Chapter 221: Oh, Oops, It's Gone

"Slow down! Slow down! Slow down!"

As soon as the newly equipped HK416 took a step forward with its new body, Renault was startled!

HK416 was facing the window, and at this rate, wasn't she about to crash through the wall and come out on the dormitory floor with just one step!?

Hastily, Renault rushed forward to pull back the HK416, whose body was still uncontrollable.

He couldn't help but sweat, realizing that there were indeed some issues with simultaneously updating the bodies of four individuals.

Next time he update their bodies, it seems he'll need to set up a special adaptation mode in advance.

Or maybe he should just move the workshop to a safer location.

At the very least, they shouldn't be in a situation where one wrong step compromises the entire building's security measures and leads to a waste of materials for complete sanitation.

They'd be spending way too much money!

"Hey!"

Seeing Renault's nervous expression, UMP45, who had just received her new body as well but hadn't moved yet, raised her non-existent eyebrows and smiled.

It seems Renault wasn't entirely fearless either. At least, when HK416 nearly crashed into the wall, he was very attentive.

"Wow! Sister 45! You look so scary right now!"

Watching UMP45 with her face devoid of skin, only metal bones and synthetic muscle fibers, UMP9 couldn't help but exclaim, while patting her chest.

Thump thump!

Crack!

A sound like a burst water bag echoed, causing Renault, who had just stabilized the HK416, to jump in surprise!

That sound... Could it be...?

"Ahh! Sister 45! Sister 45! What do I do!? I've flattened my chest!"

UMP9 looked down at her body, which was leaking circulating fluid, in shock.

But her hands were raised straight up, not daring to move it.

"Are you stupid!? Who told you to use so much force!? But then again, none of us have skin covering right now, how did you recognize me?"

UMP45 could confirm that UMP9 hadn't used communication protocols to contact her.

All four tactical dolls were in their bare body forms.

How did UMP9 recognize her?

After all, HK416 over there is just like her... Wait a minute!?

"Hey hey hey! Something's not right! Renault! Why is her simulated tissue in her chest so much larger!? And mine..."

UMP45 lowered her head to look at herself, only to find that, as usual, she was still in her pitiful size.

As for UMP9 next to her, well, hers had already burst, so there was no comparison.

But with Elf...

"This isn't fair! Why is Elf's even bigger than mine! She should be about the same size as me originally, right!?"

"HK416's is naturally her original body data, as for Elf's, it's because several tactical dolls at home strongly requested it, so I made their sizes all the same level as M1911 and P38," Renault explained. Looking at UMP45, he added, "As for yours, sorry, the materials ran out when I got to yours. If you don't mind, I can print one out for you using alloy steel."

"Huh!? Then what do I do!? Mine..."

Hearing Renault's words, UMP9 immediately cried out with a mournful face. With no skin to begin with, her face looked even more scary at this moment.

This made Elf, who was beside her, brighten up. She turned her head and planned to check her own condition in front of the floor-length mirror in the room.

"Hey hey! UMP40! Stop laughing on the side! Keep an eye on the little one! Don't let her accidentally run out!"

Compared to the three former tactical dolls, HK416, Renault was more worried about Elf, who wasn't originally a tactical doll. Her adaptability to the new body was still unknown, so it was necessary to have someone watch over her. Fortunately, there were not only himself but also UMP40, who was waiting for UMP45 nearby.

"Yeah yeah! Don't worry, Commander, I'll keep an eye on her. Nothing will go wrong." Hearing Renault's instructions, UMP40 hurried forward and supported the little one's body, helping her move little by little.

Seeing that someone was watching Elf, Renault turned back to UMP9.

"There's no other way, you'll have to stay like this for now. I'll get you a new one when I buy the materials next time. Just be careful! Don't exert too much force on the simulated bio-tissues on your body!"

If they didn't control it, wouldn't he have to change the skin of the tactical dolls every day? It wouldn't be okay if they accidentally tore their own faces while sleeping, would it?

"Oh..."

Hearing this, UMP9 looked pitifully at UMP45. If it weren't for the lack of skin and the non-functioning biomimetic system, she might really have cried by now.

"Uh, don't look at me, it's useless to look at me."

Seeing UMP9 looking at her, UMP45 subconsciously wanted to raise her hands to protect her chest, but unfortunately, the karma of UMP9 was right in front of her eyes, so she forcibly stopped her subconscious action.

The adaptation process of several tactical dolls ended with the little one brought by UMP40 being the first to lie down in the repair pod.

As for HK416 and the others, they were still slowly moving their bodies.

The reason, of course, was because of Elf. She directly reduced the power output of the body to the minimum, only ensuring her own normal activity without any problems.

But for HK416 and the others, they were still trying to figure out how to mobilize the maximum power output without losing control.

After all, they were tactical dolls, and the first thing that came to mind was how to use this power on the battlefield.

By the time all the tactical dolls were covered with biomimetic skin in the repair pod, it was already evening. They missed lunch, but dinner was just in time.

Under the cooking skills of G36, even UMP9, who was somewhat depressed due to the lack of headlights, couldn't be bothered to worry about her body shape anymore. Anyway, Renault had promised her that she would get a new one with the materials, so what else was there to worry about?

As for Renault, he had only just sent away Angelia around noon, and now, after only a few hours, why was his phone ringing again?

"Hello? Isn't this another commission? It's only been a few hours? Even the donkeys of the production team need to rest and have a meal!"

As soon as the phone connected, Renault complained. He had just taken a bite of his meal.

Did they not realize how annoying it was to call someone during their meal?

"Tsk! You really have a bad temper. Of course, it's not a mission. Statesec found a batch of doll materials in the city you visited before, the place where you picked up 416. Do you want it? If not, I'll give it to IOP."

"Of course, I want it! Why wouldn't I? Just deduct the payment from the next commission."

Upon hearing this, Renault immediately agreed.

On the other end of the phone, Angelia rolled her eyes.

Such a stingy man!

He's not even willing to spend a little money! If it weren't for the fact that ahe couldn't get any money without returning it to IOP, who would even think of you, you stingy man!