"Water Brother, can you take a look? Can this thing still be repaired?" A half-dragon girl with a scaled head pointed to a pile of scrap metal and asked Wang Shui.

Wang Shui pinched the severely metal-fatigued fracture with his fingers and asked very professionally, "What was this pile of stuff originally?"

"Ah! It's the BS433-A3-'Black Sword' Mini Mobile Armor!"

Wang Shui continued to twist his very professional eyebrows and sent out an email, then quickly received a reply.

"Well, the damage is very severe. Repairing it would be expensive. How about considering getting a new one?"

The half-dragon girl looked a bit disappointed and said, "If it's too expensive, forget it. A new mech costs over twenty thousand... Next time we go on a 'Forced Mission' to the Fantasy World. The 'Real World Frontline' is too dangerous for us newcomers who haven't reached the first rank yet."

Wow, your life is bigger than your heart. Isn't it equally dangerous no matter what rank you are there? Wang Shui couldn't help but think sarcastically.

But speaking of it, even though the mobile armor is broken like this, you actually didn't die. You truly have the spirit of a hero, oh no, a dragon hero, um... a dragon heroine!

"As for the repair price, there is still room for negotiation. Do you have 5500 dream points on you? Or if you convert it to silver coins, I can offer a discount of 500 points, for just 5 silver coins."

"5 silver coins! Is this price okay? No wonder you're Water Brother, the best repair master in the newbie area!"

Wang Shui waved his hand, "Alright, alright, add me as a friend. I'll send it to you in a couple of days. If you agree, we'll also sign a repair contract."

The half-dragon girl happily left after signing the contract, and Wang Shui looked at the pile of scrap metal that couldn't be sold at a good price. He pushed it directly into the repair shop to see if he could salvage any undamaged parts.

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Just two or three minutes later, a flat unmanned transport vehicle arrived and requested Wang Shui to sign for delivery.

Wang Shui signed on the screen with the code name 'Half Bottle of Water' as an Awakener, and the vehicle's mechanical arm pushed a medium-sized composite material box to the ground, then swiftly darted out of the complex alleyways.

Opening the box, inside was a set of almost new 'Black Sword' mobile armor.

"Can't be cardified..." Wang Shui muttered to himself as he moved the parts of the mech to the workbench.

Constructed with rigid alloy structure and composite material lining, this close-fitting mini-armor is slightly heavier than traditional steel armor, but the technological gap is like a starship compared to a human.

The kid who tinkers with scrap is getting better and better. He even cleaned it with detergent before sending it over, which saved Wang Shui a lot of trouble.

Feeling flattered, Wang Shui paid the full amount readily this time.

"[Pay 1500 dream points to 'Bloodthirsty Dragon MAX': Transaction contract completed!]"

The text and the mechanical female voice appeared simultaneously. Every time he saw the name 'Garbage Man', Wang Shui felt a strange, annoying feeling.

While the transaction was completed, Wang Shui took out a professional set of mech repair kits and started disassembling.

Energy module, no problem;

Defense module, a bit old but still okay;

Muscle enhancement module, no problem;

Three meters, huh? Why is this thing installed on the mech? Removed.

Sensory system, damaged, replaced with a piece of glass for now.

Combat control module, huh? Where's the fire control????

No wonder it can't be restored to card form. It turns out there's simply no fire control chip left, the whole combat control module is just a shell.

Sighing, Wang Shui returned to his shop, which looked like a garbage dump, and rummaged through the pile of scrap metal from the half-dragon girl.

Her mech is even scarier, the entire combat control module has melted into a lump.

"What a loss~"

Muttering to himself, Wang Shui found a box on the dilapidated shelf bent by various metal junk. Inside were two crystal cards.

Taking out one card, he inserted it into the nearby desktop computer covered with brown-black grease, and retrieved the fire control files of the 'Black Sword' from the messy data, then began to brush the system into the crystal chip card.

This fourth-generation first-rank mech, the old-fashioned fire control and intelligent control systems are integrated. Without the system, it can't be started or turned into a card for easy carrying.

And now it's hard to find the system of this mech on the Dream Network, only in such old-fashioned junk repair shops would there be such useless treasures.

While brushing the system, Wang Shui wasn't idle.

The mech looks ninety percent new, but in reality, there are many hidden damages in the alloy materials, and its defensive performance is far worse than indicated. The outdated intelligent control system can't detect in real time, no, this old system doesn't even detect metal properties.

Especially the damage to important parts like the shoulder armor, which caused this seemingly new mech to be scrapped. It looks new, but when you really use it, there's a risk of disintegration at any time.

Lack of maintenance, lack of care.

After all, it's a first-rank cannon fodder mech, no, it might not even be considered cannon fodder, at most, it's a training mech.

Selling such a self-destructive waste to customers, even Wang Shui, who is a bit ruthless, feels a bit reluctant, after all, it might affect his good reputation. But who made the customer broke? Isn't that the customer's problem?

With a firm heart, Wang Shui took out a can of metal repair oil, which was also full of grease and had been used countless times but never finished, and began to maintain this mech.

Half an hour later, the sky quickly darkened, and a figure like a mountain appeared at the door of the small shop.

"Hey, Water Brother, shift change."