Psychics don't die from gunfire

"——Looks like a tough guy."

A deliberately low voice sounded from the wireless headset buried deep in the skull. Because of not eating and drinking for a long time, the voice was obviously hoarse.

But compared to the hoarseness, the voice was more irritable.

The middle-aged man nicknamed "Old Som" licked his cracked lips, and the high-standard artificial eye clearly captured the scene thousands of meters away.

As a senior practitioner who eats this bowl of rice in the wasteland, he knows that "equipment" is more important than "weapons"-killing only requires one bullet, and confirming the target, selecting the object, and ensuring escape are the real problems.

——This pair of high-standard implanted artificial eyes is the embodiment.

The scene within thousands of meters can be clearly seen, and it also has an image recognition system. In addition, he spent a lot of money to buy an integrated data package that records the personal files of most Palose citizens from the officials of the Statistics Bureau under the Palose government, and combined the two to screen the hands-on targets.

"Let me see, Song Shi, high school dropout, just turned 19, no implant record from a regular hospital, what the hell?"

Looking at the figure galloping at high speed in the distance, and comparing the data files projected on the retina by the artificial eye, the middle-aged man looked ahead carefully again, and his tone gradually became confused: "Is this a student?"

The motorcycle driven by the other party was obviously modified, and with the eyes honed by the middle-aged man's hunting over the years, it can be judged that the prototype of this motorcycle before modification is definitely a high-end product.

The smooth driving skills displayed by the other party at the moment, and the umbrella hanging on the side of the motorcycle - no, it should be some kind of cold weapon storage device with an umbrella-like appearance.

This is nothing like the young man in the database, except for the appearance!

"Damn, a bunch of bastards, no business credit at all, fuck."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but curse. It was obvious that there was an error in the database, mixing the information of several different people together. This kind of thing has happened several times before. That bunch of bastards from the Statistics Bureau took the money and didn't even review and correct the errors. They just packed it up and sent it to me.

"Okay, stop yelling." The voice of his companion sounded in the headset, with an irrepressible meaning: "One word, do you want to do it or not."

Before the middle-aged man could answer, the other end of the headset said again: "I have to remind you that we haven't been open for almost a week. If you dawdle for a few more days, your dear Lida in the Fanshi Nightclub will be drunk into a puff."

"Don't make noise. Can't you see I'm thinking?"

Ignoring his companion's eagerness, the middle-aged man's tone was still hesitant.

Under the thick camouflage blanket that blends into the surrounding environment and isolates heat energy and electromagnetic searchlight, the middle-aged man moved slightly.

At this moment, he and his companion were crawling on both sides of the road in the wasteland. This is one of the few relatively intact roads, and it is the only way to the nearest gathering place "Shatu Town".

- At the same time, this is also a "toll section" that belongs to them.

The place ahead or behind is the territory of the rest of the people. There are countless people who want to eat this bowl of rice in the wasteland. In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts as much as possible, there is a default rule of territory division. Of course, the premise is that you have to take it down and occupy it yourself.

However, many times, when you encounter a big fish that is tempting enough, this so-called default rule will disappear instantly, and everyone will compete with their skills to swarm up to see who can grab a piece of meat.

"Hey! Hurry up!" The companion urged: "If you keep on dawdling, this guy will drive into Dart's territory!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and finally made up his mind.

To be honest, the characters who dare to walk alone in the wasteland are probably more or less a bit of a brush. But no matter how tricky it is, it will never be more troublesome than the transport team escorted by the company.

Even if it is the latter, as long as the value of the goods is high enough and there are enough bandits in the wasteland, they are not afraid to rush up and take a bite!

——Done!

The moment he was determined, the middle-aged man tore off the camouflage blanket, turned over suddenly, aimed at the motorcycle 300 meters away, and the muzzle began to roar wildly!

His action was so decisive that the sudden exclamation of his companions in the intracranial headset was too slow.

"Wait! Something is wrong! Be careful! That guy is a spirit--"

The roar of the motorcycle reached its limit at this moment, and the violent roar of the engine resounded everywhere.

The red-gold flames suddenly rose from Song Shi's body and spread violently to the surroundings, causing the kinetic energy of the bullets to decay and the metal bullets to melt. At the same time, the motorcycle completed the evasion with an almost counterintuitive operation, dragging a long and deep track on the ground.

In this high-speed turning process, the inertia force was enough to throw people out directly, but Song Shi let go of the handle.

He pressed a button on the dashboard, and the trunk of the motorcycle suddenly opened. The kinetic sniper rifle "Fang", which had been split into three sections in advance, jumped into the air. Song Shi leaned back slightly, and with a reaction speed far beyond that of a natural person, he completed the assembly in mid-air.

——【Fire】Fill.

Then, a dazzling stream of flames that was difficult to look at directly burst out from the muzzle of the "Fang", and in an instant, it passed a distance of nearly a thousand meters and hit the target in the distance!

The red stream trailed in the air has not yet completely dissipated.

——Boom!

On the ground a thousand meters away, a red-gold spherical field suddenly appeared, and then rapidly expanded, spreading to the surroundings, and finally exploded when it expanded to the limit, and the splashing flames swallowed the ground within a diameter of more than ten meters.

The companion's voice stopped abruptly.

That was exactly where the other party was hiding.

"The Quemu is indeed well adjusted." Song Shi knocked on the fangs, quite satisfied: "Well, with this shot, there should be less trouble on the road later."

The next moment, he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man two hundred meters away.

The latter was stunned for a moment and stepped back subconsciously.

Song Shi put the fangs back into the trunk, picked up his right hand, and killed it again.

The motorcycle started to gallop again, and the flames rose with the thoughts, lingering around the body.

Charge, slash.

So, cut it off in the middle.

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When the motorcycle passed the crooked and rusty sign with the three words [Shatu Town], it crossed the main road and stopped in front of a bar with old decoration.

The door of the bar was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in in a puff of smoke.

As soon as they entered the door, most people looked up and cast scrutinizing and covetous eyes, but Song Shi ignored them and walked straight to the bar.

At this moment, a voice broke the silence.

Thinking of the news he had heard not long ago, the person in front of him had crushed several veterans in a reckless manner. The bartender behind the bar suppressed his emotions, smiled, and pushed out a glass of amber liquid.

"Brother, the car is nice." He said, "This glass is my treat."

Song Shi raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not hesitate, and drank half a glass in one gulp.

"It's okay, but it's a little bitter." Song Shi put down the glass and tapped the bar table with his index finger: "But thank you anyway... I have something to ask, I wonder if it's convenient for you?"