Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 431: Approaching
“This is what it’s like!”

The sturdy man seemed to have not enjoyed it so much in a long time. He let out a long "ha" before putting down the wine glass and wiping his mouth hard.

While he was gulping down the drink, Song Shi was also observing.

The burly man smelled like he had just been dug out of a pile of rust. Or maybe it wasn't like that, because Song Shi saw that his stubble was covered with very fine red rust dust.

The prosthetic mechanical arm with bulging sleeves has a strong industrial style. It is thick, rough, and has scratches of varying sizes. Judging from the shape, it is probably a style that was popular twenty years ago.

No one will doubt its power, just as no one will doubt its price.

"Brother, whatever you want to ask, just say it!"

After one glass of wine, while the second glass was being served, the sturdy man's face became visibly redder, and his tone was obviously much more relaxed.

Probably because I had a good drink.

"Well, let me think about it." Song Shi slowly turned a glass of Mai Tai: "After all, I'm going on a long trip. Is there any 'Panyan Must-Play List' or something like that here?"

"Panyan is such a shabby place, where is there anything to do? Hey, does your prosthetic eye have night vision? If so, you can go to those abandoned factories at night. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to run into someone firing a cannon."

"Forget about this." Song Shi coughed.

"Then there really is nothing. No, it seems there really is!" The sturdy man shook his head: "Brother, if you want to bring enough money, then go to Hongle Avenue. There is nothing missing there. As long as you have money, it will be great!"

It was most likely that his "alcohol-detoxifying enzyme" was turned off. After drinking several liters of wine, the strong man was obviously drunk. He slammed the table hard: "I have two children to feed. Where can I find a job? This shabby place..."

"I really, really——"

"If you're drunk, drink less." The bartender came over and splashed a glass of ice water on the man's face: "Or start the alcohol-detoxifying enzyme quickly."

After pouring the ice water, he showed an apologetic expression to Song Shi: "I'm sorry, Huo Ge has such a bad temper, but he is not a bad person. It's just that the economy here is not good recently, and he just lost his job. Please understand."

"You don't look like a good place here. You're definitely from out of town. If you're interested in history, you can go to the museum in the city center. The exhibits there are quite complete. If you just want to have fun, then Hongle Avenue is the natural choice."

The burly man next to him mumbled something incoherent, then fell asleep with his head banged against the bar.

So Song Shi turned his head and raised his glass slightly towards the bartender.

“Has the environment become so bad?”

"That's it." The bartender spread his hands. "Panyan was great before, all thanks to the war. Now the war is over. There is no environment or resources here. Factories have moved or dispersed. Who would want to stay here?"

"In the past few years, we were able to survive with that little bit of mining. But now the mines are almost closed." The bartender seemed to remember something and laughed angrily: "There are only a few mines, and they are all occupied by those two gangs."

"Two gangs?"

"Didn't you hear everything just now? Lorati and Moore, our best friends who love Panyan City." The bartender slowly spun the cocktail stick: "Add a little development commission, a spoonful of private domain bidding, and some government loans. The above are all nonsense I said after drinking, please don't mind it."

He finally mixed the glass of wine, raised it to the steaming hall, and raised his voice: "The Glory of the Rock—"

The others immediately raised their glasses, the foam spilled out, and they laughed with gritted teeth, "Fuck the glory of the rock!"

"I see."

Song Shi stood up and put down his credit card, which surprised the bartender. He rummaged in the cabinet for a while before taking out an old-fashioned POS machine and paid with the card. After going out, Lapis Lazuli changed from a bracelet back to a machine and followed Song Shi.

Portable drones are not uncommon. In addition to bloggers who need them for work, most people who are keen on shooting personal vlogs will buy one.

If it is the corporate alliance, then how to distinguish whether the portable drones that can be seen everywhere on the road have weapon modules is also a street survival science.

"Um"

Song Shi walked on the cement road. Fortunately, the cracks and winding gaps were not very big, and the impact on the walking experience was far less than the visual impact.

Most of the shops along the street have been closed or turned into ruins. The collapsed steel bars and bricks are piled up in the same place. You can only see one open store every few shops. The owner is hiding in a recliner behind the counter, with a bulging belly and a virtual reality device on his head, turning a blind eye to the outside world.

All that was left was a holographic pop-up window with a scarlet "Thief Will Be Shot To Death" icon on it.

Plastic bags, crumpled sticky tissues and flyers would fly up from time to time, dangling in the sky for a while, and then drifting into a corner of the street or hanging on the balcony of a household.

The neon projections that roared at the top of their lungs between the buildings not only failed to conceal the dilapidated conditions, but instead made them look even more desolate.

In the corporate alliance where shuttle rails can be seen everywhere, Panyan City, as the capital of a province, is not even "crowded". In this era when the sky is empty, "empty" is not a compliment to describe the sky.

What you see most often are second-hand cars that have been repaired and piled high with discounted items.

Song Shi, dressed in a black coat, moved around among the crowd, and just as the bartender had said, he looked quite out of place.

Song Shi walked and stopped along the way, looking around, but his speed was still not slow.

The atmosphere of the environment began to change gradually.

The lingering smell of rust suddenly faded, and silver-gray high-rise buildings began to pop up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Although the police officers patrolling the streets were still lazy, their numbers had obviously increased, and the flow of people had become much more crowded. Song Shi stopped, and after a few seconds, a drone from the side quickly approached, and a gentle synthetic female voice sounded.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

After receiving the answer of "no", the small drone quickly returned to its original altitude, and the camera below continued to look around.

The dazzling lights are overwhelming.

Night has gradually approached. Hongle Avenue, the most prosperous high-end commercial area in Panyan City, has turned over like a sleeping dragon, revealing the brilliant golden light under its belly to the world.

The streets are filled with a variety of vehicles, all of which are expensive just by looking at their styles. Unfortunately, they are not equipped with armed modules and their combat effectiveness is too low.

“It’s OK”

Song Shi stood on the side of the road, looking at all this.

He entered Hongle Avenue smoothly without any obstacles - at least not like the Corporate Alliance, where armed drones patrolled the border throughout and anyone entering had to go through a round of asset review and only be allowed to pass after passing the minimum standard line.

Otherwise you have the right to open fire.

Song Shi looked around and finally walked into a nightclub where the most luxury cars were parked.

(End of this chapter)