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"The commander is going?"
M870 looked at Renault who was sitting right next to her and couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.
After all, in Griffin, except for some very important missions or to ensure the safety of the entire situation, the T-Doll commanders generally do not go out with the doll squads.
However, looking at Renault's appearance who was very well versed at soloing, it was obvious that he was not the kind of combat commander that Griffin later expanded to only sit in the office.
"I'm going to take a look. That second commission felt like something's not quite right."
This commission which was received from the same captain who received the cargo last time probably saw Renault's ship or saw the Universal Anything's pass permit.
However, this was all Renault's speculation. Perhaps the other party just really introduced a not-so-important commission in passing, as there really weren't many freight companies that had airships that could travel around the proximity of the Griffin and Sangvis Ferri Warzone at will.
Large air transportation companies mostly have large airplanes, and without a serious airport, there really is no way. Small air transportation companies mostly have helicopters, possibly due to the lack of range, but also because they cannot fight against the high risk of flying in the war zone.
The strange thing about this commission is that the price given by the other party is really not low, and the other party did not directly reveal their identity.
An anonymous commission with a high amount of compensation initially made Renault reluctant to follow.
But then the other side mentioned that a representative would handle the docking.
If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't have accepted this commission in the first place. Now that this matter hadn't been completely finalized, if there was a problem when he received the goods, he would definitely turn his head and leave.
"The commission is not right?"
Upon hearing this, not only M870, but the other dolls in the cabin also looked towards Renault.
"Then these goods?" M500 tilted her head and looked at the boxes of supplies in the cabin. If there was something wrong with the commission, was there a need to send these supplies?
Like M500, the group of dolls who heard this immediately set their eyes on the crates of supplies in the cabin.
"It has nothing to do with these things. I'm talking about the second commission. That commissioner has already paid the money. Even if there is a problem, we can just return the money. Don't overthink it; just be a little vigilant for a while."
While speaking, Simonov had already driven the gunship to the airfield that had been discussed beforehand, and there were already several civilian dolls waiting over there.
Apparently, the benefactor who had purchased these things didn't seem to intend to show up in person.
However, this was just as Renault preferred. He also did not intend to exchange pleasantries with the other party.
Deliver the goods, collect the money, and leave – dry and sharp but also straightforward.
On the airport below, eight civilian dolls dressed in maid uniforms were standing at the edge of the tarmac, watching the gunship slowly descend.
In the open hatch of the gunship, they stood there and watched as MDR and the others in the cabin used a trailer to drag the crates out.
Seeing the boxes of supplies being dragged out, these civilian dolls came forward, opened the boxes of supplies, and began to confirm whether the number of supplies in the boxes was correct. Then Renault's cell phone received a transfer message. During this time, these dolls still did not say a word.
After the wordless transaction, Simonov once again drove the gunship into the air.
MDR only then spoke with a strange expression,
"These dolls, they are a bit too dull, aren't they? They didn't say a single word. At least exchange pleasantries and say thank you or something, right?"
"Those dolls are all from old technology. Maybe they don't even have a talk function installed." UMP45 said as she looked through the porthole at the dolls below pushing the trailer towards an estate not far from the airport.
"How can that be? Even for the first generation of civilian dolls, the most basic functions like talking are still there, right?"
"I mean, those dolls, it's possible that they aren't dolls at all. Maybe they're just early droids transformed." UMP45 added somewhat helplessly.
She had just noticed that although these dolls were all dressed very uniformly, the parts that were exposed were completely varied. There was no access to the communication channels used by normal civilian dolls at all.
"Eh, you mean... no way. What era is this? Look at how big that manor is. I guess it must be a decent person. How come you can't even spare a few civilian dolls?" Upon hearing this, MDR also reacted, muttering in some disbelief.
Under normal circumstances, a large manor more or less would need ten or twenty civilian dolls inside for maintenance. Just this expense should not matter at all for a mansion this big.
"Whatever you think, anyway, I'm not interested. There are many strange reasons. If you dig to the bottom of each one, why don't you just change your profession to become a reporter?" After UMP45 finished speaking, she turned her head and smiled at Vera who didn't make a sound next to her.
Professional journalists here haven't even spoken yet, so you amateurs shouldn't make a fuss.
The first commission was unlike the second one.
Although the commissioner of this second commission seemed to be more generous than the previous rich man, what Simonov didn't expect was that the second landing site was neither a small square in the town nor some private apron, but instead a piece of not-so-flat wasteland.
Around the barren land were all kinds of uneven-height trees. The ground also had a lot of messy stones. If she were not driving a gunship but an ordinary helicopter, Simonov really wouldn't dare to land in this kind of place.
In addition, there was a lot of snow in this place, making it difficult to judge whether the ground was stable or not. But for the gunship, it was not a problem at all. Directly landing, it could flatten whatever ground it encountered.
When the gunship stabilized, M500 and Super-Shorty jumped down first, took a look around with their guns, and frowned, "There's no one around."
This was not the same as what Renault had said before.
Renault was also a bit annoyed as he looked around. Not to mention the vicinity of this wasteland, even a few hundred meters away shows that there was not a single person in sight.
Was the client deceiving him? There was no reason for that, right?
The money was in his account. What was the point of not showing up at the end?
"Commander?"
"Hold on, I'll ask." While fumbling for his cell phone, Renault looked towards the surrounding high points. There was no ambush; this place was simply just a wasteland.
Just as Renault dialed the phone number, MDR and the others also came out from the cabin, spreading out in the surrounding area to check the situation.
In addition to the busy tone, Renault's phone was still busy... a landline?
Speaking of which, when the money was transferred earlier, this client seems to have made a phone call before transferring the money...
Had the client been knocked out?