Psychics don't die from gunfire

"——Agalemal, tell me your understanding of [One-third Luck]."

Song Shi's voice sounded in the whistling airflow in front of him.

He was driving his motorcycle across the desolate rocky land, and the turbulent wind swept over him, making his clothes rustle.

"Wait, wait a minute -" Agalemal was sitting in the back seat. Hearing Song Shi's words, he hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but said loudly: "Is it better to talk about this later?"

He turned his head and looked at the jeep behind him. This old-fashioned-looking jeep had completely worn off its license plate and logo. It was hanging hundreds of meters away with the same high speed but not a close attitude.

"Are you afraid?" Song Shi asked back.

——The barrel of the gun on the other side is almost sticking out of the car window!

Agalemal shouted in his heart.

"Then you should wait until later to be afraid." Song Shi said, "The following people will not be the only ones who will enter the venue later."

"Is there anyone else?!"

"When I asked about the location of the extinct volcano, someone else heard it nearby." Song Shi said in a relaxed tone: "Do you know how the ancients hunted? One part was responsible for ambush from the front, and the other part was responsible for chasing from behind, driving the prey to the predetermined location. "

"——Then what are we doing now?!" Agalemal's expression tightened.

Song Shi sighed.

"I originally planned to teach you about psychic skills. Although I am Dayuan, I still need to understand at least a little more about revelation than you do now."

"But you must warm up a little."

Amidst Agalemal's sudden change of expression, a terrifying heat suddenly enveloped him. He tried his best to open his eyes, only to see red-gold flames spurting out from around Song Shi, and one flame star after another appeared and burned!

Song Shi combined his two fingers and moved backward.

The next moment, flaming stars were like rain!

At the moment when the flames were surging, the jeep behind them reacted and swerved to the right to avoid it. At the same time, someone leaned out half of his body and raised his gun to shoot at the flame star.

Some of the flame stars were shot and exploded in mid-air, or were directly avoided by the jeep, but not all of them were avoided in the end.

So, the dust settled.

--boom!

Several flame stars directly hit the jeep. At the critical moment, someone did not hesitate to pull open the door and knocked out of the jeep. Before he could find a chance to prepare a counterattack, the jeep exploded like fireworks, with wisps of flames sputtering towards the surroundings.

People who jumped out of the jeep in advance will also be infected and drowned.

For prosthetic people who have undergone various modifications and implanted prosthetics, "fire" and "burning" are no longer fatal. Even the slogans of many bionic skins emphasize resistance to cutting, acid etching, burning, etc.

This is especially true for these people who use force to make a living in the wasteland.

They don't care about cyberpsychosis. They only know that if they don't install enough prosthetics and they are not powerful enough, they will be dead. Their bionic skin and subcutaneous carapace combination is used to prevent bullets.

However, today is different from usual.

With the blessing from [Boiling Blood], the effect of [Ember] has also been enhanced.

However, in the blink of an eye, the few wisps of flames staining the body that had been ignored at first expanded rapidly, swelled with the wind, and engulfed the whole person. Amid the horrifying screams, everything turned into black ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye!

From the time when the flames surged out around Song Shi until the jeep was completely burned out, only a few breaths passed.

Agalemal's eyes hadn't even fully reacted yet, they were still wide open.

"This, this" he murmured in an unbelievable tone: "This is psychic energy?"

At this moment, an indescribable surging feeling arose in his heart. He remembered that the other party said that he was the second ring - but the second ring! And he is now in the first ring, which is just one step away.

As long as he is promoted to the second ring, doesn't it mean that he can become so strong?

He was greatly excited.

——It’s so promising, psychic energy!

As if he guessed what the other party was thinking, Song Shi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything to extinguish the other party's illusions.

"Can you drive?" he suddenly asked.

"Ah uh, I can, I can!"

Agalemal reacted and nodded quickly.

"Now it's your turn to drive." Song Shi said, "In twenty minutes, you put me down and find a place to hide. Then wait another five minutes and you can come to the volcano."

"Ah?" Agalemal was stunned: "Aren't you going to talk about psychic skills?"

"You only get one chance, if you miss it, you'll lose it."

In Agalemal's stunned expression, Song Shi laughed, pulled out the heavy gun beside the motorcycle, and pressed it into his chest with "Refining Weapons into the Body".

