Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 201 The Meaning of the Flag (Part )
The Enlightened One wins.

In the fierce battle that lasted for several hours, the company's troops led by Fubo Energy, relying on their numerical advantage and under the desperate cover of two level four units, once approached the perimeter of the geothermal power plant extension and destroyed part of the facilities.

It was just that the main part, which was really critical, was not destroyed after all and successfully sank into the ground. The damaged facilities would affect the power supply of the extension for a period of time, but it was harmless.

For this impact, the company paid the price of most of its ground forces' casualties, as well as the immediate deaths of three level 4 units.

Some of the Enlightened also died, but no one in the most critical level-four units died. In the worst case, they were only seriously injured and needed a long period of recuperation.

Although they have always emphasized "equality" and "life cannot be measured by value", even within the Enlightened, most members do not agree with this. They clearly understand that some people are simply more valuable than others.

The fourth-level units are composed of people who are more "valuable".

——The extension of the geothermal power plant was successfully deployed.

——No level 4 units were killed.

——All the strategies set before the action were implemented.

So, that’s a big win!

[Dear gentlemen and ladies or helicopters, it doesn’t matter what it is - dear viewers! Welcome to the news broadcast room of Baidi Society! ]

[This week is really full of surprises. I really want to chat about the weather forecast or what's going on next door first, and rely on this to make time and be a happy salary thief. ]

[Unfortunately, I am indeed an excellent news anchor. My priceless sense of responsibility and the communication from my superior just now told me not to do this, so let's go straight to the topic that everyone has been waiting for - "The Joint Military Exercise of Casting Light City." ]

The program popped up pictures at the right time, and the first-person and camera perspectives kept switching, and the hail of bullets kept lighting up the dark sky.

In the very center of the position, dozens of figures were bombarding each other at high speed. The surroundings were reduced to ruins and razed to the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then the ground began to sink. The people filming circled far away in awe, not daring to get close.

[I must regretfully inform you that this time, evil has defeated justice again. Our righteous corporate coalition - of course, I am not referring to "Fubo Energy" specifically, although they have fallen to the executioner of the Enlightened One again and again, and watched helplessly as the other party's extension was inserted into their territory.]

Even the same news will be presented in different ways depending on the positioning of the program. Obviously, this program belonging to Baidishe is a semi-talk show, with the host beaming with joy, and his expression constantly switching between stunned and grinning.

"You actually like watching this type of thing?"

When Song Shi walked into the room, Cha Kolo was sitting in a chair, staring at the TV with these on it.

"A lot of people died this time." Song Shi was not polite. He pulled over a chair and sat down, and asked seriously, "How can you still be in the mood to watch a talk show?"

"It's 'sacrifice'."

Cha Keluo corrected him seriously. He turned off the TV, turned around, and shook his head slightly: "Mood. Didn't you just come down from the celebration party?"

"There's no other way. If I stay any longer, I won't be able to get up tomorrow."

The original seriousness disappeared in an instant. Song Shi leaned back in his chair and yawned: "I don't have an 'enzyme generator' implanted in my body. My body is filled with alcohol-degrading enzymes. I can't hold a liter of wine like them."

In a battlefield of this intensity, even if Song Shi tore through a large part of the enemy's offensive with his own strength, it was impossible to be "intact", and nearly ten people of the Enlightenment still died. "File", who had initially offered to buy Song Shi a drink, was lucky enough to survive, only losing an arm, but that arm was a prosthetic limb, so it could be said to be unscathed.

——So, we should hold a celebration banquet.

Yes, some people did die. They might have been saying hello to each other yesterday, but today the last two of them were all gone, and even their bodies could not be recovered.

But so what?

People who went bankrupt overnight due to technical adjustments and jumped off the building to die. People who were shot in the head by a passing cyber psychopath. People who relied on stimulants to improve their work efficiency but died suddenly due to overtime. People who installed prosthetics to improve their competitiveness but could not afford advanced rejection agents, so they could only buy some low-quality products on the black market without any quality assurance, and then died in the bathtub.
In this era, death is no longer a solemn and sacred thing. Who among those who choose to stand on the battlefield has not seen a pile of dead people? They are indeed dead, but their deaths are meaningful and valuable.

Being able to die meaningfully is something that countless people are striving for and dreaming of.

For more people who die, it’s only a week or half a month later, when they default on their installment payments, that they’re discovered as a pool of rotten flesh in an apartment. After their prosthetic bodies that can be sold are taken away, they’re stuffed into bags and sent to public crematoriums or garbage stations.

"call"

Song Shi slowly exhaled, and flames ignited all over his body. The flames disappeared in an instant, burning up all the alcohol he had drunk.

As the focus of this battle, or even a key figure, Song Shi is of course indispensable to tonight's celebration banquet, and a bunch of people surrounded him and forced him to drink.

When the gang got drunk and started carrying out gasoline barrels labeled with industrial alcohol, he felt something was wrong and quickly found an excuse to escape.

"I wonder if Fubo Energy is also holding a celebration banquet at this time?"

Song Shi leaned back slightly, smiling: "Do you think they can swallow this?"

On the battlefield yesterday, when the security chief, Nancin Groden, launched a surprise attack and was grabbed by Chakoro from a distance, the entire position was still for a moment - to be precise, the fourth-level units that felt the psychic energy all separated at the same time and cast their eyes there.

"I can take action against Nansing Groden, but it will be very troublesome to really kill him." Chakoro said, "But he will have to lie in bed for the next three months."

Yes.

On the battlefield yesterday, Chakoro did not actually kill the security director of Fubo Energy.

Assuming that no one from either side has combat power of level 5 or above, then even Chakolo can't really kill them.

A psychic at the peak of the third ring, this is already the highest combat power in the City of Forged Light. If he were to kill him, the original balance of the situation would inevitably be broken, leading to a more chaotic and dangerous direction - the "rebels" could ignore it, but the "commander-in-chief" of the Enlightened Ones could not ignore it.

and so.

He just did it in front of all the Level 4 units present, in front of the whole city, under the gaze of a bunch of cameras.

Throw Nance Groden into the sky.

——Then, it spanned most of the city and smashed into the top floor of Fu Bo Energy’s landmark building in Zhuguang City!

(End of this chapter)