Psychics don't die from gunfire

"Wait, wait a minute, what are you talking about? I--"

Paul opened his mouth quickly, but then the scalpel pressed against his throat slightly increased the force, making him shut up.

"Give me the screen sharing permission for your artificial eye."

Looking at the permission that the other party immediately sent, Song Shi nodded, so that it would be difficult for the other party to do small actions like "secretly sending messages to others."

"From now on, do as I say."

Song Shi said, "Follow me."

"This, I haven't figured out the situation yet, you are..." Paul's forehead was sweating, and he was going to struggle again.

"Are you sure you want me to explain it from beginning to end?"

Song Shi held the scalpel, his expression calm: "I can be indifferent, but I can't guarantee the mood of this knife."

So, Paul swallowed his saliva and finally stopped talking.

He followed Song Shi and got on a "Convens Travel" unmanned taxi together.

During the process of getting on the car, the former was charged an additional 50 credit points for cleaning service fees by the in-vehicle intelligence because of "personal hygiene"-of course, the fare for both people was paid by Paul.

Looking at his wallet, which had shrunk greatly, Paul cursed bitterly, but he did not move in his seat, not daring to show any emotion.

Although the other party put away the scalpel and closed his eyes without saying a word after getting on the car.

But he had no doubt that if he planned to do something, the other party would act quickly.

And the key point was that the other party had accidentally or deliberately exposed a pistol for a moment not long ago, which made him extinguish his plan of "escaping" and "fighting".

——At least ten minutes ago, Paul thought so.

Looking at the increasingly deserted and dilapidated scene passing by the car window quickly, Paul's heart slowly sank and became nervous again.

The current location is considered a remote area even in the Deep Moss District. As far as he knows, this area is a group of unfinished buildings abandoned by a developer due to a broken capital chain.

Because of its remote location and the fact that the building only had a rough frame, no water and electricity, and leaky, even scavengers and vagrants rarely come here or live in it. It is a place that is truly deserted.

And deserted.

For a moment, Paul's face turned pale.

He didn't know why someone wanted to find the young man in front of him. He saw this "missing person notice" in the group a few days ago and added it to the memo - who knew that he would really run into the real owner!

But at this moment, thinking of the other party's series of actions and the weapons he carried, this young man who looked young might not be an ordinary person.

And on this basis, he also issued a task to find the person who wanted to find this young man.

- He was in big trouble.

Paul wanted to cry but had no tears. In an instant, all kinds of long guns and short guns, and the scenes of booming firepower came to his mind. The restricted-level movies he had seen in the past, about enemies looking for killings, gang fights, grievances and hatreds, and other themes, flooded into his mind.

Now I am just a wanderer who went bankrupt because of cryptocurrency speculation, but soon, I may become a pile of blurred flesh and blood! Or after something happens, I will be killed to silence me!

"Don't be nervous, I don't like killing people."

As if guessing what Paul was thinking, Song Shi opened his eyes, raised his head from the pillow, and sat up straight.

"But the real result still depends on you, so I hope you don't do anything meaningless." Song Shi's tone was gentle, like a casual chat in his spare time: "Next, according to me, as long as everyone cooperates happily, nothing will happen."

"Ahaha"

Paul's forehead was sweating, and he forced a smile: "No problem, happy cooperation. Ha. Happy cooperation."

There is only cooperation.

Apart from this pair of artificial eyes, the only implanted prosthesis in his body is an artificial bionic lung that was replaced two years ago because of excessive nicotine intake caused by smoking. And an embedded nutrient solution injector used to reduce food expenses and facilitate skipping meals.

I have no combat power at all, so I can forget about resisting with force.

Moreover.

Paul cursed in his heart, when you said "happy cooperation", can you please take back the muzzle of the gun that was deliberately exposed in the coat!

At this moment, the unmanned taxi suddenly stopped.

"Dear user, the place you specified has arrived. Please get off as soon as possible. The service evaluation of this service will be sent to you later. Please remember to choose one from "good", "especially good", "very good", and "very good."

