Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 651: Infiltrating the Psychic Entity and Opening the Door [4K]

Dusk.

If you keep your eyes fixed on the sky and ignore the lingering industrial dust, you can barely see some sea view with the help of the sunset.

The sunset gradually sank below the horizon.

Darkness slowly flooded the earth along with the tide.

In an abandoned bridge tunnel, someone opened his eyes.

The cloak that covered the whole body was opened.

He cancelled the suction function of his tactical boots, flipped in mid-air, and landed lightly on the ground. The experience of hanging upside down under the bridge for four hours did not seem to have any effect on his physiological state.

He slowly squeezed out the last bit of air from his lungs and took another steady breath, repeating this three times.

Then the young man walked out of the bridge tunnel.

There are countless such bridge arches in the bay city, but most people in New Yaromon Bay would rather sleep on the wet streets than live here.

After chewing countless amounts of industrial waste, these mutant crabs and lobsters have grown to the size of calves. Their claws can cut open a car! Their sense of smell for living things is sharper than that of a dog. Every month, some unlucky creatures are dragged into their nests and chewed into bone residue.

After walking a few steps, I heard a rustling sound in the weeds that were so dark green that they were almost black.

The young man did not stop walking, but just moved his thumb and middle finger slightly. After half a breath, the sounds around him suddenly disappeared.

If someone curiously pushed aside the grass at this moment, they would be surprised to find that seven or eight deformed crabs, whose shells could withstand small-caliber pistols, all had tiny wounds on their bodies, and their nervous systems were precisely crushed along the wounds.

Three hiltless short blades flew back into the young man's hands, and were hidden with a flip of his wrist.

Without stopping, he plunged into the shantytown under the cover of night, like a flowing shadow, quickly shuttling between the cracks of shanties of all sizes. At one point, he stopped and climbed into a yard.

Several people were standing there, talking about something. Next to them, there was a very dilapidated jeep parked, with the trunk half-open, and a large bag could be vaguely seen inside.

"Less." One of them licked his lips.

"Hmm?" The two people opposite him frowned and looked unfriendly: "What do you mean?"

The man showed no fear at all, instead he smiled playfully: "Please, my brother, we are in a joint strike recently, the situation is very tense, I am taking a big risk to help you recruit people."

"Two thousand five hundred dollars."

"Wow, the protection fees I pay to the Rust Alliance and Maruyan Corporation every month are more than this amount of money."

The two looked at each other, and as if they didn't want to cause any trouble, they said in a hard tone: "Three thousand yuan, no more."

"Well, I'll just take the loss, that's all." He grumbled with a smile: "This is a carefully selected good product, the organ is still usable, there is no background, no trouble at all"

The words stopped abruptly.

There was still a smile on his face, but his hands only had time to cover his throat. He staggered a few steps and fell down.

"what!"

"Who?!"

The next moment, a silhouette suddenly jumped out of the darkness, and the flying short blades cut the Achilles tendons of the two men, spun in the air, and flew back into the hands - less than a second had passed since the young man jumped out.

In severe pain, the two men immediately fell to their knees, but one of them endured the pain and reached for his waist.

Then, the tendons in that hand were also severed.

——But a ball of scarlet light suddenly emerged from the broken edge!

The hand, which should have been powerless, forced itself to regain strength, allowing the man to successfully touch the pistol!
boom--

——Qiang!

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands almost trembled. His own bullet was cut at this distance?!

The next moment, the muzzle of the gun was grabbed by a hand and broken off.

The young man let go of his hands, knocked down the two men, stepped on one of them, and pointed the short blade in his hand at the other.

"This again."

His gaze lingered on the man's wound, the red light on which had already dissipated.

He whispered: "Great Red King, you are the Red Bloods."

Upon hearing this word, the man who was still in shock a second ago suddenly showed a frenzy on his face. He struggled desperately, and his limp hands kept rising up, trying to grab the young man's ankles: "You are, the blasphemer!"

The young man remained silent, but the scarlet mark on his chest left by the experience in the basement a week ago began to ache slightly.

