Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 296 Fang Quan
Fangquan is located in the southwest. Since ancient times, it has been a place with abundant water veins and rolling mountains. Every autumn, the drizzle often lasts for more than ten days. The mist is hazy, and the mountains and fields are green and untainted by dust. Looking around, you will feel relaxed and happy.

However, this is also a thing of ancient times.

During the Seven Lands War, Fangquan's ecology suffered severe damage. Although it has not yet become a wasteland, it is still far from fully recovered after decades.

There were still rains along the way, but the acidity was clearly above the standard, dripping over signboards and eaves, biting off rusty iron dust, and merging into strands of turbid sewage that flowed across the streets, swirling and flowing into the equally rusty drainage net cover.

“This environment is not bad.”

He raised the black umbrella slightly, stretched out a hand and touched the drifting raindrops.

Feeling the slight burning sensation in his palm, Song Shi nodded with satisfaction: "In the Enterprise Alliance, the acid rain in the industrial zone over there can corrode people to the bone. Fang Quan said it was acid rain, but it is actually much stronger."

At this moment, we are already in Fangquan County.

With the technical support provided by Lapis Lazuli, the journey can be said to be smooth.

However, due to the licensing requirements for prosthetic implants and past traditional customs, at least in the territory of the East Land Republic, a high level of physical currency circulation is still retained, unlike the corporate alliance where almost all settlements are made through online credit points.

With the silver coupons laundered by the president, regular consumption is not a problem at all.

"I think I should eat and rest first."

Song Shi put away the long-handled black umbrella, shook off the rain, and put it into the red plastic bucket at the door as he walked into the store.

"Boss, give me a bowl of wontons, 4 liang, with red soup, chopped green onions and cilantro."

Song Shi looked at the large plastic-covered menu on the wall and pressed three silver coupons on the table: "Well, let's have a little bit of everything, mix them up, except the ones stuffed with white maggots."

"Okay, sit down, it will be ready soon—"

Song Shi found a seat against the wall and sat down, quietly staring at the rain flowing down the eaves.

There are seven vacancies in the third ring of psionic skills.

Up to now, he has [Disaster Flame] and [Sui Stone], and can also engrave five more spiritual energy skills.

However, considering that [Soaring to the Sky] and [Heart of Jianzhu] were something that he had to obtain, then the remaining three -

Divine eyes, magical body, and the ultimate move that has the final say.

As he was thinking, a sudden noise interrupted him.

".recently."

Song Shi turned around and found that the clerk saw that he was staring outside the door and thought he was bored, so he turned on the TV in the lobby.

".Recently, the '9 drunk driving collision accident' that attracted much attention last month finally came to an end."

On the display screen, the host, dressed in formal attire, was reporting the content with a calm expression and a slow and unhurried tone.

"The suspect admitted his crime. After drinking too much, he still drove the truck on the road, which resulted in a collision with three pedestrians on the road at 8 o'clock that night, killing the three people on the spot. According to subsequent identification, the three people were a family of three. The parents went out to play together to celebrate their daughter's seventh birthday, but such a tragedy happened on their way back."

The screen switched images, and a picture of a man in handcuffs, pinned to a chair, popped up. He looked to be in his early twenties, with blood all over his head, but he showed no fear. The pop-up window next to him providing identity information showed that he was "eighth-class" - the family of three just now was also "eighth-class".

"Within an hour and a half of the incident, with the help of the monitoring network, the public security police were dispatched and successfully arrested the suspect who had fled to a farmhouse. According to the latest revised regulations, the suspect was formally sentenced to death and will be executed in the autumn."

"Hey, your wontons are ready! Enjoy! Enjoy!"

A large bowl of wontons was placed on the table, with white steam rising from it. Each wonton was covered with red oil, dotted with green, and smelled fragrant.

However, at this moment, Song Shi did not start immediately.

He was still staring at the show, tapping the table lightly with his index finger. After a few seconds, Song Shi suddenly called out to the clerk who was about to leave.

"I haven't paid attention to the news for a few days. What's going on?" The clerk was stopped by his call and was stunned for a moment. After hearing what he said, he suddenly realized and said, "Look, someone was hit and killed here last month. A family of three was killed. I heard that they only left a son. It was tragic - tragic -"

In the upper right corner of the display screen is the name of the program, "Sanqiu Case Handling".

Currently located in Sanqiu City, Fangquan, this should be a local legal program.

"So that's it?"

Song Shi nodded, said nothing more, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.

Ten minutes later, after finishing his wontons, the young man walked out the door, opened his umbrella again, and disappeared around the corner.

pat-

Thousands of raindrops swept across the earth.

A middle-aged man stood at the window, watching the ripples on the ground in the front yard.

"Is the case closed?"

The man thought.

Thinking of this, he sat back into the house and could see an infiltration helmet tilted casually on the sofa.

With the savings and resources he has accumulated over the years, although he is not extremely rich, he is definitely not like most people who have to squeeze into Taixu Pavilion's submerged equipment and pay by the hour to enjoy the beauty of the virtual network.

However, although it was wonderful, he was not addicted to it. It was raining outside and he was not in the mood to go online.

"Why not just take a short nap?"

Just then, the door was pushed open.

The door to the living room.

The man was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he drew his gun and retreated towards the bedroom.

Snap.

Song Shi walked into the living room and closed the door.

At the same time, a thin stream of fire appeared from the air, hit the muzzle of the gun, melted into iron slurry, and even climbed up, burning the man's entire arm holding the gun - or to be more precise, the prosthetic arm, into ashes.

But despite the severe pain, the man endured it!

He barely managed to keep his body still and was about to roll into the bedroom, but the next moment, a hand grabbed his throat and ended everything.

"Let's chat." Song Shi looked down at him and said calmly, "Which company hired you?"

"Ahem, ahem, I—"

As his breathing was clamped, the man's face quickly turned red.

However, there was a sound of "click".

The door that had just been closed was opened again!
This time, the action was obviously much more violent, and the door was almost knocked open! A figure shouted angrily, but he saw the scene inside the house and was stunned for a moment, but it was too late to think about it. He clenched the dagger and stabbed violently!

Song Shi didn't even look at him, and kicked him with a whip kick. The former immediately flew backwards at a speed even faster than the thrust, dragging and knocking over a bunch of furniture.

"It's not your turn yet... wait a moment."

Song Shi said casually, loosening his fingers around the man's throat, and then asked, "Last chance, which company hired you?"

(End of this chapter)