NOVEL NEXT Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Prefer something smaller or larger?
"Eighty thousand rubles a week, does that price sound... okay?"
"Yeah, I guess. But when you think about it, this amount of money isn't really big that much in the first place."
Spending tens of thousands just to rent a small warehouse, he was now worried if the money he had on hand would be enough to sustain himself and so many dolls in the Green Zone.
It's no wonder why Helian was so generous when she agreed initially, but now that he calculated it, the cost of autonomous dolls and tactical dolls became even lower, ranging from tens of thousands to a hundred thousand rubles...
My, oh my, the price of a cell phone could buy you an autonomous doll. Are there any combat units cheaper than this?
After unloading the repair warehouse from the truck, Reno tested the electric switch in the warehouse. "At least this place doesn't have any electricity restrictions."
"Yay! Hurry up! I can't wait to have a drink at the tavern we just passed by!" Simonov controlled her four mechanical legs and spun around in the empty space of the warehouse, then unexpectedly jumped up.
"No way, and when did you learn to jump? I don't recall the quadrupedal system of the Prowler being able to jump."
The mechanical legs of the Prowler seemed unable to support Simonov's erratic behavior.
In just a few moments, two of the mechanical legs broke.
"Oh no!?"
It seems our Miss Simonov is eager to enter the repair pod, but alas...
"BM59, you're up first." Reno spoke, surprising Simonov with his words.
"Huh!? Wait a minute! How come you're not repairing me first when I'm the most severely injured?" Simonov, lying on the ground, found this hard to accept; she couldn't move now!
"Forget it, the most severe injuries are mine and P38's! At least you still have a body!" The Nagant revolver (Dinergate) lying on the ground in the warehouse complained indignantly.
Although some of the parts obtained from the Griffin Base were body parts, obviously they were not enough to assemble a complete doll body. It would probably take a long time for both her and P38 to restore their doll status.
"However, Nagant Revolver, I think the sound system here is pretty good. Can we keep it after restoring our bodies?" P38, standing in front of the repair pod, observed the four brand-name speakers above her head through the glass surface of the repair pod. She quite liked this thing.
"Huh? That's not the point at all!" Seeing the dolls arguing, Reno started the repair cabin.
BM59's injuries weren't severe, and the repair of the biomimetic layer opening only took a few dozen seconds, less than a minute.
Next was M1 Garand, then M1911. Of course, M1911's two Sangvis Ferri-made legs had to be replaced, to be replaced with IOP doll parts, as the SF parts did not have a biomimetic system. He couldn't understand why, even though there were no biomimetic systems, Ironblood still made their dolls look like beautiful girls. Isn't that a waste of resources?
With the experience of replacing M1911's legs last time, Reno found it much easier this time, taking less than five minutes to replace the parts. By the time he finished replacing M1911's parts, M1 Garand had already walked out of the repair pod.
"Hey, M1 Garand, do you think the commander has a problem? When we are being repaired here, the commander doesn't even take a look?" BM59, tying her ponytail while surrounded by the ammo boxes, asked M1 Garand, who had just come out of the repair pod.
"Uh, this? Maybe because the commander is very... Tactful?" M1 Garand also couldn't understand, but isn't this situation quite normal? It's rare for a commander to treat dolls like human women, right?
"Well, maybe because he saw our true faces under the cranial armor, so he lost interest in us?"
"It's unlikely, isn't it? Probably?"
Saying that, M1 Garand poked her head out from behind the ammo box and looked at Reno, who was dismantling Simonov's mechanical legs, his focused look... really...
The repair time for M1911 far exceeded the time BM59 and M1 Garand took, as many of her internal parts needed replacement and repair, especially the digestive system used to convert food into electricity. Fortunately, all of these were auxiliary modules for tactical dolls, and while the time was long, it didn't exceed half an hour, and the repair speed of the nanobots was very reliable.
"Revived! Ahaha!"
While waiting for M1911 to be repaired, Simonov's limbs had already been replaced.
No longer were the dumb, big, black, crude metal quadrupedal structures of the Prowler, but the same hands and feet as before.
As soon as the limbs were installed, Simonov couldn't wait to jump off the table, not even bothering to put on her shoes.
"My legs are finally back! Come on! Let me measure this city with my feet today! Ou... Huh!"
"Don't even think about it, stay inside!" Without waiting for Simonov to run out, Reno grabbed her neck and brought her to the repair cabin, startling M1911 who had just come out of the repair cabin.
"Yikes! Commander! Don't look over here!" M1911 blushed as she immediately covered her vital areas and crouched down.
But Reno didn't look sideways at all, and directly removed the cotton and polyester blend 'armor' from Simonov's body, and threw Simonov inside the repair pod.
"Uh... um, BM59, what did you just say? The commander is very tactful?"
M1 Garand, who had already put on her clothes, saw the whole scene from beginning to end and turned her head to look at BM59 with a somewhat stiff expression.
"Uh, well... maybe... maybe the commander just likes the type of body like Simonov...?" Saying that, BM59 looked down at her chest, seeing straight towards her toes clearly.
At this, M1 Garand glanced at BM59, then looked down at herself...
Well, at least she couldn't see her toes.