Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 91: Raising Your Voice to Show Justice (Part )
[Signal lost, signal lost, signal lost, signal lost, signal lost——]

The composite adhesive and protective shield that suddenly rose up, connecting the ceiling and the ground, almost re-divided a small room in the shuttle. And in the small room, countless overlapping pop-up windows appeared in the field of vision of Cland's artificial eye.

Without exception, [signal lost].

Someone has forcibly blocked the network signal in this area!
As Cland, he already understood it.

He even guessed what had just happened. His "White Egret" shuttle was located more than 200 meters in the sky, which was indeed not high, but it was definitely not low. Considering the sudden shake of the shuttle just now, the other party took the opportunity to land directly from a building!

What courage!

If they fail to catch the shuttle and fall directly to the ground from two hundred meters in the sky, even most cyborgs will be paralyzed on one side of their bodies.

But Cland had no time to care about these.

——Someone hijacked the plane and the target was me.

Is this crazy plan to extort a huge ransom? To express some political demands? To avenge an enemy? Or is it simply that the competitors are desperate and want to jump over the wall after being suppressed these days?
"Ten million!"

Seeing his elite personal security being killed on the spot after just one encounter, Cland said without hesitation: "Ten million credit points! You can choose the payment method! Or you can exchange it for equipment, weapons, resources - no problem! All are acceptable!"

The man spoke quickly: "Don't worry! The Security Bureau will never cause any trouble for you. No, no one else will even know what happened today!"

In response to him, there was a muffled groan from the security guard, followed by a blade that pierced through the protective shield and almost cut Cland's face.

Cland's heart skipped a beat.

"You two! Let's be friends! Let's chat! Let's talk!" He raised his voice even higher: "I am happy to help my friends! What do you want? I can definitely help!"

"Oh? You want to be friends with us?"

Looking at the security personnel who were unable to move because of the protective shield, Song Shi nodded slightly, and the red-gold flames reappeared and poured into the Steel Crow.

After being promoted to the second ring, the effect of the "Forging Flame" is no longer limited to itself, but can also be applied to other objects. Compared with simply adding flames to the Steel Crow in the past, the current Forging Flame can enhance the strength of the Steel Crow to a certain extent, while improving its adaptability to psychic energy.

In the terms of the game, this is what is called "enchantment".

This is also the reason why the prosthetic limb was cut in half with just one strike.

Facing the Steel Crow blessed by the "Flame of Forging", the protective shield in front of him is not a problem at all.

With the penetrating Steel Crow as the center, spider-web-like cracks slowly appeared in the protective shield, and from these inch-by-inch cracks, red-gold flames were cast out - until a certain moment, like a plastic castle melted under high temperature, the entire protective shield collapsed!

"Do your friends include these two people?"

As the protective shield collapsed, the security guard also lost his life and fell to the side with a thud.

Cland's entire body was completely exposed.

From any angle you look at it, this is a handsome man.

A carefully tailored close-fitting suit and designed demeanor gave him a bit of charm unique to a mature man. Even if he appeared directly on the cover of a magazine, it would not be out of place - and the man has indeed been the cover character of seven magazines including "Goering Finance".

Song Shi casually pulled off his cloak.

Even though he had paid special attention to it, the shuttle was so small that his body was inevitably stained with a large amount of blood plasma. The steel crow in his hand was wrapped in red-gold flames, which flickered, making the whole person look even more terrifying.

This tone
Cland's heart moved slightly and he made a decision in an instant.

He raised his head and said in a deep voice, "I won't say that I consider them my friends, that would be too hypocritical, but they died for me, and I will never treat them unfairly. I will be responsible for supporting their relatives, and their descendants will enjoy the support of the Employee Guardian Fund of 'Gran Chemical Co., Ltd.'"

The man said in a sonorous and decisive voice: "I don't know what rumors you have heard, or what misunderstandings you have about me, but this is who I am, Cland Gran!"

"Oh, so touching."

Song Shi nodded.

Then, with Cland's expression changing drastically, he forcibly dragged the latter out from the corner.

"It's just that you shouldn't say these words to me."

Song Shi squatted down, smiled and got close to the man's face. Their eyes met. The latter's right hand subconsciously wanted to reach behind his waist, but retracted in front of the steel crow that suddenly nailed it down.

"I'm not the person in charge this time. How can I make decisions for my employer when I'm paid to do the job?"

He tilted his head and said, "Not ready yet? Now all that's missing is you, the real boss."

“——It’s already been done.”

A voice came from the cockpit.

Harold unplugged the data cable and walked towards the cabin. His face no longer had the usual grin on it. Instead, he looked more serious than ever before.

