Girls Frontline's Traverser Commander Can't Be a Brash

"Huh? So the previous commander had a good relationship with you Iron Blood?"

"Well, it's okay, but the dolls in his family often help purchase some living supplies, and occasionally go to him for a meal, but it's just me and the scarecrow, and the other iron-blooded elite dolls don't get along very well. They met."

Maria, ever since she knew that UMP40's mental template was exactly the same as Sangvis Doll's, she lost all defenses when she said this. It was almost UMP40's question and answer, and she poured out all the information she knew in a few words.

The two of them chatted a few words, and then started fiddling in the mental space a little bored. Renault also said before that the two of them can change the situation in the mental space at will, as long as they don't play too much, blowing up the computer Just do it.

Of course, it’s okay even if it explodes. There are still a lot of computers in this factory. Although most of them are old products a few years ago, they are still much better than this laptop.

The two human-shaped minds were in this mental space, with a stick and a hammer, and it didn't take long to pack this mental space into a shape they were familiar with. Half of it was the dormitory built by Maria in Iron and Blood, and the other half was the dormitory. The dormitory where UMP40 lived in Griffin...

Well, how should I put it, I probably really wanted to go together, anyway, the dormitory that these two unlucky bastards packed up doesn't look very good.

It's not even as good as the place G36 and the others just cleaned up yesterday.

"Are you sure Sangvis and Griffin aren't abusing the dorms?" Lei Nuo, who had squinted for two or three hours, got up to eat something and came back, saw the two small and pitiful dormitories on the screen at a glance.

Maria's side is okay, at least there are some souvenirs and snack boxes bought by Renault in the room.

But the UMP40 is a bit miserable, the bed in the ultimate minimalist style-the iron bed has no mattress.

Top-of-the-line decoration, the iron walls don't even have wallpaper.

Coupled with the door that looks like it is made of iron plates, how does this look like a dormitory?It is clearly a prison!

If those cardboard boxes and ammo boxes count as furniture...

"Um, it's probably just because I'm a newcomer and I'm not very good at fighting, hehehe." UMP40 scratched his head in embarrassment, obviously not dissatisfied with it.

Renault rolled his eyes, "At least give yourself a decent place to live. I'm afraid you'll all be staying here for a few days, at least until I get a new mental core."

"Um, are we going to back up our data and install it on a new body?" Hearing what Renault said, UMP40's eyes lit up. In that case, wouldn't she be able to 'resurrect'!

"It's not a backup, it's a migration of mental data."

PS: I am trash. . .Gaga went on the third day. . .

Chapter 160 Want to have all of them?

"Commander, the situation of the saboteur seems to be a little different from usual." After Renault walked away from the camera of the laptop, BM59 lowered his voice and whispered to him.

It seems that the destroyer seems to be smarter than usual, and a lot more well-behaved. Is it possible that his personality will change so much just because he is with UMP40? BM59 always thinks it is impossible.

"Well, I know that her central core is damaged, which slightly shields some blocks that may cause mental collapse. The same is true for UMP40. Her mental core is almost burnt to glass, and some data damage on the outer surface is inevitable. .”

"Um, that is to say, both of them are in an abnormal state now? But... they don't seem to have any problems?" BM59 scratched his head, although the saboteur looked a little different from usual, and claimed to be Mary Ya, but it doesn't look as crazy as those human figures with damaged mental cores.

It's not that she has never seen a doll with a damaged mental core. MDR will occasionally share with them some videos and pictures she saw on the anonymous version.

Those dolls whose mental core was damaged, except for those who stopped completely on the spot, most of them became crazy, and their behavior was beyond description. To say they were crazy would already overestimate them.

"That's not just right. If they are crazy, I have to find a way to sort out their thinking circuits. It's easy to do now."

After moving the materials used to make the mental core out of the box, Renault roughly estimated that the amount of these materials is quite a lot, more than enough to make new mental cores for these dolls of his own.

After all, the mental core of my own doll, even the mental core of MDR, a high-level doll, doesn't have much capacity.

In fact, the mental core of these advanced humanoids like MDR is not fundamentally different from the tactical humanoid transformed from the self-disciplined humanoid Nagant Revolver.

