Chapter 83: Many Places to Spend Money

"Hiss! Mr. Renault! How many attacks did you face on your journey?"

Peter exclaimed in surprise at the sight of the bullet-ridden jeep being towed by the truck.

The jeep was pockmarked with bullet holes, enough to instill a fear of crowds in anyone. Yet, Renault's presence indicated he was okay.

"It's nothing, just a few human mercenaries with mediocre gear. Nothing serious," Renault replied, unhooking the trailer from the jeep and gesturing toward Peter.

"Oh, I see! I'll transfer the final payment to your account immediately. You've been a great help; if these materials didn't arrive on time, my factory would've shut down completely!"

Peter exclaimed, instructing his secretary to initiate the transfer.

"Alright, I won't keep you. I'll check the details later,"

Renault assured, knowing Peter wouldn't default his payment—he had nowhere to run.

Even if he did, Renault could seize his factory equipment and sell it to cover the debt. The black market wasn't far, facilitating easy transportation.

The journey back to the factory was uneventful. The city's defense department recognized their vehicle; Renault had punched one of their bald guards, a memory hard to forget.

As for initiating trouble? Impossible. Attacking a security contractor, especially one with tactical dolls, was foolishness even for the defense department. While they possessed heavy weaponry, it was fixed on the city walls and immovable.

The defense department tacitly acknowledged Renault's presence in the city after his previous task from the Security Bureau. They pretended not to see him.

"Home sweet home!" Simonov exclaimed, rushing to her stash of alcohol as soon as she exited the vehicle.

"Don't rush to drown in alcohol! First, patch up that hole in your forehead at the repair bay!"

Renault shouted, foreseeing a scenario where Simonov might mistake the nanorepair fluid for a drink.

G36's team returned to their dorms to change into fresh clothes and await repairs at the repair bay.

Observing the tattered synthetic skin of his team, Renault scratched his head, feeling somewhat vexed. Although the damaged skin didn't affect their combat abilities, the recurring repairs were a drain on resources.

He considered outfitting his doll team with bulletproof suits to avoid frequent repair visits. This wasn't a lavish business like Griffin; they needed to economize.

"Let me see! How much is the reward?" Seeing Renault sitting down and inserting the bank card into the POS machine, Nagant eagerly approached. She hadn't forgotten Renault's promise of pocket money.

New deposit: 6,000,000.

"Wow! That's a lot of zeros!" Nagant cheered upon seeing the figure.

Renault was surprised; it was more than he expected. Now he wouldn't hesitate to distribute money to his doll team.

The remaining funds could be used to purchase materials and equipment. Bulletproof suit materials were easy to find, but manufacturing equipment might be scarce. Perhaps he could procure a full-body exoskeleton?

However, the power system might be an issue. An external power source might be necessary.

"Commander! Pocket money! Pocket money!" Nagant interrupted Renault's contemplation with excitement.

"Alright, let M1 Garand take you to withdraw. If possible, open a new account for each of you and one for me," Renault said, handing the bank card to Nagant and gesturing toward M1 Garand, who was fixing her hair nearby.

"Understood!"

Although Nagant was eager to leave, M1 Garand preferred to wait until everyone was repaired before departing. After all, G36 also needed to come along, and they could purchase some groceries on the way.

Seeing G36 still waiting for repairs, Renault scratched his head. It seemed one repair bay wasn't enough; he'd need to purchase another one next time.

He also needed to consider weapons for his tactical doll team. BM59 and Simonov weren't using their imprinted weapons, nor was Vector.

While acquiring identical imprinted weapons and rebranding them was possible, Renault wasn't fond of the imprint system.

Using a different weapon than the one they were accustomed to would reduce efficiency.

It was like a natural right-handed person suddenly having to use their left hand to eat with chopsticks...