"Flashstar has taken over the shuttle's flight control and is re-adjusting its route to the Gaoge District. If all goes well, the shuttle will crash into the sea in thirty minutes. We will evacuate in the air in advance using wing suits."

Twinkle star?

Hearing the name, Cland was slightly startled.

Then, for the first time, an expression of uncontrollable fear appeared on his face. "You are the Enlightened Ones?!"

"Yes."

Harold walked closer, slowly squatted down and stared at the man.

Song Shi made a sword flower with Steel Crow, made room for him, stepped aside, picked up a can of drink from the refrigerator nearby, and drank it while leaning against the wall.

"We are anti-corporate insurgents, but also 'extremist terrorist armed groups'. We are advocates of human rights and freedom, but also 'madmen who trample on the law at will'."

Harold recited softly: "We think the world shouldn't be such a jerk. We want to dispel the darkness and bring dawn to the world. We firmly believe that tomorrow, next month, next year, and next decade, light will finally come."

Then he stood up and looked at the well-dressed man below him, and said word by word: "The Enlightened Ones, First Action Team, 'Impact', Harold Crist."

"you."

Beads of sweat began to appear on Cland's forehead, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably - this was both a reflection of his mood at the moment and a natural physiological reaction of his body.

As a well-known entrepreneur in Palose, he does not need to constantly add and replace prosthetics like those office clerks, dock unloaders, and street thugs just to seek a job or simply to save his life.

Therefore, the degree of his cyborgization is not high, with only a 9% transformation rate, which also makes it impossible for him to have precise control over his body.

Not to mention resistance.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it
If I had known that the air was not safe either, I would never have let most of the security team rush to the Garden Restaurant in advance to be responsible for advance warning and deployment!

"Enlightened Ones, you need a friend."

But after years of ups and downs in the business world, Cland finally suppressed his emotions. He carefully considered his words and said seriously, "I have actually paid attention to your demands for a long time. To be honest, I agree with some of them. You also need a stable resource supply channel and need to spread your influence, so can we cooperate?"

Looking at Harold, whose expression remained unchanged after hearing these words, and thinking about the things this well-known terrorist had done in the past, Cland felt even more depressed.

Finally, Cland made a decision and spoke slowly while observing Harold's expression.

".I express my deep regret for what happened a year ago."

At this moment, Harold's expression finally changed slightly.

——There’s hope!
"The Security Bureau dispatched a large number of forces to launch a large-scale armed operation against you, causing heavy losses to the local Enlightened Ones. Of course, we all know that the real leader of all this is 'Emerald Pharmaceuticals'."

A bitter smile appeared on Cland's face. "Many people envy my status. Ha, that's right. I'm a 'well-known entrepreneur' in Palose. I attend various places and shows every day. How glorious is that?"

"But I'm just a puppet of Emerald Pharmaceuticals."

Even ignoring the double guns hanging on Harold's chest, Cland stood up and slowly sat on the leather sofa, whispering: "The so-called 'Cland Gran' is just a doll that they can use as their moods change. Maybe on a whim, they will throw this doll into the trash and replace it with a prettier and more useful one."

"How could a puppet disobey the master's order?" Cland shook his head. "Since the Enlightened One has come to me, you may have heard or even investigated some of my affairs. I have absolutely no intention of making excuses for this."

"But allow me to say a few more words."

"I am willing to make up for all this, even if it means sacrificing my wealth, resources, status and even my life! We can work together! No one is born to kowtow to the company!"

At this point, Cland stood up suddenly, his expression was excited, and he said in a shocking voice: "You two, of course you can kill me here, but this is worthless except for venting your anger! Please give me a chance to make amends! I——"

"enough."

"Stop talking."

It was a tone full of anger, even anger to the point of fatigue.

At some point, a look of deep disappointment appeared on Harold's face.

“Value, value, value…”

"You are always like this. Everything is value, and everything can be measured with chips. Even at this time, the first thing you think of is still 'value'."

"How could you do this?"

"Wait! I--" Cland was shocked and spoke quickly.

But Harold was unwilling and didn't want to listen anymore.

While Cland was struggling desperately, Harold dragged him out like silent steel and tied him tightly to a chair.

The lights in the shuttle went out simultaneously, and the world fell into darkness.

In the next moment, accompanied by a slight "click" sound, the camera set up in front of the chair projected a white halo covering Cland's entire body.

A live broadcast room titled "Judgment" began to emerge quietly on the live broadcast platform "Valhalla".

As the first “?” barrage floated by, someone solemnly declared loudly:

"In the name of justice and humanity, the trial of "Clande Gran"."

“—Start now.”

(End of this chapter)