"Aiya aiya, this is really... M870, it seems you need to go back and work on controlling your doll frame power. Look, look! He's barely recognizable as human! This is much worse than hitting him with a sack of bullets!"
Looking at the unlucky mercenary who flew seven or eight meters away into the cargo bay's walls, MDR tsked and spoke towards M870.
Initially, she had the intention to take a picture of the guy's miserable condition, but since he was already out of shape, that miserable look was really unphotogenic.
"Eh, I just used one third, no no, just now the force should have been only one fifth. Who would have thought this guy was so fragile?" M870 scratched her head, dumbfounded.
The guy who was hit by the dummy bullet just fell off the cabin door and landed on his head, but now he had already climbed up like nothing happened.
But the one who was slapped out by the shield...
Whether he can still see tomorrow's sun is no longer a guess...
"AHHHHH! Olga! You!?"
Seeing his colleague who was being chided by him a second ago turned into this state, Sasha froze in place. He didn't expect the sudden turn of events.
This? Are these dolls this ruthless?
Normal dolls... normal dolls certainly won't act like this, right?
And Olga's condition... Is this still savable? With Sasha's limited first aid knowledge, he couldn't figure out how to save this unlucky person's life...
"Calm down! Anyway, calm down! Isn't there some kind of misunderstanding here?"
Although he had the intention to pick up his gun and fight with these dolls, UMP45 and MDR had already picked up their respective weapons when M870 made a move on the two mercenaries.
The situation changed too quickly, just in one or two sentences... but this kind of situation is not uncommon among mercenaries, a group known for fighting at the drop of a hat.
"Misunderstanding? Misunderstandings upon misunderstandings. Anyway, my boss hasn't seen the client and we haven't heard any news about you mercenaries from the client's mouth. Who knows whether you guys are planning to send those little ones somewhere else."
As she spoke, UMP45 nodded its muzzle towards Sasha, signaling to throw his weapon to the ground.
MDR on the other side wasn't so polite, directly lifting her foot and kicking the mercenary in the crook of his leg, causing him to lower his head height before unceremoniously knocking him out with a fist.
"See, no skin broken at all! Now that's professionalism!"
While stripping the weapon off the fallen mercenary, MDR showed off how professional her smothering technique was to M870.
"Eh, where did you learn all this from? Griffin's combat training course shouldn't have any content in this area, right?"
Seeing the mercenary knocked out by MDR's light tap, M870 looked at Olga who had been beaten beyond recognition by her shield, then wiped the sweat from her brow.
Fortunately, she was not alone in this place at the moment, otherwise, she would have had to lay down a harsh hand to finish off the three mercenaries. She didn't know if herthe new commander would blame her...
Of course, if MDR knew what M870 was worrying about, she would have taken a picture of her worried expression and sent it to the anonymous board to make fun of her.
If Renault himself were here, I'm afraid that among these three guys, only Sasha would survive.
When dealing with mercenaries, Renault never held back; those mercenaries always standing opposite of Renault ended up as nothing but ashes...
The situation was forced. Sasha felt there was no way out. These three dolls moved without hesitation, their power far beyond ordinary tactical dolls. He didn't feel he had the ability to escape from these three...
Fortunately, these three didn't seem intent on finishing the job. They just knocked out the other two...
"Okay, now tell us properly, where exactly did you mercenaries come from? The way these two guys look, they don't seem like they're trying to protect those little ones."
The expression on Sasha's face looked fine, like a pure simpleton, but the other two...
The greed in their eyes was almost tangible.
It was no wonder that when these kids were in town, they hid in the orphanage rooms, not willing to go near these mercenaries.
UMP45 could only say that children were very sensitive to their surroundings. Perhaps their Dean Tania had instructed them before leaving, or perhaps those children sensed that some mercenaries harbored ill intentions.
Fortunately, those children had been sent to the airship without landing. For the time being, there was no need to worry about their safety.
"This is indeed the commission we received from Ms. Tania to come here to protect these children..." Sasha scratched his head, anxiously glancing at Olga, who was barely breathing.
"Is this what she told you? Or did you see Tania say this with your own eyes?"
"Of course it's that woman who told us. Commissions like this are usually handled by the intermediary or the person themselves; it's customary."
"So... you haven't even met the orphanage head, Tania, with your own eyes? Aren't you the deputy head?"
"When did I ever say that I'm the deputy head of a mercenary group?"
Seeing the blank expression on Sasha's face, UMP45 and MDR looked at each other helplessly.
So, you're just an ordinary minion? Why did you show so much enthusiasm in front of us before?
We thought you were in charge of the mercenaries who stayed behind!
No wonder the other mercenaries had no intention of moving forward. Protecting those children was just a front; their real purpose was something else.
UMP45 nodded in understanding. She narrowed her eyes and looked towards the valley.
These mercenaries must have learned through some means that the client had hired Renault to pick her up.
After all, the client was just an ordinary person.
This level of information access wouldn't be too much trouble for these mercenaries...
As for the anxiety on their faces, it was probably because their leader had been gone for so long without returning.
She thought she had encountered a rare animal in the mercenary business, but it turns out these guys really only know how to fool around...