"Really, I really don't know what the people in this town have been through. I always feel that the atmosphere here is just like G11's favorite kind of horror game. There won't be any zombies jumping out and attacking us in a while, right?"
HK416 looked at the tightly closed windows and doors and shook his head helplessly.
"What else could it be? Anyway, it's just the 'good' things that Paradeus did. In a place like this, an organization as large as Paradeus can do whatever they want with ease."
Renault looked down at the hand-drawn map in his hand and couldn't help but scratch his head in frustration.
Just a moment ago, those three men opened the door under his warm and friendly persuasion, and although they welcomed him with crossbows and arrows, they ended up sincerely drawing this hand-drawn map.
Of course, these three people did not have any direct relationship with the missing client. They just saw that this house was empty, so they came here with the intention of taking up residence.
After all, most of the houses in the town are in disrepair nowadays, and the ones that are still functional and can protect against the wind and rain like this house are very valuable.
Since the road to the outside world was blocked, not only transportation and communication but even maintenance of such things has become difficult. This town was originally established for vacation purposes.
Without tourists from the outside world and with the loss of supply routes, it was now a bit difficult for them to even find a box of nails that could be used for a nail gun.
"But what the hell does Paradeus want to do here? Disrupting communications, destroying electronic equipment—the people in this town now look almost like they've come from the Middle Ages!"
The most important thing is... not taking a shower.
Although it is possible that it is because of the lack of equipment and conditions, Super-Shorty felt like she couldn't accept it. If she didn't even have the chance to take a proper shower, she couldn't figure out why the people in this town would embrace Paradeus so much anyway.
Part of those guys' eyes were about to glaze over after seeing them just now!
"It's just that those guys are holding something that can keep them alive, the ones we just sent over."
"Huh? Really?! Those supplies we just sent over were all purchased by Paradeus!?" Super-Shorty's eyes widened in astonishment, struggling to accept this shocking fact.
"Unsurprisingly, that should be it. I can't think of any reason why those rich people would have any reason to live in the same town as a bunch of Paradeus fanatics."
Don't let the money go unspent by the time Paradeus brings in people to raise all the ashes.
"Then are we going to go and grab those back!?" Hearing this, M500 also waved his imprint weapon in his hand with righteous indignation, itching to immediately kill back to that manor they had just been to and snatch back all those supplies they had just sold.
"What's the point of snatching them back? Those guys can always buy things from other places. Otherwise, the people in this town would have starved to death shortly after the road was blocked."
"But... I always feel unhappy in my heart..."
Looking at M500's drooping ears, HK416's heart was naturally not very smooth.
After all, those Paradeus had just destroyed a large number of dolls and now they were giving food to those bastards...
HK416 gritted her teeth, but her hand was already mounting the grenade launcher at his waist on the rail that imprinted the wood under the weapon.
Renault raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything. He had a feeling that after seeing his dolls, Paradeus wouldn't stop.
Anyway, he wouldn't leave here until he found that unlucky client.
But the question is... what the hell is this seven twisted hand-drawn map drawing? What exactly are the circles and boxes on it referring to?
If he couldn't vaguely smell that unlucky client's rich perfume from the air, Renault would want to give up directly.
"Just wait, after finding the client in a while, there will be plenty of chances for you guys to have a good time."
Renault sighed. Originally, he had made two deals today; his mood should have been like today's weather, a clear sky.
It was a pity that it was all messed up by these disgusting Paradeus gangs. He didn't know what they were doing here, but since he had seen those Paradeus believers at the airport of Universal Anything before, he didn't find it strange at all to see Paradeus here.
After all, the poorer the place, the more fertile the ground for those guys' theories to survive.
The three people who heard these words from Renault coincidentally had their eyes light up. M500 and Super-Shorty even rubbed their fists together as they loaded the ragged cartridges into their guns, directly loading live ammunition.
After finishing this series of actions, the two suddenly realized something as they looked at each other with the bag of bullets in their hands. There was a wonderful feeling in their hearts.
In the past, when they were in Griffin, if they encountered this kind of situation, they would only follow the standard course of action.
Or report the situation to their respective commanders and then honestly wait for orders of uncertain nature...
Like now...
But now they have their own ideas...
...
While Renault and the others were trekking through the mud in the middle of the town, enduring the various odors everywhere, there was some progress on UMP45's side.
Thanks to UMP40 who was born with a higher level of affinity than others, or other reasons, this girl was very popular with the children...
Looking at those small children who followed UMP40 like little ducks following an old duck, UMP45 couldn't help but raise her hand and touch her eyes, but then she realized that she had already repaired that scar!
This wasn't right! Obviously, she didn't look scary at all after she didn't have the scar!
Why do these kids look like they've seen a natural enemy when they see her? This is not scientific at all!
Ranting like this in her heart, UMP45's eyes were firmly fixed on a young mercenary not far behind Sasha, whose gaze hovered back and forth between the children and them.
If he was in charge of security, shouldn't his eyes be on the surroundings, alert to possible threats?
No, one of the child also looked over the merc and her.
Did they not trust Sasha? Or did they not trust these dolls that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere?
Or maybe there was something wrong...
In her mind, UMP45 also notified UMP40 and MDR through the doll's communication channel.
Of course, also to Simonov, who was waiting to pull people from the wasteland.
Although this girl has been transferred as a pilot and her imprint weapon is not lost, Picking up the gun and acting as a sniper should still be no problem, right?