Can read minds and not mark

Lin Han stopped laughing after a while and looked at He Yunting in the picture.

The color of the light screen was a little distorted, and the other party's handsome face was still expressionless, but the color of his hair was dyed a little golden after the information was processed, and the blue eyes were also darker.

"Don't embarrass Lieutenant Colonel Lu," Lin Han said. "If his mecha needs annual inspection, he can send it directly to the institute. If there are no other problems, there is no need to repair it."

Lu Anhe's mood fluctuated greatly in these few minutes, and he quickly reviewed that he should not laugh at the leader in front of his face, and praised Mr. Lin one more point.

If He Yunting hadn't been there, he would have wanted to hug his thigh without any image and cry out his gratitude.

"Yes." He Yunting responded briefly.

"Let Lieutenant Colonel Lu pass over the relevant documents that need to be handed over. I will contact the hospital tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow..."

"I'll ask Lu Anhe to come pick you up." He Yunting interrupted.

Lin Han didn't understand it for a moment: "Huh?"

"You don't need to worry about the procedures." He Yunting said.

Lu An was fighting with a carp and quickly added: "Yes, yes, Mr. Lin, I will help you complete the formalities! When you are ready, tell me and I will pick you up!"

"But your base is completely closed, right? Then should I go home and clean up..."

"The base has special rooms with everything you need." He Yunting continued to add coldly.

"..." Lu Anhe wanted to cover his face again.

As soon as you compliment someone on their beauty, you want them to appear in front of you without any preparation.

This was too blunt, too straightforward, and quite aggressive.

I wonder if Mr. Lin will be angry after hearing this.

But Lu Anhe was really afraid that if he tried to trick his wife again, He Yunting would take advantage of the wife he had just protected, so he decided to continue to help He Yunting: "It's okay, Mr. Lin, or I'll come home with you later to get it! Don't do it!" Leave all your worries to me!"

It was probably because Lu Anhe's sincere attitude infected Lin Han. In the end, the beautiful Mr. Lin said "Oh", responded, and hung up the communication.

The command room returned to calm.

Lu Anhe quietly put the key that was about to be swallowed back into his pocket, walked quietly to the door, opened it, and prepared to slip out quietly.

"Wait." He Yunting suddenly stopped him.

A chill ran down Lu Anhe's spine. Could it be that he had any new tricks?

He Yunting was still staring at the group of recruits on the screen who were tortured to death by training, without looking back: "Use my ID to get a gun."

Lu Anhe put away his joking expression and was stunned.

"The autopsy report hasn't come back yet," He Yunting's eyes flashed with images from the surveillance camera, "He's here, there can be no surprises."

-

Lin Han's business trip to the base soon spread throughout the institute.

After He Yunting came twice in person, even though everyone had no ill intentions, they still secretly speculated about the relationship between Lin Han and He Yunting.

Some people said that the general just loved the mecha, but someone immediately refuted that he had to come and pick it up in person after it was repaired, obviously because he wanted to see Lin Han one more time.

Some people even heard rumors that He Yunting specially invited Lin Han to dance at the prince's dinner party.

In addition, the institute could receive insider calls from Lu Anhe from time to time these days, which further allowed them to confirm that there must be a relationship between the two that is not just strangers.

A top Alpha and an excellent Omega with SSS mental power are simply a match made in heaven.

No one has any objection to Lin Han going to the base this time. After all, this spot should have been given to him a few years ago, but Lin Han himself didn't want to go.

Even though the mechas he once designed and manufactured made him famous, due to his low profile and ability to read minds, he was unwilling to attend various occasions. Gradually, everyone only remembered such an excellent mecha master. , but couldn’t even tell his name and gender.

Therefore, Lin Han still wonders from time to time why he accepted the invitation to the celebration banquet by mistake.

The design of the new generation of mecha is still being prepared, and the drawings have been revised again and again. After communicating with his colleagues, Lin Han decided to take away the drawings of the main mecha part, and when dealing with the remaining details, if there are any doubts, just use Communicator contact.

After explaining the problem, he was about to change clothes and wait for Lu Anhe to come over, when a colleague stopped him.

The colleague had heard about the base and asked puzzledly: "But I heard that after the pilot selection started, the mecha base was completely closed. Lin Han, will your communicator not be able to get through there?"

Lin Han was stunned for a moment, then recalled that when Lu Anhe contacted him just now, he used He Yunting's uninterrupted internal line: "It seems so."

The few of them were silent for a while. Lin Han thought about it and said hesitantly: "If you really have something urgent to come to me, you should be able to... contact the general's internal line. Just ask him to transfer it to me."

The colleague nodded secretly in his heart: Is the legend true?

As he was handing the drawings to his colleague, Lin Han, who had just changed clothes and took off his gloves, touched the colleague's hand.

[So Lin Han really has a special relationship with the general, right? ! 】

"..." Lin Han retracted his hand silently, with a subtle expression on his face.

He thought for a while and decided to refute this rumor: "By the way, the general and I really just have a purely social relationship, nothing else."

Of course, what the general thinks of himself remains to be considered.

The colleague thought that Lin Han had heard this rumor elsewhere, so he explained this sentence in passing. He quickly said: "Okay, okay, other people have no other meaning when they say this. Don't take it seriously."

Lin Han smiled at his colleagues and did not pursue any further questions.

When Lu Anhe came to pick him up and pack his things, Lin Han silently stuffed a few more pairs of gloves into his bag.

