"The Admiral is back."

When others said this, Lin Han was sitting next to the machine doing a routine test.

He wore dust glasses, stared intently at the instrument panel, and made records from time to time. The interstellar name that others said didn't seem to affect him at all.

A few apprentice teenagers were talking enthusiastically. He didn't listen carefully, but he thought it had something to do with the upcoming celebration feast.

Ever since the empire completely ruled the M galaxy, there has been a name that has been fascinated from beginning to end-he is the youngest general of the empire, the sharpest spear, the invincible sword, the hardest armor, the piercing thorn, the symbol of The blade of victory.

Another nebula once circulated that as long as He Yunting stood still, he would be the absolute line of defense for the M galaxy—unless you were willing to block an entire planet to deal with him alone.

... In the end, there was really a small planet trying to overstep its capabilities and wanted to unite with star thieves to defeat him.

Unfortunately, before the two sides launched a general attack on him, General He took the initiative to attack with an elite team beside him, annihilating the opponent in one fell swoop.

Except that the general's personal mecha was slightly damaged by the despicable star thief, there was no loss.

And today is his triumphant day.

Lin Han lowered his eyes, put away the data notebook, took off his glasses, and let out a light sigh of relief.

The sequelae of doing one thing at a high intensity for a long time is that it always makes people feel very tired at the moment of the end.

The trainee researcher who was talking on the side was discussing how General He drove his mecha and led his most trusted subordinates into the enemy camp.

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

A young man who can watch his words tentatively said: "Mr. Lin, are you still not going back today? Would you like to go to rest for a while... By the way, your gloves."

Lin Han nodded, said "Okay", took the white gloves on the console, being careful not to touch the boy'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 white gloves.

Everyone seems to be accustomed to his cleanliness and understand very well. One of the teenagers bowed to him politely, with a little slyness in his eyes: "Then Mr. Lin, look now..."

Of course Lin Han knew what the young man meant, so he didn't embarrass the other party, and smiled gently: "I see, you guys are working hard today, and you can't do the rest of the work. Go back early, and I won't leave you."

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

Lin Han rolled his eyes, and patted one of the teenagers on the shoulder with his long fingers wearing white gloves: "Okay. Be careful on the road."

The third floor of the academy was immediately filled with the chattering voices of the teenagers. This time, Lin Han heard it clearly, and the topic really revolved around the general known as the Imperial Blade.

Lin Han has a good personality and took them for a month. The admiration for him before was not diminished, but he was much more courageous and could say many things in front of him.

Some teenagers will add actions when talking about the rise, eager to let the listeners know how heroic and marvelous General He is; and the listeners nodded again and again, full of admiration.

The few people walked out of the gate while talking, and walked towards the place where the public aircraft was parked. Lin Han retracted his gaze and returned to his previous position.

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

It was getting late, and the night was always unexpected.

Lin Han looked up at the sky that was hanging down at some point.

The starry sky of the empire seems to never change.

Even though he lives on the richest planet in the M galaxy, he still wants to look up at the stars.

The sky is gray, and it will be bright.

Cleanliness does have some of its own, but it is far less exaggerated than rumors say.

No one was around, 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 distinct and the fingers are slender, with a cool white color.

The hands looked no different from others.

Only he knows-

These hands have a secret.

At this moment, the door of the compartment opened, and another person wearing the same institute uniform as Lin Han walked in and brought him a nutritional supplement: "Not finished yet?"

"Thank you." Lin Han saw someone coming, put on his gloves again to take it, and said, "The repaired mecha will be delivered soon, I have to take a look."

Shen Xiunan said: "The generals are back now, so I 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 picked out a less unpalatable flavor for him, his body still didn't like it physiologically. Lin Han couldn't help frowning slightly, but he continued to drink the entire nutritional supplement: "You go first."

Shen Xiunan glanced at him worriedly, but hesitated.

