Psychics don't die from gunfire

When he raised his head, the prosthetic eye began to fully operate.

The high-precision image recognition module quickly compares and records the appearance, and is connected to the surveillance network, trying to access the database with fifth-level authority to determine the identity of the other party——

Then it stopped abruptly.

[Sorry, your current signal is unstable and the link has been disconnected——]

One, two, three, almost instantly, dense scarlet pop-up windows filled his field of vision. The man was horrified to find that his link to the surveillance network was interrupted!

"Surveillance on the Internet is as powerful as prison, and its power is terrifying. It does not mean that you are the same."

Song Shi said calmly: "If we can't break through the 'surveillance network', can't we also break through your prosthetic body protection?"

"——I promise on the honor of Xiyuan He!"

As if he suddenly thought of something, He Haowen's originally frightened expression suddenly stopped, and he said urgently: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency! Your Excellency, leave now. I promise that no one will trouble you - what do you want? Silver coupons ? I can give it to you too!”

"It's so generous, and it doesn't hold me accountable for my criminal behavior."

Song Shi clapped his hands: "Then do I still have to thank you?"

Hearing this, He Haowen swallowed and his forehead became even more sweaty.

For a child of an aristocratic family, the basic skills of observing words and facial expressions and recognizing people's faces are basic skills. Although he was only average at the beginning, he was still better than the average person. Now seeing the other person's tone - Damn it! Damn it! Is my life at risk?

As his thoughts turned a thousand times, He Haowen suppressed his fear and reluctantly spoke again: "Wait a minute, wait a minute. Can you reveal some cause and effect? ​​Even if you are going to die, how about you let me be a clear ghost?"

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I, He, consider myself to be kind to others throughout my life. Not only do I have many good relationships, at least I don't stir up disputes, but I keep my duties stable. How did I offend you?"

——When I go in and out of the Jiaofang wine shop on weekdays, I always pay for it! When there is a dispute with someone, it is rare to directly use Xiyuan He's name to pressure others!

not to mention.

From the corner of his eye, He Haowen subconsciously glanced at Wang Hu's corpse beside him.

A second-level psyker, an active military attache from the Zhenping Battalion, a "sixth-class person", in a complex environment such as urban street fighting, it is not a problem to massacre a special armed team, or even decide the outcome of a battle.

Moreover, Wang Hu’s [Vajra Power] is not just a decoration, it can even resist bullets! Even if he was no match against his opponent, he could still delay him for a long time, but he was killed right under his nose by the person in front of him!

Third Ring. Definitely a Third Ring psyker!

"——Is it true that you are kind to others and make good friends?"

He Haowen heard the other party speak.

He was stunned for a moment, racking his brains to remember, but he still couldn't figure out what went wrong - he was really the kind of person who followed the rules.

"Forget it, you'd better not think about it, I feel uncomfortable watching it."

Song Shi sighed: "I'll tell you the answer directly."

He Haowen subconsciously opened his eyes.

"The one named Lu."

He Haowen hesitated: "Which Lu Baichuan? Or Fengze?"

"Lu from Fangquan."

He Haowen was still thinking about which family in Fang Quan had the surname Lu, and his brain was still in a state of confusion. At this moment, red-gold flames rose violently and rushed toward him!

From behind the gap in the raging flames, the man saw a pair of eyes that were also glowing with red gold.

He suddenly realized something.

"What are you talking about, Lu Yun——?! You want to provoke me, the Xiyuan He family, just for a mere eighth-class person?!"

A third-level psyker.

Even if you have no background, or even if you defect to the Eastern Continent Republic from other forces, and start from scratch, you can still be directly awarded the status of "Fifth Class".

If you make some achievements in the future, or receive recruitment, investment and marriage from a famous family, it will not be difficult to be promoted to the "fourth class". In the eyes of the people above, this kind of "fourth class" achieved by his own strength is much more valuable than ordinary children of aristocratic families who obtain their status by blood alone.

That kind of people! Why——!

"I did this because I wanted to." Song Shi snapped his fingers: "Now that the doubts have been answered, can you die in peace? Have a good trip."

The flames suddenly surged, and He Haowen suddenly got up and wanted to run towards the tea room. However, in the middle of the "getting up" posture, the whole person collapsed like a sandcastle in the wind and turned into ashes on the ground.

"It's generally not as good as first- and second-grade ones when it burns."

Song Shi stretched a bit, casually took off his coat, wrapped something in the flames, put it in his arms, then picked up the black umbrella again, walked out of the tea room, and never looked back.

Until seven minutes later, the teahouse suddenly burst into flames, crackling like a swaying torch in the drizzle, slowly burning and collapsing.

Then, there was a burst of frightened shouts of "The water is gone——!"

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"-Thirty-four minutes, perfect."

When Song Shi walked into this semi-abandoned building materials warehouse on the outskirts of Sanqiu City, Lu Yun was already awake, with lapis lazuli floating next to him.

"I woke up pretty quickly." Song Shi nodded to Lapis Lazuli first, and then looked at him: "It's a good thing to be able to move. We have to prepare to run."

"I can't leave!"

Lu Yun gritted his teeth and made a squeaking sound: "Thank you so much, brother, for your kindness! But I must take revenge! It doesn't matter if I die! You can leave first!"

"Oh, your courage is commendable." Song Shi praised.

"But no need to bother."

Song Shi shook the rolled-up coat and threw it to the ground, only to see a sphere slowly rolling out of it.

The look of fear on it was still vivid.

"Beheading in public is a fine tradition of our Donglu people." Song Shi pinched his chin: "In theory, you should put his head on the grave of your whole family to show that the great revenge has been taken, but now the situation is special and you definitely can't enter the cemetery, so simplify the process."

"Of course, if you must bring it with you and watch and play with it at any time - I don't recommend doing so."

Lu Yun stood there in a daze.

He stared at the head intently and dazedly. It was a strange face. There was no doubt that he had never known the other party.

My father, my mother, my sister.

Died because of him.

"This is."

Song Shi suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then he looked at Lapis Lazuli.

"——Psychic awakening?"

Lu Yun suddenly knelt on the ground, his head slumped on his chest, but that was not to express gratitude, but a posture of weakness after losing consciousness.

At the same time, in the perception, the other party's body began to bloom with the brilliance of psychic energy.

"Well, it's normal." Song Shi thought for a while and made an evaluation: "The chain of extreme emotions of extreme joy and sorrow triggered the awakening of psychic energy."