"Don't try me in this way again..."

Chen Ke held Pihom's hand, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed. The other three buddies on the side also put their spears on their shoulders. These three people left a deep impression on Chen Ke.

The first thing he noticed was the white man holding the scanner. He was very strong, wearing a gray suit, with a shaved head and a stubble on his chin. He was a head taller than Chen Ke. There was also a sling hanging on his shoulder.

Grenade launcher ak74.

The laser that scanned me just now should have been emitted by the instrument in this guy's hand.

Standing next to the white man was a man with red scars on almost half of his face. He felt a little sick. He was about the same height as himself, wearing a brown suit and carrying a gray Saiga-12 shotgun on his shoulder. His eyes were like an eagle.

"Gentlemen, let's get acquainted with each other." Pihom smiled, putting one hand on Chen Ke's shoulder and calling the two companions over with the other.

"Yes, yes, this young man is very talented, I like him like this." The man with the injury on his face nodded.

"This is Hall." Pihom introduced.

"If Pihom believes in you, then I can believe in you, little brother." The strong white man holding the scanner echoed. His accent was very interesting, with three syllables in one sentence.

"This is Priskin, you should recognize his accent. He is from the former Surro and is an engineer on the team." Pihom smiled.

Do you need to bring an engineer with you for robbery? Chen Ke was a little confused, but considering that this organization was not robbing ordinary things, it is normal for the operation methods to be a little different, right?

"So, what should we call you?" Priskin asked.

"You can call me Chen Ke."

"Very good, I will remember this name. Pihom said you are very good at dealing with monsters, although none of us have seen it..." Hall walked around the table and had reservations about Chen Ke.

"Can I ask a question first?" Chen Ke crossed his chest and looked at the three people in front of him.

From the moment he entered the door, he didn't feel any other people. Counting himself, there were only four people in this underground safe house. This made him a little concerned.

"Newcomers always have a lot of questions, ask them." Pihom smiled.

"Are all the people in this room the postman?" Chen Ke raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully.

As if they had already seen through Chen Ke's doubts, Priskin and Hall showed a teasing smile on their faces. Pihom curled his lips, took out his wallet, took out two 5-yuan notes and handed them to the man.

The two of them, it seemed, they had made some kind of bet before.

"It's normal for you to have this doubt. Maybe there aren't many people in this small safe house, but that doesn't mean we are weak. Gathering everyone together is not our style," Pihom explained.

road.

Priskin and Hall went off to do other things, while Pihom took Chen Ke for a brief tour of the safe house.

This house has five rooms and a hall, two of which are filled with violently modified weapons that have never been seen in a gun shop.

A bullpup rifle is very eye-catching. Not only is it equipped with a grenade launcher, but the Picatinny rail is also filled with laser auxiliary sights and flashlights, and an acog 4x scope is hung above it.

However, even if it was changed like this, Chen Ke could still tell from the gun's unique wooden front visor and iron-gray body that this gun was actually an AK47...

"This is the gun that Priskin modified for himself. He called it Baba Yaga. Priskin is the best engineering expert and gunsmith here. He has unique insights on modifying guns. He has been working on it before.

Studying how to modify a revolving shotgun that shoots buckshot..." Pihom spread his hands.

Chen Ke couldn't help but wonder. In any world, Maozi is a strange creature. Only Maozi who drank shampoo would study how to change a shotgun into a machine gun...

There are other explosive weapons in the room. Not only have they been modified in various ways, but they also have various sultry coatings. If you are a person who likes guns, this place is simply a paradise.

There was a small piece of paper attached under each gun, with the name of the gun owner on it. Chen Ke glanced at it, Jimmy, Chains, Sydney... It seemed that there were not many members of the postman, but none of them were in the safe house.

"...This room contains our most important thing, the drilling rig." Pihom's voice came from next door, and Chen Ke quickly followed.

In this room, he saw a variety of drilling rigs. Regardless of size, these drilling rigs were equipped with a square black iron frame, which seemed to be able to be fixed on different vertical surfaces according to needs. A large drilling rig and a diesel generator

Generally large, and there are a bunch of smaller ones, about half the size of a computer case.

"What are these used for?" Chen Ke asked, pointing to the small drilling rig.

"It is used to open some door locks that cannot be cracked or picked open." Pihom replied.

"Isn't it enough to use C4 or a shotgun? Why bother?" Chen Ke wondered. An ordinary door lock pistol can be destroyed. A slightly larger lock can also be dealt with with a shotgun firing single-head bullets.

Why bother getting on a drilling rig?

"The lock doesn't have to be just on the door, and sometimes we don't want the person who locks it to know that someone else is trying to open it. Soon you will know how we use it." Pihom said.

smiled.

The two continued to move forward to the next room, where they saw dozens of ice hockey masks of different styles hanging on three walls. Not only were these masks colorfully painted, some of them were like works of art. Chen Ke stared at a chicken.