"It's a joke, but I did change my mind." Song Shi raised his eyes and looked forward: "The remaining people confirmed our direction, and we are indeed heading to the extinct volcano - now they are all gathered there, waiting Follow us."

"Then why should we change direction now?"

"Didn't you say so?"

Song Shi smiled and said, "Kill them all."

"The ritual of [Rendering] is to awaken an extinct volcano, but when it comes to historical and conceptual rituals, 'blood sacrifice' is a long-lasting fine tradition of human beings. Stuff all these people into the crater, and say Will the ceremony be more successful?"

Agalemal swallowed and did not dare to speak.

Thirty minutes later, when a human figure appeared in the artificial eye, the man who had been lying in ambush for a long time and holding a rifle could not help but be confused.

——No weapons?

The young man walking in the distance did not see the firearms and cold weapons he was carrying, and even the model of his artificial body could not be identified.

Is it a special artificial body with bionic effects? Or an implant completely buried in the body?

He muttered in his heart.

At this moment, someone suddenly said a few words in the temporary communication channel, which was immediately widely recognized.

The man was no exception. He still maintained an ambush posture, slightly raised the assault rifle that looked shoddy, but did not fire or show up.

Soon, when the young man in the distance was about to step into the land covered with light gray soil near the extinct volcano, a figure jumped out on his own initiative. Twenty meters in front of Song Shi, the two looked at each other.

"Song Shi. Right."

At least from the appearance, the man who jumped out was not old, about twenty years old. Both his hands have been replaced with prosthetic limbs, his upper body is in a leather jacket, and he holds a dark blue assault rifle in his arms.

He looked at Song Shi and said, "I know you."

"Oh?"

Song Shi stopped.

"You are from the Enlightened One." He said firmly, "The Security Bureau has issued a wanted order before. Although it has been revoked now, I haven't forgotten it."

Song Shi was really curious, and said with interest, "Since even the Security Bureau has revoked my wanted order, you dare to show up here? Aren't you afraid?"

"Why not? I heard that you Enlightened Ones have done something big recently, and even Jade Pharmaceuticals has been run away by you. The Security Bureau must not want to have a conflict, so they issued a wanted order." He interrupted Song Shi directly and laughed, "We are very scared."

"So, brother, let's do this." He He showed the gun in his hand, and said with a tolerant tone of confidence: "We really don't intend to be enemies with you, the Enlightened Ones. If you give us the savings of that guy Lant, no one will be hurt."

Song Shi asked: "Anything else?"

"Indeed, there is something else." He laughed again: "It doesn't matter what the name of the boy you brought out is, you have to hand him over to us."

He looked behind Song Shi: "Well, where did you hide him? Tell me, and you can leave if you tell me. How about it, it's a good deal, right?"

"One, two, three, seven people."

Song Shi nodded, as if he had finally counted something.

At the moment when the opponent suddenly changed and retreated violently, Chongshi appeared silently, and in the blink of an eye, a trace of red gold flow was dragged in the air.

——Then, cut the opponent!

Whether it was the subcutaneous carapace or the inner bulletproof vest, or even the rifle that was barely set up, it was like a piece of butter in front of Chongshi, easily cut open, and melted with a bang.

"Forget about it, we'll talk about it in the next life."

He pulled the heavy sword out of the opponent's chest and turned it casually. The barrage from afar was whistling.

The blazing flames flowed between the five fingers. Song Shi swept his left hand to the right, and the flames that rose up in the sky instantly covered his figure.

"You didn't even figure out the most basic target information, but you wanted to take action--"

A sword cut through the blocking tactical dagger, crushed the opponent's heart, and another thought drove several flame stars to project in another direction.

In the rain of bullets, Song Shi kept high-speed maneuvers, waving flames, and his voice sounded in a clear but disappointed tone.

"-Your quality is too low, and there is really no reason to live."

Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer, turned around and climbed onto his vehicle to escape, but Song Shi appeared next to the vehicle at some point.

He was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that he was the only one left in the communication channel.

"Anything else you want to say?"

And the man's answer was to open fire!

So, Song Shi nodded, turned to avoid the muzzle of the gun, and a stream of fire condensed into a line, piercing through the opponent and turning him into ashes.

"Alas"

At a certain moment, the roar of the locomotive engine sounded from the end of the horizon.

The heavy assassin was inserted into the ground and stood upright. Song Shi slowly sat on a bare rock, looked up at the sky, and sighed:

"It's boring."