Psychics don't die from gunfire

Pah.

Raindrops fell, and circles of shallow ripples appeared in the carefully designed ancient courtyard.

He Haowen sat by the window, and a wisp of mist rose faintly in the sound of cold raindrops.

The table was made of solid yellow peach wood, handmade.

The pot was purple pottery, delicate and pleasant.

The tea was black tea, Yunshan Xiaozhong, hot and warm.

The man was wearing a loose cloud-patterned robe, half of his chest was open, and he poured himself a cup of tea slowly.

He drank it lightly, and a warm feeling filled his nose in an instant, and then went from his throat to his lungs, and his heart suddenly warmed up.

Even if he was not from the direct lineage, but only a branch of the branch family, he was a genuine "Xiyuan He family" after all, a descendant of a fourth-class family.

Real power is indeed beyond his reach, but like a few taels of Yunshan Xiaozhong, this kind of simple material enjoyment is still not in short supply.

After all, he is a "fifth-class person".

"It's almost time, considering the time."

He thought to himself.

Thinking of the scene that he would see soon, the man felt hotter all over, but this was not discomfort, but rather an impatient expectation.

——Why not just take a look at that guy now.

Thinking of this, a semi-transparent vision immediately appeared in front of him.

This is the [Monitoring Network].

Or, this is the operating interface of the [Monitoring Network] for those with authority.

For any electronic device in the Republic of East Land, one of the underlying protocols when it leaves the factory is that the [Monitoring Network] can extract and record relevant information in real time and unconditionally, including but not limited to user logs, chat records, usage and other information.

Based on this, combined with the nanomachine group injected into the body fluids of every citizen, real-time monitoring of the overall situation has become the "foundation of law" that the Republic of East Land is proud of.

With the promotion of status, citizens' rights to the [monitoring network] are also increasing. For a "fifth-class person" like me, almost all "eighth-class people" can be seen at a glance, and there is no secret at all.

To a certain extent, it can guide and control the other party's thoughts and actions through information push and other means.

"Let me take a look--"

The man smiled and opened his artificial eyes.

His operation interface and appearance were customized to be a mysterious treasure mirror-presumably, the so-called "immortals" in ancient times, who looked down on the world with magical powers, were no more than this, right?

"Are you still making final preparations or licking your wounds?"

Looking at the other party's current location, which was still the abandoned unfinished building, the man sighed lightly: "You are really lazy. I have put the clues in front of you, but you don't act quickly to avenge the murderer?"

"Really, how long do you want me to wait?"

With a sigh of anger, the man drank the tea in one gulp, stood up, and prepared to taste the new Wushisan that had just been delivered.

His position as deputy district chief sounds good, but it is actually a sinecure. The few jobs he has are also rushed by his subordinates. Moreover, he himself has no interest in work, and secondly, he is from a side branch, so he can't get ahead anyway, and his power limit is locked.

Relying on the family's influence, he can enjoy a lifetime of happiness in the local area, which is not bad.

"Wang Hu——"

The man raised his voice and called his personal guard: "Have someone prepare a car for us. I'm going to Reimu House——"

"Reimu House again? Okay, okay!"

First, a deep voice sounded, and then a burly figure appeared at the door of the teahouse. The bearded man smiled and said, "That's it, sir. I've been here recently."

"Of course it's on my account." The man said unhappily, "When did you pay for the silver coupons when you went there?"

"But let's make it clear in advance that it's fine to play around at ordinary times, but if you want to do some trick of 'redeeming yourself', I won't pay a penny."

"Young master is generous! Understand!"

The strong man patted his chest hard and laughed, "I have a clear mind about right and wrong."

As he said that, he swayed his body happily, turned out of the door, and called someone to arrange the itinerary.

And then.

In the next breath.

The door of the teahouse was broken.

——Among the fragments that burst all over the sky, a burly figure flew back with a bang!

The curtains were torn apart, the tea sets were smashed to the ground, the furniture broke and rolled, and in a series of crackling sounds, the originally spotless teahouse became a mess in an instant!

In the deepest part of the teahouse, Wang Hu, who was embedded in the wall, roared and looked up-

A figure with a hat lowered and a gray coat appeared at the door.

Casting a shadow.

He put the black umbrella he was holding aside, and then slowly stepped into the teahouse.

Almost at the same moment.

Wang Hu roared and stood up, roaring to the sky!

"Vajra Power--! Suppress Demons and Evil--!"

The sturdy man's body suddenly swelled and rose several inches. Dense dark golden lines emerged from the surface of his skin, spreading all over his body, making him look like steel cast copper!

What really caught people's attention were two brand new strong arms that grew out from the strong man's armpits. The four arms and twenty fingers formed a solemn Sanskrit seal!

——Psychic Skills · [Vajra Power]!

——Psychic Skills · [Four-Armed Guardian]!

——Psychic Skills · [Shock Seal]!

[Vajra Force] is used for defense and strength enhancement, [Four-armed Dharma Protector] is a supernatural organ, coordinated against the enemy, and once the [Shock Seal] with a similar "high-frequency vibration" effect is activated, in a short period of time, the four arms are comparable to high-frequency weapons, enough to smash armored vehicles with bare hands.

Facing the alarming sense of crisis that was trembling wildly in his heart, Wang Hu did not dare to be careless at all, and chose to go all out directly! [Transcendence] The spiritual power of the second ring middle position was instantly opened to the limit!

Delay a little time! Let He Haowen use the monitoring network to shake over the support! Then again--!

The opponent seemed to be accustomed to it and was still walking forward, but there was a red-gold flowing flame around him.

"A mere Dharma Protector Galan--"

From the rotation of the five fingers, the flowing flame condensed and gathered into a line, which was cut out by its holder: "--Are you also worthy of suppressing me?"

The two sides separated by a mistake.

Wang Hu's momentum came to an abrupt halt. He paused, and the dark golden skin lines slowly disappeared. His four arms fell weakly, and he fell backwards, leaning against the low cabinet with a plop.

He took off his hat with one hand, covering the angry face with a beard that still showed astonishment.

Then, he continued to move forward.

He Haowen was so frightened that he sat on the ground in a daze, his body kept retreating, but he couldn't help but raise his head.

After the hat was taken off, a young man's face was revealed.

When he was seven inches away from the man, the other party finally stopped.

"Nice to meet you." Song Shi looked down at the man and smiled: "I have heard of you for a long time, District Chief He."

The latter swallowed his saliva.

"Why don't you speak?"

Song Shi paused for a few seconds.

"Speak." He nodded: "If you don't speak, I will kill your whole family."