Chapter 447: X-Ray Vision (2/2)

Suddenly, the storage gate opened, and a large truck drove in. On it was a pile of broken suits that had seen much better days.

Tee's brow furrowed as soon as she saw the truckload of sorrow.

”Whose METAL are these? How many Zergs have they killed?”

”Unit three, eight, and nine.”

Tee shook her head and said, ”That's not our area. Send them back.”

A plump middle age engineer stumbled out of the passenger seat and hurried to Tee. ”My apologies, Tee. We are unable to fix any of these. We thought it would be waste, so we brought them here for you to rescue them.”

”Ah, Lao Jiu, you again. Are your teams at each other again?”

”Tell me about it. Sigh... I have already handed in my relocation application. I can't do it anymore! Especially in unit three… They drained by operation budget almost overnight, and no one listens to me!”

”Didn't captain just approve a thirty percent budget increase for your unit?” As soon as Tee saw that it was Lao Jiu, she knew she had to help him. She had only two troublemakers, Tang Hu and Luo Sen, but Lao Jiu had an army of them to deal with.

”Thirty percent...sigh... Not even three hundred percent will be enough for those idiots. Can you take a look at these ones, please? I will really appreciate it.” Lao Jiu's face crumbled as he begged Tee for help.

”I have just finished dealing with Tang Hu and Luo Sen. I can fix at most three more suits. You will have to wait for the rest.”

”Thank you! Thank YOU! You are my savior!”

”Don't thank me yet. Do me a favor, and don't recommend me as your replacement if your application is approved.”

Tee glanced over the bucket full of broken pieces and picked one up.

”This is done for. Bunch of idiots.” Tee mumbled under her breath and threw the piece on the ground.

”Tee, can I try? ”Wang Tong picked it up and asked.

”Help yourself.” Tee waved an approval.

Such repair would be hugely taxing on soul energy. Tee's repair talent was largely thanks to her fine and strand-like soul energy.

Wang Tong at tugged Zuoyan and asked, ”Can you help me? I don't think I can handle it myself.”

Wang Tong let Zuoyan hold a broken armor piece in front of him while he started to channel out his soul energy. Slowly, the hidden patterns of wiring inside of the METAL suit started to surface.

During the past few days, Wang Tong had buried himself in the repair manuals, since he was bed bound and couldn't do anything else. It was difficult to understand the manual at first, but with Ma Xiaoru's patient help, he quickly got the gist of it. Ma Xiaoru was from the family that made these METALS, and therefore, her understanding of the METAL suit was unmatched by any technologist. Her help had proven to be very valuable.

As Wang Tong continue to focus on the METAL in front of him, his soul energy guided him through one technique of diagnosis after another.