"Convens travel, 100% good, I wish you a faster life every day-"

Song Shi turned a deaf ear, opened the car door, and motioned Paul to follow.

Considering the possibility of "taking the opportunity to push the other party away, tightening the car door, completing the order service in an instant, and letting the unmanned car speed away immediately", Paul hurriedly got off the car.

As the end of autumn approaches, the weather is getting colder.

The place where the car stopped was the unfinished building. Looking up, the ground was full of gravel and mud covered with weeds and garbage. From time to time, you can see the rusted bent steel bars and yellowed PVC plastic pipes, which are inserted or fallen on the ground at will.

The unfinished buildings in the distance had peeling concrete walls, exposed steel bars, and thick dust, like a gray iron forest.

"Stay here and take a few photos after I give you instructions."

Song Shi said, taking out a black powder pistol and firing at a shrunken can on the ground 40 meters away.

The next moment, there was a "bang", the can was directly exploded, and a faint smell of gunpowder smoke floated away.

Song Shi put away his gun and glanced at Paul.

The latter quickly raised his hands to indicate that he would not wander around.

Next, as Paul watched, the other party entered an abandoned building in front and sat down directly - on the ground around him, there were already things like extinguished fires, beer cans, leftover instant noodle buckets, and white maggots. Dry wrap bags and stuff.

"Take the picture, remember to use a candid perspective, it doesn't matter if it's a little blurry."

Paul blinked quickly, and the shutter of his prosthetic eye flashed wildly, taking dozens of pictures in one go.

"Okay, just use these."

Song Shi came back, browsing the photo album and tapping on a few of them.

At this moment, although Paul had already vaguely guessed what the other party was planning to do, he still plucked up the courage and said with a forced smile: "Well, the photo has been taken, can I do it?"

"Of course not."

Song Shi shook his head and nodded slightly: "It seems that you have already guessed it, and your thinking ability is still in place. So, how could you become a wanderer?"

"I told you, can you let me go?" Paul said in a hopeful tone.

"cannot."

Song Shi's words are concise and concise.

After hearing this, Paul was silent for a few seconds, and said in a shaky tone: "Encryption market. Coin speculation."

Touching on the sad thing, Paul looked sad and angry: "I believed an investor's lies and invested all my assets. I obviously made a lot of money in the past. But one day that guy suddenly followed me and I lost all my money! One point! No more left!”

"Let me guess, then the investor disappeared."

"How do I know about you?" Paul was stunned for a moment.

Song Shi sighed and did not answer.

"Send the photo to Milton and say this is what you just took - he gave you the communication number at the beginning. You can find it by looking for it in the homeless groups you added."

Paul wanted to struggle one last time, but looking at Song Shi with an indifferent expression, he gritted his teeth and sent it out.

The other party's reply was quick and simple, with only the word "received".

"Send me another message to urge him to pay him quickly."

Song Shidao: "You are a wanderer, and your attitude towards money is not so generous."

Paul did as he was told, and the other party replied: "Don't worry, I will give it to you after I confirm that the information is correct."

"Wait a minute. He asked me to hide and keep an eye on you. He will come right away."

Song Shi shook his head: "The reason for rejecting him is that you don't dare to get involved in such an inexplicable thing, so you ran away as soon as you took the photo."

As a result, the other party did not send any more communications.

"Do you have any supporting prosthetic implants such as "spine"?"

When everything was ready, Song Shi suddenly asked.

Paul subconsciously replied: "Huh? No."

Then, he tilted his head and his whole body collapsed instantly.

"Well, for ordinary people, this stun force is very suitable."

Song Shi withdrew the knife from the other person's neck and nodded lightly.

After spending some time dragging the other party to a remote place far away from the building and covering it with several large cracked plastic boards, Song Shi walked back to the abandoned buildings step by step and stared into the distance.

Slowly, Song Shi laughed.

The battlefield has been preset successfully.

Next.

This is the fighting part that I love so much.