Chapter 373: Distant Incoming Call

"Is installing a neural core really this simple? The doll's neural core is just... inserted like this, and it works?" Executioner exclaimed in shock as she watched Scarecrow effortlessly open the neural core slot on her body.

Whether it was an elite Sangvis Ferri doll or an ordinary droid, the neural core is always sealed within the body. Once a doll's body was destroyed, its neural core usually met the same fate.

It was not uncommon for dolls to malfunction without their neural cores being damaged, but such cases were rare. Even if encountered, damaged neural cores were not salvageable, as data retrieval was impossible.

At least that's how it appeared to her...

The body constructed by Renault appears to be designed for easy removal of the neural core, with even a slot installed for it, complete with a safety latch.

"Does this mean he plans to extract us from these bodies in the future?"

"What's wrong with that? Do you want to be scrapped along with your body after it's damaged?"

After opening the neural core slot, Scarecrow continued working, as there were still two arms left to install.

The two arms, dismantled and modified by Renault, now had an energy delivery channel added inside, ensuring Executioner could use her previous sword properly.

The previous oversized arm of Executioner could indeed transmit energy to the blade, but Renault had no use for this kind of large arm, so it had to be modified for Executioner's combat style.

It wouldn't make sense for Executioner who is a close-combat assault doll to fight like other dolls, steadily wielding a gun.

Executioner would like to be no different from being scrapped. It was also time to teach these dolls how to fight after they ran out of bullets.

Of course, Executioner was unaware of Renault's thoughts. Right now, all she knew was...

She was back in action! Finally rid of the Prowler with the electric pot on its head!

Seeing Executioner moving her arms, Scarecrow pointed to the nearby repair pod. "Stop posing around and get into the pod to put on the skins. Also, remember not to mess around in the ship. At least fifty percent of it was personally assembled by me!"

"What about the other fifty percent?" Executioner asked as she gently pushed open the door of the repair pod.

"That would be the man who gave you a good beating," Scarecrow retorted.

Entering the repair pod and watching the slowly closing door, along with the mechanical arms attaching synthetic skin to her body, Executioner couldn't help but think of Hunter, who was still chasing the AR Team members.

"I wonder what that girl... Oh well, thinking about this is pointless..."

...

"Commander, this section is set up."

"Great, leave it there, I'll take care of the rest." Nodding at M200, Renault held a welding torch in his hand.

This was probably the last part left on the entire ship. Once the pipelines here were finished, the entire ship would be completely assembled.

There was no need for a test flight; Renault was confident that the ship would fly.

All the necessary equipment had already been transferred to the ship's cabin. The first thing to do next was to move in.

Although this factory area was quiet, staying here for too long would hardly bring in any commissions. While he still had plenty of money on hand, sitting idly was not a good choice.

Speaking of commissions, Renault thought of that woman, Angelia.

That unreliable agent who had promised to introduce him to some work before only did so twice, and they were both low-paying jobs.

Even babysitting for Griffin... no, babysitting new recruits would be more profitable than the two jobs Angelia gave him.

One could say he had overestimated Angelia's ability to bring in good commissions. Angelia didn't seem like someone wealthy enough to hire him.

The same went for Helian. Helping out with Griffin's new recruits was just a side task. The commission they received at the time was clearly not in Griffin's interest.

It was probably Helian deliberately pulling strings for Griffin.

Once or twice was fine, after all, Helian was Griffin's proxy and had some authority. But more than that, Griffin was too busy fighting Sangvis Ferri to bother with other commissions.

If Griffin hadn't signed that agreement, they would have moved all the dolls to the front lines long ago.

Using Griffin, a private security contractor, as a vanguard against Sangvis Ferri was too difficult for those tactical dolls modified from civilian use.

Although Sangvis Ferri's droids' performance wasn't extraordinary, it could be considered weak in some sense, but Sangvis Ferri had more than just light weaponry like Griffin did.

Those Manticores that had just been scrapped were also products of Sangvis Ferri. Renault didn't believe there weren't any remaining military-grade droids units in Sangvis Ferri's warehouses.

And since the Sangvis's Mainframe had already taken control of all of Sangvis Ferri's dolls and factories, building those armored units would be a piece of cake for them as long as they had the materials.

However, there was probably no opportunity for him to make money from the fights between Griffin and Sangvis Ferri.

All those areas were under Griffin's jurisdiction, so how could they outsource work to an outsider like him?

"M200, how have you been lately?" As Renault focused on welding, M200 who was still nearby teceived a phone call.

Huh? Mrs. Graven?

Hearing the voice, Renault glanced over and saw M200 talking happily with someone. M200 was usually quiet, so it was rare to see her smiling so brightly.

"Oh, Renault, are you there? I heard you moved shortly after we left. Where did you move to? Are you on a ship or on a mission?" Mrs. Graven asked with some curiosity, looking at the repair bay behind M200.

"No, we're not on a mission. This is actually a ship built by Commander Renault, and he's right here, next to me," M200 replied, glancing at Renault.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Graven."