I have been looking at the headgear for a long time.

"Each postman has his own mask, and when our designer comes back, she will help you design a unique mask," Pihom said.

"It's better than wearing a black hood." Chen Ke commented. I didn't expect the postman to be so artistic when he was robbing someone.

Further ahead is the lounge and plan customization room. Hall and Priskin are discussing something in front of a white tactical board. There is an architectural blueprint posted on the white board, with various marks and arrows drawn with pens next to it.

Pihom and Chen Ke stopped in front of the door and did not go in to disturb them. Chen Ke remembered the instrument that Priskin had used to scan him just now, so he mentioned it to Pihom.

"Simply speaking, that thing is similar to a handheld X-ray machine, but its function is not to scan your body, but to see if there is psychic energy in your body." Pihom explained.

Psychic energy is colorless and odorless in the air, but it does have mass and is a gas that can be detected. In ancient times, this substance was called "ether".

This colorless and odorless gas will appear in the form of a bright blue glowing liquid after being extracted and liquefied by the Administration's technology.

There is no element on the periodic table of elements known to mankind that can synthesize psychic energy. It is the 64th element discovered by mankind, and it cannot produce chemical reactions with any other elements.

Before it is liquefied and injected into the spinal canal inside the human spine, and fused with the spinal cord, psychic energy cannot have any positive impact on humans. Note, it is a positive impact.

Only by fusing the liquefied psychic energy with the human spinal cord can humans be able to control sacred objects. When the psyker dies, the liquefied psychic energy will evaporate out of thin air. At present, there is no conclusion on the principle of this phenomenon.

The working principle of the handheld scanner in Priskin's hands is to scan the human spine to determine whether there are blue luminous objects in the spine, and to determine whether the scanned object has psychic powers.

Of course, the Administration must have a more advanced and simple and direct way.

"So, are all the postmen normal people? None of them have psychic powers? Since we are going to rob sacred objects, why don't we think of ways to make ourselves more powerful?" Chen Ke asked.

"The reason is very simple. If we are all normal people, then the only people who will deal with us are the police. But if we are illegal psychics, then the people who deal with us will be the Administration. If you kill an investigator, you may think that they are not powerful.

Yes. But I promise you, as long as you see psykers fighting, even once, you will not want to provoke them. Don't do anything to the police, civilians and people in the administration. This is the bottom line. Don't do it as a last resort.

, and it is best not to take action against the investigators of the psychic enterprise." Pihom replied with a serious expression.

Not attacking police officers or civilians means that the postman is still an organization with a bottom line, although the biggest reason is that it is difficult to deal with the aftermath if these two types of people are touched.

As for the concerns about psykers and investigators, in addition to the pressure from the administration, it may be more of a fear of psykers' abilities.

Being able to make the leader of an organization that specializes in robbing psychic companies be so fearful, coupled with the deeds of "Superman" in ending World War II, made Chen Ke more and more curious about the strength of psychics.

Can he be considered a psyker now? His ability to use holy objects comes from his lifespan rather than his psychic powers. What is the principle behind this?

Chen Ke made a random analysis again. Perhaps, a set of holy objects that can exert combined special effects on each other, coupled with extraordinary skills, is the complete expression of the psyker's combat power?

If that's the case, he must find a way to acquire extraordinary skills as soon as possible! Only in this way can he have the strength to fight against the extraordinary killers of the Si Consortium.

And when you have no clue about extraordinary skills, getting a bunch of useful holy objects to arm yourself is what you must do. And is there any way to achieve this faster than robbing other people's holy objects?

One purpose!

"Well, Pihom, let's talk about business... When will the next vote be taken?" Chen Ke said with a smile.

"It's coming, it's coming... I just have a big deal on hand, and the target is the Si Group." Pihom said while lighting a cigarette.

Chen Ke lowered his head and pretended to wipe his nose to hide his evil and excited smile.

He was worried that there was nothing he could do to find out the details of the Si Group, so the Postman Organization came to his doorstep with a great opportunity, and he could also collect holy objects along the way, killing two birds with one stone.

At this moment, Hall suddenly ran out of the room, holding a device with a screen similar to a handheld radio in his hand. His expression was serious, as if he had some bad news.

"What's wrong Hall? This doesn't look like you." Pihom asked in surprise.

"Old Pi, this is a distress signal. Heinard's team seems to be in trouble." Hall said in a deep voice.

Pihom frowned, quickly stepped forward to take the handheld radio, and examined it carefully.

"You and I know Heinard very well. The vote last night was as easy for his people as going out for a meal..." Pihom muttered while watching.

"The signal coordinates are moving. They are in a car and are passing through Lower Town and heading uptown." Priskin also walked out at this time.

"Rescue the people first, and then we'll see what's going on." Pihom said.

The three of them turned to look at Chen Ke.
Chapter completed!