to stand back. Our commander doesn't believe in backing up neural clouds." Simonov squinted her eyes and carefully inspected the road ahead, instructing P90.

"But I'm a submachine gun-type Doll, shouldn't I..." shouldn't I be in the front line, otherwise the distance would be too far for my imprinted weapon to be effective.

"There's no 'should' or 'shouldn't'. You six, along with M200 and RFB, are now called Team CRISPY. Don't forget that."

With that, Simonov flicked P90's forehead lightly.

Smack!

"Ow!?" P90, who was hit on the forehead, immediately covered her reddened forehead with her hand and leaned against the seat, "Why does it hurt so much just from tapping my forehead!?"

Not only the surface biomimetic skin, but P90 now felt like her skull might split open!

But Simonov didn't have time to explain now. After tossing out a "Stay in the car," she immediately parked the truck on the side of the road and picked up the weapon beside her, jumping out of the driver's seat.

And M200, who was sitting beside P90, paused when she heard Simonov say that, not because she was afraid, but because she was worried that her sudden departure might cause trouble for others.

But then, she saw the imprinted weapon in her hand, So she gritted her teeth and pushed the door open, jumping out.

"Hey? Aren't we supposed to stay here? Wait for me!" Seeing M200 jump out of the car, P90 hurriedly followed suit. She couldn't stay alone in the dark cockpit... No way! In such a dark place, she had to stay with others, right?

Seeing this, Simonov, who got off the car on the other side, had no intention of stopping them. This is how Tactical dolls, whose basic protocol restrictions have been removed, are.

Tasks and commands are no longer the main factors restricting their actions.

In this situation, tactical dolls tend to act according to their own thoughts, just like M200, who is not willing to sit idly in the car, and P90, who is not willing to stay alone in the dark cockpit.

Although this may cause some degree of confusion... but tactical dolls with the basic root protocol restrictions removed are definitely more flexible than those with clear restrictions! And the cost is just needing some time for them to get used to this state.

While Simonov was waiting for M1 Garand and the others to come out of the carriage, M1911 and the others standing on the trailer directly controlled the powered exoskeletons to jump off the trailer.

"No greetings. It seems that these people are not very welcoming to us. Stay alert." The movement of the truck and trailer was not small, coupled with the extreme quietness of the city at this time, the sound of the vehicles could be heard clearly even hundreds of meters away.