Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 324 Welcome Welcome
Honestly, the method is okay.

But it's just okay.

The two men have similar constitutions, both are first-level [Transcendence], but both have implanted excessive amounts of prosthetics, thus bringing combat power beyond simple psychic power, comparable to weaker second-level psychics.

Although they were fighting, both sides obviously knew their limits and did not use real weapons. They chose to fight the enemy with their bare hands, limiting the destructive power of the battle to the level of demolishing a house.

The former is proficient in the "cannon hammer" boxing technique. Every blow he makes uses the rack as the tendon, gunpowder as fuel, and connecting rod as the bone. Accompanied by the roar of artillery fire, the punches he throws are powerful and the momentum is astonishing.

The latter was no less impressive. He put two fingers together and stretched them out as a sword, and he slashed, hacked, and cut. It was obvious that he had great sword skills, especially the plasma streams that occasionally erupted from his fingertips, which turned into sword light for sneak attacks and repeatedly restricted the opponent's "cannon hammer" boxing momentum.

And outside the "circle" where the two are fighting.

Those who were leaving did not really retreat. They crowded together. Those with worse prosthetic limbs stood on the street, while those with stronger prosthetic limbs and better athletic ability climbed up to the higher floors of the building. The outer walls, eaves and windowsills were filled with people squatting.

Those with artificial eyes opened their eyes wide, excitedly capturing every detail of the battle, while those without artificial eyes took out binoculars from their arms, stared at the battle situation, and cheered loudly with their arms raised.

"What! Could this be the cannon hammer that is said to be the most powerful among all the boxing styles?"

“Turtle! I didn’t expect to see the Light Splitting and Shadow Transforming Sword here today! Woohoo, what a blessing!”

"Good! That's a great punch! The punch was so powerful!"

"Wrong! It's obviously the opponent's swordsmanship that is more powerful! This 'Split Light' simultaneously splits into three sword lights, which are hard to defend against. This shows how skilled he is! He will definitely win easily!"

"Nonsense! Ignoring the facts! Fist filial son!"

"Sword Filial Son!"

"The fist will defeat the sword!"

"Second Hair!"

The two sides fought with rumble and hissing for ten minutes, with fists and swords clashing. All the houses within twenty meters were reduced to ruins, and finally there was a result.

The lieutenant with the cannon hammer seized the opportunity, and at the cost of a cut on his shoulder, he elbowed the opponent close and punched him in the chest. The latter retreated seven steps in one breath, leaving deep footprints with each step, before he recovered.

The latter took a deep breath, looking very unhappy. Without saying a word, he turned around and retreated with the construction team.

"It looks good. It's OK."

Song Shi glanced down and said, "Then this place will hold an investment exhibition."

"This is the rule of the Beiting Defense Line." Ai Lu thought thoughtfully: "It is indeed as rumored."

Lapis Lazuli was not surprised. Its efficiency in searching for information was much better than that of Song Shi and Ai Lu, who were not demons, no, not hackers.

As a force that divides its internal members by military rank, the [Beiting Defense Front] has a very strong atmosphere of fighting, and almost everyone is pursuing greater "power".

As long as you are strong enough, silver coupons, land, followers, reputation, these accessories of power will naturally come to you, just like the enrichment effect of the food chain, the strong can easily grasp everything.

In the Beiting Defense Front, it can be said that everything can be solved through fighting, just like what they just saw.

The two men were obviously holding concurrent posts in the city government, but when their tasks conflicted, they might have simply found an excuse to annoy each other. So, both sides gave up their posts in the city government and chose to fight as "second lieutenants", and this was the final result.

"Yes, this is the rule of the Beiting Defense Line."

Song Shi spread out his hands.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and those people who had evacuated not long ago returned to their original positions.

The chef and waiter of the restaurant still had a flush of excitement on their faces. They opened the curtain and walked into the restaurant. They were surprised to see three customers sitting at their seats. "You didn't leave just now?"

"It seems." Song Shi turned his head and smiled at the chef: "No need."

"You're brave." The chef was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs up and expressed his admiration.

The fireworks that were set off before the "fight" between the two lieutenants and the mandatory wide-area warning communications were the requirements of the Beiting Defense Front for anyone engaging in armed combat.

If you didn't do these things, but instead started a fight with someone on the street without any warning, and even caused casualties to innocent people.

Then.

Just die.

There are three ranks and twelve levels of general, colonel and lieutenant, the two generals above them, and even the mighty and powerful marshal, there is always one waiting for you.

But on the other hand, if after receiving these reminders, you want to experience the battle up close, or feel the style of a master, etc., and you stay because of your own will and die in the aftermath of the battle, then there will be no punishment for either party.

However, such people are a minority even in the Beiting Defense Line, mainly because the replenishment speed is not as fast as the consumption speed.

I didn't expect to meet one, uh, two, today, the chef sighed in his heart and was about to deliver a few dishes to the other party personally, but the latter had already stood up, jumped out of the window one by one, and left the restaurant.

In today's world where prosthetic technology is highly developed, jumping from the second floor is no longer surprising.

Song Shi landed on the ground and saw the ruins of a destroyed building not far away. People in police uniforms had begun to set up a cordon, and a bright orange cordon surrounded the building to prevent anyone from entering.

A policeman turned on the recorder with ease and took a detector to repeatedly scan the ruins of the building, occasionally digging up the broken walls and rubble to record the damage inside.

They are assessing the damage.

A more accurate statement would be to assess the losses caused by the confrontation, which resulted in a series of consequences, including collapsed buildings and damaged store equipment.

After an accurate assessment, these losses will be turned into a bill and sent to the instigator, the two lieutenants - the one who lost the battle.

The other party must pay the bill within the time limit, otherwise the case will be transferred to the legal process and sentenced according to the law. Of course, he has one opportunity to object. The Beiting Defense Front will send a military officer of the same level. As long as he can win, the bill will be automatically transferred to that military officer.

Dissent naturally has a price.

If the dissident loses again, the bill will double.

The amount of these bills is usually higher than the actual losses. In addition to the original compensation paid to the victims, the excess money will be turned over to the Beiting Defense Front's fund reserve.

“It’s still the same feeling.”

Song Shi looked around, laughed heartily, and felt more energetic.

A matrix of drones slowly swept across the sky, forming neon patterns that were the logos of the most powerful fighters at the time.

On the outer wall of a building on the commercial street, the host appeared in a huge holographic projection, explaining the duel in the fighting arena with an unrivaled momentum.

In the streets and alleys, people would stop from time to time and look up at the fighters fighting each other fiercely on the screen with enthusiasm and envy.

A soft whistle reached my ears, and looking far away, deep red fireworks slowly dispersed in the sky. For unknown reasons, another battle leading to a showdown began.

On the TV screens on the street, news flashed about the upcoming local investment promotion exhibition. The host finished reporting the news gently, and at the end, as a local, he gave a sincere smile to the people in front of the screen.

"Welcome everyone to the Beiting Defense Line!"

(End of this chapter)