Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 623: Thousand Miles Travel
Song Shi walked along the long street.

From the scattered and fallen billboards, we can roughly know that this was a commercial street before the war broke out.

Now there is only dead silence.

Almost no window was intact. Amid the broken glass on the floor, several wolf cub dolls that had been stepped on countless times lay quietly, their dirty, greasy fur curled together.

A hand picked up the doll, a flash of fire appeared, and the stain disappeared in an instant.

Song Shi placed the three dolls one by one next to the window. The latter had a cute dazed expression and stared motionlessly at the half-collapsed Pali Pizza Shop opposite and the skeleton hanging on it.

“The building is empty.”

Then, Song Shi continued to move forward.

The blue billboard fell into a pile of rubble and bricks, and the words "Wartime Relief Loan at Your Service" were smeared over and over again with red paint.

The corporate alliance is already taking shape. No, it should be said that it is about to succeed.

Song Shi looked at these.

It is said that before the Seven Lands War, although those companies had close ties with politicians and exchanged interests, the government that ruled this land still held considerable power.

Until the outbreak of the war, in order to maximize the potential for war, the government continued to cede power to companies and relax regulations - this indeed enabled the coalition government to resist the invasion and even have a position to manipulate the game.

What's the cost?
A rustling sound came from under the feet. The concrete floor shook a few times and was suddenly pushed open. A beetle's tentacles, half a meter long, poked out. However, at the base of the tentacles, there was a rotten rat with an eye missing.

If a mouse has a mouth big enough to swallow a cat in one gulp, it can still be considered a mouse.

Song Shi stared at the scarlet eyes. In just a few seconds, a black shadow emerged from the wreckage of the building and slowly surrounded the young man.

Each mouse was as big as a calf, with ripped fur and blood scars all over its body, and every step it took left sticky footprints. Perhaps due to the radiation, Song Shi could feel that the body temperature of these mice was significantly higher than that of normal creatures, about 50 to 60 degrees.

It's like a moving fermentation bag that might explode at any time.

According to the mercenaries' previous statement, the company in charge of the East Land Republic front of the United Government is a pure white creature.

pat.

The fishy saliva flowed down, the mouse breathed rapidly, and its bloody forelimbs stomped on the ground violently, then it accelerated suddenly. In an instant, black shadows like cannonballs flooded towards the young man, and disappeared in the sudden burning wind.

Maybe they are mice that escaped from a laboratory, or maybe they are just a group of poor creatures who have been squatting in the sewers all day and have developed genetic abnormalities after drinking wastewater that comes from somewhere.

All the speculations and truths were burned in the fire.

Song Shi continued to move forward.

The air raid sirens echoed, like the helpless screams of a dying person, hovering over the ruins of the city for a long time. The clusters of rockets with wakes arrived as expected, pouring destruction on Hogarth.

The ground was shaking violently, and all the buildings within sight seemed to be terrified and on the verge of collapse. The golden flames had just risen when they were blasted through by countless shrapnel, and the flames and water vapor evaporated into huge mushroom clouds one after another.

At this time when even heavily armored tanks had to find a place to curl up, in the gaps between countless explosions, the young man turned a blind eye, walked straight forward, and still measured the world with his footsteps.

Both the flying shrapnel and the explosion itself were too insignificant for a fourth-ring psychic.

Nothing could touch the young man's body except the boiling smoke.

Song Shi breathed silently, the pungent smell blooming in his nostrils, trying to leave an indelible mark on people.

This round of shelling lasted for half an hour.

The city seemed more dilapidated, but it also seemed like it was just an illusion.

The collapsed supermarket was still collapsed, and there were no new puffed foods on the scattered shelves. The wreckage of the car on the street was burning tirelessly, but the shriveled fuel tank that had been looted long ago made the flames look a bit more powerful.

The only difference from before was probably the pharmacy service robot that was crushed under the billboard and kept shouting "Don't be immersed in grief! Painkillers are 59% off!". In the end, half of its head was blown into pieces and it finally stopped shouting.

Finally, Song Shi stopped.

I don't know when it got completely dark.

So do cities.

After several rounds of street fighting, the water and electricity network in Hogarth almost completely collapsed. Considering the cost-effectiveness, the coalition government was not interested in rebuilding this mess. After deploying some individual soldiers to garrison, it chose to strategically abandon this place.

