Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 780: A Small Opening Is Not Considered an Opening (Part )

"Please save me, Master!"

Le Tong resolutely prostrated himself and knelt down.

"I already know your intention. Stand up first." The leader nodded and said, "I will save you, but in exchange, you must join the Holy Church."

"I understand." Le Tong quickly raised his hand and said, "I swear to God! From now on, I will join the Holy Church and use the Holy Grail every day."

The leader hummed: "Remember to clean it frequently, otherwise it will grow mold."

"Uh-oh, see."

"By the way, what holy grail are you using now?"

Le Tong stammered: "I, that, uh, Master! Please rest assured, I will buy it right after I get back - no, I will buy it now!"

He quickly opened his artificial eye vision, clicked into the shopping platform, glanced at his savings, and quickly changed the "price from high to low" under the Holy Grail label to "price from low to high". The most urgent thing was to buy a random one to fool around.
"Don't buy this cheap stuff."

At this time, Le Tong heard the other party speaking.

The leader's eyes were as bright as torches, shining. Literally, shining. The other party's artificial eyes seemed to be able to penetrate into his terminal and see the shopping interface he was browsing.

"This kind of cheap stuff is made of medical waste and low-quality plastic. It might even contain broken blades that haven't been cleaned properly. It's very dirty, and the circuits are not well built, so it's easy for leakage."

The leader said seriously.

"In a lifetime, you can only take off a limited number of times. Don't waste your precious time on this kind of rubbish."

Le Tong asked cautiously: "Then what price range do you think is appropriate?"

"I and other members of the Holy Church have compiled a list of red and black people." Without seeing the leader take any action, Le Tong received an email. He heard the other party remind him, "This is a secret of the church. Please read it yourself and don't spread it to others."

Le Tong took a quick look and was horrified: "Why is my grass so expensive?!"

"Master, all my money has been taken by the Protectorate, and now I don't have enough left to buy it."

"I know." Hearing this, the leader was silent for a while: "Well, now the people in the Haidolan resettlement area can't even afford a barely sufficient Holy Grail."

boom--

boom!
There was a loud noise!
The iron door of the basement made a banging sound, and the iron chain wrapped around it vibrated violently - the next moment, the whole chain broke and flew out!
Among the crowd, Silver Cup King Willy was the first to react. He rushed forward, waving his iron-armed right hand to create a shadow, and with a series of bangs, he blocked most of the flying chain fragments.

"Hehehe Holy Church? A bunch of losers who held the cup until it broke."

After the iron gate was smashed open, the first thing that came out was a big iron hammer with dried blood stains on the hammer head. Then came a burly man who was so big and bloated that he shrunk his head and squeezed into the gate. In his hand, he swung the iron hammer weighing hundreds of kilograms casually, as if it were nothing.

"Herbert the 'Giant' of the Dog Mouth Gang!" Someone recognized the other party's identity.

"Don't move, everyone. Bullets don't have eyes." Behind the burly man was a tall and thin man. He was holding a cigarette and shaking the submachine gun in his hand.

"This is the Lone Wolf Mercenary! 'Precise Adolf'!"

When the tall and thin man heard someone recognize him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "Friends of the Holy Church, we only want Le Tong. He has violated a taboo, and someone has offered a high price for his life. Hand him over to me, and we will get out of here immediately."

Some people looked at Herbert's abnormally strong body and the big hammer he was carrying, and thought that he could easily smash a car with one blow from the other party.

He subconsciously shrank back, his eyes wandering as he looked at the leader.

The leader didn't look at him, but at Le Tong in front of him. The latter forced a smile on his face, but his body was shaking like a live quail: "Le, leader."

"You are lying."

The leader finally stopped looking at Le Tong. He looked at the burly man who was blocking the main door, while the thin man raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the back door of the basement in the distance. Anyone who tried to go there would be forced back.

"Your target is me."

The leader said.

"If you talk nonsense, you will be shot, my dear leader." Adolf said with a smile.

