Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 779: A Small Opening is Not Okay (Part )

——I really did it!

Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex heard his heart pounding. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, and his face was red from excitement. Even the old man below couldn't raise his head! Old man, you can't raise your head at this time!
These are minor details for now.

He quickly opened his artificial eye and saw that the [Super Holy Grail System] indicated that the mission had been completed, and 300 points had been added to the Holy Grail points column!
I really did it.

Even now, Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex still felt his blood was burning and he felt like he was short of oxygen. Every breath he took required a lot of effort.

There was an intermittent noise in my ears, like the sound of a bee, but if I listened carefully, it was exactly the same as the sound of the tires of the HR manager's car being deflated when I punctured them with a screw. Ha, ha ha. I punctured more than a hundred holes in all four tires. The repair bill must be a lot of money.

Hahaha.
After a long time, he finally calmed down, but soon, the previous memory could not help but come to his mind again. Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex was hot all over, thinking carefully about every detail. Relying on the service he got from consuming Holy Grail points, he blocked the cameras in the parking lot and the surrounding area and successfully sneaked in without being discovered.

"300 Holy Grail points. Exactly 300 points."

Looking at the balance displayed by the Super Holy Grail system, Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex was excited. He somehow opened the online shopping platform and opened the shopping cart skillfully.

The one pinned to the top was the Holy Grail that he had been longing for, an imported high-end product from the Corporate Alliance, a sub-brand of the Dust Covenant Generation, a big company and a big brand. It was very different from an ordinary Holy Grail - the price was the same, too, extremely expensive.

With the Holy Grail points, you can...
[Sorry, the 'Zero Yuan Purchase' service failed to start]

Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus was stunned.

The Super Holy Grail System spoke softly.

[Your current system level is level 1, and your permissions are insufficient. Please continue to work hard to complete the task and push the permission upgrade progress bar until you activate the 'Zero Yuan Purchase' service and get your own Holy Grail——]

"Is that so?"

Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex was confused for a while and decided to eat and fill his stomach first.

In order to celebrate the acquisition of the Super Holy Grail System today, he prepared to have a good meal by puncturing the tires of the HR manager's car.

Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex made many detours and avoided the patrolling drones - the urban planning of the Haidolan resettlement area was clearly divided, and citizens of all levels had prescribed areas of activity, such as the commercial areas. If ninth-class citizens were found to have stayed too long, they would be forcibly expelled.

The prosperous buildings gradually became lower. Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex came to the shantytown, where there was a noodle stall supported by a plastic shed. It was said that the owner had worked in a high-end restaurant opened by people from Donglu, but later offended a talented person and resigned. Since then, he has settled down in the slums commonly known as the shantytown.

I’m not sure whether it’s true or not, but the beef noodles made by the other party are indeed very delicious.

It is said that in the Haiduolan resettlement area, eating this kind of food was not popular a hundred years ago, but since the arrival of the East Land people, the eating habits here were quickly forced to change. By his generation, there is no difference from the local East Land, at most there are some localized improvements.

"T-Rex? You're off work so early today?"

The boss was a burly man with a bulging apron. On the left was a large pot for boiling water and cooking noodles, and on the right was a machine gun mounted on a stand to prevent anyone from eating for free.

Seeing the young man coming over, he was a little surprised: "It's only nine o'clock, right?"

"Oh, I was fired." Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus found a plastic stool and sat down: "The company said that I took too few stimulants and my efficiency was too low."

"I understand. The market has not been very good recently. There are wars everywhere. Damn, I heard that several resettlement areas were directly demolished. As a result, the Protectorate increased taxes even more severely!" The boss understood and cursed, "It's okay. If you don't want to work, then don't work. You can live freely on your own. I just couldn't stand the Donglu people showing off their power, so I beat them up in anger and was fired—"

The other party said, Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus listened, and after listening for a few seconds, he thought to himself, I'm afraid this is not true. Not to mention fighting against the people of Donglu, as a ninth-class citizen, if you offend the people of Donglu a little, you will be in trouble.

The noodles were served.

".Boss, I didn't ask for fried eggs."

"I'll treat you." The boss threw the towel and waved his hand: "A lot of people have lost their jobs recently. Many people can't survive and have committed suicide, robbed and stolen things, and sold their organs. I think you will die soon if you look listless. After all, you have taken care of a lot of business here before, so eat something good before you die."

"Is this good? Can you change it to a large portion of beef?"

"Get the fuck out of here."

"Oh, okay." Then Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex started eating. Unlike many people, he did not improve his eating organs for the sake of work efficiency. Now that he had been hungry for a day, he immediately began to eat voraciously.

