Chapter 150: The smell is too intense!!!

"Use the axe blade! It's not a hammer in your hand! Open your eyes and chop down!"

"CF05! You too! Open your eyes! What are you afraid of! Can't fight without a gun!? Be careful! Do you want to put a hole in Simonov's body!?"

"Simonov! Can you put down the ammunition box behind you! Doesn't it make you feel obstructed!?"

He was Initially relieved to see Nagant and CF05 picking up their weapons under Simonov's encouragement, but Renault's relief was short-lived...

It should have been straightforward...

But Nagant wielded a folding axe similar to a fire poker, while CF05 swung the pile driver wildly... Simonov, not unreliable per se, but she showed no intention of removing her back-mounted ammunition equipment.

Carrying such a large supply device and a machine gun over two meters long, she darted around among the infected...

Was she unconcerned about the equipment? Was this her response to the sudden training program?

"Simonov! If you don't want the machine gun, I'll replace it with a chainsaw as soon as I get back!"

"Huh!? No! Absolutely not! I'll put it down now!" At Renault's shout, Simonov immediately stopped, swiftly unfastened the buckles of the back ammunition box, and placed the ammunition box and BK27 machine gun on the ground.

Among the infected brought over by Renault, there were no mutants, and mutated infected weren't as prevalent as weeds. Encountering even one in the entire factory area was surprising.

After all, the contamination level here wasn't much higher than the wasteland outside the city—already a yellow zone, and about twenty kilometers further, a green zone.

The overall situation was similar to the previous city. The difference was that the residents hadn't evacuated but had become infected here.

They didn't become infected while alive... Those buried under the ruins had died before infection.

Those in the factory might have been infected while alive. It seemed that all the mutants encountered were alive... But why dwell on this?

Shaking his head, Renault refocused on Nagant and the others.

After the initial panic, the three Tactical Dolls quickly became adept at wielding their melee weapons.

They were just wielding for now. They were far from mastering true combat skills.

Why could simply wielding their weapons kill the infected?

With power exoskeletons capable of lifting hundreds of kilograms with one hand, even without weapons, a punch could kill or severely injure the infected. Now armed, failure to kill them would be problematic!

After ten minutes of 'mad dancing' by the three Tactical Dolls in power exoskeletons released from the factory by Renault, hundreds of infected lay on the ground, struggling.

Looking at the mess, Renault sighed and walked over to crush the last infected struggling to get up. "Alright, the infected here are basically taken care of. Pack up and check those trucks, we're ready to go back."

The bodies on the ground would have to be cleaned up at dawn, and the trucks might still have problems.

The ELID infected security personnel defeated by Simonov were locked in the garage, but the locks were weaker than those on the factory gate and could be easily broken by the power exoskeletons.

Of course, the infected could probably break the locks themselves, but they likely didn't sense movement, so they didn't act on it.

"The car should be fine, but it's out of fuel."

"Most people are on the car waiting, but those who went for fuel were locked here, probably like this." Simonov came over carrying a large diesel drum, adding fuel to the tank after opening the lid.

"You're quite careful. Alright, grab the fuel drum. Get on the car, we're ready to go." Renault sat in the driver's seat, patted the door, and beckoned to Simonov.

"Is this enough? Commander, didn't you say you wanted to check the equipment in the factory?"

"It's already done while you were all panicking from those infected."

The equipment in the factory was complete, and all mentioned equipment was available.

Next to the factory area was a large steel rolling mill with plenty of equipment, though its condition wasn't great. It seemed to have been abandoned since the Third War, but with renovation, it could still be used.

There was also a large warehouse storing raw materials, all of good quality, but they had been unused.

Overall, Renault was very satisfied with the place, whether equipment or reserves.

Absolutely perfect!

Except for the material supply was somewhat inconvenient, it was ideal as their base.

Moreover, there were many infected in the city, suitable for training Tactical Dolls and testing new equipment.

"Sigh... Commander, could you please inform us in advance before organizing such training next time?" CF05 looked at the various bodily fluids on her power exoskeleton under the light.

She could already imagine the smell and would have to clean and disinfect thoroughly when she got back. Besides, there were no showers at the train station.

She couldn't just use repair fluid to bathe, right? Renault would probably strangle her on the spot.

"Inform? Maybe there will be. Just be prepared. Such things probably won't be less in the future." Shrugging, Renault squinted at the city ruins outside the car window.

On both sides of the road they had just passed were more than three thousand infected in the ruins. If the scope expanded to the entire city, it was hard to imagine how many infected there were.

Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing and the guy who rebuilt the factory in the city really had guts.

Thanks to that daring and ruthless guy, all these things were cheap for him now. If he knew his factory had been taken over, he might burst a blood vessel and die on the spot.

When Renault drove back to the station, a group of Tactical Dolls saw Renault driving back and were about to cheerfully come out to greet him...

But the appearance of the three power exoskeletons jumping off the car immediately made everyone stop in their tracks, and they all pinched their noses, their faces contorted. C96 and M40's little faces were squeezed together.

"I can't stand it anymore! What's this smell!?"