111 Chapter 111: How Much Budget?

"Team Three, take positions. There are life readings in the building ahead. There's a sniper ambush at eleven o'clock, one o'clock, and there's a suspicious launcher at ten o'clock, possibly an RPG."

"There are nine people ambushed at the left corner of the road, and there are eleven people in the restaurant on the right side. No heavy weapons detected."

The voices of G36 and M1 Garand sounded successively through the communication, and hearing their words, Reno glanced at the several places they mentioned with the corner of his eye. Indeed, there were ambushes, unexpected complications just for retrieving some data.

Moreover, in a red zone like this, mercenaries rarely venture in. After all, for ordinary humans, entering an area designated as a red zone is like putting their heads on a chopping block.

Even if they weren't killed by enemies, there were ELID Infected waiting to spring out at any moment. Even if they didn't encounter ELID infected individuals, they still had to be careful whether their comrades might suddenly turn into infected individuals.

With so many factors that could lead to the annihilation of the entire team, it was like walking into the gates of hell. Any mercenary with a sane mind would not willingly accept a commission that required entering a red zone.

Joking aside, there were mercenaries just for the money, not just risk their lives, they can even sell their lives directly to their employer...

Unless your money can buy the silence of all of them.

And in the current situation... entering a red zone wearing protective suits, although the protective suits were covered with bulletproof inserts, this level of protection was like a joke to Reno and his team.

The helmet visors of the protective suits were not bulletproof. Such a large target, do you think T-Dolls couldn't aim without their imprinted weapon systems?

Although it was true that Simonov and BM59 couldn't hit a half-body target within fifty meters without their imprinted weapons, that was almost a year ago.

Even CF05 could now ensure hitting the bullseye without using imprinted weapons, let alone Simonov and BM59.

"Speaking of which, why aren't these guys making a move? At this distance, they should have detected our presence long ago." P38 held her AGS-30. The explosive grenades in the magazine were ready to go, just waiting for those guys to attack so she could immediately blast those deadly things to their noses.

"It's just sounds they are hearing. And maybe their night vision goggles aren't working well either." M1911 wasn't worried. They were still about eight hundred meters away from the ambushers' position.

If they were using some cheap night vision goggles, they probably couldn't see this far. These tactical equipment suitable for use in special environments were mostly scarce commodities in this era. If you could get something usable, it was already good enough. What else do you want?

"Shh, be quiet, it seems like someone else is coming." Hearing the noise, Reno immediately turned off the thermal imaging, and the red light in the eyes of the powered exoskeleton gradually dimmed, and the three teams that had climbed onto the roof also crouched down.

The gradually approaching sound sounded a bit like their truck, but the sound wasn't as ostentatious as the truck's, instead, it had a muffled feeling like it was being covered by something.

"APC's, maybe they have thermal imaging. Team CRISPY, find a place to hide quickly." Simonov, upon seeing the vehicle coming from the direction they came from, immediately said to RFB and the others on the communication channel....

Hearing Simonov's words, NZ75 and the others didn't have time to ask questions when they were pulled by MDR and quickly moved to behind a wall, completely cutting off the possibility of being discovered by the enemy.

"BTR, a total of three, unknown personnel inside." Probably because RFB and the others were hiding, or perhaps because the three armored vehicles were traveling on another road about a dozen meters away, neither the ambusher nor the new arrivals have detected Renault and the dolls.

After the three vehicles passed, BM59 also breathed a sigh of relief. "Commander, it seems that those ambushers ahead are not here to bother us, but these three armored vehicles, they probably haven't discovered the ambush ahead."

"Then they can only count themselves unlucky. But the final outcome is uncertain, after all, armored vehicles..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before Reno finished speaking, the armored vehicles that had already driven two or three hundred meters away started firing at a restaurant on the right side of the street.

It was the restaurant where M1 Garand had just warned about an ambush. It seemed that the people inside had been exposed.

"MDR, listen to what they're saying." MDR herself and her powered exoskeleton were equipped with electronic devices, although they were all old products from the black market making one worry about their performance, but hacking into the communication channels of several armored vehicles and a few mercenaries was more than enough.

"Alright!"

Shortly after MDR responded, the three armored vehicles had turned the restaurant into a sieve. Those who were ambushed inside must have been completely finished, and MDR also integrated their communication channels into the communication channel used by everyone.

"Nicholas! What's going on with these people!? Didn't you say that guy named Renault is very easy to talk to!?"

"Commander, are these guys here to find us?" Hearing Reno's name and the very familiar-sounding name Nicholas, Nagant Revolver was also puzzled. They had just come out from Viktor's gate. How did these guys follow them?

"How else could they have followed us, of course, they drove over. There is only one road leading to this port from the north, even if they didn't bribe Viktor's men, they could simply have someone pay attention to our movements along the road. " Reno waved his hand, indicating them to continue listening.

And the crisis of those three armored vehicles had not been resolved yet. What they had just destroyed were just some ordinary mercenaries equipped with light weapons. The real threat was the RPG on the rooftop at nine o'clock.

In the communication channel, Nicholas's voice also sounded immediately after, "How would I know there would be an ambush here!? But it's definitely not that guy Renault! If that guy had acted, we might all be dead by now!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's just a security contractor, just a group of dolls playing with toys! Now let's move forward! We need to intercept the ship before those guys take the goods away!"

"Alright, alright, I just thought that with that guy's help, our chances of success would be greater. Since we didn't run into him, maybe we saved some budget."

Budget?

"How much budget?"

"About seven million... Hmm?"