Can read minds and not mark

This voice seemed particularly cold and inhuman under the interference of weak current.

Lin Han was stunned for a moment, but he quickly braced himself and continued listening to what the other party had recorded previously.

In any case, there must be some danger.

Even after stating his name, there was the harsh noise of the mecha being torn apart. He Yunting's tone was still calm, echoing in the cockpit where Lin Han was the only one, with a chill that could freeze people to the bone.

The other party did not elaborate on anything, and it seemed that he did not intend to restore the situation to those who heard this speech. He only said the most important part in a concise and concise manner.

"This is not a simple sneak attack by star thieves. Because they cannot install a touch-type bomb on the back of the armor in a self-destructive manner at the end."

"Their only target is me."

Lin Han was completely stunned. This was completely different from what he had imagined.

The star thieves are a group of poor bandits who run around doing evil all day long. Many of their equipment were even collected by bullying some small planets that have no combat power. If they install touch-type bombs on the back of their armor, then a strong push from the front must be indispensable. Only in this way can we get close to each other in a short time and eject the bomb in an instant through a zero-distance strike - self-destruct and then destroy them together.

Why is the other person like this?

It's just a star thief. Generally, he doesn't want to encounter the regular imperial army, let alone He Yunting himself. He will definitely have to find other star ways to avoid them as far as possible.

Now what the recording says 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 touch bomb. If He Yunting was a little careless, he would probably...

But soon, when he saw his cleanly broken right arm, he understood instantly.

And He Yunting's words also confirmed his suspicion.

"——I cut it myself."

really. Lin Han thought.

The right robotic arm of M2742 was not made by anyone else, and it could not have been made by anyone else. He Yunting cut it off by controlling the lightsaber on his left arm at the moment he was touched by the bomb.

As for why Lin Han is so familiar with it, it's entirely because he has participated in this system before and knows it well.

The recording transmitted through the data box did not sound emotional at all, as if he was describing a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him - calm, indifferent, and even revealed some imperceptible arrogance.

"The speed was fast enough, so I only suffered minor injuries in the end."

Even if the other party said this, Lin Han could still imagine the danger at that time.

Mechas have a self-protection system, especially mechas driven by admirals. If the body is detected to be damaged, strict pilot protection measures must be initiated to cut off part of the body. Function.

However, 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 blood stains on the cockpit, he was still injured.

The location of the injury, its severity, and assessment of blood loss... the other party didn't mention anything at all.

He was very aware of the power of this weapon. The slightest mistake could cause the driver to be seriously injured or even forced to retire. It was very dangerous. Lin Han couldn't help but frown, and was worried to hear what else happened to the other party.

But after saying that, a frightening noise began to come from the box. There were cutting sounds, the shattering of tempered glass, explosions from far to near, and the sound of flesh and blood suddenly hitting hard objects. The dull sound of the object and the suppressed groan of the owner of the body.

Looking at the blood stains still remaining in the cockpit, he felt a little nervous and even breathed tightly.

Lin Han felt unreasonably worried and nervous about this general he had never met before. Finally, after the noise, he heard the voice again.

But when the other party spoke again, what he said was different.

"I will send the mecha to the institute for repair as soon as possible after I come back."

?

It was clear that this person had experienced a thrilling sneak attack just a moment ago, but he opened the recorded message just to explain how to repair the mecha?

"Please take over the mecha master to operate carefully and repair this mecha carefully. It must be restored to be as perfect as my cut."

The tone was cold and arrogant.

...?

There was a soft "click" sound, and the recording stopped abruptly.

The cockpit, which smelled of engine oil and blood, returned to silence.

Perhaps He Yunting's tone was too cold, or perhaps he downplayed the injury without mentioning it, but directly made harsh demands. Lin Han's usually clear thinking seemed to be led onto the road by a road sign, but he was thrown off at the intersection. , it’s rare that I can’t figure out the situation.

How were the injuries? The cockpit command screen was broken. Have emergency measures been initiated? Is there any loss of mental energy?

He sorted out his thoughts and the only thing he was certain of was that at least He Yunting's life was not in danger.

However, he recalled the current situation of his right arm being severed. If it were him, it could indeed be repaired. Even the harsh requirement of "it must be restored to the same cut as his" would not be too difficult.

Lin Han looked up. It was obviously a two-person mecha, but there was always only one person driving it. The other driver's seat behind seemed abrupt and lonely.

It has been a long time since two-person mechas became popular in the Empire.

Not to mention that the manufacturing and design of a two-man mecha is more than twice as difficult as a single mecha. It is really difficult to find two pilots with well-matched mental abilities, not to mention an absolute tacit understanding. Can handle it.

