Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 460 Shooting
Regardless of whether these words caused an uproar.

After that day was over.

Song Shi kept his word and did not live in the city hall building. Instead, he chose a motel in a remote location.

The owner, who was originally suffering from bad business, sold the hotel at a very fair price after learning that someone was willing to buy it.

"——How's the progress?"

On the roof of the hotel, Song Shi was sitting cross-legged, with Anthony and Lapis Lazuli behind him, one flipping and the other flying, both of them had just arrived.

"The progress is relatively fast." Hearing this, Anthony cleared his throat and reported: "Under your executive order, all departments at all levels, including but not limited to the Security Bureau and the Cybersecurity Agency, are working at full capacity to clear the entire territory and eliminate the deep-seated problems."

"I made a briefing, would you like to review it?"

Song Shi took the data tablet and took a quick look at it. The progress was indeed encouraging.

In front of Ye Nan, which is running at full speed, those so-called chronic problems are not as difficult as most people imagine. Instead, they are more like accumulated oil stains, which seem to be deep-rooted but can be wiped away with a single wipe.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just the simplest interrogation process.

Ordinary people who have undergone rigorous training can use some techniques to build a mental barrier to resist the snooping of [Consensus] psychics, but when the latter's psychic power exceeds a certain limit, no matter how tenacious and stubborn the agent is, he will be turned into a puppet that can be manipulated at will.

Not to mention that most people have never received this kind of anti-mind reading training.

Under Song Shi's command, the [consensus] of Canglu Province fell like dumplings, and the efficiency of extracting evidence increased to an unprecedented level - with patrols and inspections here, not many people dare to try those little tricks that could be done in the past.

In addition, there are cybersecurity agencies responsible for online tracing, the Security Bureau is responsible for offline suppression, and members of the Wuzong clan also have to contribute.

It's mainly physical force.

In the face of such unparalleled violence, any resistance becomes an unrealistic delusion.

"That's all." Song Shi put down the data tablet: "Uh, well, Anthony, I give you full authority to handle it."

"Ah, right."

As if he suddenly thought of something, Song Shi touched his chin and asked, "How many levels can you get after this trip?"

"I should continue to serve in the First Court." Anthony answered without hesitation, and it was obvious that he had thought about this before. "According to common practice, I have served in the First Court for five years. The next step is to be transferred to the local level. After some results are achieved, I will be called back to the First Court."

"But I will accompany you on this tour, so I can take this step. As for the specific new position, I have no right to decide for the Speaker."

Song Shi nodded and said nothing more. It was obviously a casual question.

"Your Excellency the Supervisor." Anthony bowed slightly: "You want to challenge the twelfth level of Wuzong."

Song Shi smiled.

"Song Shi means," Lapis Lazuli on the side slowly said, "It is them that are being challenged."

Anthony was slightly startled, then immediately calmed down: "I understand."

Song Shi had an expression on his face that really won my heart.

He stood up and grabbed the air with his hand, and the wind flowed through his fingers.

"Since the Seven Lands War began, Wu Zong first lost the Beiting Defense Line, and then lost to the first generation of Ye Nan Lord. He has been talking harshly over the years, but the fire in his heart has only burned more fiercely and more intensely."

"And that's not all. By now, even their 'Supreme Martial Peak, the Strongest of the Strong' has been proven by others—"

Anthony looked solemn as he pronounced the name word by word: "Grand Marshal."

"good."

Song Shi said slowly.

"But should we feel sorry for it? Of course not. This is the result that the loser deserves."

"Now I will break through the twelve layers of heaven in succession, adding fuel to the fire in their hearts - if they are trapped here and unable to recover, then the so-called 'Martial Sect' should voluntarily withdraw!"

Anthony slowly straightened his back and adjusted his tie. From a distance, he looked like a black saber, with a stern temperament.

But there was a gleam of light in the man's eyes.

"Your Excellency," Anthony said, "Wu Zong may have been in decline in the past, but now, Wu Zong's throne is held by the Speaker. What you said will never happen."

"well said."

A cheer rang out in the air.

At the corner of the street, a young man in his twenties and dressed casually walked out. He had his hands in his pockets and dark red hair that was dyed very naturally, which attracted a lot of attention.

"If Wu Zong was really as bad as you said, he wouldn't be alive today."

The young man raised his eyebrows, with a hint of cynicism: "I don't think you can win against the dignified 'Nan Dou' Song Shi."

Song Shi cast his gaze: "So?"

"So I want to try and see how deep the wound I can leave on you if I go all out." The young man grinned, "It's a courtesy to return the favor. Let me put this aside. As long as you don't kill me, you can be as ruthless as you want."

Song Shi smiled: "You are quite reasonable."

"Be reasonable? You're wrong, you're wrong." The young man shook his head again and again: "I'm in my prime and I have a lot of things to do. I can't explain it here so early. I'm afraid you'll beat me to death."

"I am personally appointed by the Holy See to patrol the territory. Let's not talk about whether there will be punishment or how severe the punishment will be. Even if I chop you off, I still won't be able to climb out of the coffin."

"Can--"

Song Shi stood up, and Anthony and Lapis Lazuli flew to the side.

"Then I'll promise you that I won't kill you."

"That's fine, that's fine."

The young man nodded and took his hands out of his pockets.

A heavy pistol painted black iron with laser engravings is held in the right hand.

"Wu Zong, currently serving in the eighth heaven."

The young man pressed the trigger with his index finger, and behind the hard muzzle of the gun was a pair of eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Yue Sheng Fei."

The index finger pressed down.

There was no burst of flames.

——From the indigo electromagnetic light, a slender bullet burst through the air!

The spreading scorched earth was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. It couldn't even hold out for half a second before being pierced through by the bullet, which was ten times faster than the speed of sound. The bullet even hit the opponent's face before the scorched earth showed any signs of breaking and spreading.

At the critical moment, the heavy killer in the form of a fire stream appeared out of nowhere, got ahead of the bullet's trajectory and knocked it away.

Then, a clear and trembling sound came belatedly, echoing around the hotel for a long time.

Feeling the vibration from the heavy kill, Song Shi carefully evaluated: "The speed of this shot from the electromagnetic ejection pistol is not bad, but its lethality is not much worse than that of a regular large-caliber electromagnetic sniper cannon."

"The result of spiritual energy enhancement." Song Shi concluded: "The path of truth."

"That is the truth. That is the truth."

Yue Shengfei's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Just a heads up, I have seven rounds in a magazine."

"——Second shot, pay attention!"

(End of this chapter)