Chapter 138: Don't Raise Flags Carelessly

Repairing the bodies for NZ75 and her companions didn't take too much time, probably because he ate and rested for quite a bit, so now Renault's work speed was more than twice as fast as before.

This made NZ75 and the others who were watching on the sidelines feel ashamed, questioning themselves in their minds whether they were really human-shaped after all.

After all, compared to Renault, they felt more like 'human' commanders than Renault did.

Early the next morning, a group of dolls, along with MP40 and C96, who had just exchanged their new bodies yesterday, began to adapt to their new bodies, stepping shallowly and deeply like a group of demons dancing.

As for their original bodies? Most of them had already been disassembled by Renault into parts and stored away as emergency supplies for future use.

However, these parts were unlikely to be used on their own doll bodies. In order to improve the overall structural integrity of the dolls, Renault had already changed most of the internal components, which were basically incompatible with the original parts.

And Renault also had no intention of using Dummy Dolls, not only because he didn't have any more imprinted weapons on hand, but also because he considered the capacity of his own doll's neural cores.

Now just a new body was already causing the normal neural cores of their bodies to exceed their capacity, let alone adding a Dummy Doll...

Not to mention how much combat power would be left, just controlling the Dummy Doll to make the movements they needed was already very difficult.

In the situation where the specifications of the Dummy Dolls and the original Doll bodies' were different, these girls not only needed to allocate some computing power to control the Dummies but also needed to balance the differences in operating modes on both sides.

To put it simply, it was like a computer processor's bottleneck, with so many programs that couldn't be managed simultaneously.

The process of adapting to the new bodies for M200 and the others was much better than G36's initial embarrassment, after all, there were so many 'seniors' watching, and with a group of Dolls teaching them step by step, it also avoided the fate of these dolls smashing holes in the repair pod.

After the group of T-Dolls adapted to their respective bodies, Renault was not in a hurry to find work; after all, there were no commissions that he was interested in at the moment.

Compared to when he first arrived in this city and could get things done as long as he had money, Renault's vision was obviously much higher now. He didn't want to take on commissions with too low rewards now. Of course, some small favors that his own Dolls were willing to help with didn't matter.

After all, just moving around in the city didn't consume much energy at all, and Renault didn't think about collecting money from others' doorsteps for such trivial matters.

And if the dolls were willing to help voluntarily, it was probably because those people usually took care of their own dolls well, so returning favors was also a normal phenomenon.

However, with eight more T-Dolls suddenly appearing at home, the various expenses at home suddenly doubled, mainly due to the purchase of food and daily necessities, especially RFB. This guy would go to the second-hand market to exchange various new and old games every now and then.

Apart from RFB, who was a headache for being a gamer, P90 was also a weirdo. This girl actually liked old clothes from the second-hand market! And she was keen on makeup techniques too!

The washing machine at home was busy all day long. Since P90 came, several washing machines at home had already been destroyed, and the cosmetics she bought, each one of them was of luxury prices, piled up in the room in a mess.

Other than that, the other T-Dolls were relatively normal. The most worry-free one was M200, this little cutie was obedient, and occasionally she would go shooting training with BM59.

Although it would consume some ammunition, wasn't it normal for tactical dolls to consume ammunition? Like RFB, who rarely touched guns at home, if she didn't touch them for a while, mushrooms would grow in the barrel, now that was what was abnormal!

"Commander, why do I feel a sense of deja vu? It seems like we just recovered from this vacation state before the last mission... But seems like we didn't recover at all, we just returned back to the vacation state after taking on a commission."

After two months of idleness, G36 suddenly came to her senses, looking at Renault who was sitting in front of the workbench and asked what he was playing with.

"Ah, it's normal, isn't this line of work always like this? We don't open for three years, and then we eat for three years, right? Don't worry too much. The funds from the last commission are still plentiful." Renault looked at the screen, frowning and scratching his chin, calculating how much material would be needed to transform a suitable-sized transport vehicle.

"Commander, this sounds like a description of the old antique industry decades ago, right? The problem now is that our agency can't get any 'ordinary' commissions at all!" G36 said with a headache, seemingly she had said this kind of thing for the second time already, hadn't she?

Although Renault was not idle now, not being able to get commissions still made her feel a sense of crisis, after all, after changing bodies, their bodies needed more power, and if one day their commander's money ran out, they would have nowhere to recharge, wouldn't they shut down on the spot?

"Huh? Don't say that so casually. Often when you say that, the next second a truly 'unusual' commission will come knocking on the door." Waving his finger at G36, Renault said so.

He originally wanted to solve the endurance problem of the dolls and power exoskeletons during this time.

Unfortunately, the black market also had its limits, and some scarce materials he needed were not circulating on the black market at all, and even if they were, they were ten thousand miles away. Those sellers had no way to transport the goods over here.

"Don't joke around, please take it seriously, Commander, this is an important issue that determines whether we can continue to operate in the future." G36 and M1 Garand, who was showing the same worried expression not far away, glanced at each other. They could only shook their heads helplessly, why couldn't their commander pay a little more attention to this aspect?

Just as G36 finished speaking, the Griffin communicator, which had been placed aside and idle, suddenly rang.

Hearing this sound, both M1 Garand and G36's eyes lit up, and they walked over with some excitement.

The Griffin communicator was never active at ordinary times, and when it was, what else could it be besides a commission!?

Griffin = Commission!

This was almost like an iron law in the cognition of G36 and M1 Garand.

Sure enough, appearing in the holographic the image they was still the stinking face of Helianthus, but at this moment, although this guy still looked expressionless, both G36 and M1 Garand felt that this person's 'Rage Bar' was already high...

"Renault, I have news about the large industrial equipment you asked me to pay attention to before, but that thing is now in the Red Zone, and you need to transport it yourselves. Moreover, this is not free, the other party requires you to pay a transfer fee."