"The security officer hired you to capture me alive." The leader said, "That's why you didn't just pour poison gas and grenades into the basement from the beginning."

"The Le Tong incident just happened to happen, so you guys drove me here and wanted to solve it all at once."

"You figured it out so clearly? Oh, the methods of you hackers are really hard to guard against." Adolf licked his lips and said, "Then I don't need to say more, Master? I have no interest in killing people. Don't resist and follow me obediently. Everyone else here can survive."

"But if you want to do something else——"

In front of everyone, he opened the safety of the submachine gun: "I know you can lock the firing authority of other people's smart weapons, so I brought a purely mechanical antique this time. Hey, Herbert too, can your hacking skills control a solid iron hammer?"

"Your preparations are more than just this." The leader said slowly.

"Isn't this normal? Otherwise, how could we bypass your surveillance and get to the door?" Adolf laughed and said, "How does it feel to get remote technical support from the security expert introduced by the security officer?"

He shook his head and sighed, "Master, with your level, you can live comfortably on your own, and even if you bring some people with you, you can still live well. But why do you have to do other things? You accept all the dangerous elements who are against the people of Donglu, the employees who lead the riots, and the criminals who have committed crimes."

"They just want to buy a Holy Grail." The leader said softly, "What have they done wrong?"

Adolf shrugged, his index finger on the trigger: "Ten seconds - ultimatum."

"You guys, didn't you notice something?"

The leader suddenly said, "That security expert hasn't spoken to you for quite a while."

Adolf was startled. He pulled the trigger and shouted, "Herbert!"

Click, click.

Snap.

The expected sound of the hammer swinging did not come, but Adolf was already too busy to take care of himself. He suddenly felt dizzy and his whole body was as soft as a puddle of mud. He could not muster any strength and collapsed to the ground. In the corner of his eye, Herbert had the same symptoms, kneeling on the ground, shaking all over.

——Give me the Holy Grail Points.

"The artificial eye is linked to the brain and connected to the nervous system."

The leader came over.

"As long as we slightly rewrite the circuit output frequency and docking protocol, we can directly paralyze your brain and abolish a person's ability to act."

"You can come here only because I allow you to come here. I'm really fed up with why you keep interrupting me when we just want to discuss how to save money and buy a more powerful Holy Grail."

"Tell me, is this not allowed?"

This has nothing to do with buying the Holy Grail. Adolf's mouth twitched, and he realized that at this moment, only his lips could move: "Master, I actually love the Holy Grail too! Forgive me this time, and I will take the lead in helping you deal with the Protectorate! To be honest, I have been annoyed with the people of Donglu for a long time!"

"The Haidolan resettlement area has been under the jurisdiction of the Protectorate for so many years. When I was a kid, I saw an advertisement on the back of a magazine that said a normal person could buy a Holy Grail with half a month's salary. But by the time I entered the factory, I couldn't even buy a good Holy Grail with half a month's salary."

Who the hell forced you to buy the Holy Grail? Fuck you, don't you know to go find a prostitute on the street? That thing is much cheaper than the Holy Grail!
Adolf cursed in his heart.

“You’re always like this”

The leader lifted his hood and muttered, his artificial eye glowing on his listless face due to taking off so many times.

"Why do you always have to force others again and again?"

In the last moment before Adolf lost consciousness, he heard the other person muttering to himself.

"I want to create a world where everyone can afford to buy imported Holy Grails and Holy Lances."

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".That's it?"

Song Shi looked at it for a long time.

"Hehe, of course there are more than one." VE huddled on the stone, looking very proud: "This Tyrannosaurus Rex is just one of them. I have opened many 'carriers'. Hehe. Let me give you a spoiler in advance. There are more than one of them in the Haidolan resettlement area alone."

"I can continue to open carriers in the resettlement areas of the East Land Republic as long as you are willing." She pulled her hair: "Oh, by the way, as a sign of respect, I did not open it in the four resettlement areas under your control."

