Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 621: Eleven Years of War

The sun has risen.

It was a pale, cold sun.

Marsh Lowell lifted the felt and trembled out of the plastic tent.

Some people had already changed their equipment and were standing silently in the middle of the camp, as if in a daze.

It was a ridiculously bulky outfit—a canvas jumpsuit coated with radiation-proof gel, with car airbag material sewn into the joints, a breathing mask made from repurposed diving goggles and coffee filters, and a filter canister filled with a mixture of activated charcoal and medical cotton.

There was no laughter, perhaps because Marsh himself was dressed similarly.

The war has begun. It has been going on for many years.

Countless forces and heroes whose names have just been clearly remembered were beaten into ashes by new entrants in the blink of an eye. The big shots who are still high and mighty today will be reduced to ashes that even their mothers cannot recognize tomorrow.

The abuse of nuclear weapons, biological weapons, autonomous hunting machines, and those high-level psychics who are moody and have nothing in common with humans except for their self-proclaimed names, have filled the sky with pale gray, riddled the earth with holes, and left behind untold suffering.

"Boss, everyone is here." A man who looked like a bloated expired can came over and whispered, "Noon, not a bad time."

According to the rules summarized during this period, each round of over-the-horizon bombardment of the East Land Republic against the Hogarth area must be separated by three hours. Especially recently, the interval has been getting longer and longer. Perhaps the East Land Republic is unwilling to waste too many resources on the ruins of a city.

"Hogarth"

If you stay in a place long enough, will you regard it as your second home? Marsh doesn't know the answer, but one thing he can be sure of is that the memory of his hometown has gradually become blurred in his mind, while the broken walls and ruins of Hogarth, which are full of craters, have left a deep impression on him.

Then he said, "Let's go."

Twelve old pickup trucks are the basis of residence for this small wanderer tribe, and for today's scavenging, they drove out two of them at once.

Thanks to the unremitting and indiscriminate bombing by all forces, only one in ten of the major pre-war trunk roads in this area remained, and they were broken, shattered, and full of potholes. Fortunately, the two pickup trucks had been modified for off-road use in advance, so the driving was barely smooth, and they stumbled all the way to the outskirts of Hogarth.

After leaving two people to guard the pickup truck, the rest of the scavenging team - five people including Marsh, began to travel through the city.

Collapsed buildings, rusted billboards with blurred words, and broken wire fences everywhere. The jungle of reinforced concrete has a strong vitality that no living creature can match. Even after being bombed again and again, it still retains its general outline.

Carefully circumventing a charred and twisted skeleton, the scavenging team breathed a sigh of relief when they saw their destination in the distance, but then they held their breath again. The Geiger indicator hanging on their chests flashed a scarlet light.

The signboard was tilted from side to side, but through the thick dust on the surface, the words "Hogarth's Second Scrap Recycling Station" could be vaguely seen.

Normal waste recycling stations do not deal with radioactive products, but during wartime, they cannot afford to do so, especially in a semi-abandoned city like Hogarth. The coalition government, supported by several super companies, has long since relaxed regulations, and the government of this area has dumped some low-recycling-value items here, including radioactive products.

Fortunately, the government is not so crazy as to dump nuclear waste directly. The radiation is still within the manageable range. There is always a way to filter, clean and degrade it. In this era when bearings are more expensive than gold, a group of wanderers have no room to be picky.

"Boss, we're lucky." A wanderer was lying next to a window with a big hole in it, staring ahead, and said in a low voice: "It seems like we're the only one."

".Too neat." Marsh also lowered his voice. He looked carefully at the piles of plastic, machinery and broken car bodies. "According to the messages on the channel, many people must have come here."

Years of wandering life forced people to develop a good eye, and with just a few glances, Marsh spotted a lot of good stuff: a half-broken solar panel, a small battery with a cracked case, and a bottle of antibiotics that had expired for who knows how long in a transparent biscuit box filled with green viscous liquid.

The online mutual aid community of wanderers in this area mentioned this place. But wanderers are all stingy people who want to make two holes for a nail. Originally, they just wanted to try their luck and pick up some leftovers, but they didn't expect to find such a good thing.

The living standard of the local wanderers is so high? You don't even look down on this?

"——Ah, another kid has taken the bait."