Of course Lin Han knew what he wanted to say, and gave his friend and colleague a soothing look, "You leave work early, I'll check it out. I'll be fine when I go back anyway."

"Sometimes I really think you are like a machine." Shen Xiunan pursed her lips, speaking slowly, with a little doubt and dissatisfaction, "You really treat the institute as your home, don't say you go home, you go home too Guarding your pile of mecha parts and academic materials is no different from being in a research institute."

He paused for a while, then said, "But the general's mecha was sent here... To be honest, if I didn't have the ability to repair, I would also like to meet up close."

Lin Han didn't speak, and lowered his eyes slightly, but he couldn't see any other emotions, neither angry nor defending.

He stood up straight, wearing the uniform white uniform of the research institute, with a thin body, and his hair and eyebrows were pure and quiet thick black. The badge on the upper left is engraved with his identity - position, gender, and spiritual power.

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

There are many labels affixed to him, the mental power that omega is almost impossible to possess, the highest scorer hired by the institute in recent years, mecha genius, gentle, beautiful, humble, and cleanliness who wears white gloves all the time patient.

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

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

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

"Come down, I'm still rushing back." Shen Xiunan said, "I'm here to give you nutritional supplements. Then I'll go, I'll rest when I feel tired, there's no need to push myself too hard."

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

Shen Xiunan thought that even if you knew it a hundred times, it would be useless: "What I said is true, the situation is relatively stable now, you know what your own physical strength is, not to mention that General He is back today, what is there to worry about? of"

Having said this, he suddenly paused: "Speaking of which, His Majesty the Emperor seems to be celebrating the victory of the general and is going to hold a celebration banquet for him in person."

Lin Han has heard the words "General He" several times today: "Well. I heard Xi's children say it before."

After all, Shen Xiunan is the same age as Lin Han, and he is obviously much calmer than those teenagers, but he can't hide his excitement when he mentions the name: "It's just a celebration banquet for the general, but whether he will show up or not will be the same. It's the same thing. I've only seen the admiral once in all these years, and it's the kind that's far away..."

He lowered his voice a little, as if he was a little regretful, and then asked Lin Han, "By the way, have you met him?"

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

His dark eyes moved a bit, shook his head, and said, "I haven't seen it before."

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

A workaholic who has been buried in the research institute all day, a general regarded as the sharp blade of the empire, it is strange to meet each other.

As soon as Shen Xiunan left, Lin Han's communicator rang, and a different expression finally appeared on his face: "Send it directly to the sixth repair room. I'll go right over."

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 got on the elevator and approached the behemoth.

The number m2742 is slightly larger than the average mecha, and the fuselage has been cleaned up and has a cold and attractive metallic color. The left arm is intact, the right arm is half missing, the incision edge is sharp, and even the electrical connection is broken cleanly, it looks like it has been cut off.

Lin Han couldn't help frowning.

Is this a slight breakage?

The other colleagues are off work, and he wanted another detailed report, but now it seems that he can only do it himself.

Lin Han manipulated the elevator to move up slowly.

With the left palm of the mecha facing up, Lin Han stood up. The dark blue metal palm supported him in the white uniform. The emotionless mecha somehow seemed to have the illusion that he was carefully protecting him.

Lin Han used the sensor key to open the left mecha cabin. Before he could go in, he smelled a bloody smell of engine oil.

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He lowered his head, not unexpectedly seeing the dried blood on the cockpit.

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

But except for the "slight damage to the mecha" that others say, no one seems to have mentioned this situation, and the emperor is even preparing a celebration feast for him.

There is a data recording box similar to a black box inside the mecha, and it must be removed first to know the specific degree of damage.

Lin Han is 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 record and save the data completely. In the event of an emergency, the pilot can also leave a recording to tell the repairer what happened.

Lin Han took it off and went back to the cockpit where the screen was shattered beyond repair.

As soon as he opened the record box, he heard a voice inside that was colder than the metal around the mecha——

"I'm He Yunting."

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