Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 140 Farewell
Tall buildings stand behind him, and the surroundings at this moment are mostly overpasses and low factories.

This is already the suburbs of Palose.

Three miles further ahead is the entry inspection passage between Wasteland and Palose, where fully armed border guards and sentry towers are stationed, and checkpoints are set up one after another.

Outsiders who want to enter Palose need to undergo an asset audit in advance. If they do not meet certain standards, they will not be issued a temporary residence permit and will be turned away.

Of course, there are always many refugees who choose to sneak across the border in the dark, and border guards, companies and the government turn a blind eye to this - the former can take the opportunity to earn "tolls", and the latter need such cheap labor.

Without a temporary residence permit, they are not considered as real citizens of Palose and cannot enjoy full legal human rights. They can only find someone to apply for a fake identity, or simply do not have the money to apply for a fake identity, so they can only work in various factories and other places as illegal workers who consume human resources.

Of course, the people who hire them will not offer high remuneration, let alone sign paper contracts - it is illegal to employ illegal workers! This kind of handle cannot be left to the government's labor arbitration department.

The employment cost is extremely low, and there is no need to be responsible if an accident occurs. At the same time, as "black households" with nowhere else to go, these people must work as hard as possible, otherwise they will be kicked out at any time without signing a labor contract - there are many people who want to take their jobs.

Their few consolations are that living in Palose at least provides them with clean water and food, and they don't have to worry about sudden natural disasters or weather conditions. They can also use public Wi-Fi from time to time to access the Internet. After all, they don't have the money to pay for various Internet packages and services.

Of course, using a public Wi-Fi network that is linked to who knows how many weird things basically means that in the next few weeks, your artificial eye will be filled with all kinds of low-quality ads and pop-ups.

The only hope, or dream, of these illegal residents is to earn enough money one day, pass the joint asset audit by the city government and the company, pay the extra management costs that the government has paid for all these years as an "illegal household", and become a real, registered Palose resident, finally qualified to take root in this city.

Just qualified.

“Is there still a farewell party?”

Under the turbid sky, leaning on the vehicle beside him, Song Shi smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Under his elbow was a medium-sized hybrid vehicle. Its aerodynamic body presented a unique streamlined shape, and the tight-fitting lightweight armor plates could not change this.

On the sides of the rear seat of the motorcycle, there are two small metal storage boxes, which contain some emergency repair tools, bags of purified water and energy bars, as well as a small amount of bullets and other supplies.

"Harold and the others were busy, so only Twinklestar and I came."

As Quemu spoke, he took out a camera from his arms. The camera flashed and pointed the lens at Song Shi.

"Sparkling Star has something else to do, but she said she still wanted to come and see you off, so she asked me to bring this over."

The next moment, a familiar voice rang out from the speaker below the camera: "The camera is fine, and then hello, can you hear me?"

"What's the difference between this and you just giving me a video call?"

"A sense of ceremony!" Shan Xing said forcefully: "With this, it's like I'm there in person!"

Song Shi nodded and said, "Okay. You reminded me. Now I remember that I really need your help with something."

"What's the deal?"

"Please help me get a pirated membership account for any of the entertainment platforms under the Dust Contract Generation, such as Valhalla Live, Heavenly Kingdom Video, and Golden Headlines. I will download some offline entertainment to kill time in the wasteland, otherwise it will be too boring."

".ah?"

Shan Xing's voice sounded a little confused: "Don't you have money? Why don't you just become a member?"

"The membership levels and rules of these platforms are too complicated, and I don't want to spend the energy to figure them out one by one. Of course, this is not the point."

Song Shi raised a finger and said sternly: "-Every penny I pay to the company now will become a bullet shot at me in the future."

Hearing this, Shan Xing was silent for a while. After a long time, he said speechlessly: "Okay, it's all done. I'll pack it and send it to your mailbox. You can take your time to read it on the way."

The Seven Lands War turned 40% of the world into a lifeless "wasteland", and the establishment of the domain firewall divided the World Wide Web, which originally spread across the globe, into the "Abyss" and the "Upper Network".

There is no need to mention the former, while the latter has evolved into large semi-isolated domains based on real gathering points, usually cities.

If you cannot afford the high cross-regional roaming charges, then the network services and information flows you can enjoy are mostly limited to the network domain of the city you are in. Of course, there are also a few companies that, in order to promote and occupy the market, do not hesitate to take the initiative to bear this part of the "cross-regional roaming charges" for users.

Just like [Feng Xun], which was launched by the giant enterprise [Dust Contract Generation] and is now the most popular and hottest personal social platform, even one that has almost achieved a monopoly.

Because of this, although the world's technological development is changing with each passing day, in the field of the Internet, at least in terms of "freedom" and "circulation", there has been a certain degree of regression - this is also the reason why a name is popular on the Internet.

——"We are all prisoners in the LAN."

In the wasteland outside the city, the network will fluctuate to varying degrees, or the signal will disappear directly, depending on the remoteness of the location, terrain, radiation, climate, etc. In short, don't expect to be as smooth as in the city.

"Song Shi, I've already put the sniper rifle you asked for in the trunk."

After Flashstar finished speaking, Quemu spoke up: "You asked for accuracy and range, so I chose this 'Fang'. It has excellent accuracy, and the theoretical maximum range is four thousand meters. The disadvantage is that it is not very lethal, and the barrel wears out quickly, so it needs to be replaced frequently. However, I gave you three barrels, which should be enough for a while."

"I have debugged the basics, but you have to study the details slowly. Everyone has different habits, and the parameters I am used to may not be suitable for you."

"That's enough." Song Shi nodded and said with a smile, "I have 'sparks' that can be filled into bullets, so the lethality doesn't matter."

As if he had guessed what the other party wanted to ask, Song Shi said straightforwardly: "In terms of kinetic energy and penetration alone, it is still not as good as your 'Giant War' when it is fully deployed."

"Second ring, I can't absolutely converge the 'spark' into a point. After the filling bullet is fired, it is bound to expand to a certain extent - you can think of it as a range-effect high-explosive bomb. But I have the Burning Blood and Embers, so the subsequent damage from this bullet will last for a long time."

Quemu thought for a moment: "We are applicable to different scenarios?"

"That's not the way to put it. But let's understand it this way, that's fine." Song Shi pointed at the other person's eyes and said seriously, "Quemu, I think you have the talent to advance to the second ring. I hope that next time we meet, you will already be the second ring of [Truth]."

Quemu nodded.

"--OK."

Song Shi climbed into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the engine, which had been specially modulated and enhanced by Tabitha, began to roar.

"That's about it, everyone. See you next time—"

"Aren't you going to say anything in this kind of situation?" Shan Xing couldn't help but ask.

"No need!"

Song Shi laughed loudly, and rushed out in an instant, his voice disappearing with the wind: "It's not a farewell forever! Die later, there will be plenty of opportunities to meet again in the future!"

"Huh, die later?"

Twinklestar was amused, her camera swiveling around, looking at the silhouette disappearing at the end of the road in the distance.

After a while, she said, "Quemu. I feel like we have met an extraordinary person."

"Which ordinary person can beat Gabey in the second round?" Quemu asked back. He paused for a moment and said, "I believe Song Shi will definitely do something great in the future. We met him before he really became famous. We didn't have any enmity with him and we even had a good relationship. That's enough."

"That makes sense." Shanxing commented, "I think my position as 'strategic analyst' should be given to you."

"Uh"

Shanxing laughed, and then his tone became serious again: "Let's go, we still have things to do. Harold has encountered a lot of troubles these days."

"Ah."

So, in the wind, this place became empty again.

(End of this chapter)