Psychics don't die from gunfire

At first it was a fluttering dot, and then suddenly the dots connected into a line and floated to the earth. Finally, with a dense snapping sound, the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with a layer of water mist that could not be dissolved.

The man picked up the tall wine glass on the private bar and stopped in front of the window.

The glass reflected a handsome face, probably in his late twenties or late twenties. He was dressed in a straight suit, which made the man extremely calm.

"Don't you think time is so wonderful?"

The amber liquid swayed gently, and the man looked directly at the heavy rain outside the window. The sky was dark and deep, and it was like the rain pouring down from the river and the sea, constantly trying to engulf the entire city.

"Respecting nature" is an important part of wanderer culture. Even though everyone has long since taken root and given up their past lives, this tradition has still been passed down. In the basic base of the [Salmon Rhodes Clan], it is rare to see weather-regulating facilities such as "artificial canopies".

Wallis Salmen doesn't hate rain.

I just hate this uncontrollable tradition.

"How wonderful is time?" The blurry pixel block flickered for a second, and quickly turned into a projection of a portrait. The appearance, clothing and prosthetic body were all of the most ordinary middle-aged man. He made a gesture of listening.

Wallis glanced at him, then looked out the window again.

"In less than a hundred years."

Wallis raised his wine glass slightly: "We have gone from a bunch of homeless people chewing dirt and peeling tree bark in the wilderness to powerful people who have our own territory and can personally establish order and determine the situation in this world."

"Calling 'tramp' isn't a bit disrespectful of your last name." The other party reminded: "The identity of a wanderer has always been something you are proud of."

"Humph, are you proud of it?"

Wallis chuckled. Under the wide-angle view of the top-notch prosthetic eye, the greasy neon bloomed in the refraction of raindrops, turning into endless rays of light, flowing through the high-rise buildings of the steel jungle, making people dizzy.

"It's all just words. How many years has it been? Who is still willing to stick to the same old tricks? The cavalry of the wasteland, the free men, the shepherds. They shout and brag for a long time, but they are still a bunch of losers. Home, looking for homeless people living in bridge holes.”

"Wow, it's irrefutable." The other party raised his hands in surrender: "Who made your father the 'Great Guardian'? I really can't refute your understanding of rogues."

"Come on, stop pretending."

Wallis took a sip, and the delicate and soft taste immediately echoed on his lips and nose.

"Every time you come here, you look frivolous and funny. Do you think you are one of those stand-up comedians who show up at 2:30 midnight?"

The other party was not angry at all and said with a smile: "To be honest, I really took it seriously before."

"How come I didn't know that Time Sequence Passing had stolen the business of the Dust Contract Generation and started a variety show?" Wallis interrupted simply.

"Okay. Okay, let's talk about business." The other party waved his hands, his face flickered, and instantly changed into a solemn and tough-guy face: "I have to remind you, don't be fooled by that guy here. The new patrol inspector has caught something."

"You have said this twice." Wallis held the wine glass: "I am the one who should remind you. Let all your people shrink and wait for the person to cross the border before looking for an opportunity to come out."

"This is the third time I've heard you say the same thing."

The other party shrugged: "No mouse will wait for the cat's paw to fall before running away. Don't worry, there is absolutely no problem on my side. When I first received his appointment as patrol supervisor, I ordered my good subordinates The traces have been cleaned up.”

"Relax, as long as you survive this period, you will definitely get what you want - we are [Time Sequence Pass], with the most cutting-edge technology, high-performance weapons, endless funds, and the most powerful mercenaries. Talk about it, we You can talk about it.”

"With our help, you will definitely be able to accomplish great things and inherit the position of 'Great Guardian'."

"Help? Don't say it so nicely." Wallis snorted: "Everyone gets what they need, it's just a transaction."

"Yes, yes, deal." The other party turned around and clapped his hands: "But I prefer to call it 'mutual benefit and win-win'. With strong support, you can do your business and successfully take over as the Great Guardian. I Only then can we open up part of the market and establish the first special economic zone in Yenan, and your family members will also enjoy the dividends of the booming economy.”

"Mutual benefit and win-win situation." Wallis really wanted to laugh, but when the words came to his lips, he just said: "Then let me see your sincerity, first send a technical file and prototype of [Chaos Probability Calculation] How about coming over?"

"Okay." The other party didn't hesitate for even a second, and his tone was as calm as if he was talking about what to eat tomorrow morning: "Singularity technology, no matter how incredible and unpredictable it is, in the final analysis, it is just a piece of technology. It’s just technology. The existence of technology is never excluded in the category of commodities.”

"As long as you pay the starting price, the morning after tomorrow, the complete technical files, guidance team and application prototype of [Chaos Probability Calculation] will appear in your bedroom. Uh, well, the bedroom may not fit in it."

".The morning after tomorrow?" Wallis noticed the time.

"Yes." The other party snapped his fingers: "As long as tomorrow morning, you can truly declare on behalf of [Salmon Rhodes Clan] to separate from Yenan and merge into [Time Sequence Pass]."

"It's a pity." Before Wallis could speak, he sighed: "Even your father is not qualified. Who gave you a total of seven great guardians?"

"You said something ridiculous."

Vallis stroked the wall of the cup: "Even if all seven guardians pass the bill of separation, the chief still has a veto."

".Hmm?" This time, the other party seemed really surprised: "We have talked for so long, this is the first time you call that 'chief'."

"Whether I call him or not, it doesn't affect anything. As long as he is alive, even if the seven guardians are replaced, there will always be only one chief." Vallis put his left hand in his pocket: "A person who is neither named Salmon nor Rhodes became the chief of the clan."

He exhaled and calmed his fluctuating emotions: "Forget it, who made him It's the Lord of Ye Nan, he really has the qualifications. "

"Ah, speaking of this." The other party didn't get involved in this topic, and changed the subject: "Since the robbed the City of Forged Light, the Enlightened Ones have been doing very well this year. It should be said that even our intelligence department couldn't figure out how that 'Nandou' inexplicably became the patrol inspector of your clan leader."

"If I remember correctly." The other party sighed deeply: "He is just in his early twenties, right? Tsk tsk tsk, look at what he did"

"It's just that he has a good talent for psychic energy."

"If I have such a talent."

Wallis glanced over and said coldly.

"I can do much better than him."