Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 142 Galloping Across the Country
"——He looks like a tough guy."

A deliberately low voice rang out from the wireless earphones buried deep inside the skull. The voice was noticeably hoarse because of not eating or drinking for a long time.

But compared to hoarseness, there is more irritation in this voice.

The middle-aged man nicknamed "Old Som" licked his cracked lips, and his high-specification prosthetic eyes clearly captured the scenes thousands of meters away.

As a senior practitioner who makes a living in the wilderness, he knows that "equipment" is more important than "weapons" - it only takes one bullet to kill someone, but confirming the target, selecting the object, and ensuring escape are the real challenges.

——This pair of high-specification implanted prosthetic eyes is a reflection of this.

The sceneries within several thousand meters can be clearly seen, and it also has its own image recognition system. In addition, he spent a lot of money to buy an integrated data package containing the personal files of most of the citizens of Palose from the officials of the Statistics Bureau under the Palose government, and combined the two to screen the targets for action.

"Let me see. Song Shi, a high school dropout, just turned 19, no implant record from a regular hospital. What the hell?"

Looking at the figure galloping at high speed in the distance, and comparing the data files projected on the retina by the artificial eye, the middle-aged man looked ahead carefully again, and his tone gradually became confused: "Is this a student?"

The motorcycle driven by the other party had obviously been modified, and with the eyes honed by the middle-aged man's hunting over the years, it can be judged that the prototype of this motorcycle before the modification was definitely a high-end product.

The smooth driving skills that the other party is currently demonstrating, and the umbrella hanging on the side of the motorcycle - no, it should be some kind of cold weapon storage device that looks like an umbrella.

Apart from his looks, this guy has nothing in common with the young man in the database!
"Damn, a bunch of bastards, no business credit at all, damn."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but curse. It was obvious that there was an error in the database, mixing up the information of several different people. This had happened several times before. Those bastards from the Statistics Bureau took the money and didn't even review and correct the errors. They just packed it up and sent it to him.

"That's enough, stop yelling." The companion's voice sounded in the headset, with an irrepressible tone: "In one word, do you want to fight or not?"

Before the middle-aged man could answer, the person on the other end of the headset said, "I have to remind you that we haven't been open for almost a week. If you dawdle for a few more days, your dear Lida will be drunk like a puff in the Fanshi Nightclub."

"Don't make any noise. Can't you see I'm thinking?"

Ignoring his companions' eagerness, the middle-aged man still spoke with hesitation.

The middle-aged man moved slightly under the thick camouflage blanket that blended into the surrounding environment while blocking out heat energy and electromagnetic searchlights.

At this moment, he and his companion were crawling on both sides of the road in the wasteland. This was one of the few relatively intact roads and was the only way to the nearest gathering place, "Shatu Town".

——At the same time, this is also their "toll section".

The places ahead or behind are the rest of the people's territory. There are countless people who want to eat this bowl of rice in the wasteland. In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts as much as possible, there is a default rule of territory division. Of course, the premise is that you have to conquer it and occupy it with your own hands.

However, many times, when encountering a big fish that is tempting enough, this so-called default rule will disappear instantly, and everyone will rush forward to see who can grab a piece of meat.

"Hey! Hurry up!" his companion urged, "If you keep wasting time, this guy will drive into Dart's territory!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and finally made up his mind.

Honestly, anyone who dares to walk alone in the wasteland must have some talent. But no matter how difficult it is, it will never be more troublesome than the company's armed escort transport team.

Even if it is the latter, as long as the value of the goods is high enough and there are enough bandits gathered in the wasteland, they are not afraid to swarm over and take a bite!
——Done!
The moment he made up his mind, the middle-aged man tore off the camouflage blanket, suddenly turned over, aimed at the motorcycle three hundred meters away, and the muzzle of the gun began to roar wildly!
His actions were so decisive that the sudden exclamation of his companion in the intracranial headset seemed too slow.

"Wait! Something's wrong! Be careful! That guy is a spirit--"

The roar of the motorcycle reached its limit at this moment, and the violent roar of the engine resounded in all directions. A stream of red-gold flames suddenly rose from Song Shi's body and spread violently to the surroundings, causing the kinetic energy of the incoming bullets to decay and the metal bullets to melt. At the same time, the motorcycle changed direction and evaded with an almost counterintuitive operation, leaving a long and deep track on the ground.

During this high-speed turning process, the inertia force was enough to throw a person out, but Song Shi let go of the handle.

He pressed a button on the dashboard, and the trunk of the motorcycle suddenly opened. The kinetic sniper rifle "Fang", which had been split into three sections in advance, bounced into the air - Song Shi leaned back slightly, and with a reaction speed far exceeding that of a natural person, he completed the assembly in mid-air.

——【Fire】Fill.

Then, a dazzling stream of flames that was too dazzling to look directly at burst out from the muzzle of the "Fang", and in an instant it crossed a distance of nearly a thousand meters and hit the target in the distance!

The red streak trailed in the air has not yet completely dissipated.

--boom!

On the ground a thousand meters away, a red-gold spherical field suddenly appeared, then expanded rapidly, spreading to the surroundings, and finally exploded when it expanded to its limit. Splashing flames engulfed the ground within a diameter of more than ten meters.

The companion's voice stopped abruptly.

That was exactly where the other party was hiding.

"The Quemu is indeed well tuned." Song Shi tapped his fangs, quite satisfied: "Well, after this shot, there should be less trouble on the road ahead."

The next moment, he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man two hundred meters away.

The latter was stunned for a moment and stepped back subconsciously.

Song Shi put the fangs back into the trunk, picked them up with his right hand, and killed them again.

The motorcycle started to run again, and flames rose up with the thoughts, lingering around the body.

Charge and slash.

So, cut it off in half.

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When the motorcycle passed the crooked and rusty sign with the words "Shatu Town" written on it, it crossed the main road and stopped in front of a bar with old decoration.

The door of the bar was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in amidst the puff of smoke.

As soon as he entered the door, most people looked up and cast scrutinizing and covetous glances at him, but Song Shi ignored them and walked straight to the bar.

At this moment, a voice broke the silence.

Recalling the news he had just heard not long ago, the bartender behind the bar suppressed his emotions, put on a smile, and pushed out a glass of amber liquid.

"Brother, the car is nice." He said, "This drink is on me."

Song Shi raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not hesitate and drank half the cup in one gulp.

"It's OK, but a little bitter." Song Shi put down the glass and tapped the bar table with his index finger: "But thank you anyway... I have something to ask you, is it convenient for you?"

(End of this chapter)