Transmigrator Commander of Girls Frontline must not be a Reckless man

"Boss, that old man just came back with something. Is he going to pay us up?" Watching the old man holding something walking back along the road, a few doll traffickers who had been following M1 Garland and others to the warehouse nearby couldn't help but look over curiously.

"Let's go, let's go take a look. This old guy always uses us as disposable tools, but never pays up! Hmph! This stingy old bastard! Today, let's teach him a lesson and show him that not just anyone can owe us money!"

Pinching his finger bones, the leader among the traffickers waved his hand and called out all his men hidden around, marching towards the old man.

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"Huh? One, two, three... fifteen people in total, all swaggering over there. Are they stupid?" Standing behind Renault with a gun in his hand, Simonov, who was looking at the screen with her neck stretched, couldn't help but wonder when she saw all the dolls traffickers coming out one by one from their hiding places and finally gathering together.

She was full of question marks in her mind.

With such a big anti-personnel landmine hanging around that old man's neck, can't these people see such a large obvious thing?

"That mine was officially developed and launched as an anti-personnel landmine in the 1960s. Although there have been various improved versions introduced later, it has been decades since then. It's normal that they didn't recognize it," said Renault.

"That shouldn't be the case. I think they must have thought of it as a toy, after all, who would hang a Claymore mine around their neck? Unless they don't value their lives!" While M1 Garland and BM59 were talking, Renault had already taken out the remote control and pressed the detonation button without hesitation.

Boom!

The explosion outside the warehouse was like a thunderbolt on the ground! And with the sound of the explosion, the image on the screen also disappeared instantly.

Obviously, the remote-controlled doll with the landmine hanging on it must have been turned into fragments by now. Not to mention ordinary autonomous dolls, even high-level Dolls of Sangvis Ferri would not fare well if they had this thing hanging on them at close range.

Bang!

After the explosion of the Claymore mine, it was the hand grenade held by the remote controlled doll. The steel balls flying in all directions directly covered the entire street, and those doll traffickers who had been brought out by their own boss to make a show of strength, from now on, all lay in a pool of blood.

"Commander, what about the other two? Should we go out and chase them?"

The doll traffickers who just appeared on the screen were only fifteen in total, and there were still two who had not shown up. Perhaps they had already run to inform their companions.

"No need. Just let those Griffin guys know that there's also that old guy coming over for rent. He's so old, yet he's still involved with these doll traffickers. He can't be a good person."

G&K had already known the location of the base in this town, on the other side of this town, which was another exit.

G&K had already sealed off all the entrances and exits of the entire town for easy management. The only entrances and exits that could accommodate vehicles and personnel were these two.

But obviously, not all the townspeople would honestly go around these two entrances and exits. Some mansions or yards near the edge of the town might even have their own entrances and exits.

G&k was obviously helpless about this.

Just like these doll traffickers, Griffin Commander would definitely not allow people of unknown origin to enter the town at will, but these guys just managed to get in casually.

Do you dare to believe that there's no traitor in this town?

"Alright, don't worry about it. Someone will come to clean up later. What did you guys buy?" Looking at the bags on the table still dripping with soup, Renault opened them strangely to see.

Chunks of pre-cut meat, as well as ribs already cut off the bone, and some ingredients in the bags, all raw...

Hiss!

"I said... didn't I ask you to go out and have a look? Why did you buy so many ingredients and bring them back?" Buying some convenience food would have been fine too, they didn't look like they could cook now, did they?

All they brought from the G&K base were doll parts, maintenance equipment, and some ammunition and gadgets. As for kitchen utensils, he really didn't think about bringing them along.

After all, he had also brought several boxes of G&K-supplied rations, although they tasted bad, but heating them up wasn't troublesome, and they came with utensils.

"We also bought some camping equipment! A barbecue grill! Charcoal! And if it's not enough, there's a pile of firewood over there in the corner!" Nagant revolver, who had been shouting and planning on the sidelines, couldn't have forgotten something so important!

"Uh, well, if you want to barbecue, that's fine, but who among you can cook?" Renault looked left and right, feeling that none of his dolls seemed to be capable of cooking.

M1 Garland, as soon as he asked, blushed and didn't need to say more about it.

Simonov? Although he didn't ask, judging from her appearance, she didn't seem like someone who would be comfortable working in the kitchen.

BM59? Looking at her gorgeous outfit, she didn't seem to have anything to do with the kitchen. As for M1911?

If she could, why hasn't she raised her hand for so long?

"I can! I can! Leave this kind of thing to me, this old-timer..."

"Alright, alright, don't call yourself an old-timer. You're not even a year old since you left the factory. Let me do it myself." Holding back the restless Nagant revolver, Renault sighed and turned over several barbecue grills bought by the dolls and found a place away from the truck to set them up.

"Old... old-timer..." Nagant revolver, who was despised by Renault, became uneasy after hearing Renault describe herself like that...

Where does this calculation come from?

"What! I'm not some little baby! And if you're going by the factory date! Every one of you is a little baby!"

Angered, Nagant revolver directly launched a carpet bombing at one of the dolls present.

Hearing Nagant revolver's words, M1 Garland and BM59, who had just had some smiles on their faces, froze, their faces stiff. Their factory date was actually two months ago. After waiting at headquarters for a while, they were assigned to the Griffin base they had been at before.

As for Simonov, at this moment, she smiled smugly, "Haha! Looks like I'm not a 'little baby'! Hmph! You should know that before becoming a tactical doll, I had a full three years of work experience! Now I'm the senior!" Smugly patting her chest, Simonov's nose was almost in the air.