Chapter 153: Is This Really Effective?

It's not that she haven't seen it before, but just think about it, how much time has passed? She arrived here yesterday evening, and now it's not even noon yet, but there are already so many remains of ELID infected piled up next to the factory!

The infected aren't like those cheap cannon fodder, one shot each. These ELID infected are tough, even for Sangvis to handle. It's a troublesome problem.

"Here, this is it. Sangvis Dolls can carry a small number of weapons, but forget about your power armor. The local authorities won't allow it."

Surprised for a moment, the Scarecrow immediately pulled out an identity card from her pocket. There was a frontal photo of Renault taken who knows when, but as for other T-Dolls? There were none. After all, she was just a Doll, getting Renault a pass was already the limit.

Moreover, T-Dolls don't necessarily need identification. As long as the identity of the Doll's owner is clear, there's no problem. In general, most cities don't bother checking T-Dolls. After all, the root protocols for T-Dolls are there, what trouble could they possibly cause?

"Thanks." Glancing at the identification in his hand, Renault casually tucked it into his pocket.

"Well, that's it. I'm leaving now." Seeing Renault accept it, the Scarecrow nodded and left the factory area with a group of Rippers and Prowlers.

"Come over for dinner sometime." Renault waved goodbye.

Hearing Renault's invitation, the Scarecrow paused for a moment, then turned back and nodded lightly.

Believe it or not, she was actually tempted. After all, apart from Agent, other senior T-Dolls in Sangvis are completely clueless when it comes to cooking.

Want to eat proper food? Unless you go to a proper restaurant in the city, what else can you do? Do you expect the proxy agent who's her superior's superior to cook for them every day?

As the Scarecrow walked away, Renault also turned to look at the vast factory area. Thinking about the various hardware facilities complete in these factories, Renault couldn't help but smile.

The ups and downs of life come so fast. Just the day before yesterday, he was worried about not having enough funds to buy the equipment he needed. Now, he didn't spend a dime, but he owned so many pieces of equipment that others couldn't buy even if they wanted to!

"Commander! Come quick! Vector... Vector! If this continues, all my inventory will turn into Molotov cocktails!?" Before Renault could relax for a moment, he heard Simonov's distressed voice coming from the nearby dormitory building!

As Renault rushed into the dormitory, he immediately saw Vector being... ahem, he immediately saw Vector being held up by SPAS-12 and MG3, her eyes glaring red at A-91 and Simonov, who were guarding a large box underneath them.

Simonov was on the verge of tears, while A-91 was calmly tearing a piece of cloth from a vodka bottle and tossing it aside before taking a big gulp from it.

Renault reached out and took Vector from the two, lifting her up under her armpits. But with her eyes so red, something was clearly off.

"What's wrong with her? She was fine just now when moving things, wasn't she?" Tilting his head as Vector aimlessly scratched, Renault really couldn't understand what was going on with Vector. She had never experienced this kind of phenomenon before, right?

Could it be a mental imbalance caused by deleting the root protocols? Or a neural meltdown?

"Um, well, Commander, actually, whenever she sees a big fire, Vector ends up like this..." SPAS-12 explained somewhat awkwardly.

"Huh? What's the principle behind this? Is it okay if the fire is smaller?"

Vector has used incendiary grenades before when dealing with mercenaries and various other enemies, so when has she not used the incendiary grenades in her hand?

"Well, it should be. After all, the flames outside are a bit too intense..." MG3 pointed outside.

The flames from the pile of infected remains and debris outside even exceeded the height of the dormitory building, and the bright flames could be seen throughout the city's sky. If this isn't considered a big fire, what is?

Tsk, what is this? Another personality trait?

Hearing this, Renault couldn't help but squeeze his eyebrows, and asked M1911 to bring his computer over.

This personality trait is probably like M1 Garand blowing up the kitchen while cooking, RFB enjoying playing games, and MDR spending all day browsing forums, a kind of a quirk. Before, Renault didn't think there was anything wrong with Vector, except that her speech sometimes felt a bit negative, but other than that, she was a very normal Tactical Doll...

Who would've thought this pitfall was waiting for him here...

After a brief debugging, Renault temporarily awakened Vector from her frenzied state.

And thinking back to what Vector had just done, she immediately closed herself off, lowering her head, hugging her knees, and curling up in the chair, looking like she was ashamed of herself.

"Alright, stop pretending to be an ostrich here. Do you want to delete this part of your personality traits, or should I help you create a suppression module?"

This issue isn't difficult to solve, it just depends on what Vector wants. After all, personality traits are part of the Tactical Doll's mentality. It's not good to delete them directly.

Hearing Renault's words, Vector, who had been exuding gloominess all over, immediately raised her head, her eyes also brightening, "A suppression module? Can it ensure that I won't do anything foolish out of nowhere!?"

The option of deleting part of her personality traits was completely ignored by Vector. Of course, Renault was happy to see this happen, and adding a suppression module wasn't necessary to directly interfere with the mental model.

"It can, but it can only ensure that what you do isn't too outrageous. The specific situation depends on your own self-control."

"I want it!" Hearing Renault's words, Vector readily agreed and nodded!

A few minutes later...

Simonov and A-91, holding bottles of alcohol in their hands, stared blankly out the window, while even SPAS-12, M1 Garand, and even G36 were looking at the figure next to the bonfire outside with complicated eyes.

P90 and RFB glanced at each other, shuddered directly, and their gazes at Renault changed.

"Um, Commander? Didn't you just mention a suppression module? Is it just a joke?" P38 hesitantly raised her hand, pointing stiffly at the figure outside the window, asking Renault.

"Of course not, it's definitely effective. Look, she's not coming over to snatch Simonov's inventory now, is she?"

"But..." M1911 looked at Vector outside, feeling a bit at a loss for words to describe the current situation...

"Ahahaha! Burn! Burn! Burn this trash-like world to ashes! Ahahaha!" Waving two incendiary grenades in her hand without pulling the pins, Vector was currently dancing madly next to the bonfire, probably performing some shaman dance from a certain tribe...