Psychics don't die from gunfire

As Harold said this, the dirt-covered wall in front of the two men silently separated, and a hint of alloy iron color could be vaguely seen from the gap in the wall.

Stepping into the back of the wall, there was a compartment similar to an "elevator". As the wall closed again, the compartment began to sink - but it only sank for a few short breaths and stopped moving.

Then, the compartment opened again.

Behind the door was a dark passage, with only a chandelier hanging above, which barely brought some light.

"Our generators are limited, and electricity must be supplied to other equipment first."

Harold took a deep breath of the still humid air, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed. He shrugged: "But our artificial eyes all have night vision, so it doesn't matter."

Song Shi snapped his fingers.

Two flames lit up in the depths of his pupils, and the originally dim scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

"Is this also psychic power?"

Looking at this scene, Harold muttered and walked quickly towards the passage again.

"Come! I'll take you around here!"

According to Harold, this base was built by the previous commander Cornelia - the current name "going with the flow" was also named by the other party himself.

The entire base is not big.

It was built on the sewer network. In order to avoid collapse, they dare not open up too much space, covering an area of ​​less than 200 square meters. Pipes tied with cable ties are stuffed in the gap between the ground and the ceiling. Many things are piled together, and the overall environment is cold.

"Iron Shovel is on a mission, and the people are still outside. I will take you to find the boss and Shanxing first-"

"That's not necessary."

The next moment, a gentle voice sounded.

Not far away, the door of a room was pushed open, and a figure walked out.

This is a man who looks a little sick, probably in his early thirties.

Even if he is wearing a thick coat, Song Shi can still see that the other party is wrapped in a thick coat, and his physique can be called thin.

His face also looks a little sickly pale.

But in this paleness, looking at the two figures in front of him, the man slowly smiled.

"Nandou, nice to meet you."

The man smiled and stretched out a hand: "I am the current commander of the Palose Enlightened, Arnan Blue, or you can also call me 'Pearl Bird'."

Then, the door of another room opened, and a tall woman with a brown ponytail yawned. There were obvious traces of implants on her body. The silver etched circuit went from her right eye to her chest, and then intersected with the dark silver prosthesis that replaced her right hand. Song Shi recognized it. This is the "Twilight Boundary III" produced by [Zero Degree Network].

It is a very high-end specialized information warfare prosthesis, with supercomputing, integrated program platform, compatible with fourteen interfaces, ice cones, anti-electromagnetic interference and other capabilities. For most hackers, this is the dream productivity tool.

Then, the woman leaned against the door and nodded to Song Shi: "Flash Star, Irene."

Looking at the man, or the "Pearl Bird" Arnan's outstretched right hand, Song Shi pondered for a moment.

Then, he raised his hand to open the hood, and then pressed it on his face, as if he was holding something tightly, and tore it open with a "swish".

Made of some special silicone, the thin mask rolled up slightly, drifted in the air, and slowly fell to the ground.

The young man raised his head and looked around at everyone.

"——'Nandou'."

He said: "Song Shi."

At this moment, this place similar to a "living room" suddenly fell into silence.

Until a certain moment, someone broke the silence.

".Ah." Harold scratched his head: "Alas, this, tsk, this"

"Why, you seem surprised?"

Looking at the expressions of Harold and Shanxing, Song Shi's tone was quite subtle and a little difficult to understand: "About 'Song Shi', haven't you investigated it a long time ago?"

—— Even if it is a so-called "partner", basic background investigation must still be done. Regardless of the so-called human feelings and trust, it is purely the most basic organizational quality.

"Investigation is investigation"

Shanxing no longer leaned against the door. She straightened her posture and looked at the person in front of her with a strange face: "But Song Shi... you look too young and the photo on your student ID is too different from the real person!"

As the leader of the hacker group in the Palose Enlightened, she started investigating since Zhuniao first met him - he was an orphan placed in a welfare home, dropped out of high school, worked in a black factory for a period of time, and was a volunteer for medical experiments.

The other party on the student ID still had some confusion and the unique immaturity of students.

