Chapter 2 Chapter 2
The voice seemed particularly cold and inhumane under the interference of the weak electric current.
Lin Han couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but he quickly cheered up and continued to listen to what the other party had recorded before.
In any case, he must have encountered some danger.
Even after he reported his name, the piercing noise of mechas being torn apart could be heard all around him, but He Yunting's tone remained calm. The sound echoed in the cockpit where only Lin Han was, and it was filled with a chill that could freeze a person to the bone.
The other party did not elaborate on anything, and did not seem to intend to reconstruct the situation at that time for the people who heard it. He just said the most important part in a concise manner.
"This is not a simple sneak attack by space pirates. Because they can't possibly install a percussion bomb on the back of the armor in a self-destructing way at the end."
"I am their only target."
Lin Han was completely stunned. This was completely different from what he had imagined.
Space pirates are a group of poor bandits who roam around and do evil all day long. Many of their equipment are even confiscated from small planets that have no combat power. If they install impact bombs on the back of their armor, then they must have powerful thrusters on the front. Only in this way can they get close to the enemy in a short time in a way that both sides will perish, and through zero-distance contact, they can eject the bomb in an instant - self-destruct, and then perish together.
Why is the other party like this?
They are just star pirates. They generally don't want to encounter the regular imperial army, let alone He Yunting himself. They will definitely have to change to another star path and stay as far away from them as possible.
But now the recording says that they want to target He Yunting with a suicide attack?
But Lin Han didn't have time to think about this. After all, it was a contact bomb. If He Yunting was not careful, then...
But soon, he saw his right arm that was broken cleanly, and he understood everything.
And He Yunting's words also confirmed his guess.
“—I cut it myself.”
really. Lin Han thought.
The right mechanical arm of M2742 was not cut off by someone else, and it could not have been cut off by someone else. It was He Yunting who cut it off with the lightsaber on his left arm the moment he was touched by the explosive bomb.
As for why Lin Han was so familiar with it, it was entirely because he had participated in this system before and knew it like the back of his hand.
The recording transmitted through the data box did not sound emotional at all, as if it was narrating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with itself - calm, indifferent, and even revealing some subtle arrogance.
"It was fast enough, so I only suffered minor injuries in the end."
Even though the other party said so, Lin Han could still imagine the danger at that time.
Mechas have their own self-protection systems, especially those driven by admirals. If they sense that the organism is about to be damaged, they will first activate strict pilot protection measures and cut off some functions.
He Yunting was able to regain control of the entire mecha through his mental power in a matter of seconds, and then cut off his right arm with a lightsaber without hesitation, thus preventing an extremely thrilling suicidal destruction.
And judging from the bloodstains in the cockpit, he was inevitably injured.
But the other party did not mention where the injury was, how serious it was, or how much blood loss was estimated.
He knew too well the power of this weapon. The slightest mistake could result in the driver being seriously injured or even forced to retire, which was extremely dangerous. Lin Han couldn't help but frown, wanting to hear what else the other party had encountered with some concern.
But after he finished saying that, a series of frightening noises began to emanate from the box, including the sound of cutting, the shattering of tempered glass, explosions that got closer and closer, the dull sound of flesh suddenly hitting a hard object, and a suppressed groan from the owner of the body.
He looked at the bloodstains still remaining in the cockpit and felt a little nervous, even his breathing became tense.
Lin Han had just started to feel a little inexplicably worried and nervous about this general whom he had never met before, but after the noise, he finally heard that voice again.
But when the other party spoke again, what he said was not the same.
"I will send the mecha to the research institute for repair as soon as I come back." ?
This guy had clearly experienced a thrilling sneak attack just a moment ago, but he turned on the recorded message just to instruct on repairing the mecha?
"Please be careful when repairing this mecha, and make sure it is as perfect as the cut I made."
The tone was cold and arrogant.
……?
With a slight "click" sound, the recording stopped abruptly.
The cockpit, which smelled of engine oil and blood, returned to silence.
Perhaps it was because He Yunting's tone was too cold, or because he did not mention the injury lightly and made direct and harsh demands. Lin Han's usually clear thinking seemed to be led onto the road by a signpost, but was thrown off at the intersection, and he was unusually confused about the situation.
How is the injury? The cockpit command screen was shattered. Were emergency measures initiated? Is there any loss of mental strength?
He sorted out his thoughts and the only thing he could be sure of was that at least He Yunting was not in danger of death.
However, he recalled the fact that his right arm was cut off. If it were him, he could indeed repair it. Even such a stringent requirement as "must restore it to the same cross-section as his" would not be too difficult.
Lin Han looked up. It was clearly a two-person mecha, but there was always only one person driving it. The other driver's seat at the back looked awkward and lonely.
It has been a long time since two-man mechas were popular in the Empire.
Not to mention that the manufacturing and design of a two-person mecha is more than twice as difficult as a single-person mecha. It is extremely difficult to find two pilots with perfectly matched mental abilities, not to mention that they must have absolute tacit understanding to be able to control it.
