Chapter 170: Unidentified Visitors

Double Chapters day!

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"It's been almost two weeks since then. Regarding Sangvis Ferri... Well, they surely won't lack an elite T-Doll like you. Let's just wait patiently," Renault remarked, if Sangvis Ferri needed Maria, they'd reach out through Scarecrow.

Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing hadn't halted operations, and communication devices were functioning as usual. So far, no Sangvis Ferri units had approached them, indicating that Sangvis Ferri wasn't particularly concerned about Destroyer's disappearance.

Hmm, or maybe they've simply forgotten her.

"Okay, now it's your turn," Renault said to Maria, reaching for UMP40's neural core.

"What? Wait! Let me reconsider—"

Click.

Before UMP40 could finish, Renault had already unplugged the data cable and placed her neural core along with a new one into the neural transfer device, pressing the start button.

"Commander... You're not seriously planning for all of us to change our neural cores, are you?" Simonov asked, glancing curiously at the box of neural cores Renault had taken out earlier. Dozens of neatly stacked neural cores remained in the box, ready for use.

"Yeah, why else would I have called all of you here? Come on, sign up. Who's next?" Renault brought out a toolbox, sat down at the workbench, and appeared ready to perform surgery on the assembled T-Dolls.

Seeing Renault's serious expression, everyone, including G36, blushed.

Couldn't he be a bit more tactful? And with so many people watching, couldn't he at least set up a partition or draw a curtain?

Of course, being embarrassed didn't mean they could just stand there. Eventually, G36, eager to finish cooking, took the lead and lay down on the workbench in front of Renault.

"That's right. Don't worry, it'll only take a few minutes," Renault assured as he quickly removed G36's neural core after she volunteered, while UMP40's transfer had just been completed.

"Hey, UMP40, how does it feel to undergo a neural transfer? Does it hurt?" Watching UMP40 reappear on the screen, C96 leaned in curiously to ask.

UMP40 shook her head. "No pain, no sensation. It's like pushing open a door in a pitch-black space and then walking through it."

"Oh! That simple? Then there shouldn't be any problems! Commander! It's my turn! I'm next!" Upon hearing UMP40's explanation, C96 immediately raised her hand and enthusiastically jumped onto the workbench.

As she watched one T-Doll after another undergo the neural transfer, UMP40 pulled up a chair in the mental space and sat down, staring blankly at the lively scene in front of her, starting to worry about UMP45's condition.

But her worries were futile. Without a body, there was nothing she could do, and she couldn't be sure if UMP45 had managed to escape from the Sangvis Ferri factory...

Their previous actions, the one who issued the order, had been so ruthless; perhaps there were other measures in place besides the two of them. The possibility of UMP45 escaping was slim... No, no, she couldn't think like that. 45 must have escaped!

In combat, they might not excel, but with the convenience of electronic warfare equipment, escaping shouldn't be a problem!

Compared to UMP40's troubled appearance, Maria didn't think too much. At the moment, she was watching the free-moving T-Dolls with envy, wondering when Renault would repair her doll form.

But that was just her fantasy. Her original base form was already unusable, with critical parts damaged beyond repair. Rebuilding one from scratch would be a hundred times easier than repairing her original base form, especially since Maria's base form had been constructed using the printing equipment in the Sangvis Ferri main factory. With Renault's current resources, it was impossible to reproduce identical parts.

The equipment was there, but the corresponding materials were lacking.

Of course, whether to replace Renault's made base form or wait for Renault to send her back to Sangvis Ferri for a new one was up to her to decide.

The process of replacing neural cores for more than twenty T-Dolls lasted for most of the day, and even meals were eaten in the workshop with trays in hand.

This inadvertently made things difficult for UMP40 and Maria, who had no bodies. It was fine on ordinary days, with only MDR and RFB coming over to tease them.

But now, the whole family was enjoying sumptuous feasts non-stop, with desserts served after meals...

Maria couldn't help but drool at the sight, and UMP40 widened her eyes in amazement.

Wow, this treatment was on a completely different level compared to Griffin! When they were at Griffin HQ, even getting some good food required using Griffin's internal credits. But here, with Renault...

"Um, Renault, how about me?" Maria couldn't resist anymore, seeing the steaming grilled meat and the big, soft-looking cheese on Renault's plate. Ignoring the surprised look from UMP40 next to her, Maria spoke up directly to Renault.

"What about you?" Renault asked, tilting his head slightly in confusion, as he stuffed a juicy piece of meat into his mouth.

"How about letting me join your company? I'm good at fighting! An elite Sangvis Ferri T-Doll! Don't you want me?"

"Hmm? Why this sudden interest? Didn't you already enjoy meals here before? Now that Sangvis Ferri is in trouble, it's probably not possible to go shopping in the cities for supplies anymore. You just realized that you might not get to eat these things anymore!"

Huh? Was this guy smart or just clueless?

"Sure, why not? I don't mind, as long as you work honestly in the future. And there won't be as many Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls to boss you around... Someone's here?" Renault suddenly felt a slight vibration from outside the window.

Looking out, he saw several large trucks carefully navigating through the rubble, heading towards the factory.

"Get ready, we have guests coming," Renault frowned. Those trucks were obviously for transporting heavy goods, and there was nothing valuable left in the factory area except for the industrial equipment.

Without a doubt, these guys were here to snatch things from him.