Chapter 62: How to describe it？

Triple Chapter release due to my birthday.

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The outcome was obvious.

Even though MG3's two arms were damaged, they were still intact enough to be repaired with some minor adjustments. It was ridiculous for her to exchange her two arms for two wheel-type appendages.

After being repaired, what would she do? Walk upside down? Eat while lying in a food bowl? Unfortunate doll with a crippled body and firm determination?

Other than installing the chassis of the Prowler, what else could she have done?

Lying dumbfounded on the table as a decoration? Or becoming a peculiar doll who walks with both hands? Walking with both hands, carrying a machine gun on her shoulder, and then shooting with the braids behind her head? Don't be ridiculous!

The chassis of the Prowler was readily available. Reno only needed to make some modifications to the wiring around MG3's waist, leave a connection point for the chassis, and then fix MG3's upper body to it with fasteners.

With the complete chassis of the Prowler installed, MG3's stability was significantly improved compared to when she didn't have four wheel-type appendages. Apart from some difficulty in getting used to its movement, there was hardly any risk of her suddenly falling over.

"Heh... To think you're so steady; I was hoping to see you fall flat on your back." Simonov, upon seeing MG3 showing no signs of falling, crossed her arms with a disappointed expression.

"Hmph, that's a letdown for you. But in this state, if I had an extra machine gun mount, it would be very handy!"

The floor of the factory was relatively flat, and the Prowler's chassis moved effortlessly on such terrain. With the complete chassis, MG3's movement was as easy as controlling a racing car in a game.

After circling inside the factory a few times, she could even drift around the crates...

Hey hey hey! This isn't fair! Why did I have to struggle and fall while this guy can move so effortlessly! How come I didn't have such cool moves back then! Sob sob! Jealousy is tearing me apart!

"So cool! Do it again! Do it again!"

With a twisted expression on her face, Simonov forcefully suppressed her envy and cheered loudly.

Do it a few more times! Just a few more times!

The four-wheeled appendages of the Prowler had been used by her before, and their endurance was definitely not as high as before. With MG3's current high-intensity movements, it might just collapse after a few more tries!

Then the sole outcome would be removing the broken chassis and attaching the wheels to her hands! I'm a genius!

Simonov's mind was buzzing with calculations, but Reno, upon seeing MG3's movements, immediately spoke up to warn her, "Take it easy. This is the last set; there are no other replacement parts. If you don't want to end up lying on the table waiting for repairs, then behave like a regular Prowler."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Upon hearing Reno's reminder, MG3, who was about to take another lap upon hearing Simonov's cheer, quickly stopped and slowly drove back, apparently not wanting to fall into the embarrassing situation of being unable to move again.

"We won't do any repairs on the external skin for now. You can't soak in the repair warehouse in your current state, and we don't have enough materials. There's a Griffin communicator over there; you can contact G&K's agent, Helian, directly if needed."

Reno pointed to the Griffin communicator placed on the table by M1 Garand, with the obvious Griffin emblem on it, so there was no mistaking it.

"G&K?"

MG3 scratched her head and looked at the prominent Griffin emblem on the communicator. "Um, are you a commander of G&K? Actually, we're not tactical dolls under Griffin's jurisdiction."

"Not? Are IOP's tactical dolls still sold to individuals aside from Griffin?"

Hearing this, Reno raised an eyebrow with some surprise.

"Well, although it's not common, there have been precedents. Generally, it's large companies with ample funds or wealthy individuals... Well, as long as you have money, you can buy them."

MDR waved her phone and replied nonchalantly to Reno's question.

IOP was originally a business-oriented organization, so there was nothing particularly strange about this kind of thing for them; in business, there was nothing to be squeamish about business opportunities.

Reno nodded and then looked at MG3. "So, are you going back to find your boss, or are you staying here to work for me?"

Huh? Is he asking for my opinion?

After hesitating for a moment, MG3 glanced at her imprinted weapon, still lying on the table, waiting to be repaired. "Um, is there any salary? You're not going to dismantle my Fire Control Core and make me a service doll, are you?"

As she spoke, MG3 approached her lower body, which had been removed by Reno, with a half-flattened ammunition box still hanging on it. She carefully took it off and hung it in the position below her chest.

"No, but we need to change your Root Protocols."

To avoid situations where she couldn't confirm the highest orders when she encountered her former employer.

"Oh, that's fine. As long as it's not some strange Root Protocols."

Hearing that her root protocols would be changed, MG3 didn't feel surprised; she had already experienced this when she was sold by IOP.

After deleting all of MG3's Root Protocol restrictions, she didn't feel any different. Although she could sense that something was off, she couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

After dealing with MG3, the next step was SPAS-12 and the other two dolls, but SPAS-12 couldn't be repaired yet as there were no usable power cores available.

So Reno just powered up her neural core, ensured that the internal data wouldn't continue to leak, and removed the damaged power core.

As for G36 and the other doll whose main body was completely destroyed, it was easy. He took out their neural cores, deleted their Root Protocols, put them into Dinergates, and then restarted them.

Seeing Reno putting the neural cores of the two dolls into the drive shells of the Dinergates, the Jaeger, who had been waiting nearby, half crouched on the table, face-to-face with the two chopsticks, with a joyful smile on her face, apparently very happy.

"Um, I feel a bit complicated right now." Similarly standing beside the Jaeger, Nagant Revolver covered the location of her neural core, looking at the two Dinergates on the table with a complex expression.

"Mmm, this feeling of seeing a new mind awakening in one's former body is indeed very... very..."

P38 furrowed her brow, closed her eyes, and tried to come up with a suitable adjective.

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