Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 30: One Shot One Shot

The sun sets in the west, darkness engulfs the earth, and then fades away again in the neon lights.

When Song Shi walked out of the hotel, the fluorescent signs of each house had been connected to the power supply, and the colorful lights were flashing, making people feel dazzled.

The urban construction in the Deep Moss District is too crowded and the consumption level is limited, so holographic projection advertisements that cover an entire building are rarely seen here.

Most of the signs and billboards here use LED tubes to flash neon lights and illuminate the words. The principle is to extract the air from the tube, fill it with a small amount of inert gas and seal it up, then release high voltage electricity through the electrodes at both ends to break through the inert gas, thereby bringing out colorful light.

The most common "holographic projections" people have seen are probably large airships that sometimes pass through the sky above, with large projection advertisements displayed on both sides.

“The air doesn’t smell good.”

Walking slowly on the road, Song Shi thought to himself.

Of course, this is also nonsense.

When passing by a somewhat remote alley, a frivolous voice suddenly sounded around Song Shi.

"Hey, brother, it looks like a student——"

But just before he opened his mouth, two figures approached and surrounded Song Shi.

As if showing off, the shorter of the two men put one hand on the taller man's shoulder, and the other hand was exposed - it was an obviously thick mechanical prosthesis, with a few shallow bullet holes and traces of rivets on the surface.

Although it has been used for who knows how many times and is not suitable for a short person, it is a prosthetic limb after all, and it is easy to break human bones.

"Look at him, he's so clean and white. Hey, big brother, are you still a good student or a good boy?"

The short man turned his head and looked at the tall man whom he called "Big Brother", smiling as if no one was around.

"Do you know what this is?"

The tall man had a gentler face. He took a step forward and opened his collar, deliberately revealing the tattoo that spread across his neck. Faintly visible was a pattern of "a dagger nailed into blood".

"We are members of the "Rampant Blood" group. You should have heard of this name - no, it is impossible that you have not heard of it, so please don't pretend to be deaf and dumb later, okay?"

The tall man emphasized his tone and took a step forward, forcing the other party to retreat again and be swallowed by the dark alley behind him.

Not far away, the short man was leaning against the wall, blocking the exit, still smiling, but with a black dagger in his hand, waving it around casually.

"Now, we brothers want to borrow some money from you."

The tall man pointed at the tattoo, then at the short man, who shook the dagger and raised his voice: "In short! Hurry and take out the valuables!"

"What are you talking about! We are borrowing money, not robbing! Be careful!"

The tall man scolded the short man, then looked at Song Shi with an apologetic look: "Sorry, did I scare you? My brother is a little impatient and not very good at talking."

"But please hurry up." The tall man sighed and said gently, "Otherwise, I may not be able to stop my brother--"

Then, his head fell off.

The head, still with a smile on it, rolled on the ground, followed by a large amount of blood spurting out from the neck, and then it fell to the ground with a thud.

Song Shi retracted the engineer shovel and jumped back to avoid the blood splash. The coat he just bought should not be wasted here.

"So much nonsense...you are disturbing my meal."

Song Shi spoke slowly while shaking the engineer shovel a few times. Under the effect of the waterproof coating, the blood beads on it quickly slid off.

"If you guys came as a biker gang to rob me, you might actually succeed, but you just showed up like that, what are you thinking?"

It was not until this moment that the short man not far away seemed to truly react to what had just happened.

Unable to tell whether he was angry or frightened, or both, the short man trembled unconsciously, clenched the dagger, and stared in astonishment: "You, you killed Frank, you——"

Then with a bang, his head exploded.

Just like a watermelon that is intact on the outside but rotten on the inside, the whole watermelon will burst in an instant with just a slight collision - red raindrops and a large pool of rotten flesh will smear everything around it.

"Your two knives are almost sticking into my eyes. Can't I even fight back?"

Song Shi shook his head, inserted the black powder pistol back into the lining of his coat, and folded the engineer shovel and put it into the lining on the other side.

Looking at the two bodies on the ground, he sighed again: "Besides, you are not members of "Mangxue". Although using "disposable tattoo stickers" instead of "tattoos" to bluff people is indeed quite imaginative."

Withdrawing his gaze, Song Shi stepped over the corpse.

"However, the dead are the greatest. May you rest in peace."

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"Boss, one hot dog, two sizzling burgers, and a bottle of water."

There was a blazing stove in front of a small stall, with heat waves surging. Hearing that there was another customer coming, the sweaty boss responded and started making the food.

Song Shi leaned against a nearby wall, waiting and thinking about what had just happened.

He had heard of the name "Mangxue".

This is the largest gang in the entire Deep Moss District, dominating many businesses including sugar, arms trading, real industries, sex, gambling, etc. With huge financial support, it is said that their elite members even use military-grade equipment.

The current leader of Mangxue, Don Renekton, is known as the "Bloody Butcher". He has a transformation degree of up to 40% and is a naked killing machine.

This is also the reason why those two guys chose to rob with the help of the name "Mangxue". Everyone in the Deep Moss District knows that it is best not to anger "Mangxue".

Compared with "Mangxue", the "Cross Tiger Club" that he had loaned money at high interest not long ago was just a kitten and not worth mentioning.

"——In other words, Mangxue is the most loyal dog to the company in the entire Deep Moss District."

then.

Song Shi narrowed his eyes and came to a conclusion.

Any gang that wants to establish itself as a king, rule a region, has strong power, and wants to negotiate with the government will probably be defeated by the company as soon as it rises.

The high-ranking companies don’t care about the strength of an underground gang. No matter how strong it is, it can never be stronger than the company. The only thing they need is "loyalty."

The Deep Moss District is indeed the "garbage dump" of Palose, but a garbage dump also has its value. What's more, nearly 60% of the population is crammed here, which is a valuable asset.

It is impossible for companies led by Emerald Pharmaceuticals and the coalition government to really turn a blind eye and allow it to get out of control.

However, increasing the number of patrol officers, adding surveillance equipment, and supporting urban management systems are too costly and not cost-effective.

And supporting an underground gang is very appropriate.

This can control costs without letting the Deep Moss District get out of control - in this case, even if some major cases occur here, senior government officials will not be involved too much.

After all, this is something you have left to fend for yourself, and we didn't get involved, so it certainly has nothing to do with us.

As for the minor issues like the gang's weak strength, backward equipment, and insufficient funds.
The company only needs to let a tiny bit of something slip through its fingers to make the former leap to sublime and be reborn.

This is the order set by the company.

(End of this chapter)