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth and looked at the boss who sat down and smoked. After a while, he suddenly couldn't help but say, "Boss, when I have money in the future, I will give you a holy grail."

"You? Tyrannosaurus Rex? Made money?" The boss was happy and blew a puff of smoke into the other person's face: "And you haven't forgotten about the Holy Grail? How long have you been talking about it?"

He sneered, "How can a cup compare to a real person? Only people like you are willing to use it. If you have tried the real thing, I guarantee you—"

"It's different." Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex was rarely angry. "What I give you must be a high-end imported product, top-level mold, full simulation, virtual scene, adaptive!"

"Hey, what a joke." The boss fell into the recliner nonchalantly: "Okay, then I'll wait for you to deliver it."

The noodle shop suddenly became quiet. Both of them were silent. For a while, the only sound was the puffing of cigarettes. After a long while, Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex said.

"I will be rich."

Before the boss could say anything, Wang Kyle Tyrannosaurus' eyes moved, and the Super Holy Grail System released a new task!

[Task 1: "Develop downline!"]

[Task content: Recruit a subordinate who believes in you through your own efforts (Note: occupation, identity, gender are not limited)]

[Mission Reward: 250 Holy Grail Points]

[Task 2: "Justice Execution"]

[Task content: Prevent a crime personally (Note: The laws of the East Land Republic are for reference only, please follow the new set of laws provided by the system)]

[Mission Reward: 100 Holy Grail Points]

“It’s time to get busy”

······
"Is it coming?"

"almost."

"You said it would be quick half an hour ago."

“It’s really coming soon.”

"Reached?"

"Come on, come on."

"What the hell"

Although his words were fierce, Le Tong knew in his heart that this was just a placebo. He was already feeling uneasy. Haha, he was speaking from his heart, so there was no need to lie to himself. He was really desperate now!
How could I, a mere mechanic apprentice, a nobody no bigger than a fingertip, be so unlucky as to accidentally overhear the deal between the Donglu people and the Dog Mouth Gang! The rich Donglu man wanted the Dog Mouth Gang - he wanted this gang to kill and teach the restless and troublesome workers under his command a lesson.

Once this matter is exposed, the former will get into trouble - the source of the trouble will naturally be the other people from East Land who are opposed to him.

Now that the war is fierce, several resettlement areas of the East Land Republic have been lost. The remaining resettlement areas have smelled the wind and have also been in turmoil. The Protectorate of the Haidolan Resettlement Area has rarely shown a conciliatory attitude towards this.

At this juncture, if the news of persecution of immigrants broke out again, his hostile Donglu people would definitely take advantage of the situation and make a big fuss, so they would never let him, the insider, go. He risked his life and relied on his familiarity with the terrain to barely escape the pursuit of the Dog Mouth Gang, but this was only temporary. If it continued, Le Tong didn't dare to think about his own fate.

As a last resort, he could only place his last hope on the "Holy Religion" which had recently gained fame.

This gang, or religion? Whatever it is, it seems to be quite powerful and should be able to protect me.
"Come to think of it, aren't you also from Donglu? Not a mixed-blood." The guide asked curiously, "You are an eighth-class citizen, how dare the Dog Mouth Gang kill you?"

"Eighth-class citizen?" Le Tong wanted to laugh, but couldn't. Only you barbarians who don't obey the king think that eighth-class citizen is a real thing. In the end, he just said: "People from Donglu are different from people from Donglu. I couldn't make it in my native land, so I came to the resettlement area to make a living."

Metal pipes, exposed rusty steel structures, mottled concrete walls painted with fluorescent paint, and sewage with oily spots flowing across the road, adding more gullies to the potholes, are the most common sights in the lower-level neighborhoods. After many twists and turns, Le Tong finally arrived at his destination.

He pushed aside the iron fence, entered a small hidden door, and came to the basement.

It is not as cramped as imagined. The space in this basement has obviously been raised and expanded, enough to accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

And now, there are about a hundred people standing in the basement.

"——My comrades! Let's have some fun!"

The deafening DJ sound waves, accompanied by colorful neon lights, are like a violent storm, crashing into your face!

"What the hell is this?!" Le Tong shouted.

"Our 'Holy Church' worship service!" The guide's face was full of excitement and he shouted louder than Le Tong.

"Don't worry!"

The person who led the way pulled Le Tong and squeezed into the crowd, and came to a woman who was twisting her waist and waving something in her hands.

"You've come all the way here! You must be joining our 'Holy Church'! Let me introduce you in advance, this is Mien!"

Le Tong stared at the other person and couldn't help but said: "I, this is in your hand..."

