Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 97 [Black Skull]

"Kland, you took advantage of the 'Old Industrial Zone Explosion' thirteen years ago to merge a large number of bankrupt companies and equipment, and that's how you really started your career."

"You package yourself as a humane entrepreneur in interviews and public opinion time and again."

"They were forced to agree to the demolition compensation contract you handed over at the right time, and you took over the area at a price far below the market price."

"You wantonly trample on the dignity and even lives of others, and regard everything as capital and steps for your own advancement."

"……In summary."

"This is your final verdict - death penalty."

When he saw on the screen that the man, whom he had only seen from afar at the cocktail party and whom he was not even qualified to talk to, had his hands hanging down and collapsed completely in the chair, the middle-aged man could no longer bear it and suddenly grabbed the wine bottle on the table and smashed it!
With a bang, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the display screen. The screen in the live broadcast room flickered twice and disappeared with a snap.

"These bastards are so arrogant! The Security Bureau is also a bunch of rubbish! Salary thieves!"

The middle-aged man gasped, unable to tell whether he was panicked or angry. He trembled and growled, "This is so cruel! This is outrageous!"

Recalling the sentence in the live broadcast room just now, "Kland, you really started your career with the 'big explosion in the old industrial area'", the middle-aged man took a deep breath, then picked up another cup and poured it into his mouth.

After detecting that the user's emotions were fluctuating drastically, a miniature life-support drone slightly larger than a coin rose up and approached, but before it could open its mouth, it was impatiently pulled back by the latter.

The cold wine poured into his throat, finally calming the middle-aged man's mood a little. He let out a long "Ha!" and was about to pour another glass, but found that the bottle was empty.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man muttered irritably and was about to call the housekeeping robot downstairs to send up a box when a wine bottle suddenly appeared from the corner of his eye and was handed over.

"The smart service program has been updated? So fast."

The middle-aged man subconsciously took the bottle, but immediately, looking at the five dark and cold metal fingers holding the other end of the bottle, he was instantly startled.

——This is not the mechanical arm of my housekeeping robot at all!
But the subconscious cry had not yet come out.

The hand holding the wine bottle loosened, and instead grabbed the middle-aged man's face and pushed him down onto the sofa!

Even though he had restrained himself, the terrifying force still cracked the surface of the sofa and made a hole - in the center of the hole, the man's head was already covered in blood.

When the five fingers slowly loosened, in great fear, the middle-aged man tried his best to open his blood-stained artificial eye and finally saw the appearance of the person who attacked him.

This is a sturdy man who is over 1.8 meters tall. He is wearing a cold, close-fitting tactical suit under the wide hood of his jumper. Both of his arms are black prosthetic limbs, which have obviously been equipped with many enhancement modules, making the prosthetic limbs look huge and ferocious.

But what really caught people's attention was his face.

A dark mask with a pale skull pattern completely covered the opponent's face. With the same dark hood, he looked like a ghost from hell.

"Meredith Frank."

"You are a complete scumbag."

"You withheld your workers' wages and pensions, and squeezed people's blood and sweat, just to allow you to go to various drinking parties all day, bribe officials, collude with others, prove yourself, and step into the so-called 'upper class'."

"But you failed."

"Thirteen years ago, you tricked your sister into the bed of the director of the Planning Department. Facing those perverted sadomasochistic sexual games, the poor girl died on the third night. And you also knew in advance that the old industrial area was about to have an 'accidental explosion'."

"With this information, you took out loans in advance and counted your assets, seizing the opportunity to acquire several factories. From a mid-level manager of a small factory, you became a rising 'business star'."

"It's a pity that people soon discovered the truth, just like now - you are just a clown who sells out your relatives for wealth, a fool with only maggots in your brain, a complete loser. Everything about you is fake. How can people look down on such a waste like you?"

"The myth of the 'rising star in business' has burst like a bubble, and the 'upper class' you've always dreamed of will just treat you as a joke."

"After all, you are so stupid and unaware that you blindly interfered with the company's operations. Several business failures have already made the company's capital chain shaky."

Puff. The sturdy man picked up the bottle again and opened the cap with his thumb and index finger.

"How do you know——"

"Shut up."

The sturdy man stepped on the middle-aged man's abdomen, and while the latter's face was instantly distorted, he injected a syringe into the wine bottle.

Then, he fell towards the middle-aged man's face.

The brown liquid splashed down and the middle-aged man's body stiffened for a moment.

Then, like a loach suddenly falling into boiling oil, the whole person began to twist desperately. At the same time, a creepy wailing sound suddenly resounded through the room.

But the next moment, his five fingers pressed down again, tightly pinching the other person's face, breaking all the sounds bit by bit and stuffing them back again.

"Didn't I tell you to shut your mouth?"

The strong man scolded.

"As the owner of a chemical refinery, you should understand what this is."

"A simple corrosive liquid, plus a little bit of chemicals that amplify the body's senses and stimulate the nervous system to its peak - they won't corrode your bones, but will only burn through your skin bit by bit. Frank, you will feel a pool of sticky liquid slowly sliding across your cheek, and then -"

But the next moment, the sturdy man paused for a few seconds, looked at the empty space beside him, as if he was talking to someone, and said impatiently: "I know."

His five fingers suddenly exerted force, and the middle-aged man didn't even whimper, his head shattered like a watermelon! Large pieces of blood splashed, coating the surroundings with a layer of crimson.

In the hole in the sofa that had become wet due to being soaked in blood plasma, from the large pool of rotten flesh and blood, the sturdy man slowly withdrew his right hand. In the center of his palm were two black prosthetic eyes that were still flashing and performing functions. The next moment, he clenched his five fingers and crushed the two prosthetic eyes into pieces.

The bathroom light flickered on and off.

By the time the foamy blood water overflowed from the bathtub and slowly flowed onto the floor outside the bathroom, the three-story villa was already empty.

Night is hanging high.

"—Now, what should I call you?"

At the deserted dock filled with the smell of the sea, a sturdy man leaned on the rusty railing. As if it might collapse, he lit a cigarette and took out a communicator from his arms.

"A strange conscientious intelligence dealer, or 'Pearl Bird'?"

On the other end of the line, someone paused for a moment and asked calmly, "Does this matter?"

"Too."

The sturdy man nodded and exhaled a puff of turbid smoke.

"Well, I hope you'll still be alive when we meet next time, 'Pearl Bird'."

"Well, see you next time, 'Black Skull'."

So the sturdy man hung up the call, opened the side cover, pulled out the disposable calling card, broke it, and threw it into the sea water below, which was floating with sticky oil and plastic garbage.

He stared at the water.

After a long time, the sturdy man extinguished the last smoke of his cigarette. As the faint flame fell into the sea, he turned and left, completely disappearing in the darkness of the alley in the distance.

(End of this chapter)