Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 645 Arrival
The first view Song Shi saw of New Alormon Bay was from a bird's-eye view.

The complex of buildings standing on the sea cliff fits most people's imagination of a "coastal city", with azure open-air swimming pools, clean and tidy streets, and filtration systems disguised as street landscapes that run day and night throughout the streets and alleys, creating a fresh world here.

This is also the highest point in New Alomo Bay.

The highest geographical location, the highest average building height.

Under the fence pulled out by the polymer membrane is the dock area that stretches along the coastline. Seventy years have passed since the Seven Lands War ended, and maritime trade has gradually warmed up. It has nurtured these shaky old docks, making their collapse as late as possible.

Further back are shanty towns reminiscent of those in horror movies, clinging to reefs of shipwrecks. Some of them are even floating on the water. These floating communities, made up of rusty containers and sunken ships, have streets made of metal grid panels that keep shaking.

But compared to these, when people first arrive at New Yaromon Bay, they will only look at one place.

"tsk"

Song Shi let out a light sigh.

It was a red, rotten ocean.

Countless piles of garbage have formed continuous mountains that even the never-ending tides cannot shake. They fill every corner of the coastline. The sticky mud of industrial wastewater and fuel oil occupies the bottom, and on top is iron sheets and plastic garbage. Looking up, there is no end in sight.

The wail of the ocean?
No, there was not even a cry, it was completely silent and dead. The environment here had died a long time ago. Or, in other words, this was the "wasteland" of the ocean, with no room for human survival.

But on its corpse, the person still survived.

"President?" Xia Le noticed the young man's mood change.

"No problem. Let's go to the headquarters." Song Shi sat back in the shuttle: "First, let's take care of the 'people'. I'll take care of the 'geographical advantages'."

And so, under the gazes of countless eyes, three heavily armed shuttles from afar, like newborn black crows, descended on the sea cliff in an extremely noisy and domineering manner.

When it was still twenty meters above the ground, the shuttle's door slowly opened.

A black iron stream gushed out with a hissing sound from the airtight valve.

They were armed personnel wearing uniform exoskeletons, looking like steel knights. The Jiuyu Defense logo was clearly visible on each of their chests.

They stepped out of silence and fell straight to the ground. Every time they landed, it was like a tamping machine on a construction site smashing down hard, causing the ground to tremble slightly. And looking down from the sky, this open-air platform seemed to have become a chess game, with iron chess pieces suddenly falling and piercing straight into the ground!

The armed men, as sharp as swords, stood in two rows. The intelligent firearms in their arms were emitting a scarlet color. It was obvious that the safety was released and they were ready to unleash fire at any time.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Song Shi walked out slowly at the end of the guard.

It's really worth spending money.
Among the reception crowd, the same idea emerged in different people's minds.

The "Dark Warrior" series of intelligent control exoskeleton armor is a high-performance exoskeleton designed by the giant enterprise [ChronoPass] specifically for cyborgs. In exchange for its high price, it is said that even in the white model state, a single person can kill a conventional army of twelve people.

For someone who is qualified to use this level of exoskeleton freely, the specifications of the prosthetic body inside will naturally not be low.

Damn, he is worthy of being the Enlightener who robbed the City of Forging Light. He has a good place at hand, and he is much better at making money than a shabby place like theirs.

The leader may not look impressive, but he is able to lead this group of elite soldiers. Obviously, he is also a senior executive of [Jiuyu Defense]. His strength is not bad, and he may even have the strength of the third ring. "Hello, I am the head of the security bureau of New Yaromen Bay."

The person standing at the front of the crowd quickly came forward.

Song Shi looked at the other party.

He had met many local heads of the Security Bureau. Some of them controlled violence and were extremely cruel, some were shrewd in calculations, sinister and cautious, some were like brothers with the company representatives and shared the power in their hands, and some had some idealism in their hearts that would be severely ridiculed if it was spoken out, and they struggled hard, trying to uphold a little justice.

But the person in front of me is completely different from all the above.

This is an elderly man, probably in his early fifties. His skin is the dark color common among people living by the sea, just like a fisherman who has made a living on the sea for thirty years. But what is really eye-catching is the degree of his cyborgization.

As the head of the Security Bureau of the entire New Yaromon Bay, which theoretically manages a population of 300,000, his level of cyborgization is quite low. Apart from a pair of prosthetic eyes, he has no obvious prosthetics - Song Shi can feel that he is not a psychic.

Although the appointment of the director of the Security Bureau is not entirely linked to the use of force, this man's strength is indeed too low. To put it bluntly, a few street boys with guns and metal bats can pose a threat to him.

Before today, the weakest local security chief Song Shi had ever seen could easily twist the heads of a few street boys off and kick them like balls.

"I have received an order from the General Administration. Next, I will fully assist you in carrying out humanitarian assistance and restoring order in the New Yaromon Bay area."

The old man seemed to guess what the other person was thinking, so he rolled up his sleeves and raised his hand.

A dark and rough hand, with a centipede-shaped scar starting from the wrist and extending all the way to the elbow, alternating between blue and black.

"I'm a local. I've been carrying a genetic disease since birth. I'm highly repellent to prosthetics. If I force them to be implanted, I could lose my life." He smiled bitterly. "Besides, we just need a security bureau here, so the higher-ups set one up. No one cares about us at all. The guns in the bureau are all old-fashioned ones from more than a decade ago."

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I was able to become the director purely because I'm a local and have been in New Alormon Bay for a long time. People know me and give me some respect. Others call me Old Madi, you can just call me Madi."

"Is that so?"

Song Shi nodded and the two shook hands.

"We, Jiuyu Defense, are a security contractor with a strong sense of morality and responsibility. According to statistics from previous years, the crime rate in the New Yalomon Bay area has always been high, and the people have suffered. So this time we will work with you to carry out humanitarian assistance and restore order."

There was a flash of lights on the side.

After the PR department’s initial hype, many news agencies and self-media have now rushed to the news, but their traffic and status are uneven - "humanitarian aid", "restoration of order"? It sounds like news of a certain violent death.

Come on, it's a different era now, who wants to watch this kind of thing?

If the four words "Jiuyu Defense" had not had some traffic, and if they had not received money from the other party, they would not have come to the New Yaromon Bay, which is generally recognized as a no-man's land.

"Yes, yes. Please follow me."

Old Madi obediently complied and walked in front to lead the way.

"Let me give you a brief introduction to the situation in New Alomo Bay."

(End of this chapter)