Chapter 59: Abandoned Factory

"Ugh! *Cough cough cough*! Simonov! I've been saying this car isn't working! I feel like all the parts of my body are about to fall apart!"

MDR pushed open the door of the Jeep forcefully, coughing, waving her hand, trying to dissipate the strong exhaust odor.

"Well, don't say that. You know this thing is an antique! Do you understand? It's very valuable! As long as we can sell this car! By then, forget about phones! You could even afford servers!"

Simonov, equally affected by the engine exhaust, squeezed her eyes, but she remained optimistic. After all, as long as this thing is sold, she might have several months' worth of liquor money!

"Well, although I don't mean to dampen your enthusiasm, but this Gas Jeep, although it can indeed be considered an antique, its value is not really that much, after all, few people these days like these old industrial products."

Seeing Simonov and MDR and a few others jumping out of the Jeep one after another, Nicholas, who had been standing at the city gate looking at his watch, brightened up and walked straight towards them.

And his two colleagues were busy calming down the guards who wanted to rush up.

Those guards, at this moment, were glaring at this side with angry eyes, especially after Renault came down from the truck.

Of course, they recognized these Dolls, or rather Renault, the guy in the coat who stood out at a glance!

Just the day before yesterday, he had broken the elbows of several of their colleagues! It's only been a day! How could they not recognize him! And besides Renault, the human commander, they had a deeper memory of Simonov.

After all, this doll had directly smashed a bottle on the bright head of their guard captain the day before yesterday!

As a result, the poor guys who were not injured had to have their salaries deducted, and now they had to work overtime for free! They even had to work a night shift tonight!?

"Are the things all here? What about the identification and documents?"

Taking the box containing the hard drive from BM59, Renault directly placed the box in front of Nicholas, spreading his hands, and asked.

"Here you go, it's all here. Do you mind if I check?"

Seeing the box full of hard drives, Nicholas pointed to the computer his colleague had already taken out, raising his eyebrows at Renault.

"Go ahead." With that, Renault began to look through the stack of documents in his hand.

The identification documents brought out by Nicholas, as well as that stack of documents, seemed fine. After all, they were from the StateSec, and getting this stuff was simple, and they directly gave Renault a private PMC identity, and the records of Simonov and the others were the same.

It was probably transferred from G&K's side, and the procedures were very formal, even including Griffin's resignation procedures.

On Nicholas's side, there was no hesitation either. He directly checked each hard drive one by one, confirmed that these hard drives were indeed from that research institute, and nodded satisfactorily, "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Renault, hope we'll have more opportunities for cooperation in the future."

Checking the hard drives, Nicholas also breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at Renault.

"Hmm."

With these proper identification documents and procedures, the guards at the entrance, after checking the radiation condition of Renault and others and finding no anomalies, had to stare at them with burning eyes, watching Renault and others drive into the city in a swaggering manner.

This MDR, even when the car window passed by the gate, made a face at the guards at the gate. If it weren't for Nicholas's colleague pulling her, these guards would have rushed up to perform another martial arts performance.

"We're finally in! Let's see if there's any network here!" Sitting in the passenger seat of the Jeep, MDR immediately cheered upon entering the city, half of her body leaning out of the car, holding her phone high.

"Hey! It's dangerous! Sit down!"

Although the wide streets were not particularly clean, it was obvious that there were many more humans on the street than in the previous town. While there were still many dolls, most of them were wearing ordinary clothes, unlike the dolls in the previous city, most of whom wore work clothes.

Obviously, the residents living in this city were much wealthier than those in the small town where Griffin 939 Base was located. Most of these dolls here should be individual autonomous dolls.

"Commander, this city looks much more prosperous than the previous small town. If we're going to stay here, our expenses shouldn't be less..." BM59, sitting in the truck's passenger seat, looked at the numerous businesses on both sides and couldn't help but worry.

Now their team already had a total of eight dolls, plus the four they picked up this time, making a total of twelve dolls. Although two of them had their original bodies scrapped and had to be installed into Dinergates.

But just the charging costs for so many dolls were not small. If Renault were to find a place to put down the lathe again, they would need to pay rent, plus the electricity costs for these large machines, as well as the doll's meal expenses, and the cost of them purchasing supplies...

This series of expenses added up, it was definitely not going to be small!

Back in G&K, all the ammunition was provided by G&K's logistics department, and charging was also free, although the rations were not particularly good, normal meals were free, not to mention things like replacing damaged clothes were all counted in G&K's expenses.

Now all of this had to rely on Renault's wallet...

Could our commander be going bankrupt soon?

"If only we had brought all the assets of that old mayor over, ah! Right! Commander! Some collectibles we got from there are still in the boxes in the truck!" M1911, squeezed with BM59 in the passenger seat, also sighed.

But then she remembered the box of almost forgotten collectibles!

"Well, no rush, let's find a place to settle first, and then figure out how to sell those things." The black market is a good place, but that place often presses prices. If we can find a legitimate way to sell those things, it would naturally be a better choice.

Because of not knowing the way, plus this city was much larger than the previous small town by several times, the three cars drove around the city for several circles, taking several hours, before finally finding a place that could be called a place to settle.

An abandoned factory.

Near the civilian area of the city, next to it was a clothing factory that was still operating normally. From the open door, you could see dozens of autonomous Dolls wearing work clothes sitting at their respective workstations, busy.

"Oh, don't say I didn't warn you, this factory is very strange. The dolls here often crash. Because of this, I've wasted dozens of autonomous dolls. If it weren't for this strange thing happening, I wouldn't have rented this place to you so cheaply."

A thin young man, struggling to open the factory door, said somewhat helplessly to Renault.

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