-

Lu Anhe was very efficient. He first took Lin Han home from the base, and then waited for him to finish packing and drive to the base. Although the journey was long and separated by two districts, fortunately, He Yunting's aircraft did not have to queue up to wait for the star path. After half a day, Lin Han Han came to the legendary mecha land.

The base is very large and is divided into seven regions according to different types of mechas. He Yunting has the highest say. In addition, each region has strict jurisdiction and is related to each other but also different.

The first and second bases are the core of the seven regions, and this time the pilot selection is held at the first base.

There is a corridor after walking in from the face recognition gate. After passing by the Feng Ji Mirror, there is a long wall of merits. There are records of the military who have made contributions to the empire in the past.

He Yunting's information was very conspicuous, and Lin Han couldn't help but slow down and take a look.

The other person's ID photo is no different from his own, both look cold and unapproachable. Below is his current military rank, followed by a row of text listing his various achievements.

Lin Han couldn't finish reading so much at once, and he was too embarrassed to ask Lu Anhe to wait for him. He could only look back twice before jogging to keep up with Lu Anhe.

Lu Anhe first took Lin Han to the room that had been arranged long ago. The empire's economy was prosperous. After those difficult times in the early years, Lin Han's room was almost optimally equipped, with everything needed, even to take care of the mecha masters. , and also borrowed a set of small detectors from the research institute to facilitate work.

Lin Han put the things away, took another pair of gloves and put them on, and then asked Lu Anhe: "Where are we going now?"

He thought he would take him directly to the training ground or find He Yunting.

As a result, Lu Anhe shook his head, narrowed his eyes and smiled and asked Lin Han to follow him. After walking for a while, the two of them arrived at their destination.

Lu Anhe pushed open the heavy door: "The admiral is waiting for you inside."

Then he didn't follow in, but exited and closed the door.

He thinks he's awesome.

Lu An and Shan knew that they should leave the two of them alone, but they didn't know that their boss's image was completely ruined in the eyes of the beautiful Mr. Lin.

-

Lin Han didn't expect that the first time he saw He Yunting at the base would be in the shooting training room.

He Yunting stood in front of him wearing a straight blue military uniform. When he saw Lin Han coming, he didn't say much and just handed over what he had in his hand.

It's a miniature pistol.

Lin Han took it hesitantly: "...for me?"

"Yeah." He Yunting didn't explain, "Can you use it?"

Lin Han thought for a moment and probably knew that He Yunting meant to defend himself. He looked at the gun in his hand and shook his head: "Not very good."

He Yunting nodded without surprise: "This is a particle laser bullet, and its operation is easier than others."

Lin Han tried to fiddle with it and said helplessly: "General, I don't know how."

He Yunting pursed his lips, as if hesitating.

He was not close to Lin Han, and after handing over the gun, he took a step back.

Maybe it was because Lin Han was in an inexplicable bad mood last time that He Yunting was a little cautious and wanted to say something. In the end, he restrained himself and did not step forward. He just took a handful of the same one and taught Lin Han, and at least he learned the basic method of using it.

"Try it."

He Yunting picked up the gun in his hand and almost didn't aim. He raised his wrist and hit the target cleanly with a "bang".

Lin Han followed suit several times, but in the end he didn't even fire a single shot.

"Your hand is unstable." He Yunting put down the gun and said.

Lin Han himself knew that there were a lot of problems, but the actual operation was not simple. He tried again and still failed.

He Yunting looked at him for a long time, pressed the corners of his cold lips downward, and then walked towards Lin Han.

"Do you mind?" he asked.

Lin Han said nothing.

Fortunately, he was thinking, he was wearing gloves.

Seeing that he didn't answer, He Yunting tentatively walked over, and the distance between the two finally closed.

Lin Han usually didn't like others to get too close to him, let alone such an Alpha with absolute oppressive power. But now, surprisingly, he didn't reject it too obviously.

He Yunting stretched out his left hand and covered Lin Han's white gloves.

"Hold on tight." He said solemnly.

Lin Han reluctantly calmed down, listened to what He Yunting said, and took a deep breath.

"Don't be afraid, follow the movements of my hands."

"focus."

"boom--!"

There was a loud noise, and Lin Han was confused. When he came back to his senses, he saw the bullet hole exactly in the center of the circle.

"Continue." He Yunting did not let go of his hand.

Lin Han's mind was slightly confused and he wanted to try to keep up with the opponent's rhythm.

Suddenly, I smelled a very faint scent of oud.

It was so indifferent that if he hadn't been distracted, he wouldn't have noticed it.

But He Yunting's expression was still serious, and Lin Han felt that he was thinking too much.

He tried to regain his composure and fired again.

-

Even with a micro gun, it can still be a bit tiring for a novice after practicing for a while.

When the two of them took a break, Lin Han put down his gun and walked up to He Yunting, who had been two steps away from him since the training ended.

"General." There was some sweat on Lin Han's forehead. Before he could catch his breath, he took a breath and said to He Yunting, "Thank you."

The expression on He Yunting's face fluctuated slightly.

Soon, he spoke.

"Lin Han." Every time He Yunting calls his name, the last syllable that escapes from his throat is always only half pronounced. It is concise and short, with a low sexy tone, as if he is born with a bewitching muteness, "You You don’t need to call me ‘you’ when you call me from now on.”

I can't stand using honorifics all the time.