Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 23 Kenger Equipped with Amikaba
9:15 AM.

The Third Institute of Mind and Psychiatry of Parousse.

"Director Kenge, the on-site analysis and target files have been compiled. Please..."

A fully armed man spoke respectfully.

However, the data tablet he handed over was pushed away by the other party, indicating that he did not need it for the time being.

This is a bald middle-aged man with deep eye sockets and a thin body under his white coat.

He looked at the scene in front of him with a cold expression.

Kenger Stitt, director of the Third Institute and the nominal controller.

At this moment, in front of them was an area surrounded by yellow isolation tape, in which the horrible body of the strong man lay, and the dried blood plasma appeared dark red.

"Vidani."

Kenge pulled open the isolation tape, squatted down beside the body, and suddenly asked, "What do you think?"

Vidani on the side answered without hesitation.

"The cause of death was a gunshot wound to the head, which destroyed 70% of the brain tissue instantly. However, according to the autopsy, the target's body was in a very short period of tension before death, as if it was frozen for a moment."

"Some kind of psychic power."

Vidani's eyes lit up. "Teacher, this is the surveillance video from that time. This 'Song Shi' used some kind of psychic skill in the form of fire to control Brorick. He managed to snatch the gun and fire in a short period of time, killing Brorick."

"But the details are still unclear. There is too little information at the moment. The database comparison of this psychic skill is still in progress. It is not possible to determine what psychic skill it is for the time being."

"But one thing can be confirmed, this is not ordinary spiritual power, but it can definitely be the path of the Great Source."

"There is another question." Vidani frowned slightly: "We re-checked Song Shi's personal file and found no disguise. He is indeed an unawakened person."

——In other words, the other party’s “psychic power” was awakened during his time in the research institute.

"Ordinary people?"

Kenge grinned and laughed meaninglessly: "An ordinary person can't awaken psychic powers and decisively fight back, or even master certain network attack and defense techniques."

"Teacher, what do you mean?" Vidani was a little surprised.

"Either the other party's camouflage technology is so strong that we can't find the problem with the file information."

Kenge extended his index finger and slowly stroked the wound on the corpse: "Otherwise, this guy might not be "Song Shi" anymore."

"I know it well."

Finally, Kenge stood up, looked outside, and stood with his hands behind his back. "Vidani, notify everyone to block the news here. Don't report it to the head office, and don't notify the Security Bureau."

"Next, I'll take care of this guy."

2:40 p.m.

Kakadan Prosthetics Clinic.

Passing through the narrow alley, Song Shi pushed open the iron gate, walked up the stairs leading to the basement, and knocked on the door.

The door opened. The moment the door opened, the strong smell of disinfectant water rushed into the room. But mixed with it was the smell of some kind of food.

"If you want to buy a masturbation cup, I recommend the Gamma II, which was newly launched a few days ago. It has heat preservation, moisturizing and vibration functions, and you can also play virtual reality dungeons with others online."

After glancing at the young man who walked in, the man on the recliner tilted his head back, yawned, and spoke weakly.

The man's voice had a heavy accent. Song Shi was a little surprised when he saw a squeezed-out paste of synthetic curry on the plate and the man's thick beard.

"Fanlan?"

The other party snorted twice and said nothing.

However, the surprise only lasted for a moment. Although the Vanlan people were relatively rare in the south, several countries with Vanlan people as the main body had been destroyed in the [Seven Lands War], so it was not too surprising that a Vanlan person appeared in Palose.

He was surprised because the intelligence he had found previously only said that the Kakadan Prosthetics Clinic, which took on illegal work, had a prosthetics doctor with good skills, but did not mention that the doctor was actually a Vanlan.

"This is the offline retail outlet for Vedic Group's Kama products. We have official certification and we guarantee repairs if there are any problems. Friends, please consider it. A Kama II only costs 350 credit points. Of course, I don't allow trials here."

In the cabinet next to him, there were three rows of masturbation cups of various styles. As if receiving an order, the lights in the entire counter suddenly lit up, illuminating with colorful lights.

"Stop, I'm not here to buy this."

Song Shi had to speak.

"Not buying? Then what are you doing here?"

The man glanced at Song Shi and curled his lips: "Want to have a prosthetic surgery? I don't sell cheap goods here, can you afford it? Oh, you look like a natural person, why, the black factory won't accept you?"

"My suggestion is that you go out here, turn left and right, and walk 400 meters forward, find a black doctor, and buy a second-hand robotic arm to install it first. A few hundred dollars of it should be enough for you to tighten nuts."

The man yawned loudly: "Boy, you can't afford the stuff here. If you don't want to buy a masturbation cup, then leave now and don't waste everyone's time. I'll warn you in advance that if you want to talk about your tragic life, you can just shut up. I don't buy it and I don't do charity. "

"Four powerful stimulants, three blood coagulants, and three quick-acting bandages, at least from second-tier brands. Also get a set of Nanyu Heavy Industry's 'White Armor III Power Arm Guards' and Shanta Industry's 'Hard Cake' communication silencer."

Song Shi interrupted the man, raised two fingers, and said concisely: "The market price of these things is around 100,000 in total. I can offer 110,000, on the condition that you get them as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the man's expression changed slightly.

He sat up in his recliner and really looked at the other man for the first time.

With the eyes of a senior prosthetics doctor, he determined that the degree of transformation of the person in front of him was very low, and he was basically an original natural person, and he looked young.

There are a lot of such people in Shenmoss District. These young people either ignore their limits, take out loans to buy combat prostheses and join gangs in order to find a way out; or they work illegally in illegal factories, working day and night. If they are lucky enough to get a formal company contract, it will be enough to make countless people envious; there are also a very small number of people who fight their way out and join big companies, becoming glamorous corporate people and thus escaping from the quagmire of Shenmoss District.

But what the other party just said is not something an ordinary poor person should know.

The "White Armor III" of Nanyu Heavy Industry and the "Hard Cake" communication silencer of Shanta Industry.
Neither of these two things is a popular gadget. They are not very popular on the surface, but because of their cost-effectiveness, they are quite popular in certain niche circles - cybernetics geeks, mercenaries, bounty hunters, and some well-established gang members.

"So, I met an expert?"

The man scratched his head, sighed, and stood up while the implanted remote sensor in his brain issued the instructions to "close the door" and "open the alarm system."

"Come with me."

(End of this chapter)