Transmigrator Commander of Girls Frontline must not be a Reckless man

"Purchase? I don't have the funds for purchases. These are all scavenged finds. Don't misunderstand when Helian contacts you later. These are all scrapped dolls with no recycling value for Griffin."

With that, Renault reached out and directly lifted M1911. He disliked the environment within Griffin's stronghold. Once the front door opened, it wouldn't be easy to defend. Additionally, their evacuation would be by helicopter soon. This stronghold offered no landing zones, but the open space in the adjacent mayor's mansion courtyard provided a suitable location.

"I'm not scrapped yet!" The doll sprawled on the motorcycle seat yelled indignantly upon hearing Renault's words.

"Huh? Then stand up and take two steps. Go ahead, take two steps."

The silence hadn't lasted long before this guy couldn't resist. As expected, refraining from speaking for even a minute caused discomfort.

Oh, he forgot - this person couldn't feel anything in their body.

"Um, Simonov? And BM59? M1 Garand? Mr. Renault, aren't they from the previous commander's squad?"

"Ah, that unfortunate soul is already deceased, so I picked up these scrapped dolls. Griffin would hold no regard for ordinary dolls like yourselves anyway."

"Uh..."

Those words stung – deeply hurtful to human forms. Weren't all their physical bodies constructed from inexpensive, self-disciplined humanoid models? There was no need to be so blunt about it, right?

Furthermore, Ms. M1 Garand's body was a superior version to theirs, so it shouldn't be...

A cheap model retailed at 50,000 rubles. With the addition of a fire control core and imprinted weapon, the modification cost only came around 50,000 rubles. The total price was less than 100,000 rubles.

Although M1 Garand's body was an upgraded version, its specific price wouldn't exceed 100,000 rubles either.

And that was still the retail price. How much did it actually cost them? It was likely less than half the retail price.

While Griffin did offer wages to the dolls, most of it came in the form of exchange coupons. If the dolls desired to purchase things, they'd most likely do so through Griffin's logistics department.

The main issue was that most dolls didn't have holidays.

Even if the exchange coupons could be traded for money, who could use that money to buy anything?

Dolls stationed in the Green Zone might have the chance to spend money during missions or patrols, but those like them in the Red Zone or bordering areas couldn't make purchases without going through Griffin's logistics department. Who could find shops in wastelands?

Wandering around wouldn't guarantee spending money – you'd be lucky to avoid getting kidnapped, dismantled, and sold for parts.

After moving M1911 and several "dead" dolls to the hall of the mayor's mansion, Renault returned and retrieved Griffin's communicator. This device was also battery-powered. One could move it and connect it to a power supply for operation. The "fool mode" prevented commanders who hadn't received proper training from struggling with using a communicator.

Everything had been relocated, and Renault didn't intend to be idle. Round-trip travel only took over half an hour. There were still at least two hours before the helicopter evacuation. If he worked quickly, it would be enough time to repair M1911.

Well, it should be enough to assemble two Dinegrates and put the unfortunate Nagant Revolver and P38 into them.

"Mr. Renault, are those... SF Doll parts?" M1911 watched in surprise as Renault placed a large number of parts and tools beside him one by one. Was he still planning on manually repairing the Dolls?

"Ah, yes. The quality of these parts is significantly better than the ones you originally had. At least they won't break after a tap from a shuttle."

"Uh, then... okay then." M1911's face suddenly flushed red while looking at the two dark alloy skeletal parts reaching up to the thighs.

"Why are you blushing so much? Embarrassed? Or is your hydraulic fluid line blocked?"

Renault was surprised. He hadn't shown any such reaction after being picked up several times before, so why the blush now after receiving a part?

"Hey! Please be considerate of our doll's girlishness, please!" Before M1911 could muster the courage to speak, Simonov started whining again, as if the person lying on the table like a dead body wasn't themself.

"Huh? Seeing you're so enthusiastic, how about I help you replace your broken arm first?"

"Huh? Okay! Okay! M1911 is embarrassed, let her calm down first! I'll go first! As long as my hands and feet are intact! No matter how many enemies come over, I can beat them to a pulp..."

Snap!

"Be honest! Lie down!"

Fifteen minutes later

Clang.

Renault put down his wrench with a satisfied nod.

"Okay, it's done." With that, he grabbed a cloth and wiped his oil-covered hands, then set his sights on M1911.

"Okay!" Upon hearing Renault's words, Simonov immediately shouted and subconsciously tried to use their new body to stand up.

However, something seemed terribly wrong. As Simonov attempted to use both hands to hold their upper body upright, they felt the parts on their palms suddenly slip! Their entire body slammed back onto the table with a loud "Thud!"

"Pu! Pu!"

M1911, who had just finished being modified by Renault, couldn't hold back any longer and burst into muffled laughter, covering their mouth.

Even BM59, who could only move her eyes, couldn't help but squint and purse her lips after catching a glimpse of Simonov's current state. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill.

M1 Garand, with only one functioning eye, didn't understand at first.

It wasn't until she saw Simonov flailing their pair of parts that could barely be considered "hands" that she realized what Renault had done to Simonov.

Her half-closed eyes squeezed shut tightly, tears streaming down her face. This time, however, they weren't tears of sadness, but of uncontrollable laughter. Although her facial control system malfunctioned, genuine laughter wracked her body.

"This! What the hell is this! Where are my hands!? Hey! What's so funny! This is scary!"

Simonov cried out, their two wheeled "arms" flailing helplessly in the air.

"Oh, I don't have any spare hands right now. This is the only thing I had on hand. Please understand." Renault replied nonchalantly, not even turning around.

He had already begun using pliers to remove the useless parts of M1911 above the knee, preparing to attach the Ripper's leg parts.

"How can I possibly understand this! I still can't move!? And how on earth did you connect the wheels of a Prowler to my body!?"

"Pfft hahaha!" M1911 couldn't help it anymore and erupted in laughter, clutching their stomach.

"Simonov! Transform! Prowler Form!"