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

The color of the light screen is a little distorted, and the other party's handsome face is still expressionless, but the hair color has been dyed a little golden after the information processing, and the blue eyes have deepened a bit.

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

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

If it wasn't for He Yunting still there, he would have wanted to hug his thigh and cry in gratitude.

"Yeah." He Yunting replied briefly.

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

"I asked Lu Anhe to come pick you up." He Yunting interrupted.

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

"You don't have to worry about the formalities." He Yunting said.

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

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

"The base has a special room with everything." He Yunting continued to add coldly.

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

As soon as you compliment someone beautiful, you want people to appear in front of you without any preparation.

It was too straight, too straight, and quite aggressive.

I don't know if Mr. Lin will be angry when he hears it.

But Lu Anhe was really afraid that he would do something wrong again, and that the wife he had just protected would be tossed by He Yunting again, so he decided to continue helping He Yunting round: "It's all right, Mr. Lin, or I'll come with you later to get it home! Don't! Worry, leave it to me!"

It was probably Lu Anhe's sincere attitude that infected Lin Han, but in the end, the beautiful Mr. Lin answered with an "oh" and hung up the communication.

The command room returned to calm.

Lu Anhe quietly put the key that was about to be swallowed by himself back into his pocket, walked around to the door lightly, opened the door, and prepared to sneak out quietly.

"Wait." He Yunting suddenly stopped him.

Lu An and his back froze, does he have any new tricks?

He Yunting still stared at the group of recruits who were tortured to death by training on the screen, without turning his head: "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 pictures on the monitor, "He's here, there can be no accident."

The news of Lin Han's business trip to the base soon spread throughout the research institute.

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

Some people say that the general just loves mechas, but someone immediately refuted that they have to come and pick them up in person after they have been repaired, obviously just want to take a look at Lin Han.

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

In addition, these days, the research institute has been able to connect with Lu Anhe's internal calls from time to time, which further confirmed that there must be a relationship between the two other than strangers.

A top-level alpha and an excellent omega with spiritual power are simply a match made in heaven.

There was no objection to Lin Han going to the base this time. After all, this quota should have been given to him a few years ago, but Lin Han himself did not want to go.

Even though the mecha he designed and manufactured made him famous, but due to his low profile and mind-reading skills, he was reluctant to attend various occasions, and gradually everyone only remembered that there was such an excellent mecha master , but could not even name his name and gender.

Therefore, Lin Han still wonders from time to time, why he received the invitation to the celebration banquet in the first place, but unexpectedly agreed.

The design of the new generation of mecha is still under preparation, and the drawings have been changed and changed. After communicating with colleagues, Lin Han decided to take away the drawings of the main mecha part. If there are any doubts about the handling of the remaining details, use communicator contact.

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

The colleague had heard about the base and was puzzled: "But I heard that after the pilot selection started, the mech land was completely closed. Lin Han, will your communicator fail 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 inside line: "It seems so."

A few people were silent for a while, Lin Han thought for a while, then hesitantly said, "If you are really in a hurry, 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?

Just as he was handing the blueprint 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 an unusual relationship with the admiral, right? ! 】

"..." Lin Han silently retracted his hand, the expression on his face was a little subtle.

After thinking about it, he decided to refute the rumor: "By the way, the general and I are really just a simple social relationship, nothing else."

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

The colleague thought that Lin Han had heard the rumor elsewhere, so he explained the sentence by the way, and quickly said: "Okay, okay, other people say this has no other meaning, don't take it to heart."

Lin Han smiled at his colleague and did not pursue it.

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

Lu Anhe was very efficient. First, he brought Lin Han home from the base, and then waited for him to pack up and drove to the base. Although the journey was long, it was separated by two districts. Fortunately, He Yunting's aircraft did not have to wait in line for the star path. After a long time, Lin Han Han came to the legendary Mechanoid Land.

The base is very large, and it is divided into seven regions according to the different types of mechas. He Yunting has the highest voice. In addition, each region has strict jurisdiction and is interrelated and different.

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

There is a corridor after entering through the face recognition gate. After passing the Fengji mirror, there is a long row of meritorious walls. There are records of the troops who have always contributed to the empire.

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

The ID photos of the other party were no different from their own, they were all cold and unapproachable. Below is his current military rank, followed by a row of text listing his various exploits.

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

Lu Anhe first brought Lin Han to the room that had been arranged for a long time. The empire's economy was prosperous. After the hard times in the early years, Lin Han's room was almost the best configuration. , and also borrowed a set of small detectors from the research institute to facilitate work.

Lin Han put the things away and put on another pair of gloves before asking Lu Anhe, "Where are you 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, squinted and smiled and asked Lin Han to follow him. After walking for a while, the two arrived at their destination.

Lu Anhe pushed open the heavy door: "The Admiral will be waiting for you inside."

Then he did not follow, but exited and closed the door.

He thought he was awesome.

Lu An and Shan knew that they should be left alone, but they didn't know that in the eyes of the pretty Mr. Lin, the image of their eldest eldest was so shattered.

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

He Yunting stood in front of him in a straight blue military uniform. Seeing Lin Han coming, he didn't say much, just handed over the things in his hand.

It's a miniature pistol.

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

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

Lin Han thought for a while, probably knowing that He Yunting meant to defend himself, looked at the gun in his hand, and shook his head: "Not really."

He Yunting nodded unexpectedly: "This is a particle laser bullet, the operation is easier than others."

Lin Han tried to fiddle with it and said helplessly, "General, I won't."

He Yunting pursed his lips, as if hesitating for something.

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

Maybe it was Lin Han's inexplicable bad mood last time that made He Yunting a little cautious and wanted to say something, but in the end he restrained himself and didn't step forward. He just took a handful of the same teaching Lin Han, and at least he learned the basics of how to use it.

"Try it."

He Yunting picked up the gun in his hand, barely aiming, he lifted his wrist, and with a "bang", he hit the bullseye cleanly.

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

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

Lin Han himself knew a lot of problems, but the actual operation was really not easy. He tried again and still failed.

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

"Do you mind?" he asked.

Lin Han didn't speak.

Fortunately, he was wearing gloves, he was thinking.

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

Lin Han usually doesn't like others to be too close to him, not to mention that the other party is such an alpha with absolute pressure. But now, he has surprisingly not rejected it too clearly.

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He Yunting stretched out his left hand and put it on Lin Han's white glove.

"Hold tight," he said in a low voice.

Lin Han reluctantly settled down, and after hearing what He Yunting said, he took a deep breath.

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

"concentrate."

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and Lin Han was a little dazed. When he came back to his senses, he saw a bullet hole that was exactly the same as the center of the circle.

"Continue." He Yunting didn't let go.

Lin Han's mind was a little confused, trying to keep up with the other party's rhythm.

Suddenly, smelled a very faint ebony fragrance.

So light that if he hadn't lost his mind, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

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

He tried to calm down and fired again.

Even with a miniature gun, after practicing for a while, it is still a bit tiring for a novice.

When the two were resting, Lin Han put down the gun and walked in front of He Yunting, who had been two steps away from him since the end of the training.

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

The expression on He Yunting's face fluctuated slightly.

Soon, he opened his mouth.

"Lin Han." Every time He Yunting called his name, the last syllable that escaped from his throat was always only half-pronounced, concise and short, with a deep sexy, like a natural bewitching mute, "You Call me in the future, and you don't need to call me 'you'."

Always with honorifics, I can't stand it.

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