Psychics don't die from gunfire

As the sun sets in the west, darkness engulfs the earth, and then fades away again in the bright neon lights.

When Song Shi walked out of the hotel, the fluorescent signboards of various stores had been connected to the electricity, and the flashy lights of various colors were flashing, making people feel dizzying.

The urban construction in the Deep Moss District is too crowded, and its consumption level is limited, so holographic projection advertisements that cover an entire building are rare here.

Most of the signs and billboards here use LED tubes to flash neon lights and light up the words. Its principle is to extract the air from the lamp tube, fill it with a small amount of inert gas and seal it, and then release high-voltage electricity through the electrode devices at both ends. , breakdown the inert gas, thus bringing colorful light.

The "holographic projection" that people have seen the most is probably the large airship that sometimes passes by in the sky above, with large projection advertisements displayed on both sides.

"The air doesn't smell very good."

Walking slowly on the road, Song Shi thought to himself.

Of course, this is also nonsense.

When passing by a somewhat remote alley, a frivolous voice suddenly sounded around Song Shi.

"Hey, brother, he seems to be a student——"

The moment before he opened his mouth, two figures had already come closer and surrounded Song Shi.

As if to show off, the shorter of the two put one hand on the taller's shoulder, and exposed the other hand - it was an obviously thick mechanical prosthetic leg, with several shallow craters and Traces of rivet splicing.

Although it is a piece of equipment that is no longer known, and it is not suitable for a short person, it is a prosthetic limb after all, and it is still easy to break human bones.

"Let's take a look. He's so fair and clean. I mean, big brother - he's still a good student and a good boy, right?"

The short man turned his head and looked at the tall man called "eldest brother", smiling as if no one else was watching.

"Do you know what this is?"

The tall man had a gentler face. He took a step forward, opened his collar, and deliberately revealed the tattoo that spread across his neck. A vaguely visible pattern of "a dagger driven into blood" was visible.

"We are members of "Rangxue". You should have heard of this name - no, it is impossible that you have not heard of it, so please don't pretend to be deaf and dumb later, okay?"

The tall man emphasized his tone and took a step closer, forcing the other party to retreat again, just as he was about to be swallowed up by the dark alley behind him.

Not far away, the short man was leaning against the wall to block the exit, still smiling, but with a black dagger in his hand, dangling casually.

"Now, our brothers want to borrow some money from you."

The tall man pointed at the tattoo and then at the short man. The latter shook the dagger and raised his voice: "To put it simply! Take out the valuable things quickly!"

"What are you talking about! We are borrowing money, not robbing it! Be careful!"

The tall man scolded the short man, then looked at Song Shi with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, did I scare you? My brother is a bit impatient and not very good at talking."

"However, please hurry up." The tall man sighed and said gently: "Otherwise, I may not be able to stop my brother -"

Then his head fell off.

The head that still had a smile on it rolled on the ground, followed closely by a large amount of blood spurting out from the neck and falling to the ground with a thud.

Song Shi took back the engineer shovel and jumped back to avoid the splash of blood. The coat I just bought shouldn't be wasted here.

"There's so much nonsense...you're preventing me from eating."

Song Shi said slowly, while shaking the engineering shovel a few times. Under the influence of the waterproof coating, the blood drops on it quickly slipped off.

"If you were a speedster gang and came to rob me, you might actually be able to succeed, but if you just pop up like this, what are you thinking about?"

Until this moment.

The short man not far away seemed to really realize what had just happened.

Unable to tell whether he was angry or frightened, or both, the short man trembled unconsciously, clenched the dagger, and stared dumbfounded: "You, you killed Frank, you -"

Then with a pop, his head exploded.

Just like a watermelon that is intact on the outside but rotten on the inside, with just a trivial collision, the whole watermelon will explode in an instant - the dripping red rain slurry, rotten into a large puddle of flesh, smearing the surrounding everything.

"Both of your knives are about to go into my eyes. Am I unable to even fight back?"

Song Shi shook his head, inserted the black powder pistol back into the lining of his coat, folded the engineer shovel and put it into the lining on the other side.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, he sighed again: "Besides, you are not members of "Reckless Blood". Although using "disposable tattoo stickers" instead of "tattoos" to bluff people is indeed quite imaginative. ”

Withdrawing his gaze, Song Shi stepped over the corpse.

"However, the dead are the most important, I hope you can rest in peace."

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"Boss, a hot dog, two sizzling hamburgers, and a bottle of water."

A stove was blazing in front of a stall, and the heat was surging. Hearing that another business was coming to the door, the sweating boss responded and started making.

Song Shi leaned against the nearby wall, waiting and thinking about what had just happened.

He had heard of the name "Rangxue".

This is the largest gang in the entire Deep Moss area, occupying many businesses such as sugar, weapons trading, real estate, sex, gambling, etc. With the support of huge financial resources, it is said that their elite members even use military-grade equipment.

The current leader of Mangxue, Tang Rekton, is even known as the "Bloody Butcher". He has a transformation degree of up to 40% and is a naked killing machine.

This is also the reason why the two guys chose to rob with the help of the name "Mangxue". Everyone in the Deep Moss District knows that it is best not to anger "Mangxue".

Compared with "Mangxue", the "Cross Tiger Club" that he had loaned money at high interest not long ago is simply a kitten and is not worth mentioning.

"——In other words, "Mangxue" is the most loyal dog in the entire Deep Moss District that flatters the company."

Then.

Song Shi narrowed his eyes and made a conclusion.

A gang that wants to establish itself as a king, secede from one side, is strong, and wants to negotiate with the government is afraid that it will be blown up by the company as soon as it rises.

The high-ranking company will not care about the strength of an underground gang. Anyway, no matter how strong it is, it can't be stronger than the company-the only thing they need is "loyalty".

The Deep Moss District is indeed the "garbage dump" of Palose, but the garbage dump also has its value, not to mention that it is crammed with nearly 60% of the population, which is a valuable asset.

The companies headed by Emerald Pharmaceuticals and the coalition government cannot really turn a blind eye and let it get out of control.

However, it is too costly to increase the number of patrol officers, add monitoring equipment, and provide a supporting urban management system.

And supporting an underground gang is very suitable.

It can control costs and will not let the Deep Moss District really get out of control-in this case, even if some major cases occur here, they will not even involve senior government officials.

After all, this is something you "let yourself die", and we did not intervene, so of course it has nothing to do with us.

As for the small problems of this gang's weak strength, backward equipment, and insufficient funds.

The company only needs to leak a little bit of insignificant things from its fingers, which is enough to make the former leap to sublime and reborn.

This is the order set by the company.