Psychics don't die from gunfire

"Director, the representatives of Treasure Storage and Transportation have arrived in Kangben. I sent someone to arrange a preliminary inspection. They have been asking me to ask when you are free for a face-to-face meeting and negotiation."

"Didn't I say that? Don't bother me these days."

The person on the other end of the communication hesitated for a moment, but continued.

"Director, Treasure Storage and Transportation occupies 8.52% of the logistics market share in Yenan. He is very important to the construction of our economic development zone. We can't miss him."

Wallis pinched the wine glass, and the mechanical fingers exerted a little force, and snowflake-shaped cracks appeared on the wall of the glass.

He drank it all up and took a deep breath: "I know. Let's talk in the development zone at 3 pm tomorrow. You ask someone to arrange it well, don't lose the etiquette of our clan."

"Received!"

Wallis hung up the communication, deliberately not letting the enzyme glands in his body operate, and let the alcohol gradually spread. Although he was just promoted three years ago, he is a serious second ring [transcendence] after all, and his physiological functions are far superior to ordinary people.

Even if you intentionally relax your body's restrictions, the wine you drink must be specially made to really feel a little drunk.

There is no feeling of comfort.

Wallis pressed his head, and the wine flowed down his throat to his limbs, but it did not bring any sense of relief, but made his irritability more vigorous, climbing up his back in the heat.

The words of the deputy director of the overseas operations department of [Time Pass] have been hovering in my mind these days, like a ghost that devours people, without any trace of dissipation, but instead intensified.

Am I hit by the psychic power of consensus?

No, it's not.

Wallis knows this.

Just as the other party is ready to turn against him at any time, he also has the idea of ​​finding the right time to abandon the other party, or even take it as a credit in return. This is not an unrealistic delusion. Perhaps ordinary people will be stained with an indelible stain on their resume if they suspect the crime.

But his father is a "great guardian" and he has the power to cleanse himself of his stains, and even change from "linking up with hostile forces" to "pretending to be friendly and waiting for an opportunity to act". Of course, even so, this move will inevitably bring a series of troubles, but compared to the worst result, this is good enough.

For this reason, Wallis has made some countermeasures, but now it seems that among these preparations, only mental protection is successful.

Wallis thought irritably.

Every time he met with the other party, he would do a whole set of memory comparison, personality anchoring and other processes to ensure that he did not deviate.

The irritability at this moment.

- The assessed exposure risk is too high?

- Compared with patrol inspection, the more critical core reason is that the holder of this position is Song Shi?

With a click, Wallis suddenly lowered his head and found that he had unknowingly exerted too much force on his knuckles and crushed the wine glass to pieces, and the glass shards soaked his whole hand.

".I can't lose my composure."

Wallis's face changed for a while, and he pulled off the cloth on the coffee table, while wiping the glass shards on his right hand, he muttered.

"My hands and feet have been cleaned up before. Now if I continue to have people carry out the cleanup operation, it will attract attention. I must calm down first." Wallis suppressed his irritation and thought about the situation: "There is no need to worry about the time sequence for the time being. They have no motive to report me. After all, they still need me as a collaborator."

In other words, the key point still lies in the patrol inspector, Song Shi.

——As long as he doesn't notice anything and takes the initiative, he will be safe and worry-free.

It shouldn't be.

Who would have thought that the offspring of a great guardian would actually be in a co-operation with a giant enterprise? It's not a matter of whether it is possible or not, but a question of not having this idea in the first place.

What's more, according to the previous resume of this patrol inspector, he didn't stay in each place for a long time, and the longest time was no more than one month. With such a short time, he must not notice anything unusual. As long as he waits for him to leave, with his own power, there is enough room for both advancement and retreat.

Ding——

The sound of an elevator came from afar.

With the second ring [Transcendence] psychic power and high-end prosthesis, Wallis's hearing was extremely sharp. He heard the friction of the cable sliding up the elevator and the low breathing. Someone was coming.

This is his private residence. Who can come up without notice?

Wallis was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he reacted.

The person coming is——

"Father?!"

The wooden door of the room was closed, but from the gap, a soothing airflow suddenly floated up, and in the blink of an eye, these airflows flowed rapidly, just like the sunny day on the sea turned into a rainstorm in an instant, rushing in with a tsunami-like momentum!

Heavy footsteps came from afar.

Wallis stared at the wooden door, with a majestic power rising. Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it made people tremble and breathless.

The footsteps stopped behind the door.

I can't breathe

Dead silence, until one moment, the door opened.

The raging winds like tsunamis dissipated at this moment, and the clear sky returned to the sea again.

Wallis gasped, not caring to wipe the sweat, and his pupils reflected the figure standing at the door.

The middle-aged man was not tall, but he just stood there, like the eye of the storm, with a solemnity that could not be ignored.

"Idiot."

Then the man uttered a word.

"Father?"

Wallis said subconsciously.

"I shouldn't have tolerated you after your mother's death. It led to a big mistake." Ottoro stepped forward step by step: "Idiot! Hopeless! You can deal with those company people and do business. With me here, you can try all these, no problem - but how dare you really do treason!"

"I didn't commit treason!" Wallis raised his voice, and then suddenly realized something, and said in disbelief: "You, knew it a long time ago?"

Ottoro was still moving forward, and Wallis couldn't help but began to step back step by step.

"Can you hide it?" Ottoro's voice was as cold as iron: "If there is no treason, how could the border inspectors start investigating you!"

Wallis felt like he was falling into an ice cave. He said in disbelief: "Wait, I didn't receive any news"

"Komben, it's my jurisdiction!"

Wallis wanted to retreat, but Ottoro rushed forward and grabbed the former's shoulder with one hand like an iron clamp: "I can't hide their actions, but you?"

"No. No." Wallis felt his shoulder cracking and it hurt so much. For the first time, he felt how powerful his father's hand was. It was an experience he had never had in his 27 years of life: "Since you already knew it, it must be you who acquiesced to all this-"

"Because I never thought about it." Ottoro's nose was almost touching Wallis's face: "My son, Ottoro Sammon, would be so confused."