Psychics don't die from gunfire

——The person who comes is not a kind person.

Xu He, who has gone through many tests, successfully graduated from a not bad [school] and was promoted to the third level researcher today.

His prosthetic body configuration is extremely good. The prosthetic eye "A-type Mountain Viewing" is best at local microscopic and image recognition. Almost instantly, it records the opponent's appearance, micro-movements, etc. and compares it with the database.

There are no matching files.

Not colleagues.

then.

Without thinking about how the other party bypassed his consciousness network and sneaked in, or whether it interfered with the experimental process, Xu He directly activated his psychic powers.

The heart has three purposes.

"For gathering!"

Those employees who had long regarded him as the absolute leader, under the catalysis of spiritual energy, turned into the most loyal guards and rushed towards the intruder at the door.

Xu He raised his hand and pressed it, and slammed it with a shocking impact specifically aimed at the mind, which would at least stun the opponent for a moment.

At the same time, his prosthetic eye lit up with blue light, signaling that the encrypted communication was activated to send an early warning to the outside world and call for support——

A silent weight fell.

Under the suppression of the gravity field, the employees who rushed over were immediately pinned to the ground, and they could not even struggle. Xu He was no exception. The force of gravity came too suddenly, causing him to stumble and fall to his knees.

——Gravity field!

Prosthetic body? Special weapons? Or the spiritual power of [Balance]? First ring? Second ring?

In an instant, a series of possibilities flashed through Xu He's mind, and then, without hesitation, he gave himself the psychological suggestion of "liberating body functions" and the instruction to lift the power threshold of the full prosthetic body.

Just relying on this gravity field can't stop me, some of them will hit me!

"Pfft——!"

Xu He spat out a mouthful of blood and lowered his head in shock.

Intense pain. The source is the kidneys.

A short handleless knife was inserted deeply into the kidney.

In the next moment, the figure clinging to the ceiling of the factory building lifted its optical simulacra, falling into the corridor like a whirlwind. Three streaks of light broke through the air, and pinned Xu He's hands and feet accurately with bang bang bang.

"I--"

In shock and anger, Xu He suddenly mentioned spiritual power, which was enough to turn ordinary people into idiots in an instant.

——Qiang!

Then the figure arrived in an instant and penetrated the iron net aisle. The speed was far beyond imagination. The moment they rubbed shoulders, he used an extremely skillful technique to remove Xu He's prosthetic arm. He then hit his throat with his backhand and forced the interruption with severe pain. Psychic impact.

"Since you are a psychologist, don't you know this kind of thing?"

Song Shi put his hands in his pockets, walked across the cement floor of the factory, and walked up to the second floor.

"When someone appears in front of another person with some exaggerated behavior or dress, the latter's attention will be greatly distracted and he will unconsciously ignore the things around him. This is a tried and tested trick for stealing."

Song Shi said leisurely: "Of course, the same applies to the killer profession."

"I was standing in front of you openly just now, so how could it be me who was the main attacker?"

"By the way."

Song Shi stopped and came to Xu He.

He squatted down and said with a smile: "The 'communication sent successfully' you see now is actually my picture of P."

Xu He vomited blood and opened his eyes wide.

Within the vision field of the prosthetic eye, the encrypted communication channel that originally displayed "Send Successfully" suddenly turned into a two-dimensional stick figure style crying doll, jumping up and down within the vision field.

When was it that I was hacked?

This is a third-generation "barrier" firewall module that claims to be able to withstand deep level 3 demons and has won a series of awards.

"Who are you"

Xu He was controlled by Ai Lu and held the short knife against his neck, against his heart, inserted his kidney, against the brain-computer interface, and cut off his spine. He half-knelt on the ground with an expression full of shock and anger.

Song Shi didn't answer, but still looked at the other party with a smile.

It wasn't until a few seconds passed that he raised his index finger and pointed it between his eyebrows.

"When faced with sudden questions, people tend to answer subconsciously in their hearts. You want to take advantage of this and use [Consensus] spiritual energy to spy on my identity." Song Shi praised: "This is what you have done so far. The most beautiful means.”

"It's a pity that you couldn't 'read' it."

Those embarrassed, frightened and angry expressions suddenly faded away, leaving only the ugly look.

Xu He was indeed unwilling to look like this, but most of it was done deliberately to try to lower the other party's vigilance.

Acting so impeccably.

Xu He's heart became heavier and heavier.

[Consensus] Psionics are not omnipotent, at least they cannot be omnipotent, not to mention that they have suffered a series of blows at this moment, and their psychic powers have become much weaker.

Even non-psychics, as long as they have undergone long-term specialized training, can use their will and skills to build a tough mental wall to counter things like the stress question and answer just now. The other party's "mind-reading" isolation does not count. So bizarre.

What really makes me chill is that the other party has this awareness.

Even if they are mature and experienced mercenaries who have been fighting fiercely for many years, their combat effectiveness may not be low, but due to their Yeluzi background, they rarely do things like "anti-mind-reading training", or even do not have it at all. consciousness.

This kind of thing is often only cultivated and trained deliberately by individual soldiers such as agents and senior security guards who are backed by large organizations.

Damn it, what is the identity of the other party!

Could it be that they are technical spies sent by those giant companies that have already coveted it?

"——Have you finished reading the experiment log?"

At this moment, the other party turned his head and looked at the man holding the knife.

Xu He felt cold again. The experiment logs he stored in his personal terminal were also hacked and stolen.

After a long silence, the man turned to Xu He, and the middle-aged man who originally spoke gave up his position.

".Why are you doing this."

This man also looked like a middle-aged man. He opened his hood, squatted down, and stared at himself. There was no fluctuation in his tone.

"How can there be a one-sided transaction?"

In a difficult situation, Xu He became careless. He simply changed his posture and sat up: "Want to pry something out of a consensus man's mind?"

"Okay, I'll give you a chance." He said coldly: "Each of you will have one question and answer it in turn. Ugh!"

A middle-aged man, or Ai Lu who was pretending to be a "middle-aged man", picked him up with a knife.

"I have studied the distribution of the human nervous system." Ai Lu held the short knife and pressed it on the other person's temple: "I have practiced how to make people suffer more."

"Hahahaha!" Xu He said without fear: "Are you saying 'pain' to a consensus? Do you know what sensory shielding is?"

"I know. The five hells of heaven and man, the five senses are forbidden."

Ai Lu said.

"But you can't do it yet, you're just bluffing."

He put his hand under the cloak, took out a rolled cloth, opened the button, and pulled it open. It was filled with various reagents.

Sodium truth serum, sensory sensitivity multiplier, neurotransmitter accelerating agent

Although he majored in society and psychology, as an outstanding researcher from a university, Xu He quickly recognized the effects of some reagents, but he could not recognize more pharmaceutical reagents.

Xu He's forehead gradually became wet.

"You have no right to choose." Ai Lu took out a vacuum syringe pump: "Answer, or cry."

"Why would you do this to them?"