"Haha, isn't this obvious? Holy Spear."

The guide smiled and said, "This is one of our Holy Church's guardians! Milne, the Holy Lance Ranger. He is very skilled in using the Holy Lance and has defeated many people in recent days. Oh, and she works at the Dream Crystal Nightclub. When you have time later, you can go and take care of the business and boost sales."

Upon hearing this, the other party pressed a button to stop the two half-meter-long holy spears in his hands from shaking wildly. Then he smiled charmingly at Le Tong and said, "If you join our Holy Church, we will be a family. I will give you a 20% discount when the time comes."

Before Le Tong could reply, he was pulled to the other side.

"These two are also the guardians of our Holy Church!" He pointed at two men, one fat and one thin, and introduced them enthusiastically: "Gold Cup King Brandon, Silver Cup King Willy! Don't be fooled by Willy's thin appearance. He just shrinks his prosthesis inside his body at ordinary times. Once he enters the boxing ring, it will expand all of a sudden - he is the seven-game winning streak champion of the Broken Copper Street underground boxing ring! Very powerful!"

The man called "Willy" had shiny bronze skin, scars all over his face, and looked extremely ferocious.

When he heard the introduction, he didn't show any big expression, but just raised his right hand and patted Le Tong on the shoulder.

The opponent's prosthetic limb had its artificial skin peeled off, and the gaps were aging and yellowing, revealing a lot of the internal mechanical structure. As a result, Le Tong felt a tightness in his chest after just a light tap.

Is your mother so strong?

He is really a desperate criminal who fights in the underworld.
Le Tong was delighted. He had won seven consecutive games in the underground black boxing. Even if we consider the possibility of gambling and match-fixing by the dealer, this was still a good record. You know, in the black boxing ring, the loser would at least be seriously injured, or even killed on the spot.

With this brother here, the pursuers of the Dog Mouth Gang
"The King of Silver Cups? Haha, to be honest." Le Tong immediately put on a smile: "Brother, I also often use cups--"

The other party stared at him for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "Which aspect of the seventh generation of Gemstone Mill is the biggest improvement over the sixth generation?"

"Uh ah. I."

"It's a sensory tuner." Willy said calmly, "The number of its sensor arrays is 35% higher than the sixth generation."

Le Tong smiled awkwardly.

At some point, the DJ's volume gradually decreased.

Even the people who were singing and dancing slowly stopped twisting their bodies and smoking and fell silent. The neon light from the cheap stage lights flickered on people's faces, and for a moment, there was actually a solemn atmosphere of a Sunday service.

But the next moment, this atmosphere was broken.

In the front row of the basement, the DJ hit the turntable, which produced a long series of beeps. Then, the man with a Mohawk and sunglasses raised his voice, "Next, please welcome our most respected leader of the Holy Church, our leader, King Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex!"

The audience immediately responded and cheered.

"T-Rex! T-Rex! T-Rex!"

"T-Rex! T-Rex!"

"Tyrannosaurus Rex leader!"

All the lights in the venue suddenly went out.

The next second, the darkness was broken by a beam of light, which was facing the center of the stage. A new figure was standing here, which was originally empty.

He wore a hood and had his hands in his pockets. He was not very tall, but the moment he appeared on the stage, most people's eyes showed respect and awe.

Le Tong tried his best to open his eyes wide, wanting to see how many heads this recently famous and mysterious leader of the Holy Church had. But after looking around, he found that he was very ordinary.

Just as I was daydreaming, the leader slowly pulled out his hand and pressed it lightly.

The whole place soon fell silent.

"I see a new guy."

The man who brought Le Tong over immediately came to the front row and said with a smile, "I can't hide anything from you!"

This is not a flattering compliment.

The methods of this Tyrannosaurus Rex leader are mysterious and unpredictable. Apart from other things, just talking about the surveillance system, with this basement as the center, all camera equipment within a radius of five kilometers, including but not limited to human prosthetic eyes, surveillance cameras, etc., have been secretly taken over by the other party. Any suspicious person will be discovered by the other party as soon as he enters this range.

Even the hackers employed by big gangs at high prices can’t match this skill, right?

The leader nodded slowly and walked off the stage.

The crowd dispersed little by little like the tide, until finally, Le Tong appeared.

"Your name is Le Tong. I have read the whole story."

The leader stopped two steps away. The opponent looked ordinary and didn't even have many prosthetic parts, but for some reason, Le Tong became inexplicably nervous, as if he was under invisible oppression.

"You are not the first and you will never be the last innocent victim of a meaningless struggle in the Haidolan resettlement area."

(End of this chapter)