Chapter 375: Is It This Lucrative?

"Ah, Persica, that woman. But we owe her for getting those precious helicopters sent over here for our use." Hearing Persica's complaints, Gentiane also felt a bit of a headache.

After all, she couldn't produce samples of tactical dolls on her end. Seriously, she was short on manpower here. How could she possibly send her own dolls over to Persica as research samples?

Anyway, her 16lab was originally an IOP subsidiary research institution. It wouldn't be a problem for her to get her hands on one or two tactical dolls.

But was it really necessary? She had developed the imprinting technology for tactical dolls herself.

Was it necessary to find a few tactical doll research samples?

Having Sangvis Ferri's droid samples was enough for her to tinker with.

"But with all this back and forth... It's already getting dark. Thompson's team has already left. Is it really okay to leave everything to Thompson and M1911?"

"Thompson is an elite doll sent over by HW. This small task should be no problem for her. Plus, I've already instructed them. If anything goes wrong, they'll retreat immediately. Those military guys won't care whether these dolls exist or not."

Uh...

Hearing Gentiane's words, Kalina scratched her head. She knew the military's attitude towards Griffin wasn't great, but being so vigilant against the military seemed a bit excessive, didn't it?

"I just don't believe the military would be unable to deal with those rioting mechs. They're in possession of their own equipment after all. How could they not have any countermeasures? Bringing us along is just to make things easier for them."

And with the military's power, letting those Sangvis Ferri dolls roam around Griffin's face was clearly just a way of watching the show.

As Gentiane lounged on her seat, she couldn't help but think about her salary. She had been doing a lot of odd jobs lately, and she didn't know how much bonus pay she would get in the end.

And on the military's side, who knows if they'll provide compensation for this assistance work.

...

"Ugh! Ugh, ugh, ugh! Ugh, ugh! Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!"

Simonov struggled hard, but the composite material ropes binding her were tight. Except for squirming a bit like a bug in the fixation device, she couldn't move at all.

And someone, somehow, had taped Simonov's mouth shut.

"What is she saying?" Renault raised an eyebrow as he looked at the agitated Simonov.

"Ah. Let me go. I want to go. Let me go. I want to go!" P90, standing beside her, translated in a mocking tone.

"Hmm? You still want to go? Last time, you drove the ship onto land intimately. What makes you think you'll get to go this time, SPAS-12? Get ready to leave, how's your training been going these days?"

"It's been okay. I haven't passed the final few levels of the simulation training, but I've cleared all the basic training." SPAS-12 tilted her head.

Renault didn't doubt that. After all, SPAS-12 had been spending a lot of time in the training room these days.

She was much more serious than Simonov, who couldn't even maintain stable flight posture.

Leading SPAS-12 out of the training room, Renault glanced at the almost crying Simonov. "You better be serious. Once you pass all the training levels, I'll let you out. P90, make sure to supervise her. Don't let A-91 give her any alcohol!"

"Understood! You can count on me, Commander! With me around, she won't even touch a drop of alcohol!" P90 said confidently, with a half-used roll of tape still in her hands.

Hearing Renault and P90's conversation, Simonov felt like crying.

P90, you jerk! You've taped my mouth shut, how can I drink? Fine, don't let me drink, but at least let me eat something! I haven't eaten anything since this morning!

Simonov's frustration was something Renault naturally didn't know about. Even if he did, he'd probably just tell P90 to keep up the pressure. After all, Simonov had been lazing off too much these days. Slacking off was fine, but it shouldn't interfere with normal work.

Look at RFB. She doesnt do much all day without affecting her work...

Speaking of RFB, has she been assigned any tasks these days?

When he had time, he should ask G36 or M1 Garand. He couldn't let her be too idle.

Just as Renault and SPAS-12 stepped out of the training room, a group of dolls walked towards them. There were six of them, which matched what he had just said for the mission requirements.

"Have you decided who's going this time? But you all seem too organized. UMP45, 40, did you two do something?"

Looking at the dolls in front of him, HK416 and G11, the UMP trio UMP45, 40, 9, and someone else... hmm? Who's this kid?

"SpectreM4, Commander, did you forget about me again?" Holding her imprinted weapon, SpectreM4 sighed helplessly. But she was used to it. It was lucky enough that her commander didn't treat her like an outsider.

"No, I didn't forget, but your name is too long. Come up with another name for yourself sometime."

Too long of a name? So come up with another name?

SpectreM4 looked at Renault with a strange expression upon hearing this. She suspect that Renault was just making excuses for not remembering her.

But looking at her imprint weapon and the other gun hanging from her waist, maybe changing her name wouldn't be a bad idea...

After all, at this rate, her imprinted weapon would probably become a toy in the future.

"This time, we all agreed together." Facing UMP45's question, Reno shrugged.

But it could also be said that it was because the other dolls couldn't resist UMP40's incessant requests, so they ended up gathering together.

"Alright, anyway, there will be other opportunities for missions in the future."

Moreover, now that the spaceship was completed, they could just take a bunch of people and go wherever they wanted. There was no need to worry about who to take on missions among a group of dolls.

As he spoke, Renault sent the mission information from his phone, along with promotional pictures of the mission target, to the dolls.

Mrs. Graven had sent over the company's promotional pictures, but there were no actual photos. After all, she had never thought of taking pictures of such ordinary equipment.

Who would have thought that it would be this ordinary equipment, something found on almost every ship in this era, that would stall the construction progress of a new ship?

"Is this kind of collapse radiation detection equipment very common? Is it necessary to issue a commission just for this?" UMP45 asked curiously upon seeing the equipment in the information.

"The payment has already been made, and the equipment has already been made. It's just all stacked up in Sangvis Ferri's controlled area. We're just going over to act as movers."

"Oh, I see. But the commission reward is quite generous. Five percent of the total value of the goods. Turns out security contractors make so much money? Can you really earn 35 million just by running errands and moving things?"