Reboot: Mechanic

Chapter 28: 420 Westwood Avenue

After retracting his leg, Shi Tian was glaring at Krissie, clearly alerted at her appearance here.

He was pretty sure he had told her that they would never see each other again. Yet somehow she was right here, about to sneak up behind him.

It was hard for him to not suspect a single thing, such as her following him.

"I-I didn't mean to follow you…" Krissie admitted immediately to following him when she could feel the intense glare of Shi Tian.

"Why did you follow me?" Shi Tian asked in a slightly cold tone. He was furious that she was following him, but he was even more furious with himself.

Since Krissie admitted to following him, then it meant that he failed to realize someone was following him.

This in turn revealed how his cautiousness was a complete joke.

Luckily though, Krissie shook her head in response and clarified her meaning of following him.

"I didn't follow you directly but merely predicted where you might go. You have a missing arm, so I thought that you would show up in this shopping mall to search for a replacement."

"So you traced my whereabouts based on my current condition, and only managed to find me now?"

"Mhmm, I only decided to follow you because I didn't want to owe you for the pistol and cartridges after separating from you." She then said, revealing how she didn't wish to owe him a favor.

After all, the deal they had from the beginning was her guiding him inside Gearits City, but the truth was that everything was resolved by Shi Tian's bribing of the guard.

And then the place she brought him to was a complete shit show.

Without doing much, Shi Tian still honored his deal and even gave her a weapon as a form of self-defense. The guilt was piling up in her emotions the more she thought about it and decided it was against her conscience.

Shi Tian twitched his brows slightly when he couldn't decide whether to laugh or not at her naivety and personality.

"No need, that pistol, and cartridges are basically from Benmos. So if you really want to thank someone, you can thank him. Though I doubt you would want to thank him, considering what he had done to you." Shi Tian raised his left hand and said he doesn't need her to owe him a favor.

"If you put it that way, then the favor I owed you would have increased." Krissie smiled bitterly.

"Benmos was a nightmare and I would have lived a life worse than death had you not killed him so decisively. I simply just want to repay this favor so that I can finally have a good sleep after a long time." She added.

Meanwhile, Shi Tian remained unfazed, clearly unwilling to let her repay the favor. It wasn't that he hated having assistance or help, but he had experienced what kind of assistance she could offer already.

He really had no intention of having his time wasted again and again by her.

"Just pay me 200 Eons and we're even," Shi Tian said straightforwardly, extending his left hand.

"I guess you really don't want my assistance after the mess I have done. This is the address of a mechanic that I remembered hearing from a temporary teammate that worked with Benmos previously." She then said, handing him a piece of paper, and left with her head lowered down.

Shi Tian paid no heed to her depressing exit as he glanced at the address on the paper, pondering for a while.

420 Westwood Avenue.

That was the address listed on the paper, and Shi Tian recalled the map that he had seen previously that was posted by the street block wall.

'This is the complete opposite of my current location.' Shi Tian thought to himself once he finished his memory recollection. And as much as he knew it was another round of walking, there was nothing much he could do.

If he could have gone from the graveyard-like environment all the way to a city filled with life, then what were a few extra miles going to do to him?

Putting the paper in his pocket, Shi Tian began to make his way toward the address. Luckily, there are no more cliche events where he would be stopped and forced to deal with it.

Time slowly passed by, and he soon arrived at 420 Westwood Avenue. It was a large workshop that was on a scale multiple times larger than the previous Hush's Workshop.

The mechanic workshop was a sprawling complex of sleek, metallic buildings that towered over the surrounding landscape. The architecture was a combination of sharp angles and sweeping curves, giving the impression of a futuristic, high-tech facility.

The main workshop building was a massive structure with high ceilings and a wide-open floor plan. It was filled with rows upon rows of state-of-the-art machinery and equipment, all carefully arranged to maximize efficiency and productivity.

The walls are lined with digital displays and interactive screens that provide real-time data and analytics on every aspect of the operation.

As Shi Tian moved through the workshop, he noticed the intricate robotic arms and conveyor belts that transported parts and tools around the facility. There are also a series of large cranes and lifts that move heavy machinery and vehicles into position for repairs or maintenance.

In addition to the main workshop building, there are several smaller buildings scattered throughout the complex, each dedicated to a specific area of expertise.

"This is a completely different scale compared to Hush's Workshop…" Shi Tian murmured, his eyes wandering to another sight that was beyond his scope of thoughts.

There was a paint and body shop, an engine testing facility, and a fabrication area for custom parts and modifications.

The entire facility was bathed in a soft blue light that highlights the gleaming surfaces and high-tech equipment. There was also a sense of energy and purpose that permeated the air, as the skilled technicians and mechanics worked tirelessly to keep the machines of the future running smoothly.

To conclude, Shi Tian was astonished and impressed by the workshop that Krissie recommended. Based on the facilities' equipment and the long line of customers waiting, Shi Tian's hope had never been higher.

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