Coupled with He Yunting's numerous military exploits over the years, the empire has turned into an absolutely tough and powerful existence in the interstellar world. Gradually, two-man mechas are no longer necessary in the military, and single-man mechas that can be mass-produced have become the mainstream.

Lin Han was just about to try to see if it could be started, but as soon as he walked to the starter in two steps, the sound came out again from the recording box that had just returned to silence but had not yet been closed.

"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: "When the mecha is inspected, please find the best mecha master in the institute, and nothing else."

Lin Han, the best mecha master in the institute: "..."

Mixed feelings.

Lin Han felt strange in his heart, but he didn't feel too disgusted. Some people always comment that he is too obsessed with mechas, but even if he likes it, he will only do this.

He confirmed that there was no other information in the data box, and then re-recorded the new data he observed.

In addition to cutting off half of the right arm, the entire mecha's back was also severely impacted. Judging from the traces and damage left, the explosion probably still happened. Even though I tried my best to avoid it, the huge shock wave still hit me. The screen and part of the console were broken, which is probably how the pilot's injuries came.

Small external damage and simple line connections can be completed quickly, but the most critical thing is the connection between the core operating system and mental power, which is the core that really needs to be repaired.

The amount of work was huge, but Lin Han didn't feel bored.

Someone once commented on him, "It's such a shame that such mental power is actually an Omega."

Looking at the M galaxy, the number of Omegas is already rare, and even fewer can enter the institute. As for Omegas with high spiritual power, the entire empire cannot count them.

Generally speaking, most of the SSS-level mental powers are top-level Alphas, who can use it to control the highest-level mechas, but such a once-in-a-lifetime chance fell to an Omega like Lin Han.

As we all know, mental strength is not equal to physical fitness.

Omega's physique is like a delicate flower in a greenhouse. Even though their mental power allows them to perform complex mental tasks, when it comes to physical strength, they are weaker than the others and cannot even pilot the most basic mechas.

This is especially true for Lin Han - his physical strength rating was D- when he entered the institute, and he had to take nutritional supplements from time to time, which shattered everyone's illusions about whether an SSS-level Omega could perform physical miracles.

He was the only one left in the research institute. Lin Han looked at the time and then at the pile of parts that had just been dismantled in front of him. He simply didn't go home and stayed in the repair room to continue working.

Because it has to accommodate the huge mecha, the repair room occupies a large area, and a man in a white uniform keeps operating the elevator and running forward and back. The only sounds in the huge space echoing are the sound of him getting along with the cold mecha.

This was the most peaceful moment for him.

He doesn't like too noisy human voices, especially those that are forced into his ears——

-

That was probably when he first entered the institute.

I don't know which day it happened, or maybe overnight, Lin Han suddenly felt that the people around him became noisy.

There were always subtle sounds in his ears, but when he turned around, no one was speaking. Lin Han felt upset, and at the same time, he felt that the sounds were like ants scratching his eardrums, piercing them minutely and densely all the time, which made him 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 his hands only touched him once before moving away. However, Lin Han heard the other person's familiar tone in his ears——

【Let’s eat noodles tonight. 】

Later, Lin Han asked several colleagues for verification, and the results were all without exception.

He possesses the so-called "mind-reading ability".

No matter who it is, as long as they touch the other person's hand, what that person is thinking at the moment will naturally appear in his ears in the form of the other person's voice.

Fortunately, mechas don't do this. They are always quiet, with a cold gentleness that is unique to metal and machinery.

From that day on, he began to wear white gloves and would not take them off until necessary, turning into what everyone calls an "extremely mysophobic" person.

-

Lin Han had been busy all night. His physical strength was really poor and he was too focused. By the time he made a preliminary repair plan, a long time had passed.

As soon as he relaxed, the sleepiness that had been suppressed by his mental power surged over him.

Lin Han wanted to go back to his research laboratory to rest, but he was too exhausted. In the end, he squeezed his gloves and leaned on the driver's seat in the cabin and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, he was woken up by Shen Xiunan knocking on the cockpit door.

Shen Xiunan had long been accustomed to the normalcy of this workaholic, and looked at him helplessly: "Didn't I give you nutritional supplements last night? How late did you stay up?"

Lin Han didn't answer directly. He put on his gloves and adjusted his uniform. When he met Shen Xiunan's reproachful eyes, he felt a little guilty. He softened his tone and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

"This," Shen Xiunan sighed, then without concealing the look of envy in his eyes, shook the delicate gold-gilded envelope in his hand, "You are the only one in the entire institute who has been invited to the invitation to the admiral's celebration banquet."