Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 41 Battlefield Preset
"Wait, wait a minute, what are you talking about? I—"

Paul opened his mouth quickly, but then the scalpel pressing against his throat slightly increased its force, forcing him to shut his mouth.

"Give me the screen sharing rights for your artificial eye."

Looking at the permission sent immediately by the other party, Song Shi nodded. This way it would be difficult for the other party to do small actions like "secretly sending messages to others".

"From now on, do as I say."

Song Shi said, "Follow me."

"Well, I haven't figured out the situation yet. What are you doing..." Paul's forehead was covered with sweat and he was about to struggle again.

"Are you sure you want me to explain everything?"

Song Shi held the scalpel in his hand, his expression calm: "I can be indifferent, but I can't guarantee the mood of this knife."

So Paul swallowed and finally stopped talking.

He followed Song Shi and got into a driverless taxi of "Convens Mobility".

While getting in the car, the former was charged an additional 50 credit points for cleaning service fees by the in-car intelligence because of his "personal hygiene" - of course, Paul paid for both people's fares.

Looking at his shrunken wallet, Paul cursed loudly in pain, but on the surface he sat motionless, not daring to show any emotion.

After getting in the car, the other party put away the scalpel, closed his eyes and said nothing.

But he had no doubt about the speed with which the other party would act if he tried to do something.

And another crucial point is that the other party accidentally or deliberately revealed a pistol for a moment not long ago, which made him give up his plan of "escaping" and "fighting".

——At least that’s what Paul thought ten minutes ago.

Looking at the increasingly desolate and dilapidated scene passing quickly outside the car window, Paul's heart slowly sank and he became nervous again.

The current location is considered a remote area even in the Shenmoss District. As far as he knows, this is a group of abandoned unfinished buildings owned by a developer who broke its capital chain.

Because of its remote location and the fact that the building only has a rough framework, no water or electricity, and leaks wind and rain, even scavengers and vagrants rarely come here or live in it. It is a place that is truly deserted.

And few people go there.
For a moment, Paul turned pale.

He didn't know why someone was looking for the young man in front of him. He saw this "Missing Person Notice" in the group a few days ago and added it to the memo - who knew that he would actually run into the real person!

But at this moment, considering the other party's series of actions and the weapons he carried, this young man who looked young was probably not an ordinary person.

On this basis, a task was issued to find this young man.
——You are in big trouble.

Paul wanted to cry but had no tears. All of a sudden, all kinds of guns and cannons, and the roar of firepower came to his mind. The restricted-level movies he had seen in the past, about enemies hunting and killing, gang fights, grudges and love, and other themes, flooded into his mind.

Now I am just a wanderer who went bankrupt because of cryptocurrency speculation, but soon, I might become a pile of bloody flesh! Or after something happens, I might be murdered to silence myself!
"Don't be nervous. I don't like killing people."

As if guessing what Paul was thinking, Song Shi opened his eyes, raised his head from the pillow, and sat up straight.

"But the real result still depends on you, so I hope you don't do anything meaningless." Song Shi's tone was gentle, as if he was chatting casually in his spare time: "Next, according to me, as long as everyone cooperates happily, nothing will happen."

"Ah ha ha"

Paul's forehead was covered with sweat, and he forced a smile: "No problem, happy cooperation. Ha. Happy cooperation."

The only option is cooperation.

Apart from the prosthetic eyes, the only real prosthetic implants on his body were an artificial bionic lung that he had replaced two years ago due to excessive nicotine intake from smoking, and an embedded nutrient solution injector to reduce food expenses and facilitate skipping meals.

I have no fighting ability at all, so forget about resisting with force.

and.

Paul cursed in his heart, when you said "happy cooperation", could you please take back the gun that was deliberately exposed from your coat!

At this moment, the driverless taxi suddenly stopped.

"Dear user, we have arrived at your designated location. Please get off as soon as possible. The service evaluation of this service will be sent to you later. Please remember to select one from "good", "very good", "very good", or "very good."

