"There are only some discarded metal materials. Judging by the texture, it's just some ordinary steel, mainly used as supports for the underground space."
There were actually some scattered household garbage, but those things were completely irrelevant to them. Even if they were able to determine the living habits of Renault and his party from these clues, it was completely useless information to them. The purpose of their coming here was not to find out what kind of person Renault was.
"On the ground at the bottom of the pit, there are also large traces of melting. Judging by the shape, it should be the same craft as the one that was at the Universal Everything Private Airport before."
Yegor nodded. "In other words, that guy, Renault, is the one who hunkered down in this factory and spent about a year to build that huge craft that can fly in the sky?"
Heh, this conclusion, even if he personally said it, is still a bit unbelievable. If the construction of a flying machine were really so simple, then the pattern of the whole world would have been rewritten by now.
"This... I'm afraid the truth is so... because there is no other possibility. Currently, among all the known organizations and forces, there is simply no one who has this kind of technology beyond our era. Those guys whose heads are full of dolls simply can't have this kind of technology. Renault's ship is definitely not related to those Relic technology they are known to have..."
Hearing his subordinate say that, Yegor raised his head, retracting his gaze from the tens of meters of the big pit under his feet, and turned back to survey the several other factory buildings with open doors.
All of the things left inside those factory buildings had already been removed, and these factory buildings were much cleaner than the previous dormitories. No matter if it was on the ground or the walls, there were no items left at all.
"Let's go. There's nothing left here. Go to the south to see if the trains in the Sangvis Station can still function properly." After a few sweeps, Yegor also lost interest in this factory and waved his hand to greet his subordinates around him and left.
As for where exactly the technology in Renault's hands comes from, this kind of thing naturally has upper-level personnel to headache over. Even if his superior... forget it. This kind of brain-consuming thing is better left to those guys from the Relic Agency to worry about. It has nothing to do with this as an ordinary soldier.
...
"Commander, where did this ship come from? Do we prepare for battle?" Looking at the freighter that slowly stopped at the far side of the island, P38 frowned and asked Renault at her side with some uncertainty.
"It's here to pick up some goods. I contacted Old Mrs. Graven's side earlier, and it just so happens that there is a freighter not far away. I can take those extra side products on board and sell them."
"Those canned fruits?" P38 scratched her head. It was impossible to tell from the outside if the freighter had refrigeration equipment on board or not, and it seemed a bit of a stretch to try and sell something like fresh vegetables by shipping them off. Unsurprisingly, the target of this cargo shipment would be those canned goods that CF05 and NZ75 and the girls had pounded out.
Although P38 had already tasted the canned goods, and the flavor was indeed quite good, the shape of the cans they used to package them was just a bit too ordinary. It was just some ordinary metal cans, on top of which there were some words indicating the contents of the cans and the date of production. If you didn't look at the content of the fonts, you wouldn't be able to tell whether the cans in your hands were filled with boiled beans or candied yellow peaches.
"Wait! Wait! Commander! Can you leave more of those canned peaches!" Upon hearing the words "canned fruit," M1911, who was helping to stuff the fish into ice cubes for refrigeration, immediately shouted.
The peach trees planted by CF05 and her had only recently matured and yielded results, and there certainly wasn't much production of the canned yellow peaches. She was actually quite fond of that flavor.
"Those canned goods that were just produced are not included. Most of the ones to be shipped are the lagging goods that were hoarded from the previous month or two." It can't be said that it's stagnant, anyway. It's those canned goods that the family doll have gotten tired of eating, and those that haven't gotten tired of the flavor can, of course, be left behind at their discretion. Moreover, the Vertical Farm's crop output speed is not slow at all. If they didn't have a Ripper to help, CF05 would have already been busy to their feet.
However, if they want to start selling various crops to the outside world, the subsequent replenishment of resources will also have to be put on the agenda...
CF05 and NZ75 had already received the notice from Renault half an hour ago and returned to the cabin's warehouse early to prepare. Now, with the help of the Rippers, all the things that needed to be sold had been packed.
They filled two containers. Soon, they would only need to use the gunboat to lift these two containers onto the freighter nearby, and the job would be done.
There were only a few gunboat drivers at home.
UMP45 didn't want to move during her vacation, Simonov was drunk and had blurred consciousness, and WZ.29 was a novice. Lifting things seemed to fall to Renault himself...
And the 'diligent' SPAS-12 could not be counted on.
This guy was not far from the beach, holding a chilled watermelon, beautifully digging with a spoon to eat. If those in the material control area saw, people would have to stare at this guy to make downtime impossible. But this kind of behavior on Renault's side was nothing, after all, right beside her, there were several dolls doing the same action.
Fresh watermelon from home simply could not be eaten in one go. Even if all the dolls in the home each had half, there would still be leftovers.
What's more, this is not the only kind of melon in the family's vertical farm. They could eat something else, anyway. Most of the crops in the family's vertical farm couldn't be eaten over.
The process of lifting the two containers over was very uneventful, and there was no trouble. The captain of the freighter also greeted Renault's side, and everything was calm and quiet. Except for Simonov spending a lot of money to re-tinker out of the leather seats with more than a few stained watermelon juice handprints...
Just when Renault's side made the first deal and was waiting for those cans to be sold to reap the end of the money, in the 16Lab research room, the M4A1, which had been lying in the restoration warehouse, woke up under Persica's days of work.
Seeing M4A1 open its eyes, M16 and RO635, who had been staying at 16Lab and had not returned to Griffin HQ, subconsciously wanted to go forward to check on M4A1's condition.
"Hey, coming back will come! What's the hurry, you two! She's only just coming to her senses now! There's still a ton of debugging work that needs to be done! You two hurry up and stay away! Go go go! Go back to your dormitory and play!"