Psychics don't die from gunfire

The old man pulled up his trouser legs, and the soiled and hardened mud on the trouser legs fell down with this movement, revealing the true appearance underneath.

It was a mechanical prosthetic leg made of heavy steel. It had a very old-fashioned design. The factory number on the side had been polished off. The anti-rust coating had obviously been sprayed countless times. It was like stains over the years that made the prosthetic leg look dull. The shell color appears to be different shades.

"Want to guess? How long have these legs been with me?"

The old man tapped the leg, making a dull sound.

"Eleven years." Song Shi said without hesitation, "plus or minus three months."

The old man was stunned for a moment. He was about to say something, but he couldn't say it for a while.

"I still have some research on prosthetics, I mean the application field."

Song Shi looked at the prosthetic leg: "If you can't judge how long the target's prosthetic body will be used and evaluate its performance retention, you just do it blindly. You don't want to live anymore."

In his previous life as a free bounty hunter, he used his psychic powers and external weapons to fight against enemies.

It's just that in this era, it doesn't matter whether you have a prosthetic body implanted or not, but if you are completely ignorant and clueless about the enemy's prosthetic body, then you are probably looking for death.

Song Shi added in his heart.

Of course, only before the third ring.

Even with the old man's state of mind accumulated over time, he also found the young man in front of him a bit strange. He didn't look like much, but he had spent some time with the Wanderer tribe, knew omnics, and was familiar with prosthetics. Have in-depth research?

However, as the firelight flickered, in the end, the old man just said something.

"Yes, my legs have been with me for eleven years and two months."

His hands covered with thick calluses touched a scratch on the surface of the prosthetic leg, a familiar slight scratching feeling, and then he pulled down the trousers and returned to normal.

"I have lived for seventy-three years. My neural circuits are too old and I can no longer replace my prosthetic body. I don't want to live a lifetime and end up with a cyberpsychopath."

The old man shook his head: "Some nights, I can still remember the first time I went to the city alone to buy supplies, but now, I have become the oldest guy in the family."

He didn't speak very fast, and he coughed several times every time he said a word.

"The one here is the last member of the family."

Song Shi breathed out softly: "So you have to die in the wasteland."

"I have lived in the wasteland all my life." The old man stared at the young man calmly and said calmly: "This is my home, this is the cemetery of the Moro family, and I want to die here."

"Don't you plan to take one last look at your tribe members who joined Yenan before you die?"

"It's meaningless." The old man's expression didn't change much: "I know what some people call us, a bunch of down-and-out homeless people who huddle together for warmth. 'Family' is just a term that makes it easier for us to cuddle together."

"They were right. The Wanderer's 'family' culture was indeed born from this." The old man said, "They just got one thing wrong. The emotions of our family are not false."

"My people. I actually have no resentment towards them."

The old man sighed softly: "We just insisted and parted ways."

So there was nothing left to say.

In the early morning of the next day, when the world was still dark, Song Shi left some commonly used medicines in the felt tent and left the motorcade without saying goodbye.

call--

The early morning wind howled in my face.

Song Shi pressed the steering wheel, turned a blind eye, and played a light song.

"Does it not fit the atmosphere?" Lapis Lazuli popped up.

"Eavesdropping on the conversation, right?"

"No, I didn't eavesdrop." Lapis Lazuli replied seriously: "It's just that your sound waves were captured by my sound wave equipment."

"ha"

Song Shi conveniently opened a bottle of honey and citrus flavored nutritious ointment. It was the same as the medicine not long ago. It was Xu Yudu's leftover supplies. The trunk was full of them.

"Isn't the atmosphere very good?" Song Shi bit into the nutritional ointment: "His wish is to die in the wasteland, and now he is moving towards this goal step by step. How many people can achieve their goals? Isn't this something to be happy about? Thing, why do you think my song doesn’t fit the mood?”

"Happy. But the results of my representation analysis module show that the other party's emotion does not include 'happy'."

"Forget it just being a spectator, you're going to analyze it directly?"

"No, I didn't analyze it." Lapis Lazuli explained seriously: "The representation analysis module belongs to my 'information receiving system' and operates automatically."

Song Shi was choked for a moment, and after a while, he said, "That's not how it was calculated."

"According to your calculation, the 'death of a family member' must be sad, but in fact it is not." Song Shi sighed: "Do you understand what it means to die at the end of life? In this case, it is the deceased biological father. It can be considered a happy death, not to mention how happy it is, but it is definitely not sad.”

"The Wanderer tribe cannot avoid extinction. This is part of their culture."

Song Shidao: "This tribe has not been invaded by foreign enemies, has not been killed by some security forces as robbers to take credit, and has not been swallowed up by natural disasters in the wasteland. They built a cemetery for themselves and lay down safely in it. That’s good.”

"——Don't talk about this anymore."

Song Shi tapped the steering wheel briskly: "Look at the map. How long will it take to get to the border in Yenan?"

"At the current rate, within two days." Lapis Lazuli replied.

Not too slow.

However, it is a pity that there has been no news from Xu Yudu in the past few days since we separated, and it is still unclear what he wants to give me.

We drove for an unknown period of time.

At the end of the distant horizon, a cloud of dust suddenly rose.

With a bang, a shadow smashed the dust and mist, leaped out of the air, and landed steadily on the ground, continuing to rush forward.

It was a dusty motorcycle. The rider on it was just running, and he didn't expect that he would run into someone in such a vast wasteland.

His eyes widened suddenly, and then he raised the muzzle of the kinetic rifle hanging on his chest without hesitation, and pressed the trigger several times in the sky, and the sound of gunfire suddenly broke through the sky.

Taking advantage of the alarm of the gunshot, he suddenly shouted at the off-road vehicle in front.

"—— Turn around! Run! Now! Quick!"

The next moment, a giant lizard that looked like it had been injected with a bulging agent, with a body similar to that of a fierce lizard but several times larger than its peers, tore through the exhaust gas and crawled across the ground at a speed that was no less than that of a motorcycle.

The rider cursed inwardly and swept a volley of bullets with his backhand, but the giant lizard's dense mane suddenly glowed faintly, and an invisible force field rose up. Although it was shattered in an instant, it still greatly reduced the lethality of the rifle.

Then the off-road vehicle stopped.

Then Song Shi got out of the car, took the pistol thrown by Lapis Lazuli's gravity, lit the forging flame, and fired a shot.

And then there was nothing else.