Psychics don't die from gunfire

9:15 am.

The Third Institute of Plosser Mental Psychology.

"Director Kenger, the on-site analysis and target files have been sorted out, please..."

A fully armed man said respectfully.

However, the data tablet he handed over was pushed away by the other party, indicating that it was not needed for the time being.

This was a bald middle-aged man with deep sunken eye sockets and a thin body under the white coat.

He looked at the scene in front of him with a cold expression.

Kenger Stitt, the director of the Third Institute and the nominal controller.

At this moment, in front of them was an area surrounded by yellow isolation tape, in which the horrible body of the strong man lay, and the dried blood plasma was dark red.

"Vedani."

Kenger pulled open the isolation tape, squatted beside the body, and suddenly said: "What do you think?"

Vidani on the side answered without hesitation.

"The cause of death of the corpse was a gunshot wound to the head, and 70% of the brain tissue was instantly damaged. However, according to the corpse test, the target's body was in a very short state of tension before death, as if it was "frozen" for a moment."

"Some kind of psychic power."

Vedani's pupils lit up: "Teacher, this is the surveillance video at the time. This "Song Shi" used some kind of psychic skill in the form of fire to control Brorick, and completed the close-range gun grabbing and firing in a short time, killing Brorick."

"But the specific situation is not clear. There is too little information at present. The comparison of the information database of this psychic skill is still in progress. It is not possible to determine what kind of psychic power it is for the time being."

"But one thing can be confirmed, this is not a regular psychic power, but it can be confirmed that it is the "Dayuan" path."

"There is another question." Vidani frowned slightly: "We re-examined the personal file of "Song Shi" and found no disguise. It is indeed an unawakened person."

-In other words, the other party's "psychic power" was awakened during the research institute.

"Ordinary people?"

Kenger grinned and laughed meaninglessly: "An ordinary person can't awaken psychic power and decisively fight back, or even master certain network attack and defense techniques."

"Teacher, what do you mean?" Vidani was a little surprised.

"Either the other party's camouflage technology is very strong, so strong that we can't find the problem with the file information."

Kenger stretched out his index finger and slowly stroked the wound of the corpse: "Or, this guy may not be "Song Shi" anymore."

"I know."

Finally, Kenger stood up, looked outside, and stood with his hands behind his back: "Vidani, notify them to block the news here, don't report to the head office, and don't notify the Security Bureau."

"Next, I will deal with this guy."

Two forty in the afternoon.

Kakadan Prosthetic Clinic.

Crossing the narrow alley, Song Shi pushed open the iron gate, walked into the steps leading to the basement, and knocked on the door.

The door opened in response.

The moment the door opened, the strong smell of disinfectant water in the house rushed towards him. But there was also a smell of some kind of food mixed in it.

"If you want to buy a masturbation cup, I recommend the second generation of Gama. It was newly launched a few days ago. It has heat preservation, moisturizing and vibration. You can also play virtual reality dungeons with others online."

Glancing at the young man who came in, the man on the recliner tilted his head back, yawned, and said weakly.

The man's voice had a strong accent. Seeing a paste-like synthetic curry that had been squeezed dry on the side of the plate and the other party's thick beard, Song Shi was a little surprised.

"Fanlan people?"

The other party hummed twice and didn't speak.

However, the surprise was only for a moment. Although the Vanlan people in the south are relatively rare, several countries with Vanlan people as the main body in the [Seven Lands War] have perished. It is not too surprising that a Vanlan person appeared in Palose.

He was surprised because the intelligence he had found before only said that the Kakadan prosthetic clinic that took on black jobs had good prosthetic doctor skills, but did not mention that the doctor was actually a Vanlan person.

"This is the offline retail outlet for Veda Group's Kama products. It is officially certified and we will repair any problems. Friends, please consider it. A Kama II only costs 350 credit points. Of course, I don't allow trials."

In the cabinet next to him, there are three rows of masturbators of various styles. As if receiving an order, the lights in the entire counter suddenly light up, with colorful lights.

"Stop, I'm not here to buy this thing."

Song Shi had to speak up.

"Not buying? Then what are you doing here?"

The man glanced at Song Shi and curled his lips: "Want to have prosthetic surgery? I don't sell cheap stuff here, can you afford it? Oh, you look like a natural person, why, the black factory won't accept you?"

"My suggestion is that you go out here, turn left and right, and walk 400 meters forward, find a black doctor, buy a second-hand mechanical arm to install it first, the kind that costs a few hundred yuan is enough for you to fix nuts."

The man yawned loudly: "Boy, you can't afford the stuff here, if you don't want to buy a masturbation cup, then leave quickly, don't waste everyone's time-pre-warning, if you want to talk about some tragic life experience, you can just shut up, I don't buy it, and I don't do charity-"

"Four powerful stimulants, three blood coagulants, three quick-acting bandages, at least second-tier brands. Get a set of "White Armor III Power Arm Guard" from Nanyu Heavy Industry and "Hard Cake" communication silencer from Shanta Industry."

Song Shi interrupted the man, raised two fingers, and said concisely: "The market price of these things is around 100,000. I can offer 110,000, provided that you get them as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the man's face changed slightly.

He sat up from the recliner and really looked at him for the first time.

As a senior prosthetic doctor, he determined that the degree of transformation of the person in front of him was very low, basically an original natural person, and he looked young--

There are a lot of such people in Shenmo District. These young people either ignore their limit, take out loans to install combat prosthetics and join gangs to get a way out; or work in black factories, working day and night. If they are lucky enough to get a formal company contract, it is enough to make countless people envious; there are also very few people who forcibly roll out a way, join big companies, become glamorous company people, and get out of the quagmire of Shenmo District.

But what the other party just said is not something that an ordinary poor person should know.

The "White Armor III" of Nanyu Heavy Industry and the "Hard Biscuit" communication silencer of Shanta Industry.

These two things are not popular. They are quite unpopular on the surface, but because of their cost-effectiveness, they are quite popular in some niche circles - cyborg geeks, mercenaries, bounty hunters, and some gang members with background.

"Well, I met an expert?"

The man scratched his head and sighed. While the implanted remote sensor in his brain gave the command of "close the door" and "open the alarm system", he stood up.

"Come with me."