This voice was particularly cold and inhumane under the interference of the weak current.
Lin Han couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but quickly regained his strength and continued to listen to what the other party had recorded before.
In any case, there must be some danger.
Even though the harsh noise of the mecha being split was heard around him after reporting his name, He Yunting's tone still did not waver at all, echoing in the cockpit where Lin Han was the only one, with a chill that could pierce into the bones.
The other party did not repeat anything, and it seemed that he did not intend to restore the situation at that time to the person who heard this sentence, but only briefly and comprehensively said the most important part.
"This is not a simple star thief sneak attack. Because it is impossible for them to self-destruct in the end and install a shock bomb on the back of the armor."
"Their target is only me."
Lin Han was completely stunned. This was completely different from what he imagined...
The star thieves are a group of poor bandits, wandering around and doing evil all day long. Many equipments are even collected by bullying some small planets without combat power. If they are equipped with impact bombs on the back of their armors, then the front must be a strong push. Only in this way can they get close in a short period of time in a way of perishing together, and in an instant through zero-distance strikes, the bombs will be ejected—self-destruction, and then destroyed together.
Why does the other party do this
Star thieves are just, generally do not want to encounter the regular imperial army, not to mention that He Yunting goes out in person, must change to other stars to open, and avoid as far as possible.
Now what is said in the recording is 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 percussive bomb. If He Yunting was a little careless, it would probably be...
But soon, when he saw the neatly broken right arm, he immediately understood.
And He Yunting's words also confirmed his conjecture.
"—I cut it myself."
really. Lin Han thought.
The right robotic arm of m2742 was not done by others, nor could it be done by others. It was cut off by He Yunting at the moment when he was hit by the bomb.
As for why Lin Han was so familiar, it was entirely because he had participated in this system and knew it like the back of his hand.
The recording from the data box sounded without the slightest emotional ups and downs, as if it was narrating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him - calm, indifferent, and even revealed some imperceptible arrogance.
"It was fast enough, so I ended up with only a little injury."
Even if the other party said so, Lin Han could imagine the danger at that time.
Mechas already have a self-protection system, especially the mechas driven by admirals of this level have done a very good job in this part. If they detect that the organism is damaged, they must first activate strict pilot protection measures to cut off part of them. Function.
And He Yunting was able to regain control of the entire mecha completely through mental power within seconds, and then cut off his right arm with a lightsaber without hesitation, which stopped a thrilling suicide destruction.
And judging from the bloodstains in the cockpit, it was unavoidable to be injured.
And where the injury is, the severity, the blood loss assessment... The other party didn't mention it at all.
He is too aware of the power of this kind of weapon. The slightest mistake may seriously injure the driver or even be forced to retire, which is very dangerous. Lin Han couldn't help frowning, and worriedly wanted to hear what else happened to the other party.
But after saying that sentence, a startling noise continued to come from the box, including cutting sounds, cracking of tempered glass, explosions from far to near, and the flesh suddenly hitting hard. The dull sound of things, and the owner of the body let out a sullen groan.
Looking at the bloodstains still remaining in the cockpit, he felt a little nervous, and even his breathing was tight.
Lin Han just felt a little unreasonable worry and nervousness about this general who he had never met before, and finally after the noise, he heard the voice again.
But when the other party spoke again, what he said was not the same.
"The mecha will be sent to the research institute for repair as soon as I come back."
Obviously, this person had experienced a thrilling sneak attack a moment ago, and he opened the recorded message specially to explain the repair of the mecha
"Please take over the mecha master to operate carefully, repair this mecha carefully, and be sure to restore it as perfect as my cut surface."
His tone was cold and arrogant.
...
With a soft click, the recording stopped abruptly.
The cockpit reeked of oil and blood was silent again.
Maybe He Yunting's tone was too cold, or maybe he didn't mention the injury lightly, but made a harsh request directly. Lin Han's accustomed clear thinking seemed to be led by a road sign, but was thrown down at the intersection. , it is rare to find out the situation.
How is the injury? The cockpit command screen is broken, have you activated emergency measures? Is there any loss of mental power
He sorted out his thoughts, and the only thing that was certain was that at least He Yunting was not in danger.
However, he recalled the current situation where his right arm was cut off. If it was him, he could indeed repair it, and even the harsh requirement of "return to the same face as his" is not too difficult.
Lin Han looked up, it was obviously a two-person mecha, but only one person was always driving, and the other driver's seat at the back looked abrupt and lonely.
It's been a long time since two-person mechs were not popular in the Empire.
Not to mention that the manufacture and design of a two-person mecha is more than twice as difficult as a single-person mecha. It is too difficult to find two pilots with very matching mental abilities, not to mention that there is an absolute tacit understanding. Can handle it.