There was a frivolous whistle as a man with a crew cut and dressed in military uniform was picking his ears while holding a telescope with thermal imaging function.

"Who's going to do it this time? Bill?"

"I'm not interested in your bad taste." On the other side, a thin figure squatted on the ground, sorting out the bullets: "But I'm interested in making money, five thousand yuan, two bets."

"So, Ben?"

"Okay, I'm just worried about having nothing to do to kill time. The people stationed here are going to get moldy!"

The black-painted exoskeleton armor walked over, like a modern knight. But after he took two steps, someone got ahead of him.

"Hey, let me do it. Don't grab it from me. I'll show you how powerful my new thing is."

This was a young man wearing a light tactical uniform and with curly hair. He was grinning, and his two pupils were shining with a faint blue light, each with an etched circuit passing through it.

"Is it a big deal to get an artificial eye?" The sturdy man in the exoskeleton armor said unhappily, "Look at how much flesh you still have on your body! Don't replace that thing down there with screws!"

"The more jealous words I hear, the happier I am." The young man chuckled and said, "You can also go and change. It just so happens that those companies have given low-interest prosthetic loans. Hey, if it weren't for the war, would you want to take advantage of those corporate dogs?"

“Come on.” The man with the crew cut at the beginning curled his lips and shook the telescope in his hand. “Prosthetics are very unstable. I don’t want to suddenly become a psychopath one day. And you want to take advantage of me? Humph, maybe those people are using you as a guinea pig, but you stupidly came to their door and served as their experimental subject for free.”

"Being mentally ill is better than being shot to death one day." The young man disagreed: "Think about how to survive on the battlefield first, don't end up with a life to make money but no life to spend it, that would be really funny - or you can give me your wife's contact information in advance?"

The crew-haired man sneered: "Don't worry, I'll put a copy on your grave when the time comes."

While they were happily bickering, the young man skillfully picked up the weapon leaning against the wall. It was a gun with an exaggerated shape, nearly two meters long, and a streamlined structure full of a sense of technology. Behind the barrel was an indigo electromagnetic acceleration coil group.

As excellent mercenaries employed by the United Government, they enjoy rich resources and access rights. This heavy Gauss sniper rifle "Blue Trigger" is one of the proofs. The weapon was provided by the super trust company [Southern Heavy Industry] and only cost one-third of the market price.

"Let's make way, let's make way—"

The crew-haired man changed his position and gave way to the young man by the window. This hotel suite on the 20th floor, abandoned due to the war, was large enough to accommodate an entire mercenary group.

The young man placed the huge sniper rifle half a meter in front of the window, lay down, and waited slowly for the gun and prosthetic limb to complete the intelligent control link.

"Two?" He raised his voice: "Ha, Leidi, then you will lose!"

The man who was called "Thunder Field", that is, the one who sorted out the bullets, smacked his lips and said, "What kind of real ability is it to rely on prosthetics? Thirty thousand dollars, two in a row! Do you dare to follow me?"

"Do you think I'm scared?" The young man snorted, "Two in a row, two in a row!"

As he spoke, the artificial eye and the gun scope successfully completed the intelligent control link, and the scene in front of him flashed and suddenly changed.

The projection on the retina suddenly became an extremely clear, rapidly enlarged waste recycling station, as if the gods were looking down from the clouds. At the same time, near the crosshairs, data on wind speed, bevel correction, temperature and humidity washed down one by one, changing in real time.

If the designer of "Blue Trigger" knew that this powerful weapon, which is enough to destroy vehicles by a single soldier, is now being used for hunting games, he would probably sigh with regret.

[Thermal imaging view has been loaded] Click, like the camera is switching.

Five blurry orange-red figures were suddenly plucked out of the intricate city ruins, and were clearly visible.

[First trajectory correction]

In the blink of an eye, dotted lines extended outward from the muzzle of the gun, and then quickly disappeared, until finally, only the straightest line remained.

【Target Protection Analysis】

Sucks.

I really don't mean to mock. Apart from the ridiculous protective clothing that looks like a doll's costume, the protective gear these people wear inside is also extremely simple, and there are even bulletproof vests made by hand. The bulletproof insert is broken and folded. I don't know which garbage dump it was picked up from. Can the bulletproof effect still be one tenth of it?
Kill confirmation delay

Four kilometers, 1.9 seconds, considering the barrier effect of buildings along the way, it is acceptable. If you hit the head, the opponent can still leave a decent corpse, but if it is slightly off, oh, it's another ripe rotten watermelon.

