"Of course, they've been dismantled. Isn't it obvious?" Renault grabbed a chair and sat down. "And as you just saw, those Dinergates running around on the ground are them."
"What!? Dinergates!? You put their neural cores into Dinergates!?"
Can this even work!? How could UMP45 agree to that absurd act!?
"That's highly unlikely, right? UMP45 wouldn't let me replace her body easily," Dier also exclaimed in surprise, recalling when Angelia had first brought UMP45 to him.
UMP45's body that time was already damaged in many places, with one arm almost in a scrapped state and traces of high-temperature heating in her neural core.
Under the circumstances, it would have been more convenient to directly replace her body with a new one, but UMP45 still refused his proposal.
"You can ask her yourself about this matter, but I won't let her go. Until you settle the debt for abruptly shutting down my electricty, don't even think about taking away a single bullet casing from these two T-Dolls," Renault said, lifting the already cooled coffee on the workbench and moistening his throat, tapping the tabletop and squinting at Ange.
She knew it wouldn't be that simple!
This guy! Just because shutting down his the power plant he is connected, he's holding a grudge like this!?
Hearing this, Angelia could clearly see that Renault had no intention of letting them go!
But UMP45 and UMP9 were the only forces she had at hand. If they left, wouldn't she truly become a commander with no real power?
Frowning and biting her lip, Angelia thought for a moment. "Alright, what compensation do you want? Within my authority, of course."
"The location of the remaining unowned resources, or just give me money, both are acceptable." Renault spread his hands, saying so, then turned to look at the door.
G36 knocked on the door, then entered, holding the data Renault had left in the dining room and a tray with a pot of coffee and several cups.
"Renault! Is my body ready? I saw it only needed an hour to finish," Maria jumped onto Renault's knee and asked directly.
Seeing several Dinergates come in with G36, Angelia's eyes lit up.
Didn't Renault just say that UMP45 and UMP9 were stuffed into Dinergates?
But now there were three Dinergates here.
Which two were UMP45 and UMP9? The one talking to Renault just now definitely wasn't them. It didn't sound like them, and UMP45 wouldn't have a good relationship with Renault!
"It's ready. You want to switch now?" Looking back at the two completed bodies, Renault grabbed Maria and placed her on the workbench.
"Yes! Let's do it now! I can't wait anymore! 40! Come here! Our bodies are ready!"
"Oh, coming." Hearing Maria's call, UMP40 subconsciously walked over to Renault.
With UMP40 moving, there were only two Dinergates left in front of Angelia. So the situation became clear all of a sudden.
"45? 9?" Looking at the two Dinergates in front of her, Sier, standing next to Angelia, was the first to speak.
"I didn't expect you to follow us here. Aren't you afraid that Renault will suddenly turn violent and kill you both?" UMP45 sat down on the ground with her chopstick legs spread out, facing the 'high and mighty' Angelia with her camera, speaking casually.
"He won't, at least... not now." Seeing the state of the ant under her feet, UMP45, Angelia rubbed her temples with a headache. "How's the condition of your bodies?"
Without rashly asking Dier to inspect the bodies of UMP45 and UMP9, who had almost caused an uproar just now, Angelia chose to directly ask the T-Dolls themselves, which was a more convenient and intuitive method.
After all, T-Dolls often knew the condition of their own bodies very well.
"The doll bosy functions normally, but all the limbs and neck bones are broken, and the circuits are disconnected. UMP9's condition is worse, with large-scale fractures in the torso's bones, requiring a body replacement," UMP45 said helplessly.
But since Renault had promised to help them make new bodies while eating, she didn't think there was any hopelessness.
Maria and UMP40 next to her were living examples; they had already restored their humanoid forms with only one neural core left. Moreover, their neural cores had been damaged before, and UMP40 even took out her damaged neural core stored by Nagant Revolver to show her.
Compared to Dell, who was like a curious tech freak, UMP45 thought that Renault, the commander of more than twenty T-Dolls, was more reliable. And being away from G&K and Statesec was also beneficial...
Of course, the most important thing was that UMP40 was still here.
"Alright, then after I go back, I'll go find someone to order new bodies from IOP for you two. You can come with me..." However, Angelia obviously didn't expect what UMP45 was thinking. After hearing how severely damaged their bodies were, she immediately wanted to take them back and order new bodies for them.
"No, I'll stay here."
"I'll go wherever Sister 45 goes!" UMP9 also immediately responded, and even jumped up and moved her chopstick legs, as if ready to act immediately if Angelia dared to take away UMP45.
"Why?"
Hearing UMP45 say this, Angelia heart sank. If she lost UMP45, it would be extremely difficult for her to assemble another doll team.
"I have reasons to stay here, and I don't think the performance of the bodies made by IOP can match those made by this guy, Renault," whether it was resistance to electronic warfare or the powerful body performance.
Even the most elite tactical T-Dolls made by IOP were incomparable to the doll bodies made by Renault.
Of course, IOP was the one on the ground. Although IOP's doll bodies were pre-set with more communication protocols, she herself was an electronic warfare specialized doll, and communication protocols were useless to her.
As for the ability to coordinate and mobilize Dummy Dolls, she didn't need it at all. Simply increasing the number of Dolls would only increase the possibility of her own exposure, and the slight computing power provided by puppet support couldn't make up for their lack of flexibility.
IOP wouldn't place too large neural units in dummy T-Dolls. Ensuring the normal operation of dummies was already the limit.
"Del... what are you looking at?" Hearing what UMP45 said, Angelia couldn't think of any rebuttal, so she looked at Dier, who was proficient in humanoid modification technology.
But this guy, at the moment, his eyes were staring in another direction, and he kept muttering some professional terms she couldn't understand.