The tide of darkness covered him, and Song Shi let the last bit of his face be submerged and raised his head.

A gorgeous Milky Way is reflected in the glass-colored pupils, which is a scene that can only be seen when the neon light pollution is extinguished.

"The destructive power was greater than during the Seven Great Sect era, but less than during the Second Seven Land War."

Song Shi talked to himself.

"The rest seems to be no different."

boom!
Bang, bang, bang!

Three pale lightsabers split the night sky, and concrete fragments rose up in the air waves, turning into gray snow all over the sky. The strong roar of the rotors was like a storm approaching in the distance, suddenly descending.

"——You can only be warned once!"

"Stay there and don't move! Otherwise we have the right to open fire!"

The armed helicopter hovered hundreds of meters above. Three beams of light moved quickly on the ground and finally gathered at one point, illuminating the black-haired young man.

"You are suspected of twelve crimes including endangering national security, intentional murder, and vandalism!"

"Surrender immediately and don't even think about making any unnecessary moves!"

In a quick glance, at the hatch of one of the armed helicopters, a man with long flowing hair was standing with his hands folded, casually looking down at the scene below.

The psychic power of the second ring [Transcendence], the biological reproductive suit "Torland Magic Vine" of [Pure White Creature], professional and customized training experience, and excellent tactical qualities.

This was a proud strength that was enough to defeat an armed battalion by a single soldier. The mercenary group "Lemen" that was sent to garrison and unfortunately sacrificed was just an opponent that he needed to pay a little attention to. Not to mention the three armed helicopters carrying heavy firepower and technical suppression equipment.

The observation of the extrasensory system showed that the opponent's bio-energy strength was at the second ring. The portrait was recognized and uploaded to the company database for comparison. No information was available at the moment. That was a psychic in the wild, a bunch of lonely dogs.

At this time, the man heard the other party speak.

"If I surrender, what will happen?"

"There's no end to it. Do you expect to be sliced?" The man said slowly, "We will reasonably assess the damage you have caused. After signing the contract, you will repay it through forced labor. Will it take about 600 years?" He shrugged, "It depends on your work efficiency."

Song Shi did not comment. He picked up a pocket watch at his feet. The cover and gears had long disappeared. When his thumb slid across the back cover, there was a laser-etched indentation, which should be two names.

"There are hundreds of thousands of people in Hogarth. Where are they now?"

"They died, ran away, and were protected in the rear." The man waved his hand: "Population is a very precious resource. We should cherish it, right?"

The accompanying armed soldiers received the signal, and the magnetic flow buffers on the bottom of their tactical boots rubbed against the steel cables. When they were 200 meters above the ground, they let go. The pressure relief devices on the exoskeleton joints made a hissing sound, which was the only reaction of the soldiers landing. They surrounded the young man and slowly approached him.

What hinders the fighter jet's further performance is actually the pilot's own physiological function. The same is true for exoskeleton armor. Even with load resistance and buffering systems, the human body is still too fragile in most situations.

Fortunately, as a subordinate unit of the Pure White Creatures, they enjoyed the benefits of a large company - biological implants and genetic enhancement surgeries, which greatly enhanced their physiological functions and also liberated the performance ceiling of exoskeleton armor.

The war lasted for many years, and the world seemed to be fast-forwarded, with every morning changing its appearance. This was the case with these biological implant technologies, which were developing rapidly with each passing day. I really didn't know what was going on in the brains of the white coats in the R&D department.

The city brightened briefly.

Then, as the flames dissipated, the water-like darkness closed again behind Song Shi.

Keep going.

Hogarth was cut straight across, the buildings thinned out, leaving only the winding road, and finally even that broke apart, targeted artillery fire shattering the third patch of the road.

A group of motorcycle bandits roaming the wasteland during the war rushed over, whistling, and turbid dust was blown up layer after layer behind the motorcycles. The people who had just finished taking candy looked satisfied, shouting and raising their rifles wrapped in rags, and the bullets rubbed off on the sandstone, creating a series of sparks.

Song Shi raised his hand.

The crudely made rifles melted into molten iron, and then solidified into straight iron spears. The iron spears stood deep in the ground, with the remains of terrified corpses hanging on them, and greasy dreadlocks fluttering in the wind. The ground in front of the iron spears was deeply engraved with the words "Nan Dou".

