Psychics don't die from gunfire

"Hmph, the last supper."

Harold casually took off his apron, threw it aside, walked out of the makeshift kitchen, sunk into the sofa, and let out a long breath.

"Let me think about it, according to your custom, is there a saying that says, 'Well, you can go on your way after eating'?" Harold casually grabbed a handful of silica gel dried fruits with zero juice added and stuffed them into his mouth: "Then be cruel Eat hard!"

There are only two days left before the official start of "Operation Moth".

Probably for the sake of boosting morale, Arnan chose to hold a small party this evening - Harold volunteered to do most of the cooking.

".good."

Song Shi picked up a knife and fork and picked up a piece of synthetic meat covered in fat. The large amount of spices covered up the less-than-excellent texture of the meat, which was considered rich in flavor.

"Song Shi, come on, turn on the fire!" Harold also took a bite and clicked his tongue: "It's a bit cold. The stew needs to be boiled a little to make it taste better."

"Is it still cold? You won't replace your stomach with a prosthetic body, right?"

Song Shi sighed, and with a twist of his hand, a spark hit the stew pot, and then exploded in the next moment, rising into flames, lingering around the stew pot without spreading.

After being promoted to the second level, the "Power of the Great Source" can be freely released to achieve various operations similar to the "Fireball Technique".

Song Shi has not been idle these days. In addition to raising the upper limit of "fire seeds" he can hold from six to seven, he has also rehabilitated various psychic skills in the second ring stage to further improve control and other aspects.

And, he deeply explored and understood [Ember], a spiritual skill that he could not possess in his previous life.

"—Does anyone want a drink?"

Not far away, Flashing Star patted the machine beside him and suddenly raised his voice.

Except for the fighter who fell into "hibernation" again, everyone else looked at her.

"Is this an integrated mixing station?"

Looking at this machine, Song Shi was really surprised: "You still stuffed this in the stronghold?"

"I picked it up at a flea market some time ago, and I just recently figured out how to use it." Flashing Star shrugged, "That's what I thought. Having one in the base is good for mood regulation - take a look."

She pointed upward.

"Being in such a closed environment for a long time is harmful to people's mentality, such as causing depression, irritability and other emotions. Blind high pressure and seriousness will only bring more problems - we can't keep tight all the time."

The woman lifted her hair and sighed: "When I graduated from high school, I never thought that my future office would be here."

"Anyway."

She knocked on the machine, and the metal knuckles of the prosthetic leg made a crisp sound: "The catalog has been submitted. Does anyone want to try it?"

The display screen not far away was silent and automatic, and the projection equipment on both sides projected a light blue light screen, with a list of wine lists on it.

"Oh? Flashing Star, you still have such a good thing hidden?"

Harold became interested and looked at the projection list: "Let's get something strong! I want this, uh, 'belly punch'."

"OK, let me take a look at the recipe. A bit bitter, strong, and unlimited alcohol." Flashing Star looked at the mixing table. The latter was running automatically, combining the ingredients put in in advance and turning it into a drink with a little foam. : "——Done."

"Queye, shovel, what do you say?" Flashing Star snapped his fingers.

The former shook his head and refused, while the latter ordered a glass of feminine-flavored liqueur called "Moon Explosion" under the slightly surprised gazes of the others.

"Ah, Song knows your words."

"Just something with less alcohol." Song Shi tapped his temple: "I personally don't resist it, but I don't really like drinking either."

"If you understand your needs, I'll check. That's it." Flashing Star nodded with satisfaction and handed over a glass of frothy drink: "Frothy Water, it perfectly meets your requirements."

Song Shi took a sip and commented:

"I kind of regret ordering this. It's lonely and boring."

Flashstar laughed.

At this moment, I noticed that Arnan, who was leaning on the sofa and wrapped in a coat, seemed to be lost in some thoughts. His eyes were a little absent-minded and he looked at him: "Commander?"

"Oh, sorry, I was a little distracted."

Arnan rubbed his eyebrows and found that everyone was looking over. He paused and smiled: "It's nothing, I just felt a little emotional suddenly."

"Sentimental?" Harold asked.

"Yeah, emotional."

Arnan sighed: "Paloser is just a private land designated by Jade Pharmaceuticals, and for giant companies like it, there are still nine corporate alliances in total - if it weren't for our leader 'Chacoro' With the psychic power of the fifth ring as a deterrent, I am afraid that the Enlightened Ones will have ceased to exist and become another anti-corporate organization crushed by giant corporations.”

"Even though Paloser is just a branch of Emerald Pharmaceuticals, the power it controls can still easily defeat us."

Whether it's a "trial" or not going too far to intimidate other gangs and other forces - for Jade Pharmaceuticals, nothing has ever changed.

If a "Klande" dies, then someone else will be found to take over. Some people want to cling to [Emerald Pharmaceutical] and become the latter's "agent".

The so-called bad public opinion influence will not even take a month before it will be submerged in various public opinion controls and new breaking news, and sink into the sea of ​​the Internet.

If the Enlightened Ones go all out and defeat the "Rangxue" that controls the Deep Moss Zone, then yes, no problem. Then the next day, we will support a new group of obedient gangs to take over. All we have to pay is prosthetics, implants, drugs, resource channels, and government endorsements, but you Enlightened Ones will really have to lose some people - let's see who can't afford it first.

Oh, no, the ones who died are not people, but extreme armed terrorists who have been deprived of political and human rights.

"But outside the corporate alliance, there are also existences that even a single giant company is in awe of and must join forces to face."

Alnan sighed and gently pointed to the sky:

"Yenan, Pan-Eastern Continental Union, Eden, Vampsta Empire, Silent Society. Even the artificial intelligences that dived into the abyss and the sea after the failure of the "Freedom Revolution" are more worthy of attention from giant companies to some extent."

"Boss, why are you talking about this suddenly?"

Harold swallowed a piece of meat and scratched his head.

"Maybe it's something I feel." At this moment, Song Shi suddenly said, "Well, Alnan."

"What you just said is divided by region and power, and it is the difference between one 'combination' and another 'combination'."

After drinking the last bit of liquid in the glass and putting down the glass, Song Shi pointed at his eyes and said:

"--Do you want to hear the world in the eyes of us [psychics]?"

Thanks to "Book Friend 20231031183216624" for the reward! I plan to add three more chapters, but I'm really too busy in recent days, but I will definitely finish it this month! Thank you, thank you, and I wish you all a happy new year!