He took his foot away, walked to the jeep, opened the trunk door, and cut open the bag with a knife. Inside was an unconscious woman in her early twenties. Judging from the relaxed state of her muscles, she must have been given anesthetics.

The young man reached into his bosom, took out a needle, and gave the other person an injection. After a few breaths, the other person opened his eyes in pain and said vaguely: "Hmm"

The young man hit the other man on the face.

"You've been trafficked. Stay here and don't run around. Wait until dawn before going home." He handed over a pistol and said, "Protect yourself."

Without leaving room for conversation, he turned back to the two men on the ground.

"Human trafficking. You are doing this for the purpose of holding a ceremony."

said the young man.

"Take me to the scene."

The man was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly fell silent and shouted, "Praise the Great Red—!"

The short blade pierced his skull.

Another person who witnessed this scene was not afraid at all and also shouted: "Awesome!"

One hand pressed the man's mouth, silencing all sounds. The customized advanced prosthesis brought a unique strength of steel. Then, the young man took out a needle from his arms with his other hand and inserted it neatly into the man's vein.

He carries several types of truth serum. This one is produced by the Council of Knowledge.

Two minutes later.

The young man stood up again, and the man under him was dead.

Then, as the woman not far away watched in horror, the man took out something that looked like a mask and put it on his face. At the same time, with the sound of bones snapping, the man's body grew four centimeters taller, and his posture adjusted and changed little by little, like a puppet pulled by countless threads, moving quickly towards
The man lying on the ground came closer.

When the young man turned around again, the woman fell to the ground with a thud - she had completely turned into the man on the ground!

"This is basic disguise." Seeing this, the young man explained.

Then he repeated his instructions and told the woman not to run around.

Immediately, he stuffed one body into a cloth bag, helped the other body onto the passenger seat, sat in the main driver's seat, and drove the jeep away quickly into the night.

Thirty minutes later.

The jeep stopped outside an abandoned factory.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the front window of the car, but when the muscular man with the gun saw the driver clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief. He put the gun away, didn't say much, and tapped the car window as a greeting.

The young man also said nothing. He got out of the car, and the passenger in the front passenger seat followed suit. The young man carried the big bag with one hand, while the passenger fell half a step behind, with most of his body blocked by the young man.

If one looks closely, one can see that nanowires, as thin as dust, are entwined around the man, pulling him to perform various "alive" movements. At the other end of the nanowires are the young man's feet and hands.

However, this operation was obviously not easy for the young man. Seeing that no one was checking him along the way, the young man quickly found a secluded corner, pulled out the nanowires, and threw the bag and the body in.

"call"

Take a deep breath.

Steady breath.

Psychic energy runs smoothly.

The prosthesis passed self-inspection.

Equipment debugging is correct——

"——Praise the Great Red King!"

The scarlet halo now filled the deepest part of the factory.

The dreamlike scene seemed to take people out of reality at any time. Rusty red flowers quietly grew on the rusted fence. They opened and closed softly, releasing bursts of dust.

The ground was covered with extremely complex patterns, forming a circular magic circle that appeared in horror fantasy movies. Just staring at it for a moment, it felt like the soul was being sucked in.

But there were already many people standing next to the magic circle.

Someone raised a huge and crude mechanical arm. His exposed back and chest were covered with mottled scars eroded by the sea water. Every dock worker in New Yaromon Bay would inevitably bear this mark.

The woman was kneeling, holding the baby. The red light reflected a face full of hope and enthusiasm.

Some people trembled and took big gulps of the air that was filled with red dust and a delicate taste, as if this could fill the gap in their bodies left by selling their kidneys.

After the initial shouting, the place fell silent again.

People stared at the scene closely, and saw an old man kneeling there, his robe made of pieces of rags dragging on the ground. In front of him, a young man was lying, sobbing intermittently.

"Don't be afraid, child."

The old man raised his hand, and slowly stroked the boy's throat with his fingers as rough as rock. Then, a touch even rougher than rock came from his fingertips.

Where the throat once was was now replaced by a conical, serrated-edged hard shell. A sticky liquid that was unclear whether it was sea water or blood dripped through the cracks in the shell, leaving unsmelly spots on the ground.

