Chapter 64: Delivery Within Three Days my Ass!

The waiting for something you need always feels very long, especially for Reno and MDR, who have ordered a lot of things online on the black market network.

Three days ago, the two of them placed orders for a lot of materials and parts on the black market network, including the power core of SPAS-12 and a series of other materials that Reno will soon need. On MDR's side, there were several sets of custom-made phone buttons and matching control chips.

However, as the third day approached, they hadn't seen a single screw of the ordered materials.

What happened to the promised delivery within three days?

"Commander, do you think we've been scammed?"

"Give it one more day. If they still don't show up, we'll go directly to their contact point in this city."

"Will we pick it up in person?" MDR tilted her head, wondering what Reno would do then.

"It depends. If things don't look right, then I'll have to handle it myself."

Handle it himself... It probably won't just involve taking the things they bought... Hopefully, the black market contact point can deliver the goods within the stipulated time...

Meanwhile, the past few days have been quite comfortable for Simonov and her companions.

Eating and drinking, going out to the streets with M1 Garand in the morning, coming back to maintain weapons when there was nothing else to do, reading books, and playing badminton in the open space outside the factory building.

With the addition of G36, the situation in the factory building has improved significantly. Not only were the broken glass holes on the roof patched up, but also a large batch of furniture was bought from the second-hand market.

The originally empty factory building, which only had metallurgical machines and lathes, as well as a few tables and material boxes, has now become a place that looks habitable.

At least there are already several places to sleep, although they are only small compartments made of old mattresses and thin wooden boards, its appearance is still well made for Doll dormitories.

Reno didn't mind this at all. After all, he had planned to stay in this city for some time and equip his fragile and indescribable T-Dolls with some equipment.

Except for MDR's body being bulletproof, all the other T-Dolls' bodies are made from ordinary materials. Nagant Revolver and P38 are even directly assembled from service-type autonomous Dolls, almost the same as their previous cheap bodies.

As for settling the score with the guy who may or may not be named Poryushkin, He will put it aside for now. After all, finding that guy would definitely take some effort.

Now that he has a lathe and smelting equipment at hand, he can make some equipment. Its just that the ordered materials haven't arrived yet...

So, can the goods from the black market still be delivered?

Reno has now started tracking the location of the black market contact point via communicator and his computer in reverse. If they don't deliver the goods tomorrow, he'll go straight there.

This is not like the online shopping he did before he transmigrated. There's no guarantor in the middle, no options for refunds, the money was deducted from his account when he placed the order.

Those materials and parts aren't cheap. Even for him, seeing half of his savings disappear at once is quite painful.

But now he can't contact the sellers on the black market, and the people responsible for delivering the goods don't even have a phone number.

It's like he foolishly threw away nearly two million rubles.

Who wouldn't be angry about this?

"Commander, there seems to be something beeping in the truck just now, could it be some kind of explosive?" BM59, who is maintaining an AK15, suddenly came over to the front yard of the factory building while Reno was annoyed.

"Beeping? Where? In the cargo compartment? Or in the driver's cabin?" Hearing this, Reno immediately furrowed his brows.

He had already checked everything in the truck, there shouldn't be anything that could make noise on its own... Wait a minute, he indeed didn't check the sunglasses man's truck before. The driver's cabin of that truck was checked and driven by Simonov. Afterwards, even though Simonov turned to drive the broken Jeep, the truck he drove was still the one he got from Griffin in the first place. The sunglasses man's truck was driven by M1 Garand.

"Simonov!" Thinking of this, Reno immediately called for Simonov, intending to ask her...

But before Simonov could respond, M1911 came over with a small communicator in her hand.

"Commander, there's a communicator in the glove compartment of that truck that's been beeping incessantly. Do you want to answer it?"

"What's going on? Commander?" Simonov also rushed over at this time, holding a kitchen knife in her hand, apparently helping M1 Garand or, rather, being supervised by G36 to prevent her from damaging the cookware.

"It's nothing. It's just a communicator." Reno has been a bit careless lately, fortunately, this thing is just an ordinary communicator. If it were something that could explode, he might have another T-Doll to repair right now.

Taking the communicator from M1911's hand, Reno glanced at the empty space in the factory building and then at M1911, who was smiling happily, as if she were a little girl inviting her father to share her accomplishments. He had a new idea in his mind.

Hmm, he'll have to train them well in the future.

The communicator in his hand was still beeping frantically, and Reno didn't hesitate, directly connecting the communicator and the computer. He dialed back the number just now according to the number.

"I don't want to hear any excuses!" The other party didn't refuse the call, instead, they answered very quickly, but they didn't give Reno a chance to speak at all. They just yelled loudly, apparently the sunglasses man before wasn't someone who was easy to deal with.

Veins popped out on Reno's forehead as he resisted the urge to crush the communicator, staring at the tracking progress on the computer.

"Hurry up and get my truck back! Otherwise, I'll break all your teeth... Who are you!?"

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