Chapter 224: Can I Use It Too?

"Finally home!"

As soon as the helicopter landed, Simonov couldn't wait to pull open the cabin's manual switch, directly opening the door and jumping out of the cabin.

Although the journey was only a short few dozen minutes, there were too many goods piled up in the cabin, and she hadn't been in such a cramped environment since joining Renault.

As a group of tactical dolls gradually moved their purchased goods away, Renault and SPAS-12, sitting in the pilot and copilot seats, finally jumped out of the side cabin door.

While SPAS-12 and others went straight to move things, Renault walked around the entire factory.

He checked whether the devices he had left before leaving had been triggered by anyone, and removed all those little gadgets to prevent any accidents when his dolls roamed around.

Although Remote Mines and Trip-wired grenades were not harmful to their doll bodies, it was still necessary to be cautious to avoid any damage or injuries. Otherwise, they would waste another batch of materials repairing their biomimetic skin.

After a short while, Renault returned to the workshop carrying a bag of disarmed explosives. As soon as he returned, before he could even sit down, UMP9 rushed in holding two cans!

"Commander! I brought the materials! Hurry up and help me install them!"

It turned out that the cans UMP9 brought were not food, let alone a gift for Renault. They were just biomimetic tissue materials she had dug out from those material boxes.

"Can't you let me catch my breath and have a drink? I just got back."

Just as he was speaking, Renault suddenly felt another gaze outside the door.

Turning his head, he saw UMP45 leaning against the door, staring over with a pair of eyes, wanting to speak but not knowing how to express it...

After all, it was a bit embarrassing to talk about these things.

She wasn't as carefree as UMP9.

"Hehe! G36 said she's going to cook a big meal later, so..."

So, in order to catch up with mealtime, she had to come bother him now, right?

"Alright, put the materials on the table, turn off your pain perception system and go into standby mode, same goes for the one outside."

Kicking the explosives aside, Renault took out his toolbox and gestured towards the door as he spoke.

"45 sis! Come on! Let's do this together!"

Together? How could there be like for this kind of thing!?

Although she thought so in her heart, UMP45 still somewhat reluctantly followed along, but she obviously wasn't as enthusiastic as UMP9.

She autonomously went into standby mode on the workbench.

Watching UMP9 lying on the workbench with a smile, UMP45 sat on the edge of the workbench, looking at Renault, who had put on gloves and a mask, ready to operate on the two.

"Hmm? Hurry up and lie down, unless you have any special requests? Shape? Size? I have the standard templates from IOP here, do you want to choose one yourself or should I choose for you?"

Seeing UMP45 hesitating, Renault raised an eyebrow, took out his phone, opened the IOP doll ordering page, and displayed the detailed requirements, placing the pictures of the options in front of UMP45.

At the sight of the pictures on Renault's phone, UMP45 was suddenly startled, and before she could recover, Renault scrolled the screen of his phone, and a series of different models of 'headlights' flashed before her eyes like a carousel...

"What!? What is this!?"

...

"Hmm? UMP45's scream? Could something have happened?"

HK416, who was helping organize materials in the warehouse, immediately heard the scream from the workshop, reluctantly put down the imprint weapon in her hand, and looked in the direction of the workshop.

All the materials and parts used by these dolls were stored in the warehouse downstairs, so the sound from the workshop was transmitted very clearly here.

"It shouldn't be, didn't UMP9 just run out holding biomimetic tissue materials? The commander should be helping them repair their bodies now."

M1 Garand held a record board and counted the materials brought back this time.

Beside her, Elf was looking at one of the imprinted weapon boxes, with some hope in her eyes, but she didn't know whether to speak up or not.

"Um..."

Upon hearing M1 Garand's words, HK416 also felt a little embarrassed. That UMP9, she was really too impatient, but...

Just as she was thinking, HK416 looked at the two imprinted weapon boxes placed here. "M1 Garand, should these two boxes of imprinted weapons be moved to the commander's workshop?"

"Oh, right, I almost forgot, but these imprinted weapons all have locking devices. If you want to use them, it's best to let the commander modify them for you." Looking at the box labeled HK416, M1 Garand nodded.

"Um..." Just as M1 Garand finished speaking, Elf's timid voice sounded from beside them, "Can I... Can I use this too?"

Although she didn't know what kind of imprinted weapons were in the box, Elf still wanted to do something. If she just stayed in the kitchen helping every day... it seemed a bit insufficient...

"Uh? Of course, but you should ask the commander first."

Surprised by Elf's question, M1 Garand was a little stunned at first, but then she reacted, touched Elf's head, and smiled, handing the box to Elf.

Looking at the box in her hand, Elf's eyes lit up immediately. "Okay!" Nodding vigorously in response, she eagerly ran towards the stairs with the box in her hand.

"Is this really okay? She used to be just an ordinary civilian doll, right?"

Seeing Elf running off, HK416 couldn't help but worry that the little one might not be able to handle the job of a tactical doll.

"It should be fine, but having some power in hand is always better for us dolls than being defenseless, isn't it?"

Since having those root programming restrictions removed by Renault, M1 Garand had never thought of putting down her weapon.

After all, they had been following Renault for so long, and elsewhere, even Griffin probably wouldn't accept doll units like them without any root protocol restrictions.

Moreover, operating for a long time in polluted areas like they did, without weapons in hand, would they rely on the spare melee weapons provided by Renault every time they fought those infected?

But the weapons in their hands really needed to be upgraded, whether it was the infected or the mechs Renault brought back before, it seemed that the weapons in their hands were completely inadequate to deal with them.

"Perfect, I also need to bring up these ammunitions. Let's go check it out together." M1 Garand picked up the two portable ammunition boxes produced by IOP on the side and tilted her head towards the door.

"Okay."

Hearing this, HK416 hugged the imprinted weapon box in her hand and followed M1 Garand.