The diameter of the central core is only the size of a bottle cap, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is pitifully small.

The reason why it is the size of a fist is that the complicated additional modules outside take up the bulk.

Comparing it with the Iron-Blooded Destroyer and the core of the UMP40 that was picked up now, it is simply a world of difference. The mental core of the two of them is the size of a fist alone!

Jagged Works really deserves to be a military enterprise, it is honest enough, and it is really a lot of material to make dolls, and only IOP, a company that is so subtle, can limit the mental core of dolls to such a tiny bit.

Of course, this may also be related to the different ways of mental formation used by the two parties, but in short, it is the dolls on the IOP side, and there is still a lot of room for expansion.

It’s no wonder that most of the dolls on the IOP can only use their own etching weapons. With such a central core the size of a bottle cap, how much can you store?Advanced T-Dolls may have more, but where can they go?

The bottle is right there, and the amount of water it can hold has long been fixed. If each of these dolls can evolve by itself, then why do we need humans?

"Commander, what are you thinking about?" Seeing Renault sitting in front of the workbench and starting to write and draw, Simonov, who had a headache from reading, pulled BM59 out of the workroom and asked in a low voice.

"It is said that it is going to recreate a mental core for the saboteur and UMP40. Their original cores seem to have been damaged." BM59 is also a little confused, but feels that his commander seems to be getting more and more capable, self-made doll That's all for the plain body, but now even the mental core has to be DIY.

"Recreate the mental core?" Simonov muttered suspiciously, and then tapped his palm directly.

Snapped!

"That's right! Why didn't I think of that! We are in human form! Why do we have to go to the books with so much effort! Just ask the commander to find some information and instill it into the core of the mind! Commander! Commander!"

Thinking of this, Simonov rushed in excitedly and expressed his thoughts.

It's a pity that only Lei Nuo looked at him like a fool in exchange.

"Do you think this is possible? This is the unique secret of IOP. Do you think I didn't expect to find those things on the black market network?"

Of course there is information on wine making, and there are a lot of them, including all kinds of unique wine making technology and recipes.

It's a pity that those are just materials, even if it is really instilled into the mental core of the human form, it is nothing more than an extra book that does not need to be opened by oneself.

It is simply impossible for a human doll to master these technologies and instantly become a master brewer or breeder.

The IOP just pointed at this hand to eat, how could it be possible to leak such important data?

The mental cloud map that can back up tactical humanoid combat data has only just been developed for a few years. Of course, it has not been used for this technology, or it has just been developed, so I don’t know.

And if these key data that can change the scope of application of the dolls are really obtained by other people, how can IOP do business? If people just find an old doll and directly infuse the data, it will be over?Where else do I need to buy new figures?

"Uh... well... that's true..." Hearing what Renault said, Simonov could only leave in a resentment. Thinking about it carefully, it's not unreasonable for her to keep 'changing jobs' in so many industries of.

Those dolls that can complete the work quickly and well, which ones are not special dolls ordered from IOP, ordinary self-disciplined dolls like her, in those positions that require professionalism, are really not as efficient as those professional dolls.

While Simonov was wobbly thinking about where he could fish, the other dolls were not idle. Although Lei Nuo stayed in the workshop, the specific work had already been arranged.

M1 Garland and the others are cleaning up the factory building. To put it bluntly, they are doing a general cleaning, cleaning up the personal belongings of those former employees, and cleaning up the equipment by the way.

After all, it will be put into use soon.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect that the commander would suddenly think of building a farm by himself, but is it really feasible? Has any of you ever worked on a farm?" Nagan revolved with a mop and followed P38 to drag the ground. .

Hearing Nagan Revolver's words, all the dolls present shook their heads, "Of course not, except for Simonov, it seems that all of us were transformed into tactical dolls as soon as they left the factory."

"But the commander said no problem, most of the work should be automated, right? Aren't many farms automated now?"

"Hey, it's automatic, then there should be no problem. I really don't know how to do things like growing crops."

"But after we have a farm, we don't need to spend money to buy vegetables and food outside, but...how about eating meat?"

"That must be... a farm?"

Chapter 160: Getting Ready

"I told you the location of that guy more than half a month ago! Why haven't I done it yet!?"

