Chapter 330: Electric Rice Cooker

"What do you mean? Saying farewell in the form of a question? I quite like Scarecrow. Well, it's too late now; she's gone. But at least I've discovered the whereabouts of the M4A1... It's rather unpleasant."

Reflecting on Scarecrow's earlier strange tone, Executioner angrily strode in the direction indicated by the coordinates sent by the Scarecrow.

Meanwhile, as Executioner located the M4A1 and began the search operation, Renault smoothly returned to his own factory area.

"Damn, this helicopter probably can't hold out much longer. Commander, are we simply going to abandon this helicopter like this? It seems a bit wasteful, doesn't it?"

This was the best helicopter they had obtained recently, if one didn't consider its payload capacity.

Looking at the helicopter, which had almost no visible damage but had started to leak oil, Simonov couldn't help but feel regretful.

Abandon it?

"It's impossible to abandon it. The main structure of the fuselage is still intact. I'll just need to find some time to replace the engine, no big deal. Let's not use it for now; we have other options anyway."

Watching Simonov and the others pushing the helicopter into the hangar with a bitter expression, Renault took out the Scarecrow's neural core core from his waist bag and held it in his hand, weighing it.

This size was almost the same as the neural core cores of UMP40 and UMP45, which were originally part of Scarecrow's base body. They should be of the same level; no wonder Scarecrow was the lowest-ranked among the SF Elite.

And could it be that the original bodies of UMP40 and 45 were backup bodies for Scarecrow?

"Commander, where did you pick up another neural core from? Whose is it? Do we know them?" Seeing Renault holding a familiar-looking neural core and entering the dormitory building, MDR, who looked somewhat disheveled, was the first to come up.

Her phone was already in hand, ready to start recording as soon as Renault mentioned knowing someone; she would definitely make Renault pose for a few shots.

Of course, even if Renault didn't know the person, it didn't matter. Documenting embarrassing moments like this was most interesting when the person involved knew about it but couldn't do anything about it!

"Know..."

Click!

"Come on, Commander, change your pose and let me take a few more shots! You're really weighing it a lot! Let me shoot a video!"

Completely disregarding the fact that she had just been disciplined by a group of dolls for recording embarrassing moments, MDR who had an excited face, held up her phone.

Renault naturally wouldn't refuse. In order to bring back Scarecrow, he had wasted a helicopter and a whole tank of aviation fuel. The losses were considerable.

However, the aircraft was extorted from the military, and the aviation fuel was free, obtained from the abandoned airfield to the north of the factory area.

However, MDR soon slipped away because other dolls had arrived. If she were seen filming this unknown doll's embarrassing moment here, those guys might come back for another round.

"Renault, whose neural core did you pick up this time?" Seeing Renault holding a familiar-looking neural core, Maria asked curiously.

"It's from that Scarecrow fellow. She was just surrounded and intercepted by Griffin's doll squad. In the end, she self-destructed, but I managed to retrieve her neural core. Do you have any spare Dinergates over there?"

Renault didn't make spare bodies for the dolls, as their original bodies were very sturdy and could last for decades or even centuries without damage. Plus, with limited materials before, Renault didn't think about making spare bodies for them.

But now it seemed that making spare bodies had to be put on the agenda. Even if their own dolls didn't need them, it would be good to have them for unlucky fellows like Scarecrow.

"We don't have any left. You taught Jaeger how to repair Dinergates before, and she fixed all the damaged ones in the factory area. Now we have over fifty Dinergates at home."

"Meow!" Just as Maria was speaking, the long-haired calico cat which had been bristling, chased after a few Dinergates from under the feet of the crowd.

"Okay, what about the Prowlers? There should be some vacant for them, right?"

Compared to the Dinergates used for reconnaissance purposes, the Prowlers were not well-received in the SF Factory. Besides being able to serve as makeshift roadblocks, these autonomous units with weak firepower and limited mobility were rarely needed.

In the past, when the SF Factory still had legitimate business, these Prowlers could indeed play many roles. However, now that the Sangvis Ferri Mainframe had started to lead a nomadic life, these units with insufficient mobility and flexibility had been swept into the dustbin of history.

The key point was that the shells of these Prowlers did not contain autonomous cores, but rather neural core chips of the same level as the Dinergates.

However, unlike the Dinergates, which were originally designed for civilian markets and were modified from pet robot dogs, the Prowlers did not have as agile interactive responses as the Dinergates. SF's work also left only ordinary robot commands in the chips of the Prowlers.

Therefore, there was obviously no problem in putting the neural core of Scarecrow into a Prowler. The only problem was that there didn't seem to be enough space in the body of the Prowler to accommodate a neural core core the size of a fist.

A large part of the central mechanism, which looked like an electric rice cooker, was occupied by motors and energy cores.

The only place that could be allocated to the neural core core was the battery compartment freed up after removing the weapons.

However, it was obvious that the battery compartment was too small to accommodate a neural core of an SF Elite doll.

"We do have some, but the shells are damaged. Apart from the motors and energy cores, there doesn't seem to be enough space to fit such a large neural core, right?"

"It's alright, a little modification will do. Bring it over for me."

"No problem!" Upon hearing Renault's instructions, Maria ran out to get the Prowler's shell.

Meanwhile, Renault took the neural core and went to the workshop. Besides making a new body for the Scarecrow, he also needed to replace her neural core and delete the root protocols that restricted her actions.

The pre-made body, replacement neural core, and the subsequent processes were all familiar to Renault. During the time waiting for the body to be completed, he could only let the Scarecrow stay in the Prowler's shell.

When Scarecrow's consciousness awakened again, she was completely dumbfounded, because what she saw was not an excellent body, nor was it a cheap product...

But a white and orange electric rice cooker with a camera installed in the middle...