Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Excessive Force
No matter how vigorously UMP45 swung her fists or kicked, these attacks on Renault were as ineffective as tickles.
Renault paid no heed to these assaults, which posed no threat to him. He calmly adjusted the system parameters with his remaining hand while ignoring UMP45..
Just as UMP45 felt she had exhausted all her options and reached for the imprinted weapon behind her, intending to shoot Renault's arm and create a hole, Renault's task was nearly complete.
Upon turning around, Renault witnessed UMP45 disengaging the weapon's safety.
Observing this, Renault seized UMP45 by her head and hurled her towards the ground!
UMP45's forehead harshly collided with the floor. However, this seemed to ignite UMP45's fighting spirit. Despite being thrown to the ground, she didn't give up. Instead, she raised the imprinted weapon in her hand, intending to shoot Renault in the face with the bullets from the magazine.
Seeing this, Renault didn't hesitate. He raised his foot and stomped on UMP45's left hand holding the gun!
Crunch!
"Ah—!?"
UMP45's cry of pain pierced through the control room, clearly reaching UMP9's ears, stationed outside the building, monitoring Simonov and the others.
"Sis 45!?"
Upon hearing this cry, UMP9 immediately rushed into the building, despite Simonov's presence blocking her way.
However, just as she moved, Simonov and the others, who were previously preoccupied, also acted simultaneously!
Simonov directly kicked UMP9's legs, while P38 picked up her AK15 with the folded stock and aimed it at her.
P90 narrowed her eyes, focusing on the imprinted weapon in UMP9's hand. If she managed to take down this unknown entity, perhaps she could use the imprinted weapon in her hand too.
Let P38 handle the bullets for her. After all, the UMP9 in front of her was using 9mm Para rounds.
But Simonov's swift kick yielded no results. UMP9, with her quick reflexes, jumped into the air before Simonov could act. At the same time, she disengaged the weapon's safety, pointing the muzzle directly at Simonov in front of her.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
A volley of gunfire erupted in the nuclear power plant, which had been calm for over a decade. However, this time, no security personnel rushed to investigate. The autonomous dolls in the buildings completely ignored the gunshots; it wasn't within their scope of work.
Meanwhile, Simonov, who was about to face a bullet shower while sitting on the steps, had already dashed out before UMP9 fired.
She knew these bullets couldn't penetrate her chassis, but her hat could be pierced, her hair broken, and her synthetic skin riddled with holes. The pain would still be transmitted to her core processor, so she wouldn't foolishly stand there and endure the attack.
As Simonov dashed out, P90, who didn't have a weapon, also moved. She caught up to UMP9 from behind and, with a flick of her hand, grabbed UMP9's ankle!
The humanoid chassis, weighing only a few dozen kilograms, felt as light as a feather pillow in P90's hands.
Before UMP9 could react and adjust her aim, P90 had already grabbed her ankle and flung her down the small stairs!
Boom!
Crash!
P90, without controlling her strength, smashed UMP9 to the ground. Simonov, who had jumped to the side, could clearly hear the sound of UMP9's artificial bones breaking inside her body.
"Not bad, It looks like you're getting the hang of it, but next time, control your strength a bit. If it were any heavier, you would've smashed this one to death." Pointing at the severely contorted UMP9, Simonov said helplessly.
"Cough, I was just a little excited. I'll be more careful next time." P90 scratched her head awkwardly.
As UMP9 lay on the ground, though her chassis had broken many bones, she still tried to attack P90 with the weapon in her hand. Unfortunately, her left hand, which held the gun, was already broken, and her fingers didn't respond to the trigger command. Instead, several electric sparks burst from the broken joint, then fell to the ground.
Both her arms were useless, unable to lift, and her fingers were the same, forget about pulling the trigger.
This was it!
Thinking this, UMP9 couldn't help but feel desolate. She didn't expect these three dolls, each one of them, to be so difficult to deal with! They didn't even use their weapons...
It was just brute force...
Coach! They were cheating! None of these T-Dolls were ordinary T-Dolls!?
Just waving their hands could smash the high-level enhancement parts she had bought at a high price into pieces... If they were so strong, why be tactical dolls? Why not just join the military directly!?
Just as UMP9 was feeling hopeless but also extremely worried about UMP45's situation, the door of the building was pushed open.
Renault lifted the dazed UMP45 with one hand and held a communicator he had retrieved from her with the other.
He was considering whether to contact the person behind UMP45. After all, regardless of whether they had intended to target him, his house had a power outage, which was related to that person.
"Commander, is it done?" Seeing Renault coming out with the now motionless UMP45, Simonov wasn't surprised.
"Yeah, it's done. What's left is to go shopping, but we need to think about where to buy. It's definitely not possible to go to the place next to the nuclear power plant." In such a chaotic place, he couldn't keep his hands off. Yet, once he started, he would likely expose a whole lot more.
If he inadvertently alerted the public and scared off all the merchants in the city, what would he do then?
Go door to door?
Ring ring ring!
Just as Renault finished speaking, a cell phone suddenly rang. Hearing the sound, Renault instinctively dropped UMP45 and took out his phone from his pocket.
It was likely MDR calling. The house probably had a power by now.
But upon checking his phone, he found no notifications. No missed calls, no messages.
Then he paid attention again, the ringing was coming from the communicator he had taken from UMP45.
What a coincidence, could this ringing sound also be from a communicator?
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