Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 624: Immigrant Attention and Neutralizer
“——【Nandou】.”

The legitimate son of Zhunxi Lu, a second-class family in the Donglu Republic, was flipping through the reports on the table. It was a thick stack of paper documents, a personal hobby of the former in this era of popular paperless office.

He lowered his head, quickly skimmed through the documents, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Can anyone tell me where this person came from?"

No one who is qualified to appear in this office is an ordinary person. The lowest position is the commander of a full-strength brigade. But at this moment, no one dared to speak rashly. The man in front of him was one of the commanders of the East Land Republic's war against the United Government.

Just talking about this front, the other side's status is only second to that of a few people.

What's more, the other party is the key training target of a second-rate family and one of the reserve candidates for the next generation of family head. The double pressure of bloodline and position is enough to make him breathless.

Lu Xuan hummed: "No one is talking?"

There was no way to remain silent any longer. A supervisor from the intelligence department said solemnly, "Sir Lu, this is very strange. We can't find any information about this person. It's as if he just appeared out of thin air."

".Can't find it?" Lu Xuan raised his eyelids: "How can you not find it? Is it covered up, or something else?"

"It means exactly what it says, Lord Lu." The other party replied, "We can only confirm that the first place he appeared was Hogarth. There is no trace of his experience before that."

"What about the fortune-telling performance? I remember Zhang rushed here from China six days ago."

Lu Xuan was noncommittal: "A third-level [Revelation] who specializes in prophecy, can't you see through the opponent's steps?"

"We do have this plan and have applied for it." The other party said respectfully, "But after Master Zhang rushed to the base, he first had a battle of magic with Virginia from the United Government. Both sides were seriously injured. Master Zhang is still recuperating and cannot spare time to do divination for a while."

Virginia Salome, the third ring [Revelation] supported by the super company [Fubo Energy]. The other party was invited by [Pure White Creature] to help at a high price. Relying on her superb "foreshadowing" technique, she saw through her own plans several times, causing her and others to suffer a lot.

"So." Lu Xuan finally raised his eyes: "Is this the reason why you are slacking off?"

Fine beads of cold sweat oozed out of the other person's forehead.

"A [Dayuan] who is conservatively estimated to be in the third ring."

Lu Xuan loosened his hand, and the report with the rough edges rolled up fell on the table. The photo printed on the paper was clearly visible, it was a young man, he was walking on the ground, behind him was a winding convoy.

"A psychic who is qualified to break through the defenses and capture a city single-handedly."

"After thirty-two days of appearing, you told me that you had no information about him. You didn't even know his first or last name."

The other person's sweat beads became more and more frequent.

He gritted his teeth and explained in a hoarse voice: "Lord Lu, the war is raging right now. Our main forces have been dispatched to confront the pure white creatures. We are really short of manpower. Moreover, according to the current assessment, he does not seem to be very hostile to our army."

"—not big?"

Lu Xuan stood up and walked from behind the table to the man. Their faces were almost touching. At such a distance, the former's spiritual power, which had reached the third ring [Balance], brought a terrifying pressure.

"Not big?"

he repeated.

"Last month, the Immigration Bureau's output in this war zone was 2,625 people, and this month it's 497 people." Lu Xuan stared at the other person, his noses almost touching each other: "Think carefully, and then tell me, where did the 2,128 people go?"

"Huh? Where did they go?" Lu Xuan raised his eyebrows. "The Human Resources Department of the Pure White Creatures? But every month before, they were competing with us for population. Did they suddenly increase their efforts this month? How come I didn't know they still had so much spare capacity?"

"After all, he hasn't directly attacked our military base yet." As soon as he said this, the man realized that he had made a mistake and quickly added, "Sir Lu, we have sent agents to infiltrate his followers and monitor his movements in real time."

"He has killed many hardworking field officers of the Immigration Bureau!"

As expected, Lu Xuan's expression suddenly turned cold.

"In this world of great strife, if the East Continent Republic is not careful, not to mention 'recovering the Divine Court' in the future, the country will be destroyed in an instant."

"In order to support our march, do you know how much pressure the country is under right now? Even the sixth and seventh class citizens have to work hard, not to mention the eighth class citizens! If it weren't for the immigration bureaus in various places introducing ninth class citizens day after day to ease the pressure and fill the gap, do you think you can still stand here and talk to me?"

