"The Admiral is back."

When others said this, Lin Han was sitting next to the machine conducting routine tests.

Wearing dust-proof glasses, he stared at the dashboard attentively, taking notes from time to time. The name that resounded across the world from others didn't seem to affect him at all.

Several young trainees were talking enthusiastically. He didn't listen carefully, but he thought it must be related to the upcoming celebration banquet.

Since the empire completely ruled the M galaxy, there is one name that has always resonated loudly - he is the youngest general of the empire, the sharpest spear, the invincible sword, the hardest armor, the one who pierces through thorns, the symbol of

The sharp blade of victory.

Another nebula once spread that as long as He Yunting remains standing, he will be the absolute defense line of the M galaxy - unless you are willing to block an entire planet to deal with him alone.

...It turns out that a certain small planet really tried to overestimate its capabilities and wanted to unite with the star thieves to defeat it.

Unfortunately, before the two sides could launch a general attack on him, General He led an elite team around him to take the initiative and annihilate the opponent in one fell swoop.

Except for the general's personal mecha, which was slightly damaged by the despicable star thief, there was no loss at all.

And today is the day of his triumph.

Lin Han lowered his eyes, put away the data recorder he carried with him, took off his glasses, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The sequelae of doing one thing at high intensity for a long time is that people always feel very tired at the end. He pinched his eyebrows, and there was a hint of tiredness in his expression.

The trainee researchers who were talking on the side were discussing how General He drove his own mecha and led his most trusted subordinates into the enemy camp, invincible... After seeing Lin Han coming over, the discussion came to an end.

They knew that Lin Han was not interested in anything except mecha design and repair.

A young man who was very observant said tentatively: "Teacher Lin, why don't you go back today? Why don't you go and rest for a while... By the way, your gloves."

Lin Han nodded, said "Okay", took the white gloves placed on the operating table, being very careful not to touch the young man's hand, and asked: "When will the damaged mecha be delivered?"

"About half an hour."

Lin Han looked up at the time and put on his white gloves.

Everyone seemed to be accustomed to his mysophobia and understood it very well. One of the boys bowed to him politely, with a sly look in his eyes: "Teacher Lin, look at now..."

Of course Lin Han knew what the young man meant and did not embarrass the other party. He smiled gently: "I know, you guys have a hard time today, and you won't be able to do the rest of the work. Go back early, and I won't keep you here."

Hearing these words, the eyes of several young men immediately brightened up, and they did not hide the excitement on their faces: "Okay, Teacher Lin! Don't stay up too late!"

Lin Han bent his eyes and patted one of the teenagers on the shoulder with his slender fingers wearing white gloves: "Okay. Pay attention to safety on the road."

The third floor of the institute was immediately filled with the chattering voices of teenagers. This time Lin Han heard clearly that the topic did revolve around the general known as the Empire's Blade.

Lin Han has a good personality, and after taking them for a month, those who had previously admired him have not lost their respect for him, but they have become much more courageous, and they can say many things in front of him.

Some young men would add actions when talking about excitement, eager to let the listeners know how brave and powerful General He was; and the listeners nodded repeatedly, full of admiration.

As they talked, several people walked out of the gate and walked together towards the place where the public aircraft was parked. Lin Han withdrew his gaze and returned to his previous position.

Compared to the general, he was more concerned about the damaged mecha that was about to be transported.

It's getting late, and night always comes unexpectedly during these days.

Lin Han raised his head and looked at the sky that had drooped down at some point.

The starry sky of the Empire seems to remain unchanged forever.

Even though I live on the richest planet in the M galaxy, I still want to look up at the stars.

The sky is gray and not bright yet.

I do have some mysophobia myself, but it is far from being as exaggerated as the rumors say.

There was no one around, so he took off his gloves and looked down at his hands.

The skin on the back of the hand is very thin, the joints are clear and the fingers are slender, with a cold white color.

These hands look no different from anyone else's.

Only he himself knows——

These hands have a secret.

At this moment, the door of the cubicle opened, and another person wearing the same research institute uniform as Lin Han walked in and got him a nutrient supplement: "Not done yet?"

"Thank you." When Lin Han saw someone coming, he put on his gloves again and took it, saying, "The repaired mecha will be shipped over soon. I have to take a look."

Shen Xiunan said: "The generals are back now, so they shouldn't be in a hurry...forget it, it's useless to tell you. Workaholic."

Lin Han responded, unscrewed the nutritional supplement and took a sip. Even though Shen Xiunan specially chose a flavor that was not so hard to swallow for him, his body still couldn't like this thing physiologically. Lin Han couldn't help but frown slightly.

, but still continued to drink a whole bottle of nutritional supplements: "You go first."

Shen Xiunan glanced at him worriedly and hesitated to speak.

Of course Lin Han knew what he wanted to say, and gave his friend and colleague a reassuring look, "You can get off work early and I'll just check it out. Anyway, nothing will happen to me when I get back."

