Psychics don't die from gunfire

[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. In the small room, countless overlapping pop-up windows appeared in the field of vision of Cland's artificial eyes.

Without exception, [Signal lost].

Someone has forcibly blocked the network signal in this area!

As Cland, he has understood it.

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

What a courage!

Once they failed to catch the shuttle, they would fall directly to the ground from the sky of 200 meters, and even most of the artificial people would be paralyzed.

But Cland had no time to care about these.

——Someone hijacked the plane, and the target was himself.

Such a crazy plan, is it to extort a huge ransom? Expressing some kind of political appeal? Revenge of enemies? Or is it simply that the competitors are desperate to jump the wall under the suppression these days?

"Ten million!"

Looking at his elite personal security, who died on the spot after a face-to-face encounter, Clande no longer hesitated and immediately said: "Ten million credit points! You can choose the payment channel! Or change it to equipment, weapons, resources - no problem! All are acceptable!"

The man spoke quickly: "Don't worry! The Security Bureau will never trouble you, no, even others will not know what happened today!"

In response to him, there was a muffled groan from the security guard, and a blade that penetrated the protective shield and almost cut Clande's face.

Clande's heart jumped suddenly.

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

"Oh? You and us? 'Make friends'?"

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

After being promoted to the second ring, the "Forging Flame" is no longer limited to itself, but can also be added to other objects-compared to the past when it simply attached the flame to the Steel Crow, the current Forging Flame can increase the strength of the Steel Crow to a certain extent, while improving its adaptability to psychic energy.

If we use the term in the game, this is the so-called "enchantment".

This is also the reason why the prosthesis can be cut off with one blow just now.

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

With the steel crow as the center, the shield slowly began to crack like spider webs, and from these cracks, red-gold flames were cast out - until a certain moment, like a plastic castle melted under high temperature, the entire shield collapsed!

"Does your friend include these two people?"

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

With Cland's whole body, it was completely exposed.

No matter from which angle, this is a handsome man.

A well-cut close-fitting suit and designed demeanor, which gave him a bit of charm that belonged to mature men, would not be out of place even if he appeared directly on the cover of a magazine - and the man had indeed been the cover character of seven magazines including "Goering Finance".

Song Shi pulled off his cloak casually.

Even though he had paid special attention, the shuttle was so small that he could not avoid being stained with a large piece of blood plasma. The steel crow in his hand was wrapped in red-gold flames, which flickered and made 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 regard them as friends, this is 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 protection fund of "Gran Chemical Co., Ltd.". "

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

"Oh, I'm touched."

Song Shi nodded.

Then, in the face of Cland's drastic change of expression, he forcibly dragged the latter out of the corner.

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

Song Shi squatted down, smiled and approached the man's face, and the two looked at each other. The latter's right hand subconsciously wanted to reach his waist, but retracted in front of the steel crow that was nailed 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 turned his head: "Is it not ready yet? Now all we need is you, the real boss."

"--It's done."

A voice came from the cockpit.

Harold pulled out the data cable and walked towards the cabin. His face was no longer smiling as before, but was replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

"Shining Star has taken over the shuttle's driving and is re-adjusting the route to the Gog District. If everything goes well, the shuttle will fall into the sea in 30 minutes. We will evacuate in the air in advance with wing suits."

Shining Star?

Kland was slightly startled when he heard the name.

Then, for the first time, an uncontrollable fear appeared on his face.

"Are you enlightened?!"

"Yes."

Harold walked over step by step. He slowly knelt down and stared at the man.

Song Shi picked up the steel crow, made room for him, stepped aside, picked up a can of drink from the refrigerator nearby, and leaned against the wall to drink.

"We are anti-corporate insurgents and an 'extreme terrorist armed organization'. We are advocates who firmly believe in human rights and freedom, and we are also 'fanatics who wantonly trample on the law.'"

Harold chanted softly: "We believe that this world should not be such a bastard. We want to dispel the night and bring dawn to the world. We firmly believe that tomorrow, next month, next year, and next decade, the light will end." will come."

Then, he stood up, looked at the handsome man in a suit and tie beneath him, and said word by word: "Paloser Enlightenment, First Action Group, 'Impact', Harold Crist."

"you."

Beads of sweat began to form on Kland's forehead, and his body was uncontrollably shaking slightly - this was not only a reflection of his mood at the moment, but also a natural physiological reaction of the body.

As a well-known entrepreneur in Paloser, he does not need to be like those office workers, unloaders on the docks, street gangsters, etc., who constantly add and replace prosthetics just to find a job or simply save their lives.

Therefore, his degree of prostheticization is not high, with only a 9% transformation rate, which also prevents him from having precise control over his body.

Not to mention resisting.

Damn, damn, damn, damn

If I had known that it was not safe in the air, I would never have asked most of the security team to rush to the Garden Restaurant in advance to be responsible for warning and setting up defenses in advance!

"Illuminated One. You need a friend."

But after years of ups and downs in the business world, Kland finally forced to suppress these 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 guys. We also need a stable resource supply channel and we need to spread our influence, so we can cooperate, right?”

Looking at Harold, whose expression remained unchanged after hearing these words, and then thinking about the past incidents of this well-known terrorist, Klande's heart sank deeper and deeper.

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

".I'm sorry for what happened a year ago."

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

——There is a play!

"The Security Bureau mobilized a large number of forces to launch a large-scale armed operation against you, causing the local enlightened people to suffer heavy losses. Of course, we all understand that the real leader of all this is 'Emerald Pharmaceutical'."

A bitter smile appeared on Klande's face: "Many people envy my status. Ha, yes. I am a 'well-known entrepreneur' in Palowe. I attend various places and programs every day. What a glorious sight it is?"

"But I'm just a Jade Pharmaceutical doll."

Even ignoring the two guns hanging close to Harold's chest, Clande stood up, slowly sat on the leather sofa, and whispered: "The so-called 'Clande Gran' is just a wish." Their mood-changing dolls may be thrown into the trash on an unprovoked whim and replaced with something more beautiful and useful.”

"How can a doll disobey its master's order?" Clande shook his head: "Now that the Enlightened One has found me, you have probably heard about and even investigated some of my things, and I have no intention of making excuses for this. ”

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

"I am willing to make up for all this, even if I give up my wealth, resources, status and even my life! We can cooperate! No one is born to want to kneel down for the company!"

At this point, Kelland stood up suddenly, with an excited expression, and said in a loud voice: "You two, of course you can kill me here, but it is worthless except to vent your anger! Please give me a chance to make amends! I - —”

"enough."

"Stop talking."

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

At some point, a heavy look of 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 -" Clandide's heart was shocked and he spoke quickly.

But Harold no longer wanted to, and he didn't want to hear it anymore.

During Klande's desperate struggle, Harold, like silent steel, dragged the latter out and tied him tightly to a chair.

The lights in the shuttle went out at the same time, and the world fell into darkness.

In the next moment, with a slight "click" sound, the camera set up in front of the chair projected a white halo that enveloped Klande's body.

A live broadcast room titled [Judgment] quietly began to surface on the live broadcast platform "Valhalla".

After the first "?" barrage floated by, someone looked solemn and announced loudly:

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

"--Start now."