Chapter 53: Identity Crisis

A Monster?

Just as Peter wiped his sweat, Reno had already stepped on the head of the man in sunglasses and was questioning his identity.

Reno didn't bother to care about the man's name; he just wanted to know if he was involved in the black market.

Unfortunately, the results were a bit disappointing for Reno. The man wasn't involved in the black market; there were no operatives like him in the black market. He was just a middleman, helping Maxim and others transport their goods.

As for how the black market operated? He didn't know. He just received the materials from Maxim and others, then delivered them to a fixed location in the Green Zone, where he received a cut.

The money was transferred to his account through the network, just like when Maxim and others sold their parts.

He had come this time to take away the parts Maxim had acquired recently.

He just didn't expect to run into Reno.

"While this guy is still alive, if you have any questions, ask them now. Do you still want those doll traffickers?" Reno kicked the man aside, picked up his hand axe, and brushed it against the man's clothes.

"Um, okay." Seeing Reno pick up the hand axe, Peter's heart jumped, and he subconsciously spoke, then saw Reno raise his hand and beckoned Simonov, who was in the distance, and pointed at the doll traffickers.

"Um, those doll traffickers..." Seeing Simonov approaching with AK15, racking the bolt as she walked, Peter finally understood what Reno meant when he asked if they still wanted those doll traffickers.

But before he could say much, a series of gunshots rang out.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Watching the doll traffickers fall before they could even scream, not only Peter but even Simonov and MK23 standing beside him were dumbfounded. M3 was so scared that she shrunk her neck.

It's one thing for this Commander Renault, but how could even his dolls be so fierce?

"Simonov, come over here and see if you can drive it"

The truck left by the man in sunglasses was naturally not something Reno intended to leave to Peter. He didn't need it, and in the end, it would just be recycled by Griffin at a low price.

For him, it was different. It was a bit crowded with just one truck right now, so driving another truck wouldn't hurt.

Moreover, he remembered that Simonov had boasted about driving freight trucks and excavators before, so now it's time for her to drive this truck.

"Here we go!" Spitting at the doll traffickers, Simonov's gloomy expression turned cheerful as she waved.

On Peter's side, it took a while for him to recover from the shock. He wanted to interrogate the man in sunglasses, but unfortunately, the guy had lost an arm and a leg and was now silent, obviously bleeding to death.

Griffin and Kyruger was not a humanitarian organization, and as the commander who possessed dolls, he didn't want to save this guy who made money by selling doll parts. After all, this guy had almost shot him just now.

As Reno's group packed up and set off in the two trucks, Peter sighed, "Forget it, report the situation here, and also... retrieve those parts..."

...

Two days later.

Griffin HQ.

Looking at the various battle damage reports and complaints from customers on her desk, Helian couldn't help but rub her temples in annoyance, cursing those opportunistic guys who took advantage of the situation.

Unfortunately, Griffin was the one at fault for the losses caused by the attack on the base, and they had no room to maneuver in this regard.

Moreover, Griffin's situation was simply disastrous now, and they didn't have the energy to deal with these customers all day long.

Compared to all these complaints, the compensation demands from Base 939 seemed insignificant. After all, it was just a mansion and a communication tower; Griffin could afford such compensation.

But what Reno mentioned about the customers owning a large number of illegally modified autonomous dolls is another headache.

"Ugh!"

Thinking of this, Helian felt a headache coming on. She had to lean back in her chair, take a deep breath, and try to calm herself down.

After a few deep breaths, Helian regained her composure and picked up her pen again, intending to review the documents in front of her. But her mind couldn't help but wander to Reno's figure.

"That guy, I don't know where he is now. When there's a commission related to SF later, I wonder if I can get him to do it..."

Thinking of this, Helian immediately shook her head. She didn't think Reno was the kind of person who would do anything for money, so forget it.

Focus on work!

Meanwhile, Reno and his group had arrived in a new city, bu encountered some small problems...

They have no identification.

And carrying a large number of weapons, they almost got into a fight with the local guards at the gate during inspection.

Originally, Reno was thinking of settling it with Helian, but the guards responsible for guarding this city were not from G&K. The guards at the gate were all humans, indicating that they had come to a place Griffin couldn't fully control.

Even if he found Helian, it probably wouldn't help. After all, even G&K couldn't enter a city with a bunch of RPGs, let alone Reno deleting several of the doll's Root Protocols. As long as they were checked, the illegal modifications by Simonov and others would be discovered.

"This is troublesome." Even someone as strong as Reno couldn't help but complain with a headache.

"Well, Commander, relax, the supply outside the city is also available, and besides, didn't you say the black market rendezvous is nearby? This is convenient." Simonov, holding a bottle of alcohol, sat on a chair riddled with bullet holes, waving her hand nonchalantly.

The situation here was already much better than the mines she had worked in before, not to mention that as long as she could buy alcohol here, it was heaven for her!

"Just drink less! Don't drink too much again! The population in the outer city area is very mixed! Who knows if there are those humanoid traffickers we encountered before!" Seeing Simonov slightly intoxicated, M1 Garand couldn't help but angrily admonish her.

"Got it, got it, I'll control myself and won't get drunk!" Simonov rolled her eyes and waved the bottle of alcohol insincerely.

While the two were talking, Reno was browsing the market page of the black market on the computer, while MDR was beside him, looking for the parts she desired.

"Is anyone there?"