Luckily, it wasn't long before NZ75 came running to call Renault for dinner, providing Renault with a chance to set aside the jumbled mess of ideas swirling in his head.
Meanwhile, UMP45 and her companion in the repair pod had also been successfully repaired.
Walking proudly in front of Renault, UMP45 seemed to already envision the envious gazes she would receive from everyone!
However...
"Commander! Come quickly! Today, G36 has made a lot of your favorite dishes!"
Just as they entered the dining hall, SPAS-12 called out to Renault, and M200 and RFB beckoned Elf and HK416 to join them at the table.
As for UMP45... it's not like no one greeted her. It's just that she didn't receive the envious looks she imagined. It was as if the other T-Dolls hadn't noticed the changes in her at all.
As for UMP40, who hadn't come over earlier, she was sitting next to MP5, watching UMP45's amusing behavior with a smirk.
This girl, who had appeared so proud when she entered, was like a child who had just received a new toy and was about to show it off, only to realize upon entering that everyone already had the same toy...
"Well, Commander's decision to replace our bodies was indeed correct!"
Looking at UMP45's current dejected appearance, MP5 and MP40 exchanged glances and sighed.
"Yes, this way we can distinguish ourselves from other T-Dolls of the same model. Other T-Dolls don't have the treatment we have here. Even Griffin's T-Dolls probably don't have such conditions."
MP40 was also extremely satisfied. Other T-Dolls were fine, but she and her companions were just ordinary low-level T-Dolls. In places like Griffin or elsewhere, there were plenty of Dolls like them.
Now she was one of the few MP40s, although her physical appearance hadn't changed much, her abilities had already surpassed those of the Elite T-Dolls produced by IOP.
If she were to encounter T-Dolls of the same model from Griffin in the future, she would be able to...
Of course, there were probably other T-Dolls who shared the same thoughts as MP40, but even though they were low-level T-Dolls, IOP produced the most of them. It's unlikely they'd encounter any similar ones.
Since Renault and Griffin's side barely interacted now, that woman named Helian seems to have not been in contact with Renault's side for quite some time.
But that woman probably doesn't have much time now. Sangvis's offensive is at its highest.
Griffin has only just recovered from its severe injuries, and now being hit hard by Sangvis, it seems to be reverting to its original state.
But Sangvis's offensive won't last long. After all, Angelia and Statesec won't just sit idly by.
Those Sangvis factories originally located within the safe zone are probably completely shut down by now.
Sangvis's manufacturing capabilities are ultimately just factories. They haven't been able to reach into the energy sector yet. Once power is cut off, all the factories within the green and white zones will shut down completely.
And most of those places are not protected by Griffin. Griffin is mostly just acting as security in some wealthy communities over there.
Now Sangvis can still give Griffin a hard time mainly thanks to the cost-cutting upper management of Sangvis, setting up most of the factories in the red and yellow zones, and using mostly undamaged equipment left over from the war.
But without the support of the upper echelons of Sangvis, relying solely on an AI, it's probably difficult to maintain this momentum of mass-producing Sangvis autonomous units for a long time.
When Sangvis's stockpile of materials runs out, Sangvis's lifeline will also be cut off.
In terms of time, it could be as long as two or three years, or as short as just over a year?
Anyway, those guys living in the white zone don't care about Sangvis at all. Sangvis, which can't even beat Griffin, a mere security contractor, isn't worth their attention at all.
Most of this is what Renault has seen on the internet, true or false, he doesn't care. Sangvis can't reach him, and no one will pay attention to such a resource-poor city in the red zone.
By now, UMP45 had turned her sorrow into appetite and joined UMP9 and UMP40 in devouring their meals.
Despite being soft-looking girls, they all ate as if they hadn't had a good meal in half of their lifetime.
After dinner, HK416, this persistent one, followed up again, relentlessly wanting Renault to re-imprint her weapon.
Unable to resist this stubborn one, Renault could only shrug his shoulders. If she wanted to install it, let her.
After all, it's not like it couldn't be uninstalled later. Once she realizes the limitations of her weapon, she'll probably chase after him again to upgrade it.
While HK416 was lying dormant on the workbench, Renault also didn't idle. Consider it post-dinner exercise; he created a weapon with decent firepower.
He only had a grenade launcher in his hands now, but its limitations were too great. Once he couldn't just bomb away, he would have to resort to hand-to-hand combat. For a successful security contractor, that's rather undignified.
This isn't the ancient times where only melee weapons are available. He should do something in line with the times. Like having a gun in his hand...
As the imprinting process for HK416's gun concluded, and she woke up from the workbench, Renault was sitting at the nearby table, holding a bottle and pouring crystalline materials into a bullet shell.
"What are you doing? Don't you have a bullet conversion device?"
And HK416 could immediately see from the bullet casing in Renault's hand that it was a standard 7.62mm rifle bullet casing.
Normally, they used this kind of bullet for the MG3.
And this kind of bullet was also the most abundant type of bullet in Renault's possession. Was it necessary to fill them here?
"Hmm? Of course, I know. I just made something new and plan to try it out later."
Find a couple of infected, try these bullets with changed propellants and his new gun.
Something new?
Hearing Renault's words, HK416 subconsciously looked to Renault's right hand, where a weapon, looking like it was just put together from various parts, was lying on the table.
This thing... it looks like it's cobbled together from various parts...
A barrel as thick as two fingers, the caliber couldn't be seen at a glance. At first glance, it looked a bit like a C96 imprint weapon, but the size of the magazine position didn't seem like it... Wait, the bullet in Renault's hand...
"You're not planning to use this thing to fire rifle bullets, are you?"
This thing doesn't look like a rifle at all, but rather like a handgun meant to be held in one hand.
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