Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 133 Funeral
Seven Illuminators lost their lives during Operation Moth, and including the members of Blackskull, the number reached nineteen. Blackskull himself was killed in the city hall building. He was seriously injured and roared to kill the last armed member of the company, but a high-pressure hot melt bullet ended his life and burned them both to charred shells.

No bones remain.

Today is the funeral of the victims.

More than half a month has passed since the end of Operation Moth. All the logos of Emerald Pharmaceuticals, which once controlled the entire Palose and were omnipresent, have disappeared at an astonishing speed.

Just like after a heavy spring rain, the grass and trees from the remaining companies grew wildly overnight, greedily devouring the legacy of Emerald Pharmaceuticals and filling the vacant market left by it.

But as if they were wary of something, these companies were cautious in their actions towards Palose.

"A director of Ksim Life Comprehensive Insurance has announced on his personal social media account that he is very optimistic about the future development prospects of Palose."

The cemetery is located on a hill, with a winding stone road spreading upward. Song Shi and Harold walked together. The former said, "Although 'Ksim Life Comprehensive Security' has not issued any official statement, I guess their expedition team is already preparing."

“Prospects for development?”

Harold shook his head and sneered, "They are just coveting the legacy left by Jade Pharmaceuticals. Jade Pharmaceuticals has laid a solid foundation in Palose over the years for those medical institutions and downstream pharmaceutical factories that are about to be sold. They cannot refuse such a brand new blank market that is not monopolized by giant companies in the same field."

"They are just observing for now." Harold said, "They are afraid of us."

As the dust settled, the people of Palose finally understood and believed that it was the Enlightened One who revealed the "Three-Phase Base Plan" and saved many lives to some extent.

With this great reputation, Harold, who took over the position of "Commander", did not hesitate to secretly recruit the first batch of members - of course, these newcomers are still in the selection and review stage.

When the passion that rushed to their heads gradually fades away, many of them will surely begin to regret why they joined the anti-company organization, and Harold will give them a chance to regret it.

But at the same time, there are also some elites who are attracted and join.

At the same time, he also held several private talks with the city government on behalf of Qimingzhe and reached some transaction agreements that were not on paper.

Today, the Enlightened have begun to replace the "Rampant Blood" and become the new generation of underground rule makers in the Deep Moss Zone. The city government will accept this result by default - but only "for now".

Once the Enlightened Ones fall into decline again, they will not hesitate to tear up the agreement and take everything back.

".Rampant blood."

Speaking of this gang, which was originally the largest, Harold pondered for a while and looked at Song Shi: "According to intelligence, on the day of the Moth Operation, Tang Rekton was ready to lead his men to raid the Enlightened, but someone stopped them. Do you know who this person is?"

He tapped his forehead, and a blurry video was sent to Song Shi’s phone.

On the screen, a middle-aged man dressed in black priest clothes and a sturdy man with prosthetics were violently fighting each other. The area around them was in a mess. The chain sword and the cross silver sword kept colliding, and dazzling sparks almost formed a line. Then, as if there was an aftermath, the video camera suddenly cracked and fell into darkness.

Seeing this figure, Song Shi raised his eyebrows.

"I really know who he is." After a long while, the young man smiled and said, "Let me guess, has he left Palose?"

Harold was slightly startled.

"Yes, Flash Star checked the channel camera. He left Palose on the same day after killing Tang Rekton. How did you know?"

"Then don't worry about it."

Song Shi turned his head and looked towards the north: "He probably won't come back again."

"Because he has to go back to the place where he was born and face a result, which is probably death. But I hope he can achieve another result and have a new life."

Hearing this, Harold was startled. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he just said, ".So that's how it is."

Song Shi’s gaze has been withdrawn from the north.

He stopped, stood on the stone steps halfway up the mountain, and turned to look towards the main city of Palose in the distance.

The holographic advertising airships were still flying around the city, the brilliant neon lights were always on day and night, and the Three-Phase Base Project, Operation Moth, and the Battle of the First Research Institute, all of which sounded like they had shocked the entire city, seemed to have never happened.

Yesterday and today, today and tomorrow, nothing seems to have changed.

The past remains the same.

But in the eyes of Song Shi and Harold, they clearly saw that the tall tower named "Emerald Pharmaceuticals" that originally stood in the center of Palose had completely collapsed.

But in the ruins, new towers named "Company" are rising up impatiently, trying to reach the horizon overlooked by the former Jade Pharmaceutical. This sky, whether blue or turbid, never belongs to the people below.

"——How do you feel the pressure?"

Song Shi didn't turn around. He smiled and said, "Next, you will no longer be facing only 'Emerald Pharmaceuticals'."

"Is it pressure?"

Harold also did not turn his head, he was also staring at the city of Parose in the distance.

"Song Shi, do you know the average survival time of a commander in Parose?"

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he gave the answer directly.

"Three years."

"When I joined the Enlightened, our commander was Sister Cornelia. She served as commander for three and a half years, and then died in battle last year."

"The eldest, Alnan, has a shorter title. After we were severely damaged, he took over the position of commander as a former strategic analyst in accordance with the wartime emergency regulations." A hint of emotion emerged in Harold's eyes: "You know this. He served for a year and then died a month ago."

"As for the third, second, and first ones, I don't know much either, so I won't talk about them."

Harold paused, staring up at the sky:

"——I will live longer than them, than my elder sister, than Arnan, and than everyone else."

He said: "The city government is compromising, the companies are still hesitating and observing, and the scientific ethics committee will stand on our side in a short time. The conditions I have are far better than they did at that time."

I will survive and live longer - not to survive, but to face and overcome future challenges as a "commander".

Harold suddenly laughed.

"It's really amazing to say that." He raised his head slightly, as if he was laughing or sighing. He subconsciously reached into his arms to take out a cigarette, but after thinking about the occasion, he gave up the idea: "A person like me can actually become a boss."

He patted Song Shi's shoulder and said with a smile, "Next time we meet, I'll treat you to a meal, how about that?"

Song Shi simply said: "Okay, I'll save a seat for you then."

When they reached the top of the mountain, the rest of the group had already arrived.

There weren't many people at the funeral today. The First Action Group and some members of the Enlightened Ones. Leona also had someone send a bouquet of flowers, which was said to be given to Alnan in her personal name.

Most people changed into or rented black clothes - Song Shi was the same. He wore a black and white suit, which did not look out of place.

A newly built stone tombstone stands quietly, engraved with names, birth and death dates, and a brief biography.

Looking at the tombstones, some people had tense faces, some showed sadness, and some were crying silently. Everything was quiet.

When Shan Xing inadvertently turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Song Shi's expression beside him and was startled.

As if he guessed what she wanted to ask, the young man shook his head gently: "I will not be sad because of a simple death."

"Arnan, and the others buried in here," he said calmly, "They died for their own ideals and goals. What's there to be sad about dying on their own path? I'm happy for them, and I think they also want others to be happy for them."

“But this is my personal opinion.”

"So, I can understand and identify with those who are sad about this."

The young man paused and said nothing more.

Staring at the tombstone, he squatted down and presented a bouquet of unknown white flowers.

【RIP】

[Someone is buried here]

Please remember them

(End of this chapter)