"Not much hostility? Haven't you directly attacked the military base? How can you say that!"

Lu Xuan sneered several times and sat back in his chair.

"I don't care what your original level of attention to this person is, raise it by one level now. Humph, the only thing you did right was to send out agents. Have them keep a close eye on the target and report to me immediately if there is any unusual movement."

Someone heard the hidden meaning and asked cautiously: "Should we sit back and do nothing now?"

"Do you think it is possible to mobilize experts who are confident in fighting against psychics of this level at will? Or should I simply ask the commander-in-chief to take action?"

Commander-in-chief, Yu Juncai, is one of the highest military commanders of the East Land Republic against the pure white creatures. He is a powerful figure who has made the Dongshan Yu family from a poor family to a fourth-class family with his own efforts.

A fourth-ring [Dayuan] psychic, it was he who, in the Battle of Boros a few months ago, overwhelmed a fourth-ring [Transcendence] of the pure white creature, thus severely damaging the Iron Curtain defense system in the Boros area and creating this great victory.

"Let this mobile bomb give the pure white creatures a headache first. Their human resources department has also lost a lot of employees, and several secretly set up test sites have been destroyed. Is this the world's most advanced bioengineering technology?"

Lu Xuan said unhappily, "A bunch of unscrupulous lunatics who take advantage of the low human rights and act recklessly."

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There was a group of low sheds. The curtain of one of the sheds was lifted and a fairly strong middle-aged man came in.

There was another young man in the store, also looking at the list. A wooden board with product names written all over it in ink marker was hung on the wall.

The middle-aged man just glanced at the young man and then looked away.

He looked at the board carefully and told the owner a few names. When the latter went to the box at the back of the store to find something and brought it over, he asked again, "Do you have Type 5 neutralizer?"

"Type-5 neutralizer?" Upon hearing this, the shop owner suddenly laughed: "Let's not talk about whether I have any friends or not. The radiation sickness has reached the point where he needs Type-5 to save him. I suggest you feed him more good things and then throw him away."

"It's none of your business." Marsh said in an unchanged tone, "Is it?"

"No." The shop owner answered straightforwardly, "There are a bunch of people throwing nuclear bombs around right now. This stuff is in short supply, and production is given priority to the military. After a lot of effort, we managed to get in touch with the military, negotiated a profit distribution agreement, and secretly took it to resell on the market. Yes, there are big shots."

He pointed to the leaking iron ceiling and said, "Do I look like a big shot to you?"

Marsh paid and left the shed without another word.

When I opened the curtain, the turbid and stuffy air disappeared behind me in an instant.

The gray-white structure stretched overhead, and then broke off in the middle after more than a hundred meters. Under the bridge hole of this broken bridge was a famous black market nearby. The sheds and stalls were crowded together, and people came in twos and threes, most of them with bulging waists. Marsh exhaled, tightened his leather jacket, and his face was no longer as calm as before, but obviously gloomy.

Mensad's hometown was hit by a nuclear bomb. He was dying when he escaped, and his car broke down in the wasteland. If he hadn't met them, he would have died. Since then, he has become a wanderer, but radiation sickness and complications have always been with him. In the past few years, he has relied on neutralizers to survive.

But neutralizers can be used to keep the patient alive, but it is more difficult to cure the patient completely. And a group of impoverished wanderers obviously cannot raise enough money through crowdfunding to send the patient to a large hospital under Pure White Biology for a full set of treatment and surgery.

Everyone knows that Pure White Biology is good at treating diseases, and everyone also knows that Pure White Biology's hospital does not accept poor people.

But we still have to find a way.
Helping each other and keeping each other warm are the foundation for the Wanderer Tribe to survive.

Thinking of this, Marsh thought with regret.

When I met that psychic who was obviously extremely powerful, I should have taken the risk and asked for help.

"--friend."

At this moment, a low voice came from the side.

Marsh looked over and found that it was the young man in the store just now.

"You want Type 5 neutralizer, right? I know where I can find it." He smiled and said, "It's not convenient to talk here. Can we go somewhere else?"

A few minutes later, inside a vintage jeep.

