Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 878 - 623 Alienation

"Report, my lord, we've gathered a total of fifty-three Owl-class fighter jets, twenty-three Ying-class fighter jets. As for aerial mechas... we haven't found any yet."

As the situation intensified, more and more high-ranking leaders from Freeport gathered around the Star Alliance spy and Catherine.

After all, in a chaos like this, only they seemed like they were truly doing something productive.

Upon receiving news from their subordinates, some leaders turned pale, "Looks like our prohibition is really effective, isn't it?"

Freeport, as a floating commercial city, naturally wouldn't allow strong combat units to get too close. freёwebnoѵel.com

Every spaceship docking at the port must undergo strict inspections.

Fighter jets were acceptable, but aerial mechas were absolutely prohibited. It was impossible for them to appear inside Freeport.

So even after scouring the entire port, the battle assets they could collect were extremely limited.

In the past, they would brag about their leadership skills and governance success.

But now...

They desperately wished there were more contraband and dangerous items!

Catherine, who heard the same report, wasn't surprised in the slightest. She merely furrowed her brows and murmured softly, "This is also one of the reasons they chose Freeport."

Even though those of them trapped here were trying to find ways to retaliate, there weren't many weapons to use.

Yet even so, they had to give it their best shot!

Fighter jets might not enhance personal combat power as effectively as mechas, but at this juncture, having something was better than nothing.

"Let's go." She murmured softly to the Star Alliance spy beside her, as she stretched her long legs and prepared to head out. However, a voice suddenly emerged from the narrow corridor and echoed directly into the star-dome grand hall.

"Report! Report!"

"What news now?" The first Freeport leader asked expectantly, his face alight with hope.

"We found them! We found two aerial mechas! They're part of Baron Norwitz's collection—antiques from Mech Battle Company's first generation! Not sure if you need them, my lord?"

Catherine sharply raised her brows and quickly asked, "What condition are they in? Are they operable?"

"Please wait for a moment, my lord..."

Time was tight. The executor who had found clues first came to relay the report and would later proceed to inspect the target.

Getting detailed information would require updates from personnel on-site.

The subordinate relaying the news paused fleetingly, then tilted his ear to listen before replying again: "My lord, they need repairs. Baron Norwitz actually valued the extensive scars on the two mechas, deeming them worthy of being collectible art pieces, so he never worked to fix or refurbish them."

"Ridiculous aristocratic quirks!" The Star Alliance spy cursed under his breath.

But Catherine shook her head and quickly strode out, "Without his collection, we wouldn't have found even these two antiques right now. Lead the way!"

Battle-damaged mechas still depended on the extent of their damage.

If minor repairs could restore them to use, they'd certainly be better than piloting limited-capability fighter jets.

...

In a spacious hall, numerous art collectibles of vastly different styles from all over the cosmos were displayed in varying sizes.

Among them, the largest and most striking figures were undoubtedly the two towering blue-gray mechanical bodies.

Blade I-series, that was the name of these two mechas back in their heyday.

Although the Blade series had expanded as Mech Battle Company grew larger and developed to its current thirty-seventh generation, the design of this original model remained the quintessential favorite in the minds of many mecha enthusiasts.

Its humanoid frame was designed with perfect Golden Ratio proportions, and its sleek, streamlined body retained sharp edges in its detailed contours.

This was the first groundbreaking product released after the major cosmic empires lifted their ban on assigning mechas as exclusive armaments for national military forces. Almost every mech pilot had once been associated with this classic model.

However… the two iconic units before them appeared rather pitiful from their current state.

Blue-gray bodies were covered in visible rust and scratch marks, with paint peeled off in large patches and dents scattered about.

The only fortunate aspect was that both mechas still retained complete structural integrity.

Despite the surface scars appearing extensive, none of them were significant penetrating damages or major structural issues.

Their owner, proud of his collection, began introducing it with enthusiasm, "Only warriors who have fought countless battles could carry such a full array of medals of valor, and it's their excellent craftsmanship that allowed these veteran warriors to return successfully from the battlefield. Every scar on their bodies symbolizes a story of courage and exploration, a tribute to humanity's pioneering era. Their blemishes grant them unique, unparalleled identities!"

Baron Norwitz had soft golden hair and wore black-framed glasses.

He didn't present the demeanor of a noble steeped in hereditary grandeur; instead, he looked more like a historian with a fervent passion for artwork.

"If you intend to send these two veterans back to the battlefield, please ensure they can once again return victorious with glory!"

The Star Alliance spy clearly couldn't care less about his sentiments. He briskly followed Catherine, hurrying toward the two rusted mechas fastened to their bays with external supports. Glancing over his shoulder, he casually gestured dismissively, "To be honest, they might've just tripped over a vine in an ancient jungle."

"Cut the nonsense." Catherine's cold voice rang out from ahead, "This is your area of expertise now."

For a moment, the Star Alliance spy revealed a small, pleased expression, "How'd you know I studied mecha repair? Even earned a certified technician's credential?"

"If you weren't so eager to show off that fact to every pretty woman you meet, I wouldn't have known this 'secret' of yours." Catherine's icy tone remained unchanged, "Get moving. We don't have much time."