Psychics don't die from gunfire

"This is what it tastes like!"

The strong man seemed to have not enjoyed himself so much for a long time. He let out a long "ha" before putting down the wine glass and wiping his mouth vigorously.

While he was gushing hard, Song Shi was also observing.

The strong man's whole body smelled like he had just been dug out of a pile of rust, but that might not be the case, because Song Shi saw that the other man's beard was covered in extremely fine red rust dust.

The mechanical prosthetic arm with bulging sleeves has a strong industrial style, thick, rough, and scratches of varying sizes. It seems that the shape is probably a style that was popular twenty years ago.

No one can doubt its power, just as no one can doubt its price.

"Brother, if you want to ask anything, just say it!"

After one glass of wine, and before the second glass was served, the strong man's face became visibly rosy, and his tone became noticeably more relaxed.

Probably had a good drink.

"Well, let me think about it." Song Shi slowly turned a cup of Mai Tai: "After all, we are going on a long trip. Is there any 'Panyan must play list' here?"

"How can there be anything to do in this shabby place like Panyan? Hey, do you have night vision function with your prosthetic eyes? If you do, you can go around those abandoned factories at night. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to bump into someone having sex."

"No more." Song Shi coughed.

"Then there really isn't any. No, it seems there really is!" The strong man shook his head: "Brother, if you want to bring enough money, then go to Hongle Avenue. There is no shortage of anything there. As long as you have money, then Besides Shuangjiji, it’s Shuangjiji!”

It was most likely that the "hangover enzyme" was turned off. After pouring several liters of wine into his stomach, the strong man obviously got drunk. He slapped the table hard: "I still have two cubs to support. Where can I find a job!" This shitty place..."

"I'm really, really—"

"Drink less when you're drunk." The bartender floated over, picked up a glass of ice water and poured it on the other person's face: "Or turn on the hangover enzyme quickly."

After pouring the ice water, he showed an apologetic expression to Song Shi: "I'm sorry, Huo Ge has such a temper, but he is not a bad person. It's just that the economy here is not good recently. He just lost his job. Please forgive me."

"You look out of place here, and you definitely look like you're from out of town at first glance. If you are interested in history, you can go to the downtown museum and have a look. The furnishings there are quite adequate. If you just want to have fun, of course you choose Hongle Avenue.”

The strong man next to him mumbled something vaguely, then fell asleep and fell asleep on the bar.

So Song Shi turned his head and raised his wine glass slightly toward the bartender.

"Is the environment already so bad?"

"That's it." The bartender spread his hands: "Panyan used to be strong, and it all depended on fighting. Now that the war is over, there is no environment here, no resources, no resources, and those factories have been relocated and scattered. , who would be willing to stay here.”

"In the past few years, I could still rely on that little bit of mining to survive. But now the mine is about to be opened." The bartender seemed to think of something and laughed angrily: "It's just such a small mine, and it's all given to those two gangs." Occupied.”

"Two gangs?"

"Didn't you hear everything just now? Lorati and Moore, we love our best friends in Panyan City." The bartender slowly rotated the bartender: "A little development commission and a spoonful of private bidding. , Pour some government loans. The above is all my drunken nonsense, please don’t pay attention.”

He finally mixed the glass of wine, raised it to the steaming lobby, and raised his voice: "Rock Glory——"

The others immediately raised their wine glasses, foam overflowing, and grinned through gritted teeth: "Fuck Rock Glory!"

"I see."

Song Shi stood up and put down his credit card, which surprised the bartender a little. He rummaged in the cabinet for a while before taking out an old-fashioned POS machine and paid with the card.

After leaving the door, Lapis Lazuli changed from the bracelet back to the machine state and followed Song Shi.

Portable drones are not uncommon. Except for bloggers with work needs, most people who are keen on shooting personal vlogs will buy one.

If it is a corporate alliance, then how to tell whether the portable drones that can be seen everywhere on the road have weapon modules is also a street survival knowledge.

"Um"

Song Shi stepped on the cement road. Fortunately, the cracked and winding gaps were not big, and their impact on the walking experience was far less than the visual impact.

Most of the shops along the street were closed or directly demolished into ruins. The collapsed steel and bricks were just piled in place. Only every few shops in a row could see a store that was in business. The boss was hiding on the deck chair behind the counter, with his belly stretched out. Wear a virtual reality device and turn a blind eye to the outside world.

The only remaining holographic pop-up window on the side was marked with a scarlet theft and shooting pattern.

Plastic bags, balled up sticky tissues and flyers would fly up from time to time, dangling in the sky for a while, then float into a corner of the street or hang on the balcony of a certain house.

The hoarse neon projections between the buildings not only fail to cover up the dilapidation, but instead make them look even more desolate.

In the empty tracks of shuttles that can be seen everywhere in the corporate alliance, Panyan City, the capital of a province, is not even "crowded". In this era when the sky is empty, "empty" is not a complimentary word to describe the sky.

What you see the most are refinished second-hand cars piled high with discounted items.

Song Shi in a black coat walked among them. As the bartender said, he looked quite out of place.

Song Shi stopped and walked along the way, observing all directions, but his speed was still not too slow.

The atmosphere of the environment began to gradually change.

The lingering smell of rust suddenly faded away, and silver-gray high-rise buildings began to spring up like bamboo shoots after the rain.

Although the police officers patrolling the street were still lazy, their number had obviously increased, and the crowd was a lot more crowded. Song Shi stopped. After a few seconds, a drone from the side quickly came over. A soft synthetic female voice sounded.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

After getting the answer of "no need", the small drone quickly rose back to its original height, and the camera below continued to look around.

Ambilight comes to your face.

It was getting late at night, and Hongle Avenue, the most prosperous high-end commercial area in Panyan City, stood up like a sleeping dragon, revealing the brilliant golden light under its belly to the world.

The streets are lined with a wide variety of vehicles, all of which are expensive just by looking at their styles. Unfortunately, they are not equipped with armed modules and their combat effectiveness is too low.

“It’s not bad”

Song Shi stood on the roadside and looked at everything.

He entered Hongle Avenue smoothly without any obstacles - at least there would be no armed drones patrolling the border like the corporate alliance. Anyone who entered had to go through a round of asset review and pass the minimum standard line. Only then allowed to pass.

Otherwise, you have the right to open fire.

Song Shi looked around and finally walked into a nightclub where most luxury cars were parked.