Throughout the entire building, there were only twenty-four autonomous dolls, with one responsible for every two key areas on average. However, twenty-four autonomous dolls seemed a bit too few for such a large building.
Right now, as Renault made his way from the entrance to the control room, he only encountered one autonomous doll along the way. But that doll was facing away from him squatting on the ground cleaning something, completely unaware of Renault's presence.
Seeing this, Renault had no intention of disturbing the doll's work. He controlled his footsteps, passed by from behind, and entered the control room.
Upon entering, Renault noticed several footprints of different sizes on the floor. Obviously, this control room hadn't been cleaned by any autonomous doll. The dust on the floor had accumulated quite thickly.
There were three different sets of footprints, two of which were smaller, one matching the size of the two dolls Renault had just encountered, and the other matching the man who had deliberately rammed them with his off-road vehicle earlier.
Yes, those two dolls were indeed here to shut down the power line. However, perhaps due to restrictions in their permissions preventing them from targeting high-risk targets, they deliberately sought out that man. Or perhaps that guy was originally the administrator here?
Compared to the casual behavior of those two dolls pulling someone off the street, Renault preferred to believe that the man was the administrator here. After all, a place like the control room, even if a large number of autonomous dolls were activated, It shouldn't be left empty.
Moreover, with no one cleaning and with such a thick layer of dust, weren't they afraid that the equipment in the control room would malfunction due to the accumulated dust?
Although the probability of such an event was very small, it was still... well, why think about it so much? The important thing was to get the job done.
With this in mind, Renault pulled over a chair that someone had wiped clean. He sat down in front of the control panel, and began modifying the data in the control system.
While directly opening their power line from the console's interface would work, it wouldn't withstand scrutiny. Who knew if those two dolls shutting down the power line came on official orders or on someone else's orders?
It was very likely that right after he reopened the power line, someone else would send a few people to shut it down again. In that case, wouldn't he be making a wasted trip?
So, this time, he needed to modify some data in the console to hide the true status of the power line, ensuring that regardless of whether the console here was shut down or not, he would still be able to receive electricity smoothly.
Click.
Just as Renault was focused on altering the console data, the door to the control room opened again, and UMP45, who had sneaked in earlier, appeared at the doorway with her imprinted weapon in hand.
"Whatever you're doing, you better stop," UMP45 frowned, holding up her imprinted weapon and warily eyeing Renault's back.
"Don't make a fuss. I'll be done in a moment. If you're not afraid of damaging the equipment here, and if you're not afraid of your superiors being held accountable by various forces for your actions, then feel free to open fire."
As for whether a submachine gun using .45 ACP could harm him? He hadn't tried it. Who would shoot themselves to test their own defense capabilities?
But probably not. Besides, the other party might not even dare to shoot, unless they could hit him in the back of the head with every shot.
The chairs in the control room were all made of metal, and with the wide backrest, only his legs and the back of his head were exposed.
And whether they shot from below or above, if a bullet missed and ricocheted, causing damage to the equipment in the control room, leading to further shutdown of the entire generator unit, it wouldn't just be her as an autonomous doll who would suffer.
The person who gave her the order, along with the various organizations involved along the way, would all be held accountable.
Upon hearing Renault's words, UMP45 felt a bit stunned.
Oh no, this human wasn't even afraid of her threats!?
Wasn't he supposed to shiver and tremble like that scumbag administrator when a gun was pointed at his head!?
But even so, she wouldn't back down. If this guy succeeded, wouldn't her mission fail!?
Thinking of this, UMP45 directly threw her imprinted weapon behind her and rushed towards Renault!
She swung her fist directly at Renault's back of the head!
This punch! According to the strength of an android, it could definitely knock out an adult male completely!
If unlucky, it might even kill him directly. But UMP45 wasn't a philanthropist, there was no reason for her to be concerned about the safety of this unknown commander now!
Moreover, everything the other party did was clearly against her! She couldn't hold back!
She really couldn't understand what Renault was doing now. If invading the minds of dolls was her expertise, but for electronic devices like this involving specific facilities...
At least, her mind didn't store specific information on how to change the system of a nuclear power plant's generating facilities!
Once the other party succeeded, she wouldn't be able to undo Renault's modifications without seeking help from Angie, would she?
If she rashly caused chaos in the control system here, how would that be any different from directly shooting and spraying bullets into the control panel!?
Bang!
A heavy punch landed directly on the back of Renault's head!
And from the feedback force transmitted from UMP45's hand, she even felt her entire arm starting to numb. In a desperate situation, she had almost exerted her maximum strength, just to knock Renault down with one punch!
"Don't make a fuss."
Feeling something hit the back of his head, Renault rolled his eyes. With this little force, was someone scratching him?
"You!?"
Her full-force punch hadn't even moved Renault's head by a centimeter. Not only that, the other party even had the audacity to scold her... And, don't make a fuss?
Was she just playing around!? No! You, buddy, at least give some feedback! Even if this punch hit a steel plate, there should at least be a sound, right!?
With waves of agitation in her mind, UMP45 didn't stop. Since she couldn't hit his head, she had to grab the guy's arm... With that in mind, UMP45 bypassed the chair, directly pounced on Renault's arm from one side, trying to pull his hands away from the keyboard.
Unfortunately, as soon as she reached out her hand, a big hand preempted her, pressing directly on her face! The entire palm blocked her view, and it even clamped down on her head, simultaneously pressing against her body, making it difficult for her to move any further.
"Be good and wait for me to finish, then you can report that the mission is complete and go back. Anyway, even if those people above you send someone to investigate, they won't find any problems. If you don't talk, and I don't talk, who will know? Everyone wins, right?"