The outline of the new building gradually emerged from the horizon.

Song Shi stepped into the town amidst the smell of a mammal's womb. This place, which even the bandits of the wasteland avoided, opened its arms to new visitors.

With a snap, the delicate flesh-colored bacterial membrane spread from the eaves to the streets, with a clear network of blood vessels slowly wriggling in it. With every step, strands of mucus would be pulled out of the soles of the feet. The dark corners where the sun could not reach were filled with egg cocoons the size of an adult.

Song Shi pushed open one door, then the second one. The basement door opened, revealing a trembling, terrified woman. In her swaddling clothes, the baby was crying in pain because of the tightness of her hands.

They stared at each other for a long time, until the baby cried too much and fell asleep again, and then the woman trembled as she tried to undress.

Song Shi shook his head.

The woman paused and said cautiously, "The government is here to save us?"

Song Shi shook his head again.

She was distraught.

At this time, some intermittent clicking sounds came from the door, as if the kitchen faucet was forgotten to be closed tightly.

Hearing this sound, the woman was suddenly brought back to reality, her pupils shrank: "They are coming!"

A black shadow fell from the eaves onto the lawn engulfed by the fungal film, splashing mucus. The shadow shook its head and raised it, with fungal cilia intertwined in its empty eye sockets and mouth.

Through his tattered suit, he could barely imagine his former demeanor. This adult man was crawling on the ground in a reverse joint position, like a quadruped. In the distance, egg cocoons burst open, and creatures like the former shook their wet bodies.

The next moment, they rushed towards the cabin like a tide.

"Come out." Song Shi knocked gently on the basement door: "You are not the only living person here."

The woman was so frightened that she didn't say anything. The nearest monster jumped up from the ground and grabbed the young man with its gray, crystal-like nails.

Boom, a ball of flame - then a group of flames.

When the woman stumbled out of the basement, everything in front of her was burning. The spreading bacterial film, the enriched spores floating in the air, and the good and bad neighbors in the past, which were now deformed monsters, all disappeared into thin air.

"This, this," the woman murmured in a low voice, her face full of confusion: "There is nothing left."

"The earlier version of the Pure White Creatures' artificial defense technology is much more immature than the version developed by Emerald Pharmaceuticals."

Song Shi walked out of the eaves, and the red-gold sea of ​​fire parted for him. The woman hugged the baby tightly and immediately followed him.

"A special parasitic colony that spreads through spores. It can parasitize the nervous system and greatly stimulate the host's body functions, turning ordinary people into experts in tearing tigers and leopards apart. The disadvantage is that it consumes a lot of biomass, so it is extremely hungry for flesh and blood. From another perspective, this is not a disadvantage."

The bathroom door, which was full of clutter, shook and was suddenly pushed open. A shotgun blast came towards him and turned into ashes in less than one tenth of a second. The thin man, with bloodshot eyes, fell into a long daze after seeing the young man and the woman in front of the door.

"It's highly polluting, proliferating, and uses human resources very efficiently. Conventional light infantry troops without heavy firepower will suffer heavy losses if they pass through here."

Song Shi smashed the grain warehouse and pulled out a man with red cheeks.

"One of the things necessary to win a war is an unequal exchange of resources."

Thirteen people, these were all the survivors of this town that had a population of over five thousand in its heyday, after being chosen as the "artificial defense line". After a brief moment of ecstasy, the red-gold firelight reflected many confused faces.

The parasite had no interest in most grains, carbohydrates, and water, and after a round of fire purification, the collected items filled a school bus.

“No gas”

The man's cautious words were stuck, flames enveloped the bus, and after a brief warm-up, the engine roared to life.

"boarding."

File in.

"I don't want to go to the city anymore," the drunken man sobbed. "I've had enough of this. I'd rather stay in the wild."

The speed of the bus far exceeded the original design. Twenty minutes later, in a simple camp, dozens of vagrants nervously raised the black muzzles of their guns and aimed them at the bus that suddenly stopped.

A portion of food and water was exchanged for the qualification to join.

"Wait. Wait!" As the bus was about to depart again, the man suddenly remembered something. He caught up with the bus and shouted, "What's your name?"

Two words were blown by the wind.

"Nandou."

(End of this chapter)