The wanderers in the distance were completely unaware that the god of death was about to swing his scythe. They maintained a relatively dispersed formation, looked around cautiously, and moved forward slowly. Two people walked in the front, choosing to lead the way for their companions behind them.

According to the behavioral analysis trend of the cadence, they will merge into a straight line after 1.7 seconds.

"Thirty thousand yuan." The young man raised his lips and said, "I got it."

Trigger pulled.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

It was as if the world suddenly fell into slow motion, and a white trail appeared in the air, extending continuously until it first came into contact with matter.

Rice-sized holes appeared on the surface of the first dilapidated building, and the next moment, the holes began to spread, and radial cracks spread.

The exact same scene appeared on four buildings almost at the same time.

But in reality, there is no slow motion, only a very slight "ding" sound.

The young man's eyes suddenly widened.

The ultra-high precision sight faithfully shows the current scene.

Right in front of the two mice! On the theoretically unimpeded ballistic trajectory, a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The large-caliber depleted uranium bomb was grasped in the palm of his hand, just like picking up a candy from the tray on the coffee table.

The dark-haired figure stared at the bullet in his palm.

Then he raised his head and glanced over.

At this moment, the young man almost wanted to jump up.

"What's wrong?" The man with the crew cut keenly sensed the change in atmosphere, his playful smile instantly disappeared, and one hand subconsciously pressed on his waist: "Boyce?"

"No, it didn't come out of nowhere!" The young man suddenly shouted, "It's super high-speed mobility! He's coming!"

"Varied--"

As soon as he managed to squeeze out a word, the man with a crew cut pulled out a gun and aimed it at the window.

And the second word could no longer be uttered.

fire.

This was the only thought left in his mind.

That was faster than the Gauss sniper rifle's sniping speed, which was ten times the speed of sound! In the previous moment, a spark had just lit up, and in the next moment, it spanned four kilometers, and the raging flames almost filled the entire field of vision!

"What are you aiming at?"

The red-gold flames suddenly subsided, and a figure walked out.

Song Shi stepped on the muzzle of the sniper rifle. The specially made high-strength barrel didn't hold for even a second. The boiling molten iron overflowed, leaving winding charred marks on the dirty wooden floor.

"Forget it, I don't want to hear it."

Song Shi took the second step and walked past the young man, who turned into ashes without even being able to utter a syllable.

Psychic. This kind of performance is at least the third ring of [Great Source]!
Several brass shells popped out of the ejection port, and the crew-haired man instinctively pulled the trigger. The heavy-fire pistol, which was said to be able to destroy a large spider robot at close range, spewed out scorching flames.

Song Shi didn't even move his eyelids. [Scorched Earth] rose up in less than one thousandth of a second, just like a fleeting firework in the night. After a brief cluster of sparks, the steel core warhead disappeared.

"Three seconds." The man with the crew cut heard the other party say, "I'll give you a chance to leave a last word."

What.
The roar interrupted his thoughts, and Ben roared, swinging the power axe down fiercely.

——Aim to smash it towards the floor of the suite!

With the help of exoskeleton armor and power axe, even the load-bearing columns of the cross-sea bridge can be easily chopped off. With this axe, this floor will collapse directly.

But that's how it has to be! Only by rushing into a chaotic environment can you have a chance of winning!
And all thoughts were drowned in the flames in the next moment.

Three minutes later, the only mercenary who was deliberately left alive for questioning turned into ashes behind the young man.

"The eleventh year of the Seven Lands War."

The [Scorched Earth] from the fourth ring of spiritual energy also had the effect of blocking signals. In a breath of time, everything in the hotel suite was burned down and cleared out. Song Shi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"The East Land Republic and the United Government are confronting each other here."

A rusty wind blew up, the rustling curtains were torn open, and a devastated world came into view.

Burning smoke hovered over the city, collapsed and broken buildings, abandoned cars were everywhere, and an orange leaflet with Hogarth's New Tomorrow written on it curled up in the cracks on the street, revealing a charred corner.

The war has come.

(End of this chapter)