"Convens Travel, 100% praise, I wish you a faster life every day——"

Song Shi turned a deaf ear to him, opened the car door and motioned for Paul to follow him down.

After considering the possibility of "taking the opportunity to push the other person away, closing the door, completing the order service in an instant, and letting the unmanned vehicle speed away immediately", Paul got out of the car obediently.

As autumn draws to a close, the weather gets colder.

The car stopped at the unfinished building. Looking around, the ground was covered with gravel and mud covered with weeds and garbage. From time to time, rusted bent steel bars and yellowed PVC plastic pipes could be seen inserted or lying on the ground at random.

The unfinished buildings in the distance have peeling concrete walls, exposed steel bars, and thick dust, like a gray iron forest.

"Stay here and don't move. Take a few photos after I give you instructions." Song Shi said as he took out a black powder pistol and fired a shot at a dry can on the ground forty meters away.

The next moment, with a "bang", the can exploded directly, and a faint smell of gunpowder drifted away.

Song Shi put away his gun and glanced at Paul.

The latter quickly raised his hand to indicate that he would not wander around.

Next, under Paul's gaze, the other party entered an abandoned building in front and sat down directly - on the ground around him, there were things like extinguished fires, beer cans, leftover instant noodle buckets, and packaging bags of dried white maggots.

"Go ahead and take the photo. Remember to use a candid camera angle. It doesn't matter if it's a little blurry."

Paul blinked quickly, and the shutter of his prosthetic eye flashed wildly, taking dozens of photos in one breath.

"Well, just use these."

Song Shi walked back, browsed the photo album, and tapped a few photos.

At this moment, although Paul had a vague guess about what the other party was going to do, he still plucked up his courage and smiled reluctantly: "Well, the photo has been taken, can I go in?"

"Of course not."

Song Shi shook his head, then nodded slightly: "It seems that you have already guessed it, so your thinking ability is still on point. So, how did you end up being a wanderer?"

"I said, can you let me go?" Paul said hopefully.

"No."

Song Shiyan is concise and to the point.

Hearing this, Paul was silent for a few seconds, and then said in a desperate tone: "Crypto market. Speculation in coins."

Paul was filled with grief and anger when he recalled the sad events. He said, "I believed the lies of an investor and invested all my assets in him. I made a lot of money before. But one day, that guy suddenly broke his account and I lost everything! Not a penny left!"

“Let me guess, then this investor disappeared.”

"How did you know that?" Paul was stunned.

Song Shi sighed and didn't answer.

"Send the photo to Milton and tell him you just took it. He gave you his contact number. Look for it in the homeless groups you joined and you'll find it."

Paul wanted to struggle one last time, but looking at Song Shi's indifferent expression, he gritted his teeth and sent it out anyway.

The other party's reply was quick and simple, with only two words: "received".

"Send another message, urging him to pay quickly."

Song Shi said: "You are a wanderer, so you are not so generous with money."

Paul did as he was told, and the other party replied, "Don't worry, I'll give it to you once I confirm that the information is correct."

"Wait a minute. He asked me to hide and keep an eye on you. He will be here soon."

Song Shi shook his head: "Reject him because you don't dare to get involved in such a weird thing. Just run away after taking the photo."

So, the other party did not send any more communications.

"Do you have any supportive prostheses like a 'spine' implanted?"

When everything was ready, Song Shi suddenly asked.

Paul answered subconsciously: "Huh? No."

Then, his head tilted and he collapsed instantly.

"Well, for ordinary people, this knockout force is just right."

Song Shi withdrew his knife from the back of the opponent's neck and nodded slightly.

After spending some time dragging the other party to a remote place far away from the building and covering it with several large pieces of cracked plastic sheets, Song Shi walked back to the abandoned buildings step by step, staring into the distance.

Slowly, Song Shi began to laugh.

The battlefield has been preset successfully.

Next.

It’s the fighting part that I love so much.

(End of this chapter)