Psychics don't die from gunfire

After having enough water and food.

Song Shi declined Oddo's suggestion to take him for a walk, saying that he wanted to walk on his own.

Of course, before that, Song Shi found Anthony, gave him the reserve card, and told him to do a good job. After the other party replied "Please rest assured", he walked onto the street.

This is the coastal city of Lajodi Province, Kangben.

Kangben is not the capital of the province, but the city is prosperous. In recent years, it has been selected as an economic development zone, and it has become more prosperous.

The first feeling when stepping onto the street is bustling.

Children playing and vendors with carts can be seen everywhere on the streets of the community. The grilled sausages on the rollers are sizzling with oil. It would be better if you can ignore the cigarettes in the vendors' mouths. Under the walls covered with exaggerated graffiti, several men and women with glittering makeup played guitars and drums, singing excitedly in front of all passers-by.

Whenever someone or a car stops for a while, the micro drone waiting on the side will immediately fly up and shake the QR code hanging below.

Colorful saturated colors, wrapped in a noisy atmosphere, rushed towards people.

Oh, it's not just colors.

A black shadow rushed over, Song Shi lifted it up and grabbed it steadily. He spread it in his palm and saw that it was a bionic dragonfly with flapping wings. It was the size of a palm, and the welding skills were quite rough. There were cut aluminum sheets from cans, rusty screws, and small motors that were removed from somewhere.

A black shadow rushed over, hit it with his head, and raised his hand to try to grab the mechanical dragonfly.

Song Shi flicked his finger and hit the other party's forehead, hitting the watermelon on the spot. Okay, it didn't.

After being hit, the other party's momentum stopped abruptly, staggered back, and sat on the ground.

A child.

To be precise, this is a little boy about eight or nine years old, wearing a blue cap.

There was a streak of oil paint on his nose. After being hit like this, he was not afraid at all, but grinned and bared his teeth and claws.

"Who made this for you?"

Song Shi shook the dragonfly.

"I made it!"

"You made it?"

"I made it!"

"It's too ugly."

Flames burst out from Song Shi's palm, burning the dragonfly. The pits, welding misalignments and burrs disappeared in an instant, and the whole dragonfly suddenly became much cleaner and sharper.

At the current psychic realm, when necessary, Song Shi can make [Forging Flame] equivalent to a forge to process materials to a certain extent.

Song Shi threw the dragonfly over. The little boy stared with wide eyes, holding the dragonfly for a long time, and turned his head to run back to the young man next to him.

Yes, when Song Shi caught the dragonfly, the three young men who were originally leaning on the nearby railings and chatting casually stood up and slowly surrounded him.

After seeing the little boy take the dragonfly and run over, their originally tense demeanor obviously relaxed. The leading young man patted the little boy on the head, whispered a few words, and told him to go play somewhere else.

Then he picked up an unopened can of beer and threw it to Song Shi.

"Brother, the little brat is ignorant, sorry for what happened just now."

Song Shi took the beer, opened it and took a sip, which made the three people look more relaxed.

The leading young man scratched his nose: "Brother, you are from outside, right? Come to Kangben for tourism? Do you want me to recommend a few places to play?"

"Is it so obvious?" Song Shi raised his eyebrows: "I still think I can fit in well with the environment."

"People in the clan will not ask who made the dragonfly."

The leading young man smiled and motioned his companions to buy some food at the hot dog stand next to him.

"Who doesn't know that 'Sammon' and 'Rod' are the best at tinkering with machinery in the world?"

He said seriously: "Turning waste into treasure, emergency maintenance of machinery, do you understand the basic skills of wanderers? It's our old tradition. Even the little brats in the clan can repair cars. By the way, another old tradition is racing."

Song Shi nodded, and pointed at the two people next to the young man with beer: "Are they yours?"

"They are all my cousins." The young man hugged them and laughed.

"Cousins?" Song Shi questioned: "You don't look alike at all."

"The connection of affection is much deeper than simple blood."

The young man raised his index finger and shook it twice: "What's wrong with not looking alike? He, him, and him, I--"

He pointed at the pedestrians on the street casually, and everyone he pointed at smiled and greeted them.

"We all grew up in this neighborhood, family, oh, family, understand?"

"Family. Alas, I've been out for so long, and I miss my family a little bit." Song Shi remained calm.

"Then go home!" the young man said as a matter of course.

Song Shi sighed and said, "I heard that Kang Ben is developing an economic open zone? I plan to find an opportunity to make a living first."

The young man was stunned, his face looked a little ugly, and he asked suspiciously, "Do you also want to make money from us?"

"Do you think I look like a rich man?" Song Shi opened his hands calmly and laughed, "Making money? Just making a living."

The other party looked at Song Shi seriously for a few seconds, and felt that it made sense, and his face relaxed again: "It seems so, then making a living is not easy? Do you have any skills? If not, then why don't you find a clinic to get some second-hand prostheses to install."

"Your thin arms and legs" he shook his head: "No one wants you to unload cargo at the dock."

"You have some skills." Song Shi took another sip of beer: "Before I came here, I was worried about being excluded, but looking at you like this, it seems that it's not the case?"

"You just want to make a living, what's there to say?" When mentioning this, the other party clenched his fist: "We are unhappy with those who are disloyal! Some people forget their family and love! They join forces with outsiders to make a lot of money for their families! So that they can live a carefree life! Shameful!"

"Economic development zone? Who doesn't know that friendship will deteriorate when there is money? Then I would rather everyone get a lower salary than watch my family fall apart! What's the difference between that and the sea, cough, and the corporate dogs of the corporate alliance!"

"The Great Guardian is the same! He approved the economic development zone! It's not for his son!" He said angrily: "That Wallis Salmon appears in the camera every day! He talks about the good things about the economy everywhere!"

"We were able to defeat the enemy, avoid the invasion of natural disasters, gallop freely in the wasteland, and win battles with the patriarch! What did we rely on!"

He suddenly stood aside, raised his arms and shouted, and there were followers nearby. The street bands excitedly changed to an exciting song, and everyone shouted at the top of their voices.

"Love! Unity! Family!"

The young man's cheeks flushed as he spoke. He was about to give the man a good introduction to the clan's great achievements in the past, but when he turned around, he found that the other party had disappeared. He didn't know where he had gone.

He was stunned for a moment, but then he was pulled back by the enthusiastic reaction of the people in front of him. He didn't care about the brother who was just trying to make a living, and raised his hands above his head again.

"Love, unity, family!"