NOVEL NEXT Chapter 431: Chapter 431: Shall We Leave?
Simonov finally got her share of the meal.
After all, this time Renault had increased the quantity, even more than the last time he cooked. How could she miss out?
"Burp!" Burping contentedly, Simonov held her large jug of wine in one hand and a folding chair with a pocket full of snacks in the other, swaying towards the top deck.
Behind her were Executioner and A-91, as well as AK47.
These dolls had clearly eaten and drunk their fill and were planning to go outside to soak up some sun and have a few sips of wine.
Now, all the vertical farms were being managed by the Rippers and Vespids. Simonov and her crew who were originally in charge of the vertical farms were finally relieved.
"Indeed, food tastes better when you fight for it." AK47 stretched lazily, carrying a wine bottle and taking a few steps towards the edge of the deck and stood there looking down.
"Well, occasionally it's okay, but if we eat like this every day, it's better to skip it..." A-91 raised her hand to remove her captain's hat, tucked it into her pocket after straightening it out, and then directly set up the folding recliner she was holding.
Although Executioner also had a wine bottle in her hand, she didn't bring a chair, clearly not caring about sitting directly on the ship's deck.
To this, Simonov and her two companions just shrugged. If she wasn't afraid of dirtying her clothes, what could they do?
They would find out when she washed her clothes herself later; they had already told her that there was no washing machine on the ship now.
As for entrusting the Rippers and Vespids with the task of washing clothes...
That was wishful thinking.
Even if there were one or two among the Rippers and Vespids who could perfectly handle the task of washing clothes, first, you had to find them, and then you had to wait for them to finish their current tasks.
This situation was rare now, as both vertical farms at home required manpower. The growth rate of the crops far exceeded the manpower needed for normal maintenance.
Therefore, the Rippers and Vespids at the vertical farms were all divided into three shifts, resting and recharging in rotation according to time.
So it was difficult to find a specific Ripper or Vespid. If you didn't find them, handing your clothes over to them for help would likely result in your clothes coming back as torn rags or a pile of scraps.
Washing clothes was not suitable for the Rippers and Vespids.
Even Simonov and her companions, without a washing machine, were not eager to wash clothes themselves.
After all, the clothes' materials were too fragile for them, and washing them clean without tearing them required careful control of force.
Therefore, wherever they went, the T-Dolls would try to keep their clothes clean and tidy.
As for Executioner who didn't care about dirtying her clothes, she had already changed into a new outfit, and the two communication antennas on her head had been removed by herself.
These were Executioner's iconic items before.
If she didn't remove them, it wouldn't be good if a Griffin Doll glanced at them and recognized her identity through feature recognition.
Sitting on the edge of the deck, the Executioner poured herself a drink and watched the busy Griffin T-Dolls and employees below. "I never thought I would be able to sit here and watch these Griffin T-Dolls working one day."
Of course, staring was definitely not a form of supervision. She was just purely watching these Griffin T-Dolls up close. This kind of situation, where she wouldn't be attacked by the Griffins, seemed to have only happened when she was first created a long time ago.
But because the Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing and G&K weren't originally on good terms, opportunities like today were really rare.
"Well, this kind of situation is not common for us, and it actually has nothing to do with us." Simonov put down her chair and also looked down. She immediately saw two or three guys who looked exactly like her among the T-Dolls.
It's hard to tell if they're all tactical figures or if there are a few dummy dolls mixed in. It's a bit hard to distinguish from above.
The few alcoholics chatted while drinking, looking relaxed up there.
This kind of leisurely appearance really annoyed the T-Dolls below who were working hard.
As for the human employees who were still working?
Of course, they had long been resentful.
Who allowed the smell wafting from Simonov and her companions' jugs and bottles to spread to the entire Griffin construction area with the wind?
Plus, the enticing smell that came from the ship's restaurant earlier, if it weren't for their respective superiors, those T-Dolls might have already rushed to the ship's cargo hold to look for food.
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"Commander, aren't we setting off now?" Seeing Renault leisurely checking the inventory equipment, M1 Garand asked somewhat strangely.
This commission should be considered completed. Not only did they save most of the tactical doll squads at the Griffin base, but also they directly destroyed the Sangvis Ferri communication node.
And Helian's side also didn't procrastinate at all. After finishing things here and sending back the AR team and others intact, the previously agreed-upon remuneration had already been sent to Renault's account.
In theory, the commission was already completed, the remuneration was already received. It appears that they had no reason to stay here anymore, right?
This huge ship had been parked here all the time. Even if there were no people who were deliberately reporting the situation here, sooner or later, someone would find out.
They just came to check it out. After that, there was no need for Renault to stay here anymore.
Of course, if Helian wanted to pay them, Renault would naturally continue to stay.
Unfortunately, Griffin's side had obviously recovered, and there was no serious situation.
Helian probably wouldn't spend such a large sum of money to hire them again.
But Renault was already content. Taking on a job was a job, and not having one was okay too. After all, there were plenty of things to eat at home, and whether it was a lot of money or a little money, it wasn't very important to him now.
Oh no, it's still important.
Previously, to repel those Sangvis Ferri, many of the cannonballs equipped on the powered armor were shot, and these things needed to be bought... at least... some materials needed to be bought.
Buying them and making them himself, he could give more weight to M1 Garand and M1911, who were in charge of ammunition matters.