Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 22

Pieces of the damaged side wing scattered in the distorted space. The mental network stirred violently as the mech lost its balance. It started spinning so frantically that the self-balance system has died.

Monoeye Hawk felt as if his twenty-three pairs of precious chromosomes would be spun out. Then, the protective gas profusely filled the entire cabin, wrapping around Monoeye Hawk tightly and taking away his hearing and sight. He was stuck in the mid air totally immobile, like an insect inside an amber. He caught a glance at Jingheng Lin in a blur, and it occurred to him, “Can his lone mental power handle this alone?”

Monoeye Hawk had heard of the famous General Lin, but because the battles he fought were not as famous and important as the “Battle of the Capital”, Monoeye Hawk had always thought quite low of him. He thought that Jingheng Lin was nothing more than a pretty face that the Military Commission picked out to represent them, giving his character a completely different packaging. All his deeds were just advertisement effect to cover the fact that he was, in fact, nothing special.

The urban myth of “invading fifteen mechs in one go” sounded impressive, only if one discounted the fact that his mech was Zhanlu!

Zhanlu could scare off pirates just by appearing in the battle field. Using the most elite weapon to beat off some losers should be incredibly easy to anyone who’s not a loser themselves.

However, this shabby little mech was not Zhanlu. It didn’t even have an AI system, and the protection system was already gone. Jingheng Lin had to take the hit they got as well as the enormous pressure from the jump. It was already very sturdy of him to not kneel down like 001. Monoeye Hawk decided to help him just for the sake of them being in the same ship.

Monoeye Hawk put his hand on the inner wall of the mech, and seeped into the roaring mental network to help Jingheng Lin, like a good-natured volunteer.

The mental network of the mech was more turbulent than he thought. Before he could orient himself, a piercing pain ran through his head.

“Get the fuck out!,” said Jingheng Lin.

Then the mental network of the mech ruthlessly bumped him out as an invader. Monoeye Hawk felt as if his head was poked by a steel needle. He almost fainted because of the pain.

Almost at the same time, Jingheng Lin forced another jump, ignoring the overheating alert and the fragmented side wing of the mech.

Monoeye Hawk’s lungs were going to be squeezed out of his mouth. During his brief connection with the mech’s mental network, he caught a glimpse at the second missile, which was waiting for them near their transfer point. It roared towards them, igniting the darkness,  missing them only by inches.

Two jumps almost drained all of the mech’s energy. Monoeye Hawk finally managed to stand after the mech completed the jump, and the protective gas was drained out of the cabin. His ears were still humming, “You…”

“My mech, my rules.” Jingheng Lin announced, “My mental network will not tolerate a second life form. This was only a warning. Next time, I’ll be less gentle, and you will be brain dead.”

Monoeye Hawk threatened, “When we land, I will shoot you in the head.”

“Sure. You’re welcome to try.”, Jingheng shrugged, “It’s always admirable to have dreams.”

Monoeye Hawk: “...”

I want to murder him right now.

The buzz in the mech due to overheating finally quieted down. The mech started to report damages and energy crisis, repositioning the coordinates.

Monoeye Hawk thought of the thrilling double attack and couldn't help but ask, “Hey, this is your mech right? How many years have you been in the Eighth Galaxy? Did you dig up someone’s grave or something? What got you such persistent assassination?"

This time, Jingheng Lin treated this old Persian cat as white noise and shut his ears. He assessed his surroundings and adjusted the route a little. He then shut down the energy system and let the mech glide freely on its own.

The ignored Monoeye Hawk was mad; this man had such an awful personality. Even looking at his back made Monoeye Hawk want to beat him up. No wonder he still had such a notorious name even after the Military Commission had hired eight hundred PR officers.

“Are you deaf or something?” The Monoeye Hawk said.

“Those were interstellar pirates,” Bixing Lu glided his wheelchair out the door of the medical station.

Bubbles surrounded his wounds, creating locally sterile environments. Micro-scalpels were operating on his wounds inside the bubbles, with progress bars on top that signified the progress of repair.