Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 299 Burned out
As he raised his head, his prosthetic eye began to function fully.

The high-precision image recognition module quickly compared and recorded the appearance, and connected to the monitoring network, trying to use the fifth-level authority to draw on the database and determine the other party's identity.

Then it stopped abruptly.

[Sorry, your current signal is unstable and the link has been disconnected——]

One, two, three, almost in an instant, dense scarlet pop-up windows filled the field of vision, and the man was horrified to find that his connection with the monitoring network was interrupted!

"The power of the Internet surveillance system is as great as that of a prison. It is terrifying. But it doesn't mean that you should be the same."

Song Shi said calmly: "If we can't break into the 'surveillance network', can we break into your prosthetic protection?"

"——I promise on the honor of Xiyuan He family!"

As if he suddenly thought of something, He Haowen's panicked expression suddenly paused, and he said in a hurry: "Sir, Sir! If you leave now, I promise that no one will bother you - what do you want? Silver coupons? Rare treasures? I can also give them to you!"

"How generous! And you won't hold me accountable for my criminal behavior."

Song Shi clapped his hands: "Then should I still be grateful to you?"

Hearing this, He Haowen swallowed his saliva and his forehead became even sweatier.

Being a child of an aristocratic family, observing people's expressions and face recognition are basic skills. Although he was not very good at it at first, he was still better than most people. Now looking at the other party's tone - Damn it! Damn it! Is my life over?
As his thoughts turned over and over, He Haowen suppressed his fear and spoke again, "Wait a minute, wait a minute. Can you tell me some cause and effect? ​​Even if I have to die, how about letting me be a ghost who understands it?"

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I, He, believe that I have always been kind to others. I can't say that I have made many good friends, but at least I have not stirred up trouble and have always been content with my duties. How have I offended you?"

——I usually pay for my time in the Jiaofang wine shop! When I have a dispute with someone, I rarely use the name of Xiyuan He to pressure them!

not to mention.
He Haowen subconsciously glanced at Wang Hu's body beside him out of the corner of his eye.

A second-ring psychic, an active military attaché from the Zhenping Battalion, a "sixth-class person", could easily massacre a special armed team or even decide the outcome of a battle in a complex environment like urban street fighting.

Moreover, Wang Hu's [Vajra Force] is not just for show, it can withstand bullets! Even if he can't defeat his opponent, he can at least delay it. But in the end, he was killed by the person in front of him!
Third ring. Definitely a third ring psychic!
"——Do you really treat people with kindness and make many good friends?"

He Haowen heard the other party speak.

He was stunned for a moment, racking his brains to recall, but he still couldn't figure out what went wrong - he really was one of those people who followed the rules.

"Forget it, don't even think about it. It makes me uncomfortable."

Song Shi sighed: "I'll just reveal the answer to you directly."

He Haowen subconsciously opened his eyes wide.

"The one with the surname Lu."

He Haowen hesitated for a moment: "Which Lu Baichuan? Or Fengze?"

"Lu from Fangquan."

He Haowen was still thinking about which family in Fang Quan had the surname Lu, and his brain was still in a daze. At this moment, a red-gold flame rose violently and rushed towards him!

From the gap in the surging flames, the man saw a pair of eyes that also shone with a red-gold hue.

He suddenly realized something.

"You are talking about Lu Yun——?! You want to provoke my Xiyuan He family just for a mere eighth-class person?!"

A third-ring psychic. Even if he has no background, or even if he joined the East Land Republic from other forces and started from scratch, he can be directly granted the status of "fifth class".

If they make achievements in the future, or are recruited, invested in, or married into a noble family, it is not difficult to be promoted to the "fourth class". In the eyes of the upper class, this kind of "fourth class" achieved by one's own strength is much more valuable than the ordinary children of noble families who get their status only by blood.

Such a person! Why——!
"Because I wanted to, I did it." Song Shi snapped his fingers: "My doubts have been answered. Can you die in peace? Rest in peace."

The flames suddenly swelled, and He Haowen abruptly got up, trying to run out of the tea room. However, halfway through "standing up", his entire body collapsed like a sand castle in the wind, turning into ashes on the ground.

"The average ones don't feel as good as the first or second-rate ones when they burn."

Song Shi stretched out his arms, took off his coat casually, wrapped something in the flames, put it in his arms, then picked up the black umbrella again, walked out of the tea room, and never looked back.

It was not until seven minutes later that the teahouse suddenly burst into flames, crackling like a swaying torch in the drizzle, and slowly burned and collapsed.

Then, there was a burst of terrified shouts of “The water’s burning—!”

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"——Thirty-four minutes, perfect."

When Song Shi walked into this semi-abandoned building materials warehouse located on the outskirts of Sanqiu City, Lu Yun had already woken up, with lapis lazuli floating beside him.

"You woke up pretty quickly." Song Shi nodded to Lapis Lazuli first, then looked at him: "It's a good thing that you can move. We have to prepare to run."

"I I can't leave!"

Lu Yun gritted his teeth, making a crackling sound. "Thank you very much for your kindness, brother! But I must take revenge! It doesn't matter if I die! You guys go first!"

"Oh, you're very brave." Song Shi praised.

"But don't bother."

Song Shi shook the rolled-up coat and threw it to the ground, only to see a ball slowly rolling out from it.

The look of fear on it is still vivid.

"Beheading in public is a fine tradition of the people of Donglu." Song Shi pinched his chin: "In theory, you should put his head on the grave of your whole family to show your revenge, but now the situation is special and you definitely can't enter the cemetery, so let's simplify the process."

"Of course, if you insist on carrying it with you and observing and playing with it at any time - I don't recommend doing so."

Lu Yun stood there in a daze.

He stared at the head intently and dazedly. It was a strange face. There was no doubt that he had never known the person.
My father, my mother, my sister.

He died because of him.

"This is."

Song Shi suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then he looked at Lapis Lazuli.

"——Psychic awakening?"

Lu Yun suddenly knelt on the ground with his head on his chest, but that was not an expression of gratitude. Rather, it was a posture of weakness after losing consciousness.

At the same time, in perception, the other party's body began to emit the light of psychic energy.

"Well, that's normal." Song Shi thought for a moment and made his comment: "Extreme joy and extreme sorrow, the chain impact of extreme emotions triggered the awakening of spiritual energy."

(End of this chapter)