Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 813 Independence Day (Part 2)
Who is his mother?

The man didn't recognize the other person at all and almost laughed in anger: "Do you know who I am? Arrest me? Someone of your rank doesn't deserve to do this! Even your chief isn't qualified!"

The security guard's prosthetic eye flashed, and he quickly identified the other party—to make a living in security, well-known experts in the underworld all have corresponding files stored.

棘手
Alto, a Level 1 agent of the Security Bureau, the "Non-Venomous Scorpion," and the second ring of "Beyond"!
After glancing at the file, I learned that the reason the other party was called "the non-venomous scorpion" was because the extraordinary organ he created resembled a scorpion's tail, but he didn't actually use venom to subdue enemies like a scorpion; he killed people purely through direct violence!
"Boss, it's someone from headquarters," the security guard whispered, giving a warning.

The man's expression immediately changed. Just as people are different, so too are security bureaus. There's a vast difference between local security bureaus and the national security bureau. The former are mostly dogs led by the company, while the latter are mostly...
I definitely shouldn't consider hiring a company.

But at the very least, it is qualified to be on equal footing with the company, and even to occasionally make the latter back down and suffer some setbacks!
"Don't move. Any extreme actions by you will be considered resistance and the use of lethal weapons will be permitted."

"Why are people from headquarters in Madier City?" The man stared intently at the other person, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. "And with a large-scale deployment of armed forces into the city, this is unconstitutional! You have no right to use force to detain someone before my lawyer arrives—"

“You’re not stupid, you’re smart, Malcolm Pollitt.”

The other party suddenly spoke.

“I’ve seen your file. Your performance at the company’s talent incubation center was outstanding, and your professional resume after graduation was also excellent. You also succeeded in starting your own business after leaving the company, which brought you everything you have today.” He shook his head slightly: “You just can’t change it. The company has taken root in your heart and can’t be dismantled.”

The man was furious, but instinctively, he also felt a vague unease: "What do you mean?"

"Your worldview cannot accept the possibility of 'company failure'!"

With a bang, the robotic arm unleashed several laser beams, slowly slicing through the armor of the bulletproof car like peeling an orange, revealing the man inside. The man, uncomfortable from the laser beams so close to his face, instinctively covered his face.

The security team retaliated immediately, with some using long-range firearms for suppression and others activating their melee prosthetics to charge at the robotic arm. Several rapid exchanges ensued. The robotic arm ultimately prevailed, crushing the melee fighters. The remaining personnel exchanged glances and could only slowly lower their weapons.

The best solution is definitely to run away at lightning speed; they're after Malcolm Pollitt, not them. Besides, if pushed too far, their security team is capable of putting up a fierce fight.

But running away with your money will result in a deduction of your credit score.
Mercenaries are slightly better off, as they don't care as much about reputation scores, but security teams like theirs rely heavily on them, and employers also value this highly. It's easy to run away now, but recovering lost reputation scores on the platform is incredibly difficult.

Sigh, security guards are truly a vulnerable group.
“You made a wise choice.”

The other party nodded, and in just a short while, drones approached, hovering in the air, watching the group intently.

“You’ve got one thing wrong, Malcolm Pollitt. It’s not just about Madier City.”

Alto, a first-class agent from the Security Bureau, is closing in step by step.

“While we were speaking, my colleagues—and my allies outside of them—were all in action. We were fighting in Madir, we were fighting outside of Madir, we were fighting in the sky, the sea, and the land.”

"Don't you understand? The company's rule is over."

"The days when you could manipulate others with money will be over."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Malcolm Pollitt felt a chill run through his body, as if his blood had frozen, and a bone-chilling shiver emanated from every pore. "I... I want to see a lawyer! You have no right to arrest me. I have judicial immunity—the GDP I've contributed to Madier over the years could buy ten of your lives!"

"Heh." The other party sneered: "Can't you see my uniform?" Security Bureau, Level 1 Agent.

In the Security Bureau's agent system, the position is second only to the "ace agent"—the latter's combat power is usually equivalent to a third-ring psionicist, also known as a level four unit.

As a first-class agent, although he doesn't have the kind of ace agent who can almost ignore most laws, and even if he occasionally can't suppress someone, the punishment he receives is only handled internally by the Security Bureau, he can still be described as having a high degree of legal resistance.

The simplest example is that the legal license to kill, which companies would have to pay a high price for, is given to them for free upon joining the company, making it extremely convenient for them to act.

"You have judicial immunity, but don't I? You have a legal license to kill, but don't I?"

He twisted his neck, and the hydraulic clamps of the robotic arm slowly opened and closed, emitting an unsettling glint: "To be honest, I'd love for you to resist, so I'd have a reason to be ruthless."

“People like you, doing those things to others,” he said coldly.

——【00:03:17】.

As he said this, Alto, the "Non-Scorpion," gave the man no chance to resist. His mechanical arm grabbed the man, quickly disassembled his prosthetic body, and after ensuring there was no danger, threw him into the police car that had arrived.

"There's been some unrest at the prison, and it's still being suppressed. Keep him here at the station for now, and we'll transfer him later." He stared at the security bureau officers who ran over: "Tell your chief, we've been watching what he did in the past. We're watching what he's doing now as well."

"Roger that, sir!" The policeman, drenched in sweat, immediately saluted and said in a stern voice, "We will fight the company's members to the very end!"

——【00:00:59】.

Before I knew it, the countdown was about to end.

Regardless of their current mood, the citizens of Madier had no choice but to pack up and watch the screen. They weren't allowed to go to work, they weren't allowed to leave their homes—there was nothing they could do.

——【00:00:00】.

Snapped.

The black background with white text disappeared, replaced by a person standing in front of the microphone.

three people.

Commander-in-Chief of the Enlightened Ones, Chaklo Vaughn; Chair of the Science Ethics Committee, Yvette Gregory; Director General of the Security Bureau, Paddy Morse.

Then, the person standing in the middle stepped forward and picked up the microphone.

The faces of those known as "rebels" appeared on screens throughout the streets and alleys.

"—Now, I will address the corporate alliance."

(End of this chapter)