Danghu

"Outer armor integrity: 87% damaged."

"Energy Core damaged."

"Main engine damaged."

"Empathy System damaged."

"Damn, these two mechas are scrap."

After inspecting Old Zhang's and the other Mech Master's mechas, Song Bao looked troubled.

Old Zhang was a tall, thin middle-aged man with sallow skin and a gaunt face.

At that moment, he and the other team member whose mecha had been scrapped sat together, dejected.

That was only natural.

They had come to participate in the Operation Commission, and all expenses had to come out of their own pockets.

That included mecha repairs.

Now that Old Zhang's and the other man's mechas had been scrapped under Qin Yuan's needle rain, even if they hauled them back for repairs, the cost would be enough to buy two new mechas.

As for the contribution points the two had earned through the Operation Commission, converted into Undercity work points, they probably wouldn't even be enough to buy one new mecha.

Even the cheapest Primary Mecha.

Of course, if they were willing to buy old models—mechas that had essentially been phased out—that would still be possible.

It was just that those mechas could not meet the legion's needs at all. Even if they bought them, the legion would not regard them as regular combat strength.

If that happened, they might have to retire.

"Don't worry."

Song Bao reached out and placed a hand on Old Zhang's shoulder.

"After we get back, I'll split some of my contribution points with you two."

"I can't promise anything too good, but buying two Primary Mechas should still be possible."

Old Zhang and his companion immediately raised their heads and spoke one after another.

"No, we can't do that."

"Captain Song, you earned those contribution points by risking your life. How can we take them?"