Marsh sat in the passenger seat, the door on his side half closed, his hand in his pocket, holding the pistol: "Can you tell me now?"

"The boss didn't lie to you. Type V neutralizer is in short supply right now." The young man sat in the driver's seat and didn't seem to notice the other party's cautious attitude. "But I have a way to help you get it. Let me ask you a question first."

Marsh didn't hesitate: "You ask."

"Have you heard of 'Nandou'?"

The young man's face, which had been calm throughout the conversation, showed surprise for the first time.

The young man looked at the man carefully. The man startled and almost hit his head against the windshield of the car.

"Uh, do you need to open the window to get some fresh air?" he asked tactfully.

Marsh rubbed his forehead: "I've heard of it, what's wrong?"

"Have you heard of it? That's easy."

The young man opened the storage box and took out a roll of plastic paper from it: "This is a flyer with our online website address. In six days, we will hold a big rally, and there will be the Type 5 neutralizer you want."

Marsh took the plastic and unrolled it.

There were some photos and text printed on it, and the most eye-catching and central picture was a picture of a young man's back. His previous memories suddenly surfaced, and Marsh recognized him at a glance. This was the man who called himself "Nan Dou"!
"From now on, help everyone you meet in any way you can."

"——I want you to wait, to spread my name and tell me about it."

These words came to Marsh's mind.

The other party had saved his life and donated a large number of repaired items for free. He was not an ungrateful person, and had given some help to the wanderers and travelers he met over the past few days, sharing some supplies and telling them where these supplies came from.

But that's all.

As a result, just over a month later, I heard the name again from someone else hundreds of miles away from Hogarth.

“Can I ask?”

Marsh glanced at the flyer, which mainly emphasized the safety and reliability of the rally, with mutual assistance as the main purpose, and the provision of abundant food, clean water, medicine and weapons and equipment. The location was set in Baige City, which was an abandoned town like Hogarth in his impression.

"What did this 'Nandou' do?"

The young man laughed.

"You haven't seen the miracle of Nandou with your own eyes, so it's hard for me to describe it to you with words alone."

He took out his cell phone and opened it for the other party.

The person shooting this video was obviously too excited, and the camera was shaking violently, but Marsh's attention was completely attracted by the content of the video. In the center of a crowd of people, a young man was walking slowly from a distance.

The once lush shrubs have all withered and decayed, and the only man-made landscape left in the park is bare stone sculptures and graffiti that has been repeatedly painted over.

In the center of the park, the huge artificial lake has obviously shrunk a lot, and the remaining part is like the magic potion soup in the cauldron of the hook-nosed witch in the fairy tale, sticky, fishy, ​​and full of dark green algae.

Then the young man bent down at the edge of the lake.

His hand touched the water surface, and at that moment, an unparalleled exclamation arose from the crowd, and a spark - no, countless sparks appeared out of thin air and crashed into the artificial lake.

The thick green algae suddenly burned up! A large amount of water mist evaporated and rose up with a roar. From a distance, it looked like a magnificent white waterfall pouring back into the sky!
Then, the young man flew up.

He was not riding in a flying vehicle like a helicopter or a shuttle, nor was he using a rocket backpack or an exoskeleton equipped with an anti-gravity engine. He was simply flying on the spot!
The majestic water vapor rushed all the way up to the very sky and merged with the thick lead-gray clouds.

The protracted war has caused the latter to accumulate huge amounts of radioactive dust, heavy metal exhaust gas, sulfides and nitrogen compounds. When these turn into acid rain and fall, in the worst case scenario they can even corrode a living person into bones.

Until now.

It was as if an endless flame spread over the city with the young man at the center. Just now, one person's action of purifying several square kilometers of artificial lake was already a miracle. However, at this moment, in front of the wide-area operation targeting the "city", the previous one became like a game.

The clouds faded from their turbid color and turned into their original pure white color. A huge amount of water vapor condensed and formed a collection of small water droplets and small ice crystals. In the next moment, they melted in front of the irresistible force, and clean water poured down.

It is raining heavily in Baige City today.

"Want to come and see for yourself?"

The video ended here, and the young man looked at Marsh, who was still in shock, with an eager expression.

"For Nandou, I offer my loyalty."

(End of this chapter)