Although Renault's words sounded like those of an ordinary security contractor who was dying for money, Springfield head-scanned the expression on Renault's face from the side.
That ancient and unperturbed look didn't at all resemble a guy who would put himself in danger just for the sake of a little bit of money.
By the time Renault and Springfield arrived at the bridge, WZ.29 was already sitting honestly in the pilot's seat, carefully controlling the rudder.
UMP45 was instructing UMP40 to start the guidance program for the Jupiter Cannon.
"No, this one over here! Before starting it up, first check the condition of the Jupiter Cannon's hull and the collapsed radiation index in the air. These are the most basic check items! Didn't you help when the Jupiter Cannon was disassembled? Why can't you remember?"
"Uh, I was only helping to move things back then, I haven't seen any of these things..."
"Stop! Concentrate on following my instructions! Don't talk about something else!"
Forcibly screwing back UMP40's head that wanted to turn around to look at her, UMP45 somewhat helplessly sighed.
In the beginning, she should have properly persuaded Renault and shouldn't have let 40 buy a pet!
Now this girl is addicted to petting cats all day long and seldom takes the initiative to do anything else.
If not for the fact that she is quite diligent in tidying up the room, she would have thought that UMP40 had directly degenerated into the same kind of fish paddling monster as RFB and the others!
"Artillery coordinates, 27.55873..."
Nodding with UMP45, who was reporting the coordinates, Renault didn't say anything and directly walked behind WZ.29, looking up to survey the status of the Jupiter cannons displayed on the screen.
Both Jupiter Cannonz are in good condition. Even after disassembly, they still look no different from the SF ones.
The original Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing logo on the cannon's hull had been completely covered up by someone, and in its place was a pink rabbit that looked exactly like the one on the ship's hull...
Tsk, these guys, are they really addicted to pink rabbits?
"Self-test complete, Jupiter Cannon in good condition, ready to fire."
UMP40 opened her mouth and repeated the results that came back from the self-test system.
UMP45 also looked up towards WZ.29 in the pilot's seat. "WZ, turn on the ship's automatic attitude stabilization system."
"Hey! Good! Yes!" Hearing UMP45 suddenly call out to herself, WZ.29 was startled.
She originally thought that she only needed to sit here and keep an eye on the rudder and that would be the end of the matter, but she didn't realize that the Jupiter Cannon on the ship actually needed her own hands as the pilot to open fire.
However, WZ.29 had never heard of the Attitude Stabilization System, and the layout of this ship's console was completely different from the ones she had seen in the training facility.
"The fourth one in the second row on the right-hand side, the blue one." Looking at WZ.29's flustered appearance, Renault uttered a reminder.
"Ah! Okay, okay!"
Hearing Renault's sudden outburst, WZ.29 hastily raised his hand and pressed that button down, but other than the indicator light under the button lighting up, nothing happened.
The spaceship didn't give anything back either...
It was as if she hadn't done anything just now...
"Hey? This, this?" WZ.29 timidly turned back at once, tilting her head to look at Renault standing behind her, and then at UMP45 not far away.
"It's already activated, don't worry, the lack of response is normal."
As Renault said that, UMP45 over there also gave a thumbs up towards WZ.29, and then looked towards Renault.
"Jupiter cannon ready."
"Eight sharp shots, fire."
The moment Renault's words fell, UMP40 was unable to hold back any longer and directly pressed the Jupiter Cannon's fire button.
Boom Boom!
Two ear-piercing explosions, accompanied by the sound of strong electric currents, suddenly rang out from the front end of the airship's hull where it was mounted!
Two solid rays of light directly shot out electrically!
Leaving a large swath of searing electric arcs behind them, they rushed straight out towards the stronghold of the Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing!
Without waiting for the arcs to dissipate from the bridge observation window, UMP40 pressed the button again.
Rumble!
Listening to the roaring sound, UMP40 narrowed her eyes and kept pressing the button, but just when she wanted to press the ninth, she was directly stopped by UMP45 who rolled her eyes.
She knew it, this girl was purely here to have a good time, right?
"Alright, after the shot, do you still want to empty all the ammo in your inventory?" UMP45 directly raised her hand and lifted UMP40 from the seat.
This really opened her eyes. At first, she actually thought that UMP40 was mature and reliable.
I'm afraid that this appearance is the real face of UMP40, right?
All day long addicted to sunbathing and petting cats, and occasionally getting sleepy, plus a little bit of craziness...
At first glance, although she seems to be mature and stable, the actual situation seems to be...
Fortunately, the Jupiter Cannon has an automatic calibration system, otherwise, according to what UMP40 just did, a large part of the shells would all fall into empty places.
"Okay, nothing more. Put away the Jupiter Cannon. It's good if WZ.29 wants to continue practicing. Just don't enter the military cordon area, and follow the navigation on the route slowly."
Renault raised his hand to pat WZ.29's shoulder, but as soon as he raised his hand, WZ.29 shrank his neck like a scared little animal.
UMP45 did not have any scruples, directly hit her hand on WZ.29's shoulder, "I know, she'll be left to me. In a couple of days, she'll almost be a qualified pilot."
Springfield had followed him from the workroom to the bridge without leaving, she was alslo planning to do so to, so she waved her hand at WZ.29 and said a few words of encouragement after hearing Renault and UMP45's words, and then followed Renault, who had left the bridge once again.
If those shells just now didn't miss, Helian's commission this time is almost considered to be successfully completed.
The speed seems to be a bit fast; just a few shells were fired, and up to now, it hasn't even confirmed the effects of the shells after they landed.
At this time, still in the S09 area Griffin base, Helian was a little apprehensive, waiting for the S05 area scouting team's news.
Of course, in addition to scouting teams, there is also the situation on Gentiane's side.
Gentiane cannot be contacted at all, but this is because Gentiane and those dolls close to the Griffin guardhouse directly closed the communication system to avoid being invaded by the Parapulei virus of the Sangvis Ferri again.
The only way get news from Gentiane's side: one is to wait for their side to clear out all the Sangvis Ferri in the sanatorium, and the second is... in addition to Gentiane and others' total annihilation, there seems to be no third possibility.
If Gentiane and those dolls and human employees under her command all failed, then waiting for Griffin's...
As soon as she thought of this, Helian couldn't help but feel her brain begin to ache.
The Sangvis Ferri's attack, the changes in the military, the actions against the AR squad's M4A1, and the dissatisfaction caused by the transfer of Griffin dolls out of the wealthy district...
This complicated matter was like an awl drilling holes in Helian's skull back and forth repeatedly.