The environment of New Yalomon Bay has long been unsuitable for human survival, and almost all purification stations are firmly controlled by the three major forces. Implants are too expensive, so implanting mutant barnacles into the throat to assist in filtering air and water has become the choice of many people.

However, these mutated barnacles reproduce too efficiently. If you are not careful, they will block the trachea and even affect the nervous system.

"Great Red King, our only common savior, Allah—"

The old man bit his fingertip and let the abnormally red blood flow down, submerging the scalpel he was holding.

While he was talking, he cut, picked out and dissected the barnacles bit by bit, which were stimulated and subconsciously curled up and tightened. This should have been extremely painful, but under the red light, the boy seemed to be unaware of it and instead slowly smiled.

Eventually, all the excess barnacle growth is removed.

The boy, apart from looking a little pale, had no other injuries and didn't even bleed much.

Finally, someone in the crowd couldn't hold back and shouted, "Praise the great Red King!"

The next moment, the others followed suit and shouted, "Praise the Great Red King!"

boom--

Suddenly, there was a reverberating sound like that of a bronze tablet being struck.

It was a low and solemn echo, yet it inexplicably brought a sense of unease.

Bag after bag was carried out and opened one by one. Each bag contained an unconscious person, seven people in total.

At the same time, except for the old man, everyone present, regardless of gender, age, status or occupation, knelt down.

——A red light that was much denser than before suddenly condensed!

These red lights lingered, outlining the majestic silhouette of a humanoid figure.

"I am the bearer of scarlet and flesh, the destroyer of Morandala, the scatterer of all things, the feared, the toothed sword of red bones, I am—"

This statue, wearing a bone crown, with an ox head and deer hooves, is over three meters tall. The moment it descended, a violent and majestic roar suddenly echoed in the factory.

"——The Great Red King!"

The next moment, it suddenly turned its head, and its sight was like a red torch, piercing into the crowd accurately.

"Blasphemer. Blasphemer! How dare you come here!"

The rest of the people present were all stunned.

At this moment, one, no, two figures suddenly jumped up almost at the same time!

The people who were watched by the "Great Red King" threw out several short blades without hesitation and rushed forward. At a higher place, on the fourth floor, someone removed his optical camouflage and decisively jumped down from the steel beam.

The target is also the “Great Red King”!
Neither side expected that there were other people around, but at this critical moment, both sides ignored everything else and launched the offensive at the same time!
The multiple short blades dragged by the nanowires exploded with a sound more exaggerated than a cannonball! The air was blasted apart!

"—erased forever in the name of the Holy Spirit."

A slender figure leaped down from the sky and announced solemnly.

She crossed her hands, holding a silver-cast pistol etched with holy images and prayers, and spewed lightning downwards.

Literal lightning!

Driven by the second ring [Great Source] and the psychic skill [Purification Lightning], these two single-soldier energy pistols roared like heavy weapons, and the blinding lightning lit up the entire factory for a moment.

In the next breath, with the sound of the heavy sword being unsheathed, the "Great Red King" roared and swung the red bone sword, chopping off the short blade and shattering the lightning!

However, after the attack, the "Great Red King" stopped moving forward and stared at the attacker. To be precise, the attacker with a gun.

"Silent, hidden, cultivation!" it roared. "Silent One!"

Seven short blades were spinning around the young man. After hearing these words, he finally made up his mind.

"You are from the Vampsta Empire."

"Psionic entity."

The woman called "Silent" said nothing, she just raised the gun indifferently.

"How dare you, a mere two second-rings, challenge me, the great Red King!"

The Great Red King grinned fiercely and slammed the ground with his sword. A strong tremor came from the soles of his feet.

It was just that the day-to-day hard training and the implant that strengthened his dynamic balance ability had a combined effect, so the young man was not affected at all. Facing the sight of the Great Red King, he calmly grabbed a handful of injections and inserted them into his neck artery.

Empty syringes were scattered all over the floor.

Then, the young man slowly raised the short blade towards the front.

At this moment, a series of explosions suddenly sounded outside the factory.

Along with this, there was also a loud roar coming from under the loudspeaker.

"——Open the door, Nine Defenses!"

(End of this chapter)