Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 424 My Hometown
The old man pulled up his trouser legs, and the trouser legs, which were stained with hardened mud, fell off with a click, revealing the true appearance underneath.

It was a mechanical prosthesis made of heavy steel, a very old-fashioned design. The factory number on the side had been worn off, and the anti-rust coating had obviously been sprayed repeatedly countless times, like stains accumulated over the years, making the color of the prosthesis's case look different shades.

"Want to guess? How long has this leg been with me?"

The old man knocked on the leg, and there was a dull sound.

"Eleven years." Song Shi did not hesitate: "Three months up and down."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something, but for a moment he was at a loss for words.

"I have done some research on prosthetics, I mean in terms of application areas."

Song Shi looked at the prosthetic leg and said, "If you can't judge the target's prosthetic usage time and evaluate its performance retention, and just blindly act, you don't want to live."

In my previous life, I was a freelance bounty hunter, fighting my enemies purely with psychic powers and external weapons.

But in this era, it doesn’t matter whether you have prosthetics implanted or not, but if you are completely ignorant of your enemy’s prosthetics, then you are probably seeking death.

Song Shi added in his heart.

Of course, it is only limited to before the third ring.

Even with the old man's calm state of mind over a long period of time, he still felt that the young man in front of him was a little weird. He didn't look very old, but how come he had been with the Wanderer tribe for a period of time, knew about intelligent machines, and had in-depth research on prosthetics?
However, as the flames flickered, the old man finally said just one sentence.

"Yes, this leg has been with me for eleven years and two months."

His hands, covered with thick calluses, touched a scratch on the surface of the prosthetic leg, feeling the familiar slight scratching sensation, then he pulled down his trouser legs and returned to normal.

"I've lived for seventy-three years. My neural circuits are too old to be replaced with prosthetics. I don't want to live my whole life and end up being a cyberpsychopath."

The old man shook his head. “Some nights, I can still remember the first time I went into town alone to buy supplies, but now I am the oldest guy in the family.”

He didn't speak very fast, and he coughed a few times after every sentence.

"Those who are here are the last of the family."

Song Shi exhaled softly: "So you will die in the wasteland."

"I have lived in the wasteland all my life." The old man stared at the young man calmly and said lightly: "This is my home, this is the cemetery of the Morrow family, I will die here."

"Don't you want to take one last look at your people who have joined Ye Nan before you die?"

"It's meaningless." The old man's expression did not change: "I know what some people call us, a bunch of down-and-out homeless people who stick together for warmth. 'Family' is just a name that makes it easier to stick together."

"They are not wrong. The Wanderers' 'family' culture was indeed born from this." The old man said, "They just got one thing wrong. The emotions of our family are not false."

"My people. I don't really have any hatred towards them."

The old man sighed softly: "We just insisted and went our separate ways."

So there was nothing to say.

In the early morning of the next day, when the world was still in darkness, Song Shi left some common medicines in the felt tent and left the convoy without saying goodbye.

call--

The cold wind howled in my face in the early morning.

Song Shi pressed the steering wheel, turned a blind eye, and put on a cheerful song.

"Is it out of place?" Lapis Lazuli popped up. "Eavesdropping on the conversation, huh?"

"No, I wasn't eavesdropping." Lapis Lazuli replied seriously, "It's just that your sound waves were captured by my sound wave equipment."

"what"

Song Shi casually opened a tube of honey-citrus flavored nutritional paste. Like the medicine he had taken not long ago, these were all supplies left by Xu Yudu, filling the trunk.

"Isn't the atmosphere pretty good?" Song Shi bit the nutrient paste. "His wish is to die in the wasteland, and now he is moving towards this goal step by step. How many people can achieve their goals? This is not something to be happy about. Why do you think my song doesn't fit the atmosphere?"

"Happy. But my representation analysis module shows that the other person's emotions do not include 'happy'."

"It's fine if you just sit in on the discussion, but you're going to start analyzing it?"

"No, I didn't analyze it." Lapis Lazuli explained seriously: "The representation analysis module belongs to my 'information receiving system' and it operates automatically."

Song Shi was choked for a moment, and after a while, he spoke: "That's not how it's calculated."

"According to your calculation, the 'death of a family member' must be sad, but it's not." Song Shi sighed: "Do you understand what it means to die of old age? In this case, even if it is your own father who died, it can be considered a happy death. I can't say how happy it is, but it is definitely not sad."

"The Wanderer tribe is doomed to die. This is part of their culture."

Song Shi said: "This tribe has not been invaded by foreign enemies, nor has it been killed by some security forces as robbers for credit, nor has it been swallowed up by natural disasters in the wasteland. They built a cemetery for themselves and lie down in it safely and securely. This is very good."

“——Let’s not talk about this.”

Song Shi tapped the steering wheel briskly: "Look at the map, how long will it take to reach the border of Ye Nan?"

"Within two days at the current rate," Lapis Lazuli replied.

Not too slow.

But it's a pity that in the past few days since we separated, there has been no news from Xu Yudu, and it is still unclear what he wants to give me.
It was open for who knows how long.

At the end of the distant horizon, a cloud of thick dust suddenly rose up.

With a loud bang, a swift shadow shattered the dust and mist, leaped out into the air, and landed steadily on the ground, continuing to rush forward desperately.

It was a dusty motorcycle, and the rider on it was just racing along, not expecting that he would run into someone in such a vast wasteland.

His eyes suddenly widened, and then he raised the muzzle of the kinetic rifle hanging on his chest without hesitation and pressed the trigger several times towards the sky. The sound of gunfire suddenly pierced the sky.

Taking advantage of the gunshot, he shouted at the SUV in front.

"——Turn around! Run! Now! Quickly!"

The next moment, a giant lizard, which seemed to have been injected with swelling agent, with a body similar to that of a fierce lizard but several times larger than its peers, tore through the exhaust gas and crawled across the ground at a speed that was no less than that of a motorcycle.

The rider cursed inwardly and fired a volley of bullets with his backhand, but the giant lizard's thick mane suddenly glowed faintly, and an invisible force field rose up. Although it shattered in an instant, it still greatly reduced the lethality of the rifle.

Then the SUV stopped.

Then Song Shi got out of the car, took the pistol thrown by Lapis Lazuli, lit the forging flame, and fired a shot.

Then there is no more.

(End of this chapter)