Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 257 [Eshua Groden]

Destroy and destroy.

In front of the mighty flames that suddenly burst into view, everything, whether it was the walls or the ceiling, or even the partitioning alloy plates that rose up in a large scarlet warning, melted away in an instant like cheese, leaving only a huge burning gap.

Before the roar of the collision could even be heard, they were already burned to ashes by the pitch-black flames.

The three fully armed security personnel of the airship felt the scorching power approaching rapidly from the front. They took a deep breath and saw the bitterness in each other's artificial eyes.

But thinking of the huge pile of bills that were to be delivered on time at the end of the month, the three of them could only grit their teeth, pick up their weapons, and stand guard at the end of this indoor corridor, praying that the traps they had set up in advance on the opponent's route would work.

next moment.

Their artificial eyes reflected the wall in front of them that suddenly melted away, and even the raging black flames bursting out from the huge gap!

One of them suddenly yelled: "Accurate——"

Then, it stopped abruptly.

The plasma mixing mines, triggered mines, temporary gravity field traps, etc. set up along the way, along with a colleague who turned on optical stealth and neural acceleration and was ready to look for an opportunity, were all torn to pieces and turned into ashes by the narrow flame wings that rushed in with a loud bang!

The room, no, the entire corridor, was instantly filled with dark flames! Everything inside was completely melted and burned!

There was no sign of his momentum slowing down because of these four people.

With the force of a meteorite falling from the sky, Song Shi rushed in violently in just a few breaths, almost drilling through the entire Bordeaux. As the flames spread wildly, the chain explosions and building disintegrations never stopped, and dull roars echoed in various areas of the airship.

Until reaching the deepest part of Bordeaux's fourth-floor cabin.

The flame stream that had been running straight all the way finally stopped for the first time.

The pitch-black flames were still raging, but the outline of a young man emerged from the flames.

Then, Song Shi came out.

"—!"

The moment she saw the young man, the woman was stunned for a moment, and then her beautiful face quickly turned pale. Her hands, which were holding a backpack, began to tremble violently. She seemed to want to carry it, but she failed several times because of her shaking hands.

her side.

As if he hadn't noticed the uninvited guest, the middle-aged man stretched out one hand to hold the woman still, while with his other hand he cleanly tore off the troublesome part of her luxurious dress and put the backpack on her.

The woman didn't bother to say anything. She just swallowed her saliva, stared at the young man in front of her, and retreated cautiously. After a few steps, she suddenly turned and ran towards the open porthole in the distance, running for her life on the hand-woven native wool blanket.

Then, a stream of fire pierced through her, and before the woman realized that she had been hit, she stumbled and fell, turning into ashes halfway.

"Such an extreme psychic skill. Such a special way of controlling it." Looking at the majestic black flames swirling around the other party, the middle-aged man said, "You can actually control it."

"As long as someone uses the Red Lotus Karma Fire to torture their hearts and experience the feeling of being burned by sin, I believe everyone can develop something similar."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly. Only then did he look at the ashes not far away, and then looked at the other person again: "Without hesitation?" "Pamela Sara, a well-known actress and singer, has a decadent private life, but with the help of the record distribution company behind her, she has personally ruined the families of dozens of "malicious rumormongers" or sent them to prison."

Song Shi's dark pupils were filled with evil flames, as if it was an illusion. Even the young man's tone was a little cruel: "Kill me if you want to. Why hesitate?"

"—— Ishua Groden." Song Shi's voice was like burning fire, but in the ears of others, it was not warm at all, only pure coldness: "Why don't you hide in the safe house and delay time?"

".Hide in the safe house."

A calm expression appeared on the face that hadn't had time to wash off the oily makeup. The man shook his head slightly: "Dadasoya, how could he escape? If he escaped, how could he become the 'Light Thief'?"

"But there are indeed some people in the safe house." After a pause, the man said calmly, "They don't dare to jump in with the airborne bag. They think that they can just hide in a safe place, shiver, and wait for rescue."

"Dadasoya?"

Song Shi repeated the name: "--Do you think you are a 'Light Stealer'?"

Large pieces of burning gold foil were flying among the ruins, tumbling into the collapsed ceiling, and flying along the walls. Behind them, expensive solid wood furniture and master's oil paintings that were originally hung on the walls and now tilted to one side and the other, all symbols of credit points were burning rapidly and turned into insignificant gray smoke.

At the moment when the disaster arrived, large areas of buildings collapsed and burned, and all nearby monitoring and electronic equipment were melted into iron slurry. This magnificent Bordeaux has now become a true "silent zone".

No one is watching, no one is peeping.

"Why not?" Ishua suddenly laughed, but that smile was not an entity transformed from emotion. It was more like he felt that he should laugh at this moment.

The man said, "Why not?"

"Because you are Groden." Song Shi raised his eyes, and a deep, burning breath leaked out from his voice: "Stolen Sun, you want to talk about the energy supply preferential regulations scheduled for the next quarter?"

“Energy is the heart of a city. Only abundant energy can awaken a city and revive it. The city is now the only destination for mankind.”

As if he didn't sense the murderous intent that was burning fiercely under the other party's voice, Ishua said calmly: "When energy becomes cheap, everyone's life - the life of those at the bottom of society - will become better."

“This is an inevitable byproduct of urban recovery. It cannot be diverted by human will, and even the companies cannot stop it.”

Yishua said slowly, "At least no one will freeze to death at home because they can't afford the electricity bill. No one will stay at their workstation voluntarily to work overtime just to get the abundant heating provided by the company, and then be found dead by colleagues in the early morning of the next day due to overwork. In order to earn enough electricity for their family, they choose to work multiple high-risk jobs at the same time, and then one day an accident happens, and the compensation - no, his family will have to pay the company for the related losses due to the delay in the business progress."

The smile on the man's face had long since disappeared.

There was no emotion in his tone, but every time he gave an example, it was as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

Ishua Groden looked the young man straight in the eye.

"Steal light from the gods."

He spoke word by word: "—This is the only right way."

(End of this chapter)