Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 433 Anthony Sali

After a brief silence, someone screamed first.

As a result, the peak of the tide suddenly collapsed, and the originally noisy crowd became even louder. Everyone rushed to try to run out, and a bunch of people crowded at the door, making it appear chaotic.

"It doesn't work. If it were a corporate alliance, a bunch of people would start a live broadcast and come up to try to interview me." Song Shi shook his head regretfully and sighed: "Lapis Lazuli."

As a result, abundant gravity rose, and with an irresistible attitude, everyone in the venue, as well as the security guards who were rushing here with their guns after receiving the alarm, were lifted up and placed on the street outside the nightclub.

Clear the place instantly.

No one was injured.

Except for Fitch and his friends.

"You are, a psyker!"

The downed brain finally started to work again. Fitch opened his eyes wide at first, then calmed down and tried his best to sound calm.

"My friend, your psychic ability is very beautiful, but accidentally damaging public property and intentionally hurting people are not the same in nature."

But Song Shi didn't look at him.

"Just in case I want to do whatever I want and change my mind at the last moment, I will tell you now."

Song Shi put his hands behind his back, looked at the open sky, and said slowly: "Ten minutes, this is the longest time limit in my heart for your uncle's uncle's brother to come to me."

The other party looked like he was completely ignoring him, which made Fiqi secretly angry. However, at this moment, after listening to the other party's words, the anger disappeared.

In other words, Fitch almost laughed out of anger: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

After a while, the shock of seeing the ceiling burned through became more and more distant, and he gradually felt confident in his heart.

"Without the assistance of a prosthetic body, a pure psychic attack has such destructive power. Your psychic energy has reached the second level, and your path is the 'Great Source', right?"

The calm expression that was originally somewhat forced was now slowly becoming more serious. Fitch spoke this question in an absolutely declarative tone.

While talking, he even took a sip of wine.

"It's not easy. It's really not easy for a psyker to reach this point." Fitch put down his wine glass and clapped his hands: "I admit that your power should not be underestimated. I want to win over someone as extraordinary as you in the city." The price to pay as an individual soldier is really not small.”

"So how about we talk?" Fitch smiled confidently: "Don't get me wrong, this is not asking for mercy, and of course it's not a threat - it's just that you have the qualifications, my friend."

"Believe me, 'Lorati,' my last name can get you a great contract."

Fitch didn't say how to solve tonight's chaos, nor did he say that I already know your purpose.

He just held up the side of his face with one hand, and his smile became brighter: "You just mentioned that you want to see my grandpa? Yes, with a powerful character like you joining us, my grandpa will never be stingy about meeting you."

He stood up, pushed an untouched glass of wine over, then picked up another glass and raised it.

"Of course, we have to change places to talk first."

Song Shi did not pick up the glass of wine.

Of course she didn't look at him.

Fitch kept holding the drink for several breaths.

His smile gradually froze, and then it became colder like frozen ice water.

Fitch didn't think his life was in danger, he was just unhappy with the other party's attitude, extremely unhappy. Even if you are a second-level psyker.

——The Lorati family has a third ring [Transcendence]!

And when I think about it, even if the other party holds this attitude, as long as he accepts the employment of the family later, I will most likely ignore the other party's rudeness because of the word "sensible".

He became even more unhappy.

Those friends who were just bragging and having fun huddled on the sofa, their eyes darting back and forth, not daring to speak out.

Fitch took a deep breath.

"friend--"

The roar coming from the distance easily overwhelmed everything.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a huge blocky shadow came over, covering the exposed ceiling.

And the next moment, huge white lampposts pierced the haze from the armed helicopter, illuminating every inch of the nightclub.

The strong wind pressure seemed to lift up the entire nightclub, and a local storm suddenly blew up. Fitch's proud golden hair danced wildly in the wind, and the dazzling searchlight pole illuminated his face, which made him look a little pale. There was joy on his face.

Because there is a black sword mark on a white background on the side of the helicopter, which is the logo of the Security Bureau.

Without throwing down the rope ladder, eight heavily armed SWAT policemen, like modern steel knights, descended from the sky. The ground exploded with an endless bang, creating eight pits.

After a large number of prosthetics were implanted, these looked like "burly" special police officers. The bodies hidden under the dark combat uniforms actually weighed nearly half a ton.

Under Fiqi's gaze, which had not yet had time to change, they tightened their rifles with the safety on and stood on both sides of Song Shi without saying a word, like a human-shaped barrier. Their faces buried deep under the tactical eyepieces made people feel... Not a trace of emotion can be seen.

Fitch was a little stunned, but soon, the shock turned into coldness.

The nightclub was already in a mess, and suddenly there was the sound of rapid, even panicked footsteps, as if a bunch of people were trying to squeeze in. Fitch saw a familiar face in a few breaths.

That was his uncle's uncle's brother.

The Lollati family, the current head of the family, Bertram Lollati.

The face that used to be calm and unhurried, known as having the charm of "years of accumulation", old but not decadent, now anyone can see the astonishment and panic in the other party's eyes.

No, Bertram is not the only one.

Fitch felt like he was stepping on cotton, and he felt inexplicably light. The customized high-end artificial eye purchased from Haita Trade clearly reflected the scene in front of him.

On the right of his grandfather, there was a slightly younger man, probably in his early fifties.

The Moore family, the current head of the family, Candy Moore.

On the left, there are also the deputy director of the Panyan City Security Bureau, the manager of Panyan City, and the director of the Panyan City Finance Department.

These Panyan City managers - some of them are not even within his reach for the time being! In the final analysis, he is still just a descendant of the Lorati family - and now, these people are gathered in this small nightclub.

Fitch felt a chill on his back, as if a frozen snow ghost was touching him. He tried to turn his neck, but the illusion of creaking made his neck bone frozen to death.

The crowd tried to move forward and say something, but the howling wind crushed all the sounds.

A figure stepped out from the side of the helicopter cabin and landed unprotected in the air dozens of meters.

But compared with the previous SWAT noise, he did not cause any vibration when he landed on the ground, and the floor remained smooth.

He was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, with a black suit that was meticulously combed, just like his cold expression.

He stood up solemnly from the one-kneed landing position, and started to turn like a mechanical clock.

"Former Ministry of Justice, subordinate Smalan Office, Assistant Director."

"Anthony Sally, reporting to you."

The man walked step by step in front of Song Shi and saluted slightly.

"Border Inspection, Mr. Song Shi."