But at this moment, even if the other party's expression remained calm, after removing the mask, it was like opening a certain "valve", which reminded people of the temperament of the word "wanton", which was revealed from the other party.

No, more than that.

As the second ring [Balance], she could clearly feel that the person in front of her was like a blazing "flame", giving people a feeling of surging burning - there is no doubt that this is the second ring [Dayuan]!

But then, as Song Shi slowly exhaled, all these abnormal "things" disappeared, and he returned to the image of an "ordinary person".

He shook hands with Alnan and then parted ways.

The three of them sat down on the sofa. This room was positioned like a "living room", specifically for discussing affairs, daily conversations, and final preparations before a mission.

Harold had just sat down when he seemed to suddenly remember something. He immediately jumped up and ran to the refrigerator on the other side to rummage through it. He pulled out a large handful of happy potatoes, crunchy candies, cupcakes, Kweisite, and maggots. Pile dry snacks and other snacks on the table in front of the sofa.

"Nandou, uh, Song Shi." He stuffed it into his mouth and said seriously: "Come on! Try it! Let's talk while eating!"

These are not cheap.

Seeing this, Song Shi raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to say this, but then he noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the packaging of these high-end snacks.

The word "kuai" in Happy Potato is made from the artistic word "Jue", the "sugar" in crunchy candy has been quietly replaced with "bran", and the "Kafka Foods" trademark on the cupcakes is missing.

——Except for the curry-flavored dried maggots, these are all pirated goods.

"A month ago, Harold went on a mission to an outsourced food processing factory that had temporarily suspended production due to accusations of trademark infringement."

Flashing Star covered his forehead, took a deep breath, and then explained weakly: "Before Harold left, he brought a few boxes back and said he wanted everyone to relax - but he was basically eating alone."

"You ate a lot at the beginning! You ate all the 'instant cheese sticks', and you didn't continue eating the rest because you didn't like it!" Harold was dissatisfied.

Flashing Star ignored him and looked at Song Shi: "The fighter is sleeping. You probably won't be able to see him until tomorrow."

[Fighter], this is the main attacker in the first action team.

Song Shi had only met him once during the ambush to kill Dennis. The "Fighter" was completely covered by a set of thick exoskeleton armor, two meters high, holding a heavy electric halberd, like a standing iron tower, silent - -At this moment, when he heard the word "sleep", Song Shi had some judgment about the situation.

Because the level of prosthetics is too high, the load is too heavy.

The next moment, Flashing Star's words confirmed his judgment.

"The fighter's situation is more complicated. He has suffered a very serious trauma. At that time, our medical conditions were limited, so we could only temporarily put in an 'exoskeleton armor' and use the internal life support system to maintain vital signs and perform treatment and surgery at the same time."

Flashing Star's tone was slightly gloomy: "For treatment, he replaced most of his organs with implanted prostheses, and he can no longer escape from the 'exoskeleton armor' life support system. You know, too high a degree of prosthetics will It brings great mental pressure to people, so the fighters need to sleep frequently in the past two years to relieve a certain degree of mental pressure.”

——Treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.

Song Shixin said.

The current [Fighter] is like a "stacked" tower of blocks. Everyone can see that it is crumbling, but no one knows when the next few blocks are drawn, the tower of blocks will suddenly collapse.

Unless they are sent to Jade Pharmaceuticals, they will undergo a high-cost full-process diagnosis, care and supporting surgeries.

But this is obviously impossible.

"Tabitha is still debugging the equipment. She hates people disturbing her most at this time. Tabitha is our mechanic, engineer and prosthetist." Flashing Star patted his head and explained: "So, you probably I won’t be able to see her until tomorrow.”

Arnan listened quietly to Flashing Star's words.

When the latter finally finished his introduction, he spoke softly.

"Harold."

"Boss?"

"Go and take out the 'embers'."

Arnan nodded slightly, then looked at Song Shi again: "But before that, I want to ask a question."

"——What do you think about the 'Three-Phase Basic Plan'?"