Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 54 Dark Forest
"No, you dare to charge 4,000 credit points for a second-hand network processing terminal?"

Song Shi held a data tablet slightly larger than his palm in his hand and raised his voice: "This is not how you make money. Do you really think you are a sucker?"

“Hey, you don’t have to buy it.”

On a recliner not far away, Amiqaba changed to a more comfortable position, slumped into the recliner, and without even raising his eyelids, he said in a long tone: "You think it's too expensive? Then what are you doing here? I only sell high-quality products."

“Who said I don’t buy it?”

Song Shi suddenly laughed.

Hearing this, Ami Kaba's heart tightened for no reason, and then he heard the other party say: "This "Mint T5" network terminal is indeed worth four thousand, I have no problem, but is there something missing on it?"

"What do you mean?"

Amiqaba pricked up his ears cautiously.

Song Shi sighed: "I like this board very much, I really want it, but it lacks some ornaments, which is quite regrettable."

".For example?"

“A ‘micro-supercomputer component’ that enhances computing power.”

Amiqaba sat up from the recliner and stared at the person in front of him for a while before speaking: "Damn it. You're doing this again? You still want to take advantage of me?"

"Absolutely not." Song Shi said frankly, "I really mean it."

Amiqaba was silent for a few seconds.

He had to admit that the price offered by the other party was indeed within his psychological bottom line, and he could still make some money by giving away a "micro supercomputer" - but where did this discerning and difficult kid come from?
"Do you want this thing that was dug out of a cyber hacker's brain?"

“Remember to disinfect.”

Ami Kaba stood up and walked into the warehouse at the back, cursing. After a while, he came out with a black block the size of an earphone box and threw it to Song Shi: "This temporary supercomputer component can only last for 20 minutes at most. If it lasts longer, it will be overloaded and the circuit will most likely melt down."

"No problem, no problem—"

Song Shi stuffed the network processing terminal and the supercomputer component into his arms, and then smiled again: "By the way, do you have any opinions on bulletproof vests?"

"Still coming? It's never going to end, is it?"

Five minutes later, Song Shi pulled on his coat.

At the expense of a certain degree of protective strength, he chose this half-body bulletproof vest made of composite chemical fiber material, which focuses on lightness, portability and concealment. After putting it on, it is no different from an ordinary base shirt.

Once the coat is closed, it looks just like an ordinary person—and costs 1,300 credit points.

Glancing at the account balance that had hit rock bottom again, Song Shi sighed, turned around and prepared to leave the prosthetic clinic.

When he was about to push open the door, Amiqaba's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Hey, kid."

Song Shi stopped pushing the door.

"I'm not interested in your true identity, nor do I care what you want to do. But remember, once you step out of this door, everything about you has nothing to do with me."

Amiqaba paused and sneered, "Why? Are you surprised? Are you surprised that I can tell that your face is made up? Do you think all these years of prosthetic surgery were for nothing?"

"No... the 'makeup' part is nothing, it's just the words that come after it."

Song Shi turned around and looked inside the clinic. A middle-aged man was leaning against a metal table with his arms folded, giving him a cold look.

"I thought you would say something like 'This kid is extraordinary' or 'I have high hopes for you'."

"You think too much."

Amiqaba sneered and said without hesitation: "People like you who died in Palose can have an open-air orgy. I just remind you not to bring trouble to me, understand?"

Song Shi raised his eyebrows.

But Song Shi didn't say anything else. He just waved his hand and pushed the door open.

After watching the other person leave for a long time, Amiqaba slowly relaxed his posture and sank back into the recliner. "Another fool who gambles his life with his future."

"Damn you guys..."

"Why don't you understand the value of life!"

Low-rent hotel, room A312.

Drip, drip, drip.

"Although in theory this is the core territory of the Cross Tiger Gang, it is still too difficult for a group of street thugs to establish a complete, three-dimensional defense and early warning system."

Looking at the floor plan of the Cross district provided by [Cotton Valley Hamster], Song Shi shook his head.

Apart from the map, the opponent did not provide any corresponding defensive deployment.

Because there is no such thing in Cross Street.

After all, the "Cross Tigers" is just a small street gang with a mixed group of members. The same location may be guarded by someone today, but this person may be temporarily out of contact the next day because of being too drunk - in a sense, this is also a very powerful defense mechanism.

After all, even they themselves don’t know the specific deployment of each day, let alone the enemy.

Therefore, apart from a few core locations like the "freezer door", the personnel deployment in the entire Cross block is in a chaotic state.

Drip, drip, drip.

Song Shi tapped the table lightly with one hand, and with the other hand he sometimes stretched and enlarged the flat map, and sometimes zoomed out to overlook the entire map.

Although the limitation of equipment function makes it impossible to present the full terrain projection of three-dimensional modeling, this is not a big problem for Song Shi.

As his eyes moved continuously on the flat map, in Song Shi's mind, buildings rose from the ground and slowly took shape.

One after another, crisscrossing routes of action emerged and disappeared with the ups and downs of thoughts - until finally, these intricate lines overlapped and turned into a curve that meandered between the buildings.

The route has been set.

"call--"

Song Shi closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

He took his right hand off the data tablet and pinched his brow.

"Tsk, my body really isn't doing well right now. Just a small thing like this actually made me feel a little dizzy."

Drip, drip, drip.

But immediately, suppressing this emotion, Song Shi closed the data tablet and looked out the window with the curtains wide open.

The night in the distance is deep, silently swallowing the earth.

In this deep moss area, which is considered a remote place, irregular power and water outages have become commonplace. Large areas of houses are immersed in darkness, with occasional lights flickering and then quickly extinguished.

Maybe thousands of years haven't changed anything.

As the sun sets, this steel forest made of reinforced concrete and crisscrossed with old pipelines is still plunged into endless darkness, just like the natural creation with the same name thousands of years ago, which was covered with vegetation and swamps.

How many hunters and prey roam in the dark forest?
Drop, drop——

A hand reached out, pressed the restart button, unplugged the charging cable, turned off the annoying beeping charging sound, then picked up the device and used it to cover something.

The true face of the person in front of him was reflected in the plane mirror with most of its surface shattered.

He was wearing a black coat, a knife hidden in his arms, a gun hanging from his waist, and a shoulder bag slung across his body.

The next moment, a "mask" with embedded LED lights and LCD screens completely covered the young face in the mirror.

The image on the mask flickered a few times and turned into pure black.

Tonight, Song Shi joins the hunt.

(End of this chapter)