Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 487 Mutual Benefit and Win-win
At first it was just a light dot, and then suddenly, the dots connected into a line, floating towards the earth, and finally, amidst the dense clicking sounds, the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with a layer of indissoluble mist.

The man picked up the tall wine glass from the private bar and stopped in front of the window.

The glass reflected a handsome face, about 28 or 29 years old, wearing a well-ironed suit, which made the man look extremely calm.

".Don't you think time is so wonderful?"

The amber liquid swayed gently, and the man stared at the heavy rain outside the window. The sky was dark and deep, and the rain was like a river or sea pouring back, persistently trying to engulf the entire city.

"Respect for nature" is an important part of the wanderer culture. Even though everyone has already taken root and given up their past lives, this tradition has been passed down. In the base of the [Sammon Rhodes Clan], it is rare to see facilities such as "artificial canopies" to regulate the weather.

Wallis Salmon doesn't hate rain.

I just hate this uncontrollable tradition.

"What's so magical about time?" The fuzzy pixel block flickered for a second and quickly turned into a projection of a human portrait. His appearance, clothing and prosthetics were all that of an ordinary middle-aged man. He made a gesture of listening attentively.

Wallis glanced at him and looked out the window again.

"Just less than a hundred years."

Wallis raised his glass slightly. "We have gone from being a bunch of vagabonds who ate dirt and scraped bark in the wilderness to being powerful people who have their own territories and can set order and decide the situation in the world."

"Calling you 'tramp' is a bit disrespectful to your last name." The other party reminded: "The identity of a wanderer has always been something you are proud of."

"Hmph, proud of it?"

Wallis chuckled. From the wide-angle view of his top-notch prosthetic eye, the greasy neon lights bloomed in the refraction of raindrops, turning into endless rays of light, flowing through the high-rise buildings in the steel jungle, making people dizzy.

"It's all just talk. How many years have passed? Who is still willing to stick to the old-fashioned ideas? The cavalrymen, free men, and shepherds of the wasteland. They shout and brag about themselves for a long time, but in essence they are still a group of homeless people who have lost their homes and are looking for a place to live under a bridge."

"Wow, that's irrefutable." The other party raised his hands in surrender: "Who made your father the 'Great Guardian'? I really can't refute your understanding of the Wanderer."

"Come on, stop pretending."

Wallis took a sip, and the delicate and mellow taste immediately lingered on his lips and nose.

"Every time you come here you act frivolous and funny. Do you think you are one of those talk show hosts at 2:30 a.m.?"

The other party was not angry at all, and smiled and said: "To be honest, I used to think that..."

"How come I didn't know that Time Pass had taken over the business of Dust Contract Generation and started a variety show?" Wallis interrupted bluntly.

"Okay, okay, let's talk business." The other party waved his hand, his face flickered, and instantly changed into a solemn and tough face: "I have to remind you, you must not be caught by the new patrol inspector."

"You've said this twice." Wallis held the wine glass. "It's me who should remind you. Tell all your men to retreat and wait for that man to cross the border before finding a chance to come out."

"This is the third time I've heard you say the same thing." The other person shrugged, "No mouse will wait for the cat's claws to fall before preparing to run. Don't worry, there will be no problem on my side. As soon as I received his appointment as the Border Supervisor, I ordered my good subordinates to clean up all the traces."

"Relax, as long as you can get through this period, you will definitely get what you want. We are [ChronoPass], with the most advanced technology, high-performance weapons, endless funds, and the most powerful mercenaries. We can talk about anything."

"With our help, you will surely accomplish great things and inherit the position of 'Great Guardian'."

"Help? Don't make it sound so nice." Wallis snorted, "We each get what we need. It's just a transaction."

"Yes, yes, deal." The other party turned around and clapped his hands: "But I prefer to call it 'mutual benefit and win-win'. With strong support, you can start a business and successfully take over as the Great Guardian. We can open up a part of the market and establish the first special economic zone in Yenan, and your family will also enjoy the dividends of the booming economy."

"Mutual benefit and win-win." Wallis really wanted to laugh, but when the words came to his lips, he just said: "Then let me see your sincerity. How about sending a technical file and prototype of [Chaos Probability Calculation]?"

"Sure." The other party didn't hesitate for even a second, and spoke calmly as if he was discussing what to eat tomorrow morning: "As for singularity technology, no matter how incredible or mysterious it is, in the final analysis, it is just a technology. The existence of technology has never been excluded from the category of commodities."

"As long as you pay the price, the complete technical files, guidance team and application prototype of [Chaos Probability Calculation] will appear in your bedroom the day after tomorrow morning. Well, okay, the bedroom may not be able to fit it in."

".The morning after tomorrow?" Wallis noted the time.

"Yes." The other party snapped his fingers: "As long as you can truly represent the [Sammon Rhodes Clan] to declare separation from Ye Nan and merge into [Time Sequence Pass] tomorrow morning."

"What a pity." Before Valis could speak, he said with emotion: "Even your father doesn't have the qualifications. Who made you have seven great guardians?"

"You said some ridiculous things."

Wallis stroked the wall of the cup. "Even if all seven guardians pass the bill to secede, the clan leader still has a veto power."

".Hmm?" This time, the other party seemed really surprised: "We have been talking for such a long time, this is the first time you call him 'Patriarch', right?"

"Whether I call him or not, it won't make any difference. As long as he's alive, even if the seven guardians are replaced, he will always be the clan leader." Valis put his left hand in his pocket and said, "A man whose last name is neither Salmon nor Rhodes has become the clan leader."

He exhaled and calmed his fluctuating emotions: "Forget it, after all, he is the Lord of Ye Nan, he does have the qualifications."

"Ah, speaking of this." The other party did not get involved in this topic, and changed the subject: "Since the seizure of Zhuguang City, the Enlightened Ones have been doing very well this year. It should be said that even our intelligence department has not figured out how that 'Nan Dou' inexplicably became the patrol inspector of your clan leader."

"If I remember correctly," the other party said with deep emotion, "He is only in his early twenties, right? Look at what he has done."

"It's just that I have a good talent for psychic powers."

"If I had such a talent."

Wallis glanced over and said coldly.

"I can do much better than him."

(End of this chapter)