Chapter 7 Chapter 7
The next day, Lin Han showed up at the research institute on time.
After all, the estrus period was a little advanced, so just in case he prepared twice as many nutrients and inhibitors as usual.
When Shen Xiu Nan passed by his office, he saw the extra things and asked out of instinct, "Are you in heat?"
Lin Han nodded, his tone natural.
Chen Xiu Nan is also an Omega, and sometimes he simply cannot understand the psychological activities of workaholics: "You haven't used a single day of vacation this year. Many Omegas would like to stay at home for three days during their estrus period, but you are the only one who comes to work with nutrients and inhibitors..."
Lin Han didn't comment: "I don't feel uncomfortable at all."
Shen Xiunan was about to say something, but Lin Han, probably because he was afraid that he would worry, explained, “And there is repair work in the next two days, and it must be completed as soon as possible.”
"What repair work? You haven't been..." Shen Xiu Nan suddenly realized halfway through, "Oh, yes, the admiral's mecha is with you. But now he is back, and this is a close combat mecha, so it shouldn't be too urgent..."
Chen Xiu Nan thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you go back and rest? I can help you for two days. As long as it's not too complicated, I can fix it."
Lin Han said: "I'm afraid not."
"Hey?" Shen Xiu Nan raised his voice, but soon dropped it back, "I know."
"Then don't try too hard. Contact me via the communicator if anything happens."
Generally speaking, there are only two reasons why Lin Han said this; either he is the only one who can operate the delicate parts, or it requires a connection with mental power.
Shen Xiu Nan is already considered one of the better Omegas, so he was admitted to the research institute as a mecha pilot with excellent grades. However, his mental power is very weak, so he has to let others do it when it comes to mental power.
After Shen Xiunan left, Lin Han refilled an inhibitor, and after confirming that there would be no accidents, he took the key and sample that He Yunting gave him the day before and entered the repair room.
Lin Han doesn't need to worry too much about general damage and circuit repairs, as they will naturally be solved by colleagues from other departments and fully automatic repair devices. His task is to inspect the most core systems and check them several times to ensure that there will be no accidents in the connection between mental power and the pilot.
Currently, all mechas are operated in a semi-manual and semi-mentally controlled mode. The pilot must accurately calculate the position during every voyage and launch, while flexibly driving the mecha to dodge or attack. Mental power can connect to a higher-level AI center, truly turning the mecha into the best weapon.
When the mecha technician who repairs the mecha conducts repeated tests, he will constantly start the mecha and perform operations countless times in a limited room. He will then hand it over to the original pilot for inspection. It is not considered truly repaired until it is foolproof.
He Yunting's mental strength is undoubtedly top-notch, so he was afraid that Lin Han would not be able to control it during the test drive, so he asked Lu Anhe to give him his sample.
Lin Han collected his thoughts, said hello to his colleagues who were working on the M2742, and asked them to temporarily switch to another machine for repair. Then he was the only one left in the huge repair room.
The big guy's right arm has been repaired a little, but because of the damage to the higher-level central nervous system, it has not recovered to its original state.
Lin Han operated the elevator into the cabin and came to the cockpit.
In his hand were the exclusive key to this mecha and a sample of the mental power of the designated pilot.
It’s not like Lin Han hasn’t driven a mecha before.
However, each time he started the mechas that were sent in for repair, he would start these big guys for testing and verification, but he would only start them and conduct tests and verifications in this narrow space.
The mecha he "drove" had never even left the repair room.
Lin Han lowered his eyes, closed the cabin door, sat in the driver's seat, picked up the helmet beside him and put it on.
He was so obsessed with mechas that every mecha he designed had once roamed the starry sea.
——Even if he has never touched the starry sky.
He thought that the galaxy must have memory.
Lin Han inserted the key, and the console began to respond. The buttons began to flash one by one, and the display screen, which had not yet been completely repaired, also began to light up.
He looked at the spiritual power sample in his hand, calmed himself, and was about to open it——
His communicator began to buzz.
Lin Han felt a little strange. He would turn on the communication filter when he was working, so he could not receive any messages from friends. Only orders from superiors or sudden situations would be directly transferred to his communicator.
Did something happen?
He put down his helmet and saw the instructions on it: "Pick up Lin Han."
The communicator was still ringing. Lin Han picked it up and saw the signature on it.
It is a special line for the Admiral, and can reach the person directly without going through the normal communication filters.
The mecha has started to start up, making a unique mechanical roar.
He picked up the phone with doubt: "Hello?"
Then he heard that cold voice again, calling his name: "Lin Han."
