Chapter 433 Anthony Sali
After a brief silence, someone screamed first.
As a result, the peak of the tide suddenly collapsed, and the originally roaring crowd became even louder. Everyone scrambled to try to run out, and a bunch of people crowded at the door, making it appear chaotic.
"It doesn't work. If it were a corporate alliance, a bunch of people would start a live broadcast and come up to try to interview me." Song Shi shook his head regretfully and sighed: "Lapis Lazuli."
Then the abundant gravity rose, and with an irresistible attitude, everyone in the venue, as well as the security guards who were rushing here with guns and guns after receiving the alarm, were lifted up and placed on the street outside the nightclub.
Clear the place instantly.
No one was injured.
Except Fitch and his friends.
"You are, a psyker!"
The downed brain finally became active again. Fitch opened his eyes wide at first, then calmed down and tried his best to make his tone listen. Go up and ease.
"My friend, your psychic ability is very beautiful, but accidentally damaging public property and intentionally hurting people are different in nature."
But Song Shi didn't look at him.
"In case you say that I do whatever I want and change my mind at the last minute, I will tell you now."
Song Shi clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the open sky, and said slowly: "Ten Minutes, this is the longest time limit in my heart for your uncle, uncle, and brother to be in front of me."
The other party looked like he was completely ignoring him, which made Fiqi secretly angry. But at this moment, After listening to the other party's words, the anger disappeared.
In other words, Fitch almost laughed out of anger: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
After a while, the shock of seeing the ceiling burned through became more and more distant, and he gradually felt something in his heart. Emboldened.
“Without the support of the prosthetic body, a pure psychic attack has such destructive power. Your psychic power has reached the second level, and the path is the ‘Great Source’, right?”
The calm expression that was originally somewhat forced was gradually becoming more real. Fitch spoke this question in an absolutely declarative tone.
In his spare time, he even took a sip of wine.
"It's not easy. It's really not easy for a psyker to reach this point." Fitch put down his wine glass and clapped his hands: "I admit that your power should not be underestimated. I want to win over someone as extraordinary as you in the city." The price to pay for a single soldier is really not small."
"So how about we talk?" Fiqi smiled confidently: "Don't get me wrong, this is not a request for mercy, and it is certainly not a threat. It's just that you have the qualifications, my friend."
"Trust me, 'Lorati,' my last name can get you a great contract."
Fitch. He didn't say how to solve tonight's chaos, nor did he say that I already knew your purpose.
He just held up the side of his face with one hand, and his smile became brighter: "You just mentioned that you want to meet my grandpa? Yes, with a powerful character like you joining, my grandpa will never be stingy. See you.”
He stood up, pushed an untouched glass of wine over, then picked up another glass and raised it.
“Of course, we have to change places to chat first.”
Song Shi did not pick up the glass of wine.
Of course I didn’t look at him.
Fitch maintained the posture of holding the wine for several breaths.
His smile gradually froze, and then it became colder like frozen ice water.
Fitch didn't think his life was in danger, he was just unhappy with the other party's attitude, extremely unhappy. Even if you are a second-level psyker.
——The Lorati family has a third ring [Transcendence]!
And when I think about it, even if the other party holds this attitude, as long as he accepts the employment of the family later, there is a high probability that he will ignore the other party's rudeness because of the word "sensible".
He became even more unhappy. Those friends who were just bragging and having fun huddled on the sofa, their eyes darting back and forth, not daring to speak out.
Fitch took a deep breath.
"Friend——"
The roar coming from the distance easily overwhelmed everything.
Almost in the blink of an eye, a huge blocky shadow came over, covering the exposed ceiling.
And the next moment, huge white lampposts pierced the haze from the armed helicopter, illuminating every inch of the nightclub.
The strong wind pressure seemed to lift the entire night venue, and a local storm suddenly blew up. Fitch's proud golden hair danced wildly in the wind, and the dazzling searchlight pole shone brightly. A look of joy appeared on his pale face.
Because there is a black sword mark on a white background on the side of the helicopter, which is the logo of the Security Bureau.
Without throwing down the rope ladder, eight heavily armed SWAT policemen, like modern steel knights, descended from the sky. The ground exploded with an endless bang, leaving eight pits.
After a large number of prosthetics were implanted, these just looked like "burly" special police officers. The body hidden under the dark combat uniform actually weighed close to half a ton.
Under Fiqi's gaze, which had not yet had time to change, they tightened their rifles with the safety on and stood on both sides of Song Shi without saying a word, like a human-shaped barrier. Their faces buried deep under the tactical eyepieces made people feel... Not a trace of emotion can be seen.
Fiqi was a little surprised, but soon, the shock turned into coldness.
The crowd of the nightclub was already in a mess, and suddenly there was the sound of rapid and even panicked footsteps, as if a bunch of people were trying to squeeze in. Fitch saw a familiar face in a few breaths. .
That was his uncle's uncle's brother.
The Lollati family, the current head of the family, Bertram Lollati.
That face that used to be calm and calm in the past and was said to have the charm of "times accumulated" and that is old and not decadent. At this moment, anyone can detect the shock and panic in the other person's eyes.
No, Bertram is not alone.
Fiqi felt as if he had stepped on cotton under his feet, and he felt inexplicably light. The customized high-end prosthetic eye purchased from Haita Trading clearly reflected the scene ahead.
On the right side of my grandfather, there is a slightly younger man, probably in his early fifties.
The Moore family, the current head of the family, Candy Moore.
On the left are the deputy director of the Panyan City Security Bureau, the Panyan City manager, and the director of the Panyan City Finance Department
These people in charge of Panyan City - some of them are even temporarily out of his reach! In the final analysis, he is still just a descendant of the Lorati family - and now, these people are gathered in this small nightclub.
Fitch felt a sharp chill on his back, as if a frozen snow ghost was caressing him. He tried to turn his neck, but in the creaking illusion, his neck bones were frozen to death in place.
The crowd tried to move forward and say something, but the howling wind shattered all sounds.
A figure stepped out from the cabin of the armed helicopter and landed tens of meters in the air without protection.
But compared to the previous big noise from the special police, when he landed on the ground, there was no vibration, and the floor remained smooth.
It was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. His black suit was meticulously combed, just like his cold expression.
He stood up solemnly from the position of landing on one knee, and started to rotate like a mechanical clock.
"Former Ministry of Justice, subordinate Smaran Office, Assistant to the Director."
"Anthony Sali, reporting to you."
The man walked up to Song Shi step by step and saluted slightly.
"Inspection of the border, Your Excellency Song Chi."
(End of this chapter)