Chapter 217: Let's See How You Dance!

Update; All chapter updates are Monday, Wend, Fri for the meantime.

Got my files sent to the shadow realm and I'm trying to recover stuff. I'd be two weeks before returning to the usual update schedule.

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"Go on, patch up those holes on your body." Renault nudged UMP40 in the direction of the workshop.

This girl was worried because her electronic warfare equipment got damaged.

"Commander... you..."

"Enough, don't worry about it. It's just electronic warfare equipment. Instead of worrying that I'll blame you, think about how to calm this guy down."

Renault rolled his eyes and glanced at UMP45, who was continuously banging her head against his shins.

UMP40 only got a few scratches because she wasn't paying attention, so why was she so annoyed?

"It's definitely because of you that 40 ran off to do something dangerous! Her entire back is full of bullet holes!?" UMP45 yelled loudly, and UMP9 joined the fun with her.

Eventually, the two Dinergates attacking Renault's legs were picked up by UMP40, who apologized to Renault before running out of the workshop.

"Such a narrow-minded girl." Renault sighed helplessly as she watched UMP45, who was still waving her chopstick-like legs on UMP40's shoulder, "So, what did you want to say standing behind me?"

Turning around, Reno looked at HK416, who had just come out from around the corner, "Why didn't you bring your little girl with you?"

"What! What girl! I'm not Elf's mother! Besides, dolls don't even..." HK416 was shocked by this statement, and her second half of the sentence was choked back by Renault's playful smile.

This guy was clearly just teasing her!

Absolutely outrageous!

Just like when this guy insisted on putting her in the bicycle basket!

"Elf? Is that the name of the little girl?" Reno didn't expect the petite Doll to have a name. After all, his own Dolls had been around for so long, and he never thought about giving them names.

"MP5 and C96 came up with it. We can't just leave her without a name." HK416 seemed calmer now, but what she wanted was not to help G36 in the kitchen with MP5 and C96 every day!

She wanted to regain her identity as a tactical Doll!

She wanted to return to the battlefield!

"So, what's up? Did you come here to talk to me alone?"

"I... I want a fire control core and weapons! I want to become a Tactical Doll again!"

Staring at Renault in front of her with apprehension, HK416 said firmly.

"Well, weapons are no problem, but I don't have a fire control core. Ordering one from the black market is too expensive, and those guys won't deliver to this place. As for the imprinting system, I won't install that for you. It's not very useful."

In essence, it was just a transitional product created to compensate for the fact that Dolls were not familiar with the performance of weapons when they first acquired them, resulting in low accuracy.

The only difference between a tactical Doll and a real living soldier was probably that the former could go into battle right out of the factory, without training or cultivation, and even if destroyed, could be remade in minutes.

Even without a weapon imprinting system, as long as they held a non-imprint weapon for a long time, wouldn't they still be able to aim accurately?

Dolls wouldn't tremble due to arm muscle memory during combat, nor would they have the gun barrel swaying issue caused by breathing frequency when shooting.

Like Simonov, even if she didn't have her original imprint weapon in her hand, just an ordinary SKS, wouldn't she still be able to aim accurately? That guy can even handle an AK15 now.

Although Dolls didn't have muscle memory, they only needed to record the data of their accurate shooting in their neural core, and they would never miss the next time.

Hearing Renault's words, HK416 couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Without a fire control core, could she still be considered one of IOP's elite tactical Dolls?

"Alright, stop standing there foolishly. I've fixed your gun, although the imprinting system is gone, it's still usable. Practice with it every day once you get the gun. I don't have anything else here, but there are plenty of bullets."

They just robbed tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition from that gang's base, which was more than enough for HK416 to practice with.

Saying that, Renault led HK416 straight to the workshop.

However, as soon as he opened the door, a small dark figure pounced on him!

"What are you doing! What do you want to do while 40 is being repaired!? Do you not want your nose anymore!?"

UMP45's voice approached, and before Renault could react, the camera lens of the Dinergate had already collided with his nose!

Crack!

"Huh!?" Hearing this crisp sound, HK416, who was following behind Renault, was also startled.

Was this guy's nose broken!?

"Ouch! That really hurts... What are you... huh!"

Renault rolled his eyes and rubbed his nose as he realized what UMP45 was trying to do.

Trying to break his nose? That was too naive. His bones were not so easily broken!

A 300-kilogram Doll might have been close, but you, a 2-3-kilogram Dinergate, want to break his bones?

"Ah!? My camera! My lens is cracked!? 9! Where are you! Come and help me!"

Perhaps seeing that UMP40 was injured causing her to lose her intelligence, or perhaps being influenced by the relaxed atmosphere on Renault's side, UMP45's behavior...

She seemed to be getting closer to MDR and C96's fusion, becoming more and more erratic!

Hmm, she needed to be straightened out.

Bending down, Renault pinched UMP45 up and walked straight to the workbench, taking the gun that HK416 had brought over from the side and handing it to HK416.

"Here you go, go ask M1 Garand for bullets. If you want a place to practice, ask M200 or BM59. They often practice together."

With that said, Renault took out tools from the drawer, intending to repair UMP45. Of course, to let this guy understand the consequences of offending a repairman, he decided to make a small modification to UMP45.

"What are you doing!? What are you doing to my legs!? Are you going to break my legs!? First, fix my lens!"

Feeling Renault expertly removing a few of the Dinergate's chopstick legs, UMP45 was now starting to panic a bit.

Just now, she was too focused on being angry and completely forgot that she was a powerless Dinergate!

"Don't worry, I'll fix it for you, but I don't have replacement parts for Dinergates at the moment, so I'll have to inconvenience you temporarily. I'll put something good on you instead. This is the treasure brought back by Nagant Revolver. Don't tell her I dismantled some of her collection."

As he spoke, Renault's hands were busy, skillfully installing what he called "good stuff" on UMP45!

The external camera salvaged, plus the oversized toy car tires, fitted perfectly on the Dinergate!

She was like a Toy car right now!