Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 880 880: 624 Mecha Quick Repair

The trickiest part about sowing discord is that, with enough people, there's always an idiot among them.

The Psychic Energy Canopy is no ordinary ans. The Peak Alliance has paid such a hefty price to seal off the entire cosmic space around Freeport, so they most certainly won't let word of what they're doing here get out.

Let alone the fact that the item in my possession is a treasure even those sons of the Galactic Empire would covet. Even the slightest risk would never be tolerated when it cos to the information about it leaking out.

If the news does get out, the Peak Alliance would have to worry about the old adage: "A man's wealth becos his own undoing."

If they succeed, no one here will survive!

Yet not everyone fully understands this logic. So, even if they do know, may still not be willing to take the fight head-on.

Even when there's a sliver of a chance, they'd rather attempt what looks like an easier option—like coming after .

Now, they're not only faced with the ever-imminent readiness of the Psychic Energy Canopy assault base, but also with interference and hindrance from other factions within Freeport.

The Star Alliance operative was drenched in sweat. "I want it done faster too! Is the chanic they called here yet? I can't handle such a massive cha on my own!"

Having arrived ahead of ti, all he could do was gradually eliminate so fundantal malfunctions. Without proper docking support, completing a thorough diagnostic was incredibly hard to manage.

Catherine's delicate ears twitched slightly as she caught the sound of nurous chaotic footsteps coming from afar.

Amidst the chaos, there was a faint sense of order. It didn't sound like those insurgents; in fact, even if they wanted to act, they couldn't have assembled sothing of this scale so quickly.

Reinforcents had arrived...

As the heavy steel doors of the artifact warehouse slowly opened, a mixed group of individuals, led by grassroots Freeport staff, entered the warehouse.

A cacophony of loud voices filled the vast, empty interior with a buzzing, incessant noise.

"Where is it? Where's the cha?"

"Ti is short, the mission urgent—let's move quickly, people!"

A dwarf even shoved through the crowd, hoisting an iron hamr high over his head. "I'm a professional! Just back up, that'll do."

Under the swift guidance of the staff, two fixed "battle-damage" relics appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Hey! You up there, you moron! What are you fiddling with inside? We've got working docks—why aren't you using those instead of squeezing yourself in there to do repairs?"

The Star Alliance operative, only a leg still visible outside, flared up at the comnt. He pulled himself out of the machinery and, not knowing who had spoken, pointed at everyone below and snapped, "If the docks were usable, do you think I'd need you guys here? Shut the hell up and get to work! Everyone take a bit of this ss—let's get it fixed together!"

So of the less experienced chanics, hoping the numbers alone could make the work lighter, froze up upon seeing the two rust-covered chas before them.

"How the hell are we supposed to fix this?"

"Feels like everything needs replacing, doesn't it?"

"Honestly, it looks like the whole thing needs scrapping... Maybe we should just build a new one from scratch."

"If we had the parts to build a new one, do you think we'd still be ssing around with this? The officials made it clear—there aren't any replacent parts. Whatever you need, you'll have to salvage it from facilities here in the port. Our job is to get these two relics back on their feet again, no matter what!"

An older man with an air of seasoned composure spoke up in a steady voice, "There's no ti, and talking about this is pointless. Let's first divide up the responsibility. Forgive my bluntness, but if soone's lacking skills, just assist others where you can. When Freeport pulls through this, no one's contribution here will go unnoticed. I'll take care of the cockpit area—those cable connections are the densest. Two apprentices can co help ."

After the elder, more voices took the initiative to assu various critical duties.

Above, the Star Alliance operative didn't forget to remind them, "I've roughly inspected both of these relics. The one I'm working on is in slightly better shape. Let's fix up one first and figure out the other afterward."

"Alright!"

Baron Norwitz, who had been standing to one side, gazing fondly at his two artifacts, pumped his fists enthusiastically. "Careful there! Don't harm my precious babies!"

"They're already so busted, they can hardly get any worse, my lord!"

The scene was abuzz with energy and activity.

Standing with arms crossed, rely observing, Catherine felt a faint flicker of hope ignite in her heart.

No matter how dire the circumstances, as long as those facing it head-on persevered, there was always hope.

However, her expression instantly darkened as a suspicious silhouette caught her peripheral vision. The words of discord she'd overheard earlier resurfaced in her mind—

'Soone's trying to sabotage us?'

Among the crowd of hastily-recruited chanics, a particular figure quietly detached from the group, sneaking toward the untouched cha nearby.

Under Catherine's discreet observation, so as not to alert others, the figure climbed swiftly up the rack holding one of the old relics.

Maintaining her calm exterior, Catherine gradually moved toward the man, closing in from the sidelines.

If this person truly intended to sabotage, she would silently neutralize him herself.

With so many passionate chanics on-site, an incident like this would only dampen their morale—and there was no need to make a big commotion over it.