"Yes, you just mentioned the location! Why didn't you say that the place is still a heavily polluted area! Is it full of garbage in your head!?"

"It's been so many years..."

"It's been so many years! That damn place is still a polluted area! Next to it is a factory made by Sangvis Workers! If you have the ability to find someone else to take over the job! I frankly raised my hands in favor on the spot!"

If it weren't for the fact that you can't buy protective clothing at all!Does he still use this old face of sitting here and facing his employer! ?

"You!?" Hearing the unceremonious words of the mercenary in front of him, the middle-aged man wrinkled his old face and pointed at him so angry that he was speechless.

"What are you!? Either add more money! Or get protective equipment! Otherwise, just wait! I really thought that with such a small amount of money, I could become a master!" 200 million rubles, plus 15 black market credits.

Under normal circumstances, if you enter a low-risk area and bring back the equipment in this guy's factory, this price is indeed a reasonable price including the transportation cost.

But the key point is that it is a low-risk area, that is, the yellow zone, or the location close to the green zone in the yellow zone.

Once it is too close to the red zone, then this is not the price!joke!Not all mercenaries are desperate to do business, okay?Even with adequate protective equipment, the risk of entering the red zone is still ridiculously high.

Just those infected who can withstand the attack of light weapons are enough for these poorly equipped mercenaries to drink a pot.

Coupled with the need to move large industrial equipment in the red zone, this is completely different from what the old man described!It's simply a bad job with your head hanging on your trouser waist!

To be honest, he is just waiting for the old man to increase the price, otherwise he will drag it to the black market to cancel this commission. Anyway, if the money is not in place, he will never go into this muddy water!

The middle-aged employer on the opposite side saw this guy with a stiff neck and a haughty look like I won't move until you take the money, he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

However, when the two of them stared at each other and were awkwardly in place for a while, the closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the mercenary leader who was sitting on the chair jumped up from the chair.

The five fingers pulled out the pistol from his waist like a poisonous snake, and directly pressed it on the forehead of the visitor!

"Yes, there is something, but it's a pity that the eyes are not very good." The man who entered the room was wearing a training uniform, holding a box in one hand, and holding a pistol in the other hand. The mouth pointed directly at the heart of the mercenary leader.

Of course, these are not the most terrible things. What really frightened the mercenary leader was the line of subordinates outside the door, all of whom had been knocked unconscious!And those armed men standing in front of them with guns, ready to pull the trigger to kill them!

"You bastard playing with me!?" Seeing this situation, the mercenary leader immediately raised his hand, drew another pistol from his waist, pointed at the middle-aged employer in the room and shouted!

"No! No!? It's not me!? I don't know them at all!?" Seeing the gun pointed at him, the middle-aged employer waved his hands in panic, and leaned tremblingly against the table in the room.

"This is your fault, Mr. Wilson, we just contacted not long ago, have you forgotten?" The man carrying the box directly called out the name of the middle-aged employer, causing the other party to stare blankly. Big, cold sweat can't help but come out all over his head.

"What do you mean? Who are you? What do you want to do?" These guys didn't kill any of their subordinates, they just knocked them unconscious and controlled them, and they seemed to have contacted their employers...

"A broker in the black market?" The mercenary leader stared at him coldly, completely confused about what this man was here for, and when did the broker in the black market become so powerful?Quietly brought down more than 40 of his men!

"You say yes, and to tell you the truth, we are here this time because of the commission you accepted last time."

"Huh? I've never heard of black market cancellations that require a broker to appear in person!"

"Heh, this is the remuneration for the entrustment. The advance payment is 300 million, and there are 700 million after the completion of the work. By the way, there are 50 credit points, protective equipment, and delivery equipment. Just bring it back."

The man smiled and said, put the box in his hand on the table, and opened the buckle directly, and immediately there were stacks of banknotes inside neatly and a communicator appeared in the eyes of the mercenary leader.

"The content of the entrustment remains unchanged?"

"Yes."

Seeing the determined tone of the man in front of him, the mercenary leader looked suspiciously at Wilson who had shrunk to the corner of the wall, not daring to move.

Hey.

However, before he turned his head, he heard a soft crisp sound!Wilson's head was punctured directly under his nose!