Chapter 107: Let's Head to the Kitchen to Peel Potatoes

"The situation is roughly like this: although the T-dolls here have resigned, it doesn't affect your duties because the city's defense department is still quite active. So, your workload isn't actually heavy. The main thing is to be careful and ensure that your own T-dolls don't act too impulsively."

Looking through the work report left by NZ75 earlier, Helian sternly instructed the commander in front of her.

"Alright, I understand. Um... about the application for additional T-Dolls I submitted earlier..." After hearing Helian's words, the commander hesitated and spoke softly, trying to remind a certain acting agent that he had applied for additional dolls before his transfer.

"Oh, you mean those new T-Dolls. They arrived shortly after we left your original base. However, whether they want to transfer here with you or not depends on their own will. Of course, there's no need to worry too much. If you want to increase manpower, you can continue to submit applications to HQ or order tactical dolls from IOP yourself."

Helian said nonchalantly, "Alright, that's it. I have other official matters to attend to, so I won't stay long." Then she turned and left. G&K's helicopter was still waiting at the helipad beyond the quarantine wall, and she didn't have time to waste here.

Watching Helian's confident departure, the commander, who had a somewhat forced smile on his face, suddenly lost his enthusiasm.

Plop!

"Why!? Does this mean I'll never have advanced tactical dolls in my life!?" The commander fell to the ground, clutching his head and lamenting.

"Um, Commander, if it doesn't work out this time, it will definitely be fine next time! Please cheer up! Um... how about I bake some pastries for you?" Seeing her commander so despondent, M45, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward to comfort him.

"Sob! M45! You're truly an angel!" Hearing the gentle comfort of his tactical doll, the commander burst into tears uncontrollably.

However, just a few steps after M45 ran off, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and took out a folded piece of paper from her skirt pocket.

"Um... Commander, this is the bill for the baking equipment I just ordered..."

Thunk!

Just as the commander was about to regain his spirits, upon hearing M45's words, his heart sank instantly! He quickly opened the paper to look.

Large-capacity built-in oven, mousse sandblaster, electric food processor, handheld mixer, complete set of baking pans, Western European imported kitchen knives...

The series of tools and raw materials made the commander's eyes blur, and then he saw the amount at the bottom... Especially those consecutive zeros...

"OH! NO——!" Plop! Seeing stars, he couldn't get up again.

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"Alright, since you all know me, there's no need for me to introduce myself. Anyway, welcome aboard. But as you can see, I'm a bit busy here. After I finish up here, I'll modify the underlying agreement for you. CF05 has already mentioned this to you, right?"

"Yes, yes! She mentioned it before, but Commander, will there be any difference after modifying the root protocols?" Although she trusted CF05 not to deceive her, P90 still asked with some concern.

"There won't be any changes, so rest assured. It's just some minor adjustments, which won't affect your personalities and thoughts. Now, go find RFB and M200. They should be helping to tidy up the dormitory."

"OK!"

The group quickly found M200 and RFB in the dormitory, packing up their personal belongings. However, both of them had already finished packing and were idle.

RFB was playing a Japanese AVG game on her computer, while M200 sat beside her, tilting her head and watching.

"Hey! RFB! M200! Why aren't you working? The Commander said you should help us clean up the room!"

"Huh? The empty ones over there are yours. There's all the furniture you need. Just put your stuff down and organize it." RFB held her computer and looked strangely at P90, who was at the door.

"Oh! Thanks!"

As tactical dolls employed by Griffin and Kruger, she naturally recognized P90 and her team. However, she didn't expect them to arrive so quickly, especially when she saw one tactical doll after another behind P90.

From MP5 to MP40, all the tactical dolls from this Griffin Base were now here. It was hard to imagine these Griffin tactical dolls all changing jobs together on the same day. If CF05 hadn't mentioned earlier that P90's team would come today, she might have been startled by these guys as well.

As RFB said, P90 and her team quickly put away their belongings in the dormitory. But then what? Stay in the dormitory and do nothing like RFB?

But outside, Reno and his tactical dolls were bustling about, with the continuous clang of metal echoing, audible even with headphones on.

"Commander? Is there anything we can help with?" NZ75 couldn't sit still anymore. After staying in the room for a while, she walked out and approached Reno, who was repairing the engine.

"Hmm? Help? Um, let me see... Hmm, there doesn't seem to be any work you can do here. How about... you go help G36 prepare lunch?" It was about time, and now that there were so many people at home, G36's workload had increased quite a bit.

It wasn't that there was more physical work, its just a more specialized work, adding more people will make the work load more complex.

"Um, okay." NZ75 was somewhat surprised to hear Reno's words. She had thought that the Commander seeing that she was at least an advanced tactical doll, would give her some important tasks. But unexpectedly, her first task upon joining was to help with cooking...

"G36! It's about time! Let NZ75 help you!"

"Okay, I'll leave this secondary beam here." G36 placed the heavy trailer secondary beam next to Simonov, who was welding the trailer, and beckoned NZ75 to the kitchen on the other side of the factory.

As NZ75 passed by Simonov, she carefully looked at the trailer secondary beam that G36 had just placed down... Solid steel, It's weight... It didn't seem like something she could easily move alone...

Then she watched as Simonov, with one hand, skillfully welded the main beam onto the trailer.

Um... forget it, there's really no way to help with this. She'd better go peel potatoes...

But what frustrated NZ75 was that... even the work in the kitchen didn't seem as simple as she had imagined...

Bags of rice and various vegetables were piled up on the shelf against the wall.

"Huh? These food reserves? Is it for a week..."

"No, it's just the ingredients needed for today. They were bought this morning. These fresh vegetables aren't suitable for long-term storage."

Saying that, G36 emptied a whole bag of dozens of pounds of potatoes into a large basin and placed it in front of NZ75.

"I'll leave these to you."