Coupled with He Yunting's numerous military exploits over the years, the empire has become an absolutely tough and powerful existence in the interstellar space. Gradually, two-person mechas are no longer a necessity in the military, and single-person mechas that can be mass-produced have become the mainstream.
Lin Han was just about to try to see if he could start it, but just as he took two steps towards the starter, the recording box, which had just returned to silence but had not been closed, began to emit that sound again.
"That's right."
Lin Han stopped when he heard the voice, thinking that the admiral had something else to say about the damage to the mecha.
He Yunting in the recording: "When you need to inspect the mecha, please find the best mecha technician in the research institute, and don't ask for anyone else."
Lin Han, the best mecha master in the institute: "..."
Mixed feelings.
Although Lin Han felt strange, he did not feel too disgusted. Some people always say that he is too obsessed with mechas, but he just likes them and that's all he knows how to do.
He confirmed that there was no other information in the data box and re-recorded the new data he observed.
In addition to having half of his right arm cut off, the back of the entire mecha was also severely impacted. Judging from the marks and damage left behind, the explosion most likely occurred. Despite trying his best to avoid it, the huge shock wave still shattered the screen and part of the operating console. This is probably how the pilot was injured.
Minor external damage and simple line connections can be repaired quickly, but the most critical part is the connection between the core operating system and mental power, which is the core that really needs to be repaired.
The project is huge, but Lin Han doesn't feel bored.
Someone once commented on him, "It's a shame that an Omega has such mental strength."
Looking at the M galaxy, the number of Omegas is already scarce, and those who can enter the research institute are even fewer. As for Omegas with high mental powers, there are only a few of them in the entire empire.
Generally, those with SSS-level mental power are top-level Alphas, who can use it to control the highest-level mechas, but such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity falls to an Omega like Lin Han.
As we all know, mental strength is not equal to physical fitness.
Omegas' physique is like a delicate flower in a greenhouse. Even though their mental strength allows them to handle complex mental tasks, once it comes to physical strength, they are weaker than the other and cannot even drive the most basic mecha.
Lin Han was even worse - his physical strength rating was D- when he entered the research institute, and he had to take nutritional supplements from time to time, which shattered everyone's fantasy about whether an SSS-level Omega would have a physical miracle.
He was the only one left in the research institute. Lin Han looked at the time, then at the pile of parts he had just disassembled in front of him. He simply did not go home but stayed in the repair room to continue working.
Because it had to accommodate the huge mecha, the repair room occupied a large area, and a man in a white uniform was constantly operating the elevator and running back and forth. The only sound in the huge space was the sound of him and the cold mecha interacting with each other.
This was the moment that calmed him the most.
He doesn't like loud voices, especially those that are forced into his ears.
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That was probably when he first entered graduate school.
I don’t know when it started, or maybe it happened overnight, but Lin Han suddenly felt that everyone around him became noisy.
There were always subtle noises in his ears, but when he turned around, no one was talking. Lin Han felt annoyed, and at the same time he felt that those noises were like ants scratching his eardrums, pricking him all the time and making him feel very upset.
Until he was chatting with Shen Xiunan as usual, he accidentally touched his hand and unexpectedly heard his inner voice.
That day, Chen Xiu Nan was still talking to him with a smile, and his hand only touched once before moving away, but Lin Han heard the other party's familiar tone in his ears -
[Let’s eat noodles tonight.] 】
Later, Lin Han asked several colleagues to verify the results, and the results were the same.
He possesses the so-called "mind-reading ability".
No matter who it is, as long as he touches the other person's hand, what that person is thinking at that moment will naturally appear in his ears in the form of the other person's voice.
Fortunately, this is not the case with mechas. They are always quiet, with a cold tenderness that is unique to metal and machinery.
From that day on, he started wearing white gloves and never took them off unless necessary, becoming a person who was described by everyone as "extremely mysophobic".
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Lin Han was busy all night. His physical strength was too poor and he was overly focused. By the time he made a preliminary repair plan, a long time had passed.
As soon as I relaxed, the drowsiness that had been suppressed by my mental strength surged up and overwhelmed me.
Lin Han originally wanted to go back to his laboratory to rest, but he was so exhausted that he finally fell asleep quickly while leaning on the driver's seat in the cabin, holding his gloves.
The next day, he was awakened by Shen Xiunan knocking on the cockpit door.
Chen Xiu Nan had long been accustomed to the normal state of this workaholic, and looked at him helplessly: "Didn't I give you a nutrient last night? How late did you stay up?"
Lin Han didn't answer directly. He put on gloves and straightened his uniform. He met Shen Xiunan's reproachful eyes, felt a little guilty, softened his tone, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Here," Shen Xiu Nan sighed, then shook the exquisite gold-stamped envelope in his hand without hiding the envy in his eyes, "Invitation to the Admiral's celebration banquet. You are the only one invited in the entire institute."
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