"Sometimes I really feel like you are like a machine." Shen Xiunan pursed her lips and spoke slowly, with some doubts and dissatisfaction, "You really regard the institute as your home, not to mention you go home, you go home too

Guarding your pile of mecha parts and academic materials is no different from being in the institute."

He paused for a moment and then added: "But what I sent here is the general's mecha... To be honest, if I didn't have the ability to repair it, I would also like to see it up close."

Lin Han said nothing and lowered his eyes slightly. He could not see any other emotions. He was neither angry nor defensive.

He stood upright, wearing the uniform white uniform of the institute, with a slim figure, and his hair and eyebrows were pure and calm black. The nameplate on the upper left side was engraved with his identity - position, gender, and mental strength.

Core mecha designer of the Imperial Mecha Research Institute, omega, mental power: sss.

There are many labels attached to him, including mental strength that is almost impossible for an omega to possess, the highest scorer hired by the institute in recent years, a mecha genius, a gentle personality, beauty, humility, and a germaphobe who always wears white gloves.

patient.

"But speaking of which, the general's exclusive mecha doesn't even have a name," Shen Xiunan flipped through the report, "It's just called...number m2742. It sounds like it was mass-produced."

Many people will name their mechas. For example, the admiral's adjutant has a mecha with extremely strong defense, which is named "Aegis Shield" by its owner.

Lin Han didn't answer, but raised his hand to check the time, and asked Shen Xiunan with a smile: "Aren't you getting off work?"

"Xiaxiaxiaxia, I'm still rushing back." Shen Xiunan said, "I'm just here to deliver nutritional supplements to you. Then I'll go and rest when you feel tired. There's no need to push yourself too hard."

Lin Han blinked at him and smiled: "Yeah, I know."

Shen Xiunan thought to himself that it would be useless even if you knew it a hundred times: "What I said is true. The situation is relatively stable now. You know your own physical strength. What's more, General He is back today. What's wrong? It’s worrisome—”

At this point, he suddenly paused: "Speaking of which, His Majesty the Emperor seems to be celebrating the general's triumph and is planning to hold a celebration banquet for him personally."

Lin Han had heard the word "General He" several times today: "Yeah. I heard Xi's children say it before."

After all, Shen Xiunan is the same age as Lin Han, and is obviously much calmer than those teenagers. However, he can't hide his excitement when he mentions this name: "It's just a celebration banquet prepared for the general, but will he himself show up?" It's all the same thing. I've only met the general once in all these years, and it was from a long distance..."

His voice was lowered, as if he was a little regretful, and he turned to ask Lin Han: "By the way, have you seen him?"

"Admiral?" Lin Han spoke softly, his voice was cool, and these two words came out of his mouth unexpectedly pleasant to the ear.

His thick black eyes moved, he shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it before."

Shen Xiunan nodded: "Think about it. Let's go."

A workaholic who spends his whole day buried in a research institute, and a general who is regarded as the sharp edge of the empire, it is strange to meet him.

As soon as Shen Xiunan left, Lin Han's communicator rang, and finally there was a different look on his face: "Send it directly to the sixth repair room. I'll be there right away."

Five minutes later, he finally stood in front of the dark blue mecha.

Lin Han was stunned.

This is actually a...two-person mecha.

He took the elevator and approached this behemoth.

The number m2742 is slightly larger than the average mecha. The fuselage has been cleaned and has a cold and charming metallic color. The left arm is intact, and half of the right arm is missing. The cutting edges are sharp, and even the circuit connections are cleanly broken. Look The upper part is cut off by life and death.

Lin Han couldn't help but frown.

Is this considered minor damage?

Other colleagues were off work. He originally wanted to ask for another detailed report, but now it seems he can only do it himself.

Lin Han controlled the elevator to move up slowly.

Lin Han stood up with the palm of the left palm of the mecha facing up. The dark blue metal palm supported him in a white uniform. The emotionless mecha seemed to have the illusion of carefully protecting him.

Lin Han used the sensor key to open the left mecha cabin. Before he could walk in, he smelled the smell of engine oil mixed with blood.

He lowered his head and was surprised to see dried blood on the cockpit.

It turned out that not only the mecha was damaged, but the pilot was also injured.

But apart from what others said about "slight damage to the mecha," no one seemed to have mentioned this situation. The emperor was even preparing a celebration banquet for him.

There is a data recording box similar to a black box inside the mecha. It must be taken out first to know the specific extent of damage.

Lin Han was very good at this and removed the record box belonging to this two-person mecha at an extremely fast speed.

When the mecha is seriously damaged or fatally attacked, it can also completely record and save data. In the event of an emergency, the pilot can also leave a recording to tell the repairman exactly what happened.

Lin Han took it off and returned to the cockpit with the screen shattered beyond repair.

As soon as he opened the record box, he heard a voice that was colder than the metal around the mecha -
Chapter completed!