Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 27 Mercenary Milton

Blood was flying everywhere, and flesh was splattered everywhere.

There were crackling sounds of gunfire, loud roars, wails of pain, the roar of prosthetics colliding, the harsh and sharp sound of metal friction, and the loud noise of walls breaking and collapsing.

After a long time, all the sounds disappeared.

"Oh, I was wondering who it was. You're so anxious to find me after just a few days of not seeing me? We are really close."

A flash of fire suddenly appeared in the dark and bloody terrain.

The scene here then emerged, a semi-abandoned underground garage.

Without caring about the rotten corpses around him, the man sat down on the front of an old car that was covered in dust and had a deep dent.

He casually held the cigarette butt in his mouth and stared at the floating screen projected on his retina.

"——I think so, our respected Director Kenge?"

On the other side of the screen is a bald man.

It was Kenge, the medical director of the Third Institute of Mind and Psychiatry at Parousse.

"Milton, you still talk so much nonsense."

Ignoring the blood and flesh flying around the other person, Kenge spoke in a cold tone. His face, which was made of some advanced bionic skin and looked no different from a natural person, did not show the slightest emotion.

"It's a personal habit, please forgive me."

After uttering an insincere apology, the man called "Milton" shrugged his shoulders and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"So, what did you come to see me for?"

Milton yawned. "Although our cooperation has always been quite pleasant in the past, respected Director Kenger, you have been squeezed out of the management team and can only stay in a small research institute."

"So I must emphasize that if you want me to do some big "comeback" job, I'm sorry to refuse. I, a small mercenary, dare not get involved in the fights between you company people. I am very afraid of death."

"It has nothing to do with this."

Kenge said.

Hearing this, Milton narrowed his eyes, which meant that the other party did not deny the intention to "make a comeback".

However, as long as you don't ask yourself to do such a big job.
Then it doesn't matter.

"Then I have no problem. Tell me, what do you want to see me for?"

Milton pinched the cigarette butt and crushed it hard on the hood of the car.

"I need you to bring someone back. The relevant target file has been sent to you."

Kenge said coldly:

"You can break his bones, twist off his limbs, satisfy your ridiculous desire for violence, it doesn't matter - I only have two requests."

"First, the person must be brought to me alive. Second, we must not alert the security bureau and other people from Jade Pharmaceuticals. Don't make too much noise and be careful."

Milton's face showed an exaggerated look of realization: "Oh-oh! I thought, it's a personal purpose. No wonder you contacted me through personal channels. I couldn't understand why you didn't just send out your "Ice Seed" troops to crush us directly."

"—Milton."

Kenge's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was slightly deeper as he repeated the other person's name.

Perhaps a few years ago, he really had the authority to dispatch the local armed forces [Ice Type] of Emerald Pharmaceuticals stationed at the Palose branch.

But ever since their faction fell into decline and lost the internal struggle, he was purged as well, and fell from the high-ranking head of the medical department to the director of a marginal research institute. How could he still command the "Ice Seed" troops?

Faced with the continuous taunts and sarcasm, even he felt a little angry.

"My problem, my problem—I'm sorry."

Seeing this, Milton laughed and raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"Let me see. He's a volunteer for a medical experiment, he ran away, he came from an orphanage, and he's also a first-level psychic."

"Yes, "Song Shi", I'll remember this name."

Then, after quickly browsing the files, Milton nodded and said:

"I'll take this job. 50,000 credit points, 50,000 internal quota."

"Fifty thousand credit points, twenty thousand internal quota." Kenge said without hesitation.

Even though his current situation was not very good, fifty thousand credit points was just a small amount of money for him.

The key point is the "20,000 internal quota".

[Jade Pharmaceuticals] is a giant enterprise that sits at the top of the corporate alliance and overlooks all living things. Bioengineering, medical technology, implantable prostheses, and mental psychiatry are all the former's fields. Some related technologies can even reach "generation-level" advancement and are monopolistically powerful.

Kenge is the former head of a department in the medical department of Emerald Pharmaceuticals' Plosser branch.

Therefore, although he has been squeezed out of the management level and become the director of a marginal research institute, his authority level is still higher than that of ordinary people in the same position.

Through Jade Pharmaceuticals' internal channels for employees, he can purchase things such as biologics, implants, psychic skills, anti-rejection drugs, etc. at a relatively favorable price, even some products that have not yet been launched and are only available internally.

With Kenge's level of authority, there are a lot of good things he can buy.

His "internal credit limit of 20,000" has a purchasing power basically equivalent to 60,000 credit points.

Using "internal quota" as compensation to indirectly purchase internal goods for the other party is one of the core competitive advantages of Kenger's mercenaries.

"no problem!"

Milton laughed.

The "50,000 yuan limit" just now was just his habit of asking for too much, and he also knew that the other party would never agree to it.

"My respected, dear, noble Director Kenge, please rest assured that I will hand that thing over to you within a week -"

beep.

Kenge hung up the call directly, not bothering to talk to the other party.

"Ah, I was born to be busy."

Milton shrugged again, sighed, and muttered.

But then, as if he suddenly discovered something, his tone suddenly became surprised.

"Hey, you're not dead yet?"

Milton stuck his head out and looked at the ground. Amidst the blood and meat on the ground, there was a human figure slowly wriggling - after a gunfight, this originally burly man now had his lower body severed in half, with blood gushing out from the broken end.

And then, a foot stepped on his back, stopping his squirming.

"I am a very principled person."

"After all, there is no deep hatred between us. Since you didn't die immediately, there is no need for me to finish you off, right?"

"Anyway, the employer's mission has been accomplished."

"What a shame, what a shame—"

Milton looked very regretful.

He stepped on the sturdy man's back and increased the force of his foot at a slow and steady pace, making the latter's body make creepy crackling sounds.

The sturdy man's eyes were bloodshot and he barely raised his head, as if he wanted to say something, but his bionic skin was charred and peeled off, revealing the red and white ligaments and loose teeth inside his jaw, and he could only make hoarse whimpers.

"It's a pity that you just heard something you shouldn't have heard. Keeping secrets for your employer is a basic quality of a mercenary - so, you'd better die."

The dim environment was briefly broken by three rays of fire, and in the next moment, darkness engulfed everything again.

Milton shrugged, slowly sheathed his pistol, and dialed a communication.

The object of the note [Middleman · Yeast Bread] was quickly connected.

"Yeah, that's all been resolved."

".Details? Oh, there were five people in total. I killed them all. The truck they used to transport the goods was fine. I checked the goods and they were all pure sugar."

"I'll send you the location. Ask the employer to send someone to inspect and accept the goods. Pay me the balance as soon as possible."

"One more thing, next time, don't ask me to do this kind of black-eating and black-stealing work again."

"reason?"

"I hate the smell of sugar."

(End of this chapter)