Before he could respond, he heard Lu Anhe's voice coming from the communicator: "Mr. Lin!"
"Don't open the mental power sample, and don't connect it to the host."
"—it was switched."
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Area A, Selna Manor.
"I asked, and luckily we contacted him in time. Mr. Lin had just started it and had not yet connected to the mental power center."
He Yunting pursed his lips in a cold and thin manner, without saying a word. His blue eyes sank as if he was thinking about something.
Lu Anhe raised his head: "But it doesn't make sense. I handed the sample to him personally, and then I sent it back personally. There is no possibility of exchange... By the way, are you feeling better?"
"It was negligence." He Yunting suddenly spoke up. He did not answer the question about the injury, but directly pointed out the suspect, "The waiter."
Lu Anhe sighed and thought for a moment: "He came the day you said you wanted to send me off... He even pushed the door open and hit the wound on your right shoulder! I'll go check it out."
He Yunting said: "No need."
Anyone who really dared to do this must have planned it. The waiter must have been just an insignificant cannon fodder. If you look for him after a day, there will be no trace of him.
He Yunting pondered for a moment, but asked a different question: "What did he say?"
"...Ah?" Lu Anhe paused. "Mr. Lin said that he had destroyed the fake mental power sample immediately, but he didn't say when he would come to get a new one."
"Boss, do you have any idea?" Lu Anhe looked at him, "No, your wound is still bleeding?"
He Yunting was only wearing the simplest casual clothes. The dark shirt outlined the faint lines of his muscles, and the color of a certain part of his right shoulder seemed to be darker.
"It's okay." He Yunting didn't seem to want to dwell on this issue any more, "Let's keep this a secret for now."
"Okay." Lu Anhe nodded, "But I always feel that there is something wrong with that group of radical old men. Last time you said that one team would be enough to deal with the pirates, but they insisted that you add a batch of new mechas, and you refused, and something really happened..."
He Yunting did not answer.
Lu Anhe knew it was useless to continue talking, so he shut up angrily.
It was lunch time, and He Yunting stopped talking about this issue: "Let's go."
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The two walked side by side in the corridor. Lu Anhe thought of something and decided to change the subject: "Boss, have you met Mr. Lin?"
He Yunting paused and blinked his deep blue eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
But he quickly answered: "No."
It just felt a little different the first time we met.
"That's right." Lu Anhe said.
When He Yunting was in the Imperial Army, he was known as a genius and the hope of the empire. He was always the best in everything.
He had an especially good memory, and his tutors at the time praised him highly, saying that he was the epitome of a photographic memory.
He Yunting can remember any person or thing as long as it passes through his mind, and reconnect the related causes and consequences.
So he quickly figured out that the person who swapped the samples was the waiter, and he believed it without a doubt.
What's more, Lin Han is already pretty and good-looking. Given He Yunting's photographic memory, how could he not have any impression of her? It's impossible that he had seen her before.
"Well, Boss..." Perhaps because he had been a little free recently, Lu Anhe's lively personality became more obvious, and he even dared to gossip about his boss's private affairs in front of him, "Are you..."
He Yunting glanced at Lu Anhe with dissatisfaction, "You've been talking too much lately."
Lieutenant Colonel Lu looked frightened for a moment and shut up.
As he said this, the butler in a tuxedo walked in. Seeing the two of them, he bowed respectfully, then gestured behind him and began to serve the food.
Lu Anhe often lives here, so the kitchen is familiar with his taste and serves a lot of food that looks too oily and salty but tastes good. He Yunting's recipe is much simpler, and he only needs to customize it according to the standard meals of the army.
But there seemed to be one more thing in the admiral's meal today.
Next to the bland, unchanging side dishes was a small, toasted, brown dish.
The housekeeper winked at Lu Anhe cautiously: Are you sure you don't want pudding, just caramel?
Lu Anhe raised his chin and made a gesture to the butler while He Yunting was not paying attention: No problem, don't worry.
The housekeeper, feeling relieved, closed the door after completing his preparations, leaving He Yunting and his partner alone in the room.
Lu Anhe was probably in a really good mood. Even though he had just been scolded by his leader, he still didn't give up and wanted to finish what he was going to say.
He called out "General" and waited for He Yunting to stop holding the spoon and look at him before continuing to touch the tiger's butt fearlessly: "Are you in love with Mr. Lin...at first sight?"
He Yunting licked his lips, and then quickly realized that he had inadvertently made this move, so he quickly retracted his lips and lightly touched his upper jaw with the tip of his tongue where Lu Anhe couldn't see. His expression was still cold, and his brows even frowned more deeply. He said coldly, "No."
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