Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 562: Poison Barrier
After casually dispersing the drones that were reluctant to leave and trying to come up for an exclusive interview, Song Shi turned to Chu Tonglu and Xia Le.

"You guys go back first and control the others so that no one causes any trouble. Eat when it's time to eat, drink when it's time to drink, and sleep when it's time to sleep. I'd like to say this, but I don't think anyone can do it."

"I understand." Xia Le exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on the straight building in the distance that stood like a pillar of heaven: "Paddy Morse"

"Yeah." Song Shi didn't hide it: "Since you didn't say no, that means you want me to go find him - and it just so happens that I also want to meet him."

"I've been in Wu Ke Di for so long, it's time to meet him."

The Han sword quietly disintegrated and flowed back into the skin like thousands of grains of quicksand. Chu Tonglu put his hands back into his pockets, said nothing, and felt a little emotional in his heart.

Powerful psychics are like the source of infinite mass. There is a strong gravitational force between them. Even if they do nothing, they will gradually get closer. This is a rumor that spreads among psychics, just like "destined death".

The fate of the strong has something in common. Maybe it's true.

As early as the third ring, the other party involved multiple fifth-ring psychics, and after breaking through the fourth ring, he even met with a contemporary [God's Throne]. Now he will go to Paddy Morse's meeting to meet this "mental image rebirth" who supports the government's authority.

Then again, is this "predestined death" thing real? I have no idea about it. When I broke through the third ring, I specially cleared a storage hard drive in my mind to record it, but even the smallest unit had no trace of magnetization.

While Chu Tonglu was thinking patiently, Song Shi went to the Security Bureau headquarters building.

To be precise, he had just flown a few hundred meters over there when his eyes blurred and a strong external force "pulled" him across the physical distance.

When he came to his senses, Song Shi found himself sitting on a chair.

Local space transfer.
Song Shi figured out the principle. The other party's psychic power that distorted reality was truly versatile.

The black desk, the eyes moved up, saw a face with strong lines, and then met the man's gaze.

The director of the General Security Bureau was staring at him, with no emotion on his face.

"This setup looks like an interrogation of a prisoner." Song Shi leaned back slightly: "The director of the Security Bureau is interrogating me? Should I be honored or terrified?"

“Don’t have weird thoughts.”

The other party spoke.

It was not simply indifference, but more like the sound of a machine operating with perfect precision. However, if one must use a specific machine as an analogy, the other party would probably be a hydraulic press, calmly crushing all obstacles and not allowing any obstruction.

"I've read your information, Song Shi. You've been to many places, including the East Land Republic, the Council of Knowledge, and the Wasteland. You even served as a patrol inspector in Ye Nan."

Paddy crossed his fingers and laid them flat on his stomach.

"Tell me what you think of today's corporate alliances."

"As for my opinion, if we cut down all the giant companies, I think everyone's average living standard will increase several times."

The other person remained motionless, staring at him coldly.

Song Shi sighed, and had to straighten up and sit up.

"After the company squeezes the juice out of people, the remaining scraps have to be composted. Mr. Director, do you still expect me to say something good about them?"

"Emotional speech," Paddy said. "The endless pursuit of profit is the company's vice and its virtue."

"If we look at the overall situation, even the technical level of the Council of Knowledge is still inferior to that of the Corporate Alliance." He spoke at a steady pace: "Terra does not tolerate the weak. Without the technological advantages brought by the giant companies, when the next war comes, the entire territory will become a chopping block for arbitrary division, and the casualties will be incalculable."

"So, what is the price?" Song Shi asked with interest.

"It's a meaningless question." Paddy looked at the young man, unmoved: "Everything has a price, nothing is free." "Or do you want to tell me in person that you hope to have a world where everyone is equal and eternal beauty?" He said: "Like [Eden], a snow globe carefully held in the palm of your hand?"

"Obviously, this is impossible and unrealistic." Song Shi shook his chair: "Of course, the most important thing is that I am not interested."

"Yenan's so-called prosperity is all dependent on Isidore Siniti. Once she steps down, the entire territory will fall apart in an instant. The Council of Knowledge is obsessed with pursuing technology and cannot tolerate anything else. The Beiting Defense Front regards strength as the sum of all meanings. As for the East Land Republic, let's not talk about it."

"The company is a cancer that will cause endless troubles, a chronic disease that alienates personalities, and distorts all visible and invisible things." The director general of the Security Bureau paused for a second: "It is also a barrier that protects this place."

"Just translate it." Song Shi said with a smile: "The company is indeed bad enough, but other places are worse. We are the most promising future of Terra."

"I think I understand what you mean. No wonder I heard that during the years when Paddy Morse took office as the Director General, his political stance has always been to promote the nationalization of the company." Song Shi changed his posture and placed one hand flat on the armrest of the chair: "But when you nationalize the company and restrict it, the kind of surging vitality you expect will inevitably be restricted as well."

Paddy's mouth corners turned up, revealing a slight curve.

"—So, what is the price?"

"tsk"

Song Shi tutted in dissatisfaction.

"No wonder. Many people told me in advance that the General Security Bureau and we are not on the same side."

Paddy snorted, "Since when did 'Nan Dou' Song Shi become a character who needs to listen to others?"

Song Shi chuckled.

Alas, Chakoro, your Enlightener is bluntly not favored by others.

The young man said slowly in his heart.

Paddy Morse's attitude was fully revealed.

Compared to the terrifying creativity and vitality that companies have shown in the endless competition, and the determination to include every inch of the sky and the earth in economic activities, the other party is not optimistic about the strength of the Enlightened One. He believes that the Enlightened One will not be able to protect the corporate alliance in the upcoming second "Seven Land War".

"You should understand that the existence that determines the fate of Terra has no longer been a force since at least three thousand years ago."

"That's another question."

Paddy Morse was silent for a moment, and his expression returned to its eternal calm.

"Song Shi, come to the Security Bureau, you will be the next director general."

"How should I put it?" Song Shi stretched hard and stood up slowly: "I don't think the attraction is particularly strong."

"How about you kill the remaining seven now?"

Paddy said calmly, "Okay."

Now it was Song Shi's turn to remain silent. After a few seconds, he sighed, "I'm so sorry."

Paddy Morse showed no disappointment and nodded slightly.

"We will have many dealings in the future."

The next second, Song Shi, who was about to say something, felt a blur before his eyes and was taken out of the headquarters building.

(End of this chapter)