"Are you usually busy doing this?" Song Shi asked.

Hearing this, VE wrinkled his nose unhappily: "What do you mean I'm busy doing this?"

"Do you know why others call me 'Nightmare of the Group'? It's because I'm best at multi-threaded operations and cross-domain operations." VE snorted, "Such small things can be handled by me with just a little effort."

"Don't you think it's interesting to watch independent individuals develop on their own like ants under your watch?" VE licked his lips. "I have animals in the carriers I have. There is a laboratory researching animal implants. I let a cat escape and helped it open its mind. Now it comes out every night to do justice and cause a lot of trouble."

Song Shi felt that he could imagine the scene of the other party hugging a pillow, staring at the surveillance screens on the entire wall all day long, watching the activities of those "carriers".

"This is indeed an idea," Song Shi thought thoughtfully.

"What else?" VE spread his hands. "Do I have to give an order to remotely cause a power outage in the city or a riot of the intelligent control equipment? That's considered strength? There's no point in doing that."

Song Shi had to admit that what the other party said made sense.

I can burn an entire modern city to ashes, but like the other party, through remote technical support, I can pull up individuals one by one, gradually infiltrate influence, and weave a big network.
I really can't do it.

"How many such 'carriers' do you have in your corporate alliance?" Song Shi asked.

VE smiled complacently and did not answer.

Although he is the weakest among the four Abyss Kings of the Corporate Alliance, he is indeed worthy of the title of "King of the Abyss".

Song Shi thought to himself, over the years, no one probably knew exactly how many carriers VE had opened. These "carriers" with different appearances were like the roots of an old tree, building an intricate root system in the corporate alliance.

As long as the other party is willing, the moment they uproot it, they can cause a huge chaos.

"This King Kyle Tyrannosaurus Rex?" Song Shi returned to the first question.

"It took me three months to raise it. Wait a minute while I check the logs for the last scene you saw. Yes, it was seven days ago." VE shook his body. "He did make quite a lot of noise, but he won't die for a while."

"Okay, then you should get more of these carriers next." Song Shi made a decision: "Focus on the resettlement areas. When the time is right, I will officially start."

"——In exchange, 'Nan Dou' Song Shi will come when you need him."

"Haha, to be honest, I can't really get into the mainland of the East Land Republic." VE stretched and snorted, "Their [monitoring network] is too tight. I tried to open a few carriers there before, but..."

"It's the tolerance rate." Song Shi said casually.

"The answer is correct—"

VE clapped his hands repeatedly: "If I were to operate it myself, [Monitoring Network] would be a little more difficult, but it's not completely unsolvable. But these carriers, well, their quality is not as good as mine."

Song Shi knew what the other party meant.

If the resettlement area, this untamed land of the East Land Republic, is a place of chaos and barbaric growth, then the "carrier" action is like a rat moving along an old pipe. Although it is easy for it to get dizzy, so are others.

Then the difficulty of carrier operations in the mainland of the East Land Republic is completely different. Under the ubiquitous supervision of the [Monitoring Network], any extraordinary behavior is like walking on a tightrope, and the slightest mistake will result in a rollover and sudden death.

It is true that VE can provide a variety of remote technical support, as well as detailed plans that are theoretically very successful and feasible - but theory is theory, and practice is practice. Even when playing games, there is a difference between strategy and implementation, not to mention reality.

Faced with a complex and high-pressure environment, few people can avoid making mistakes. Every year, countless people are killed by cars because they fail to avoid them in time. Don’t they know that they should run to the side at that moment? They just stand there in shock and fail to do it.

Those "carriers" in the mainland of the East Land Republic will be arrested on the spot by the [Monitoring Network] if they make any mistakes, and even VE cannot protect people in a distant country under the [Monitoring Network].

As for going a step further, you can just take over the "carrier" and do it yourself.
"Then what's the point of me opening a 'carrier'?" VE yawned loudly: "Brother, this won't work."

(End of this chapter)