Coupled with He Yunting's numerous military exploits over the years, the empire has become an absolutely tenacious and powerful existence in the interstellar space. Gradually, two-person mechas are no longer necessary in the military, and single-person mechas that can be mass-produced have become mainstream.
Lin Han was just about to try to see if he could start it, but just two steps to the starter, the sound came from the recording box that had just returned to silence but hadn't been closed yet.
"correct."
Lin Han stopped when he heard the sound, thinking that the Admiral had something else to say about the damage to the mecha.
He Yunting in the recording: "Please find the best mecha master in the research institute when the mecha is overhauled, and nothing else."
Lin Han, the best mecha master in the academy: "..."
Mixed feelings.
Lin Han felt strange in his heart, but he didn't have too much disgust. Some people always commented that he was too obsessed with mechas, but if he liked it, he would only do this.
He confirmed that the data box had no other information, and re-recorded the new data he had observed.
In addition to cutting off half of the right arm, the back of the entire mech was also severely hit. According to the traces left and the damage, the explosion is very likely to have occurred. Although we tried our best to avoid it, the huge shock wave still hit. Broken the screen and part of the console, the pilot's injury should be like this.
Small external damage and simple line connections can be completed quickly, but the most critical part is the connection between the core operating system and the spiritual force, which is the core that needs to be repaired urgently.
The amount of work was huge, but Lin Han didn't feel bored.
Someone once commented on him, "It's such a pity that such a spiritual power is actually an omega."
Looking at the M galaxy, the number of omegas is very rare, and there are very few who can enter the research institute. As for the omegas with high mental power, the entire empire cannot count them.
In general, most of the sss-level mental powers are top-level alphas, and they can use it to control the highest-level mecha, but such a rare chance falls on an omega like Lin Han.
As we all know, mental strength does not equal physical fitness.
The omega's physique was originally like a delicate flower in a greenhouse. Even if their mental power could make them competent for complex mental work, when it came to physical strength, they were weak one by one, unable to drive even the most basic mecha.
Lin Han is even worse - when he entered the research institute, his physical strength rating was d-, and he had to take nutritional supplements from time to time, which shattered everyone's illusions about whether sss-level omegas would have physical miracles.
He was the only one left in the research institute for a long time. Lin Han looked at the time, and then looked at the pile of parts that had just been removed in front of him. He simply didn't go home and stayed in the repair room to continue working.
Because of the huge mecha, the repair room covers a large area, and the man in white uniform kept manipulating the elevator to run back and forth. In the huge space, only the sound of him getting along with the icy mecha echoed.
This was the moment that calmed him the most.
He doesn't like too loud human voices, especially those that are forced into his ears——
That was about when he first entered the academy.
I don't know from which day, maybe overnight, Lin Han suddenly felt that the people around him became noisy.
There were always subtle voices in his ears, but when he turned his head, it was obvious that no one spoke. While Lin Han felt upset, he felt that those voices were scratching his eardrum like ants, stabbing lightly and meticulously all the time, making people feel uncomfortable. terribly upset.
Until he accidentally touched his hand while chatting with Shen Xiunan as usual, and unexpectedly heard his inner voice.
That day, Shen Xiunan was still talking to him with a smile, and he moved his hand away after just touching it, but Lin Han heard a familiar tone in Lin Han's ear——
Let's eat noodles tonight.
Later, Lin Han asked several colleagues for verification, and the results were no exception.
He has what is called "mind reading".
No matter who it is, as long as it touches the other's hand, what that person is thinking at the moment will naturally appear in his ears in the other's voice.
Fortunately, mechas don't do that. They are always quiet, with a cold tenderness that is unique to metal and machinery.
From that day on, he began to wear white gloves, and he would not take them off until necessary, and he became a person who was called "incomparable cleanliness".
Lin Han has been busy all night, his physical strength is too poor, and he is too concentrated. It has been a long time since he made the preliminary repair plan.
As soon as he relaxed, the drowsiness that had been suppressed by his mental power swept over.
Lin Han wanted to go back to his research room to rest, but he was so exhausted that he finally fell asleep while holding his gloves, leaning on the driver's seat in the cabin.
The next day, he was woken up by Shen Xiunan knocking on the cockpit door.
Shen Xiunan has long been accustomed to this workaholic's normal state, and looked at him helplessly: "Didn't you give you nutritional supplements last night, how late did you stay up?"
Lin Han didn't answer directly. He put on gloves and adjusted his uniform. Looking at Shen Xiunan's reproachful eyes, he felt a little guilty, softened his tone, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"This," Shen Xiunan sighed, then made no secret of the envious look in his eyes, and shook the delicate gilded envelope in his hand, "The invitation letter for the admiral's celebration banquet is only one of you in the entire academy."