Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 11 Welcome to Plosser

The line of sight rises from the crisscrossing forest of elevated roads and reaches the brightly lit place on the other side.

The artificial sky that can freely adjust the weather is like the sky. Countless solar sails that fold and rise during the day fold their silicon wings. Under the sky, suspended airships painted in various colors cruise between the high-rise buildings.

The giant holographic image high above projects dreamy neon lights and shadows.

The medical expert in white uniform had a smile on his face as he held a new inhibitor in exquisite packaging, on which the olive leaf logo of Jade Pharmaceuticals was eye-catching.

The virtual idol "Chiyano Naing", who has suddenly become popular recently, made a heart shape with both hands to make a Kirakira shape and announced a new round of joint activities with her dreamy voice.

In the last rebroadcast of the Palouse Daily today, the host, who always has a perfect smile, regretfully expressed that fifteen more people died yesterday due to pollution in the old industrial area.

The gaze moved again.

Along the sea tributary passing through the old industrial area and the Gaoge area, extending all the way to the end of the horizon, the world seemed to fall into darkness all of a sudden.

The low and dilapidated bungalows are connected in a line and scattered on the land without any planning. The cramped living space makes the houses jagged and intertwined, like crystal entanglements and spreads, forced to grow upwards, forming a series of iron-gray withered giant trees that seem to touch the heavy sky.

That is the deep moss area.

Different from the White Gate District where the rich and the middle class gather, the Port High District that handles countless cargoes every day, or the Central Hall located in the center of the city, as well as the Frost Furnace District and the blocked old industrial area, the rebuilt new industrial area.

This is the slums of Palose.

Even after two urban expansions, the area of ​​Deep Moss is only 30% of that of Parose.

But nearly 60% of Palose’s population lives here.

Workers in the new industrial zone, cash-strapped company people, illegal immigrants without residence permits, underground cyborg doctors, wanted criminals, gang members, the poor... these completely different people are forced into the huge meat grinder of the Deep Moss District under the heavy pressure of the company, trying to squeeze out the future of tomorrow.

But it's good enough.

Ninety years ago, the "Seven Lands War" between nations spread across most of the world. When one nation collapsed and perished, several times as many nations would pounce on its corpse, sucking every drop of blood, tearing off every piece of flesh, and trying their best to survive this world war.

The "Seven Lands War" lasted for twenty years.

[Corporate Alliance] is one of the ultimate winners.

Due to the misuse of nuclear and biological weapons, as well as the fighting among high-level psychics that was like a humanoid disaster, 40% of the planet's land had turned into a lifeless "wasteland" and was no longer suitable for survival.

Palose is a small to medium-sized city within the territory of the [Corporate Alliance].

Even though it is difficult to obtain a residence permit and one can only work illegally in a factory, facing high company-imposed consumption and extortion by gang members, many people still flock to enter the city.

Even if I can only curl up in the deep moss area.

They can also bask in the light of civilization and technology, without having to endure radiation sickness and hidden mines in the "wasteland", and without having to wake up every day and be thankful that the roaming bandits and mutant creatures did not tear them to pieces and that they have survived another day.

"ha--!"

In the moat formed by the sea tributary, a hand suddenly emerged from the water.

Then someone stuck his head out and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Song Shi walked up to the low river dam, holding the blood-stained white coat he had taken off.

The "Leaper" motorcycle must have been equipped with a positioning device, so after driving out of the research institute for a while, he abandoned the vehicle and jumped into the river, floating along the river for more than an hour, and only went ashore after confirming that he had reached the deep moss area.

Song Shi snapped his fingers, and a red-gold flame ignited silently. Steam rose up with a hiss, quickly drying his wet body.

However, the little spiritual energy that was barely recovered was mostly consumed again.

"Tsk, now you are so weak that it makes me want to laugh..."

Song Shi was quite unhappy and could only sigh helplessly.

The infrastructure here has not been overhauled for many years. At a glance, the street lights are either broken or have been removed. As for minor problems such as unstable and flickering lights and exposed wires that cause sparks, no one cares about them anymore.

Song Shi searched for a while and sat down next to a relatively intact street lamp.

The dim light stretched the figure very long, and then a ball of orange-red light lit up.

"Because I didn't want to die there, that's the only reason."

The flames from the burning white coat reflected the young man's face. In the flickering light, Song Shi looked in one direction, as if answering something.

“But I won’t say something as disgusting as, ‘Marico, you were going to die anyway, so it’s better to let someone else escape.’ In any case, you played a role in my being able to sit here now.”

On the projection interface of the retina, there was a photo in the information provided by Marico's physical link. The man in the photo showed a slightly awkward smile, and standing next to him was a girl who seemed a little reluctant and had a slightly awkward posture.

"We Xia people have a custom that when someone dies, we burn paper for him."

"These burned papers can light the way home, giving him a chance to go home one last time and see the people who are still alive. Now that I can't find any paper, I'll use this set of clothes instead."

"So go with peace of mind, Marico. I will take responsibility for your karma."

Song Shi stood up. Under the ignition of the forging flame, the white coat was almost burned.

He watched quietly as the last bit burned out, then he gathered up the ashes and scattered them into the river below.

Then, Song Shi looked to the other side.

That was the direction of the central hall, the central governing area of ​​the entire Palose.

According to the Third Antitrust Act issued by a coalition of companies, no company can gain complete control over a region, and space for the free market must be left.

But it is just a "bill".

Corporations have plenty of ways to gain de facto control over a region, and compared to the huge interests of the latter, a bill seems too insignificant, and at most it will not go too far or be too obvious.

Parousse was no exception.

In a sense, this city is the pinnacle of the company, one of the private territories of the giant enterprise [Jade Pharmaceuticals]. Almost half of the city serves the industrial chain of Jade Pharmaceuticals.

As for the nominal "coalition government".

Everyone understands that they are just subsidiaries of giant companies.

After taking a last look at the ashes scattered in the wind, Song Shi turned around and walked towards the block above the dam.

"Wait a moment, give me some time to recover my strength."

"——When the time comes, after I kill the director of Emerald Pharmaceuticals, I will go to the Vampsta Empire again and kill their Emperor Electors!"

(End of this chapter)