Chapter 219: Why Change?

"How much?"

Just after bidding farewell to Angelia, MDR leaned over to Renault, peering at the screen of his phone, eager to see how much money they had earned from this commission.

Upon seeing the number on the screen, MDR couldn't help but sigh disappointedly, "What a pity, such little money. This commission feels like a loss!"

"Be content; it's not bad. You can't pick up gold every time you go out."

Angelia's reward was obviously not comparable to the gold they found on the train before, or even the previous time they transported collapse fluid.

But those two times were indeed accidents. How could the normal commission reward compare to those two times?

"What? Are you thinking of buying something you can't afford again?"

MDR certainly had money, and Renault did give pocket money to his family.

Of course, the opportunities for the family's dolls to spend money were very limited, especially after moving to this uninhabited area. Even if they had money, they couldn't spend it.

RFB was an exception. She enjoyed spending money on online games. Fortunately, there was only one like her in the family. Otherwise, if there were several like her, all the family's dolls would become creditors.

But it seemed like a lot of Simonov's salary was borrowed by RFB...

"No, no, no, I'm not like RFB, I'm just curious."

And now there was nothing to buy. MDR, the one Griffin's MDR, didn't know where she had gone recently. She was probably on a mission in a place with no signal, and there were hardly any opponents left on the anonymous forum.

As they were talking, the two of them heard a crisp laughter coming from the direction of the workshop, sounding like UMP40, with the voices of other dolls.

"Ahahaha! 45! You look so funny! Hahaha!" UMP40's laughter echoed from the workshop, and Renault also saw the situation inside the workshop.

MP5 and MP40, who came with Elf to find HK416, were next to them, trying hard not to burst into laughter.

"Whose fault do you think this is! Quickly bring Renault back! I don't want to stay in this ridiculous state any longer!" UMP45 yelled hysterically, her remaining three wheels spinning helplessly.

UMP9's plan to get UMP45 off the table using a cardboard box had ultimately failed.

As a result, UMP45 had paid the price of a wheel, and now she was struggling just to maintain balance.

Not to mention the trembling camera on her back, shaking up and down with her movements, her field of view was all over the place!

At this rate, she would either die from others laughing at her, or from the intense shaking of her field of view!

"Heh, you realize your mistake now?"

Renault walked in with a smile, looking down at UMP45 spinning on the ground.

"You! You're just retaliating!"

"Mhm, yes, you're right. So what?"

Renault grinned, not bothering to hide anything.

Of course, this wasn't all about retaliation. It's just that UMP45 had gone too far in trying to break his nose.

The Sangvis Dinergate, was originally just a highly praised robotic pet in the civilian market, It modified by Sangvis to serve as a reconnaissance unit by adding a high-definition camera and some other devices.

After all, this thing was extremely cheap, and if it was only used for reconnaissance, there was no need to be too demanding on the materials used in the body, so the original civilian materials were sufficient.

However, UMP45 had overloaded some of the motors inside the Dinergate in order to jump to a height of 1.8 meters.

Removing the chopstick legs was to reduce the load on several drive motors inside her body, otherwise, if she accidentally burned up, it would be disastrous if her neural core was scorched.

"It's my fault! Anyway, please fix me quickly!" Watching UMP9 still unconsciously running around her, UMP45 felt like crying.

"There's nothing I can do. This Dinergate's body has been almost ruined by you. If you don't mind burning your neural core, I can put the chopstick legs back on for you, but I suggest you wait obediently. The new bodies are almost finished, and then you won't be confined to that anymore."

Pointing to the printing equipment next to the repair pod, where several bodies were nearing completion, the production speed of these bodies had also increased significantly after becoming familiar with the new equipment.

Anyway, it was definitely faster than before, when he had to manually polish them with a lathe.

Huh?

"Is my body in there?"

Hearing Renault's words, UMP45 couldn't help but be stunned.

She thought she would have to wait a long time, but it turned out her body was about to be completed?

The speed was too fast. If IOP was this efficient, Griffin's commanders wouldn't have been so troubled by the delays in every tactical doll order.

"It's your bodies, including UMP9's, HK416's, and Elf's." Saying so, Renault turned to look at the HK416 group who hadn't left yet.

"And mine!?"

Hearing Renault's words, HK416 was also delighted. She had just thought that Renault was unwilling to change her body, but it turned out everything was ready!

"Of course, it's almost time. Are you going to have dinner first or stay here for the neural transfer?"

Looking at the time, there were only a few hours left until the bodies were finished. It was now the time to transfer the neural cloud of HK416's group. When they were finished, they could directly put their neural cores into the new bodies.

Neural transfer?

Just hearing Renault's words, both UMP45 and HK416 frowned.

"Is it necessary? Our neural cores aren't damaged, are they?"

HK416 asked strangely. She had almost been melted away not long ago, and now when she heard something about the neural cores, she couldn't help but be alert again.

"They're not damaged indeed, but they're too small. With a bigger neural core, you'll learn faster."

As he spoke, Renault directly took out a homemade neural core from the box and placed it on the table. "Here, this is the new neural core."

Seeing the neural core on the table, which was about the size of two fists put together, UMP45 couldn't help but feel strange.

Wasn't this the normal type of neural core? Aren't all the ones used by dolls this type?

About to ask, she was stopped by Renault raising his hand.

And then, Renault directly took out tools and opened the outer shell of the neural core, letting them see the main body of the neural core, which was not much smaller inside.

At the same time, Renault took out several neural cores removed from others from another box and placed them in front of the group.