Chapter 14 Psychic Bullet

This is the face of those scrawny things! The two small holes are actually eyes! The cheeks are sunken from extreme weight loss.

Things became clear. Pihom's man first took photos of the group of things coming out of the noodle shop and then sent them to Pihom. The flash attracted the attention of those things. The man was obviously attacked and panicked. He photographed the face of the rapidly approaching monster.

No matter what the reason was, Pihom did not ask anyone from the Psychic Enterprise or Management Bureau to intervene in this matter, nor did the noodle shop owner. Maybe it was because they had their own concerns, which made Chen Ke a little more wary of Pihom.

"The reward is 5,000 joint coins. When you finish handling this matter, I will pay you in cash directly. At the same time, I can see that you are short of weapons and ammunition. As an investment in you, I am willing to provide weapons and ammunition." Pihom said.

5,000 joint coins? so little? Damn it, I help you kill monsters, and that’s what you get for this?

Chen Ke hesitated for a moment. Looking at Pihom's demeanor and posture, he thought he would be very generous and give him a hundred and eighty thousand at least, right?

Of course, Chen Ke still doesn’t know the level of consumption in this world.

To compare with his own experience, RMB 5,000 in 2018 was only his monthly salary.

After deducting the five social insurances, one fund provident fund and the mortgage, I only had about 1,100 yuan left in my hand. I had to cover commuting and food expenses for a whole month. Needless to say, how miserable my life was.

In this world, time is still stuck in 2009. Taxis only charge 7 coupons for 12 kilometers, and Internet cafes only charge 2 coupons for two hours. He just saw a Glock 17 on the shelf, and the price was only 510 coupons.

5,000 joint coins cannot be said to be a large amount of money, but it is still quite a lot. Of course, the benchmark for Lianbi currency should be the U.S. dollar.

Chen Kesi thought about it and felt that the remuneration was actually not low. It was because he had unrealistic expectations for the remuneration of a job like "Demon Hunter".

Besides, Pihom also provided guns and ammunition for free, which was quite generous.

"Do you have the guts to take this job? Make up your mind!" Pihom knocked on the glass counter.

"They're dead." Chen Ke took over the job. With no ammunition and no clues, there was no reason to refuse the conditions offered by Pihom.

And based on the experience of using holy objects to kill dogs last night, Chen Ke believed that he would have a good chance of winning against these monsters.

The two sides reached a consensus. Chen Ke and Pihom shook hands symbolically. Both sides could feel the calluses on the other's palms and knew that they were both experts in using guns. Pihom looked at Chen Ke a little more. approval.

Pihom accompanied Chen Ke around the gun store and asked him to choose the guy who took advantage of him. When Chen Ke's eyes rested on the rows of automatic rifles on the side wall, Pihom shook his head.

"I can see that you know nothing about psychic weapons. I won't ask you how you got that gun, but I have to tell you some common sense first." Pihom said.

He turned around and pulled out a drawer from the container full of bullets. Inside was a full-page box of brown bullets. Looking at the mimeographed logo, it was .357 Magnum bullets.

Pihom took out a box and took out a bullet to explain to Chen Ke in detail.

The bullets of the psychic pistol use special psychic ammunition specially made by the Administration. Neither the gun nor the bullets will flow to the private market. They are exclusively used by the Administration of Psychics and the Psychic Industry Company.

The modified psychic firearm does not have a firing pin. The working principle of the firearm is a device called a "psionic ejector", which can infuse the psychic energy that the investigator injected into the firearm into the bullet, just like shooting a rubber band. The bullet was ejected.

The reason why psychic ammunition can produce huge damage to monsters is that these ammunitions have six types and eighteen attributes. The most common ones are the three elemental types of ammunition, namely freezing, fire and lightning.

Only these three types of bullets can be imitated by civilians through various ingenious tricks. The .357 Magnum bullet in Pihom's hand is a self-made psychic bullet with flame properties.

The white primerless bullets used in Parker's gun are the most expensive and rare discipline attribute punishment bullets! If you are not an investigator or an agent of the Bureau, it is impossible to use it.

Chen Ke sighed secretly when he thought of the white flash that erupted after the bullet was fired, and the power of one bullet to disintegrate the human-faced dog's body.

"Psychic firearms are strictly controlled. Every time a shot is fired, it is equivalent to sending a coordinate signal to the administration and the company it belongs to. There is no solution to this anti-theft mechanism. You haven't used that gun, have you?" Pihom touched it Huzi looked at Chen Ke and asked.

"Do you think I look like an investigator?" Chen Ke asked.

Pihom laughed, patted Chen Ke on the shoulder, and led him to a display cabinet with many revolvers.

He took out a large-caliber revolver with a black body and brown grip from the display case and handed it to Chen Ke, admiring: "Colt Python. Paired with .357 Flame Magnum, it's like all the freaks." It’s a nightmare. I recommend you bring this gun. Its large-caliber bullet braking effect is great, and the accompanying burn will make it impossible for the bastard who is not dead to survive.”

Chen Ke held the gun in his hand. It was heavy but very smooth.

This is a brand new Colt Python revolver. The barrel and cartridge are still coated with gun oil, and there are Picatinny rails above the cartridge and under the barrel, which can be loaded with various tactical pendants.

It can be seen that Pihom loves guns, although Chen Ke believes that the gun shop is just Pihom's side business.

Chen Ke accepted Pihom's suggestion. He loaded at least six boxes of Flame Magnum and inserted the Colt Python into his holster, replacing the Glock 17 he had been carrying.

When Pihom saw Chen Ke's 9mm bullets scattered in his bag, he shook his head repeatedly: "You treat these babies too rudely."

Pihom asked the black bodyguard to take out five brand new Glock 17 quick-draw magazines from the pistol counter and gave them to Chen Ke, and also gave him two boxes of Flame 9mm bullets.

Chen Ke looked at the various automatic rifles and shotguns hanging on the wall, but soon gave up the idea. Although those weapons were more powerful, Chen Ke could not carry them.

After all, this is a modern society with a sound legal system, not a medieval fantasy world where you can swagger through the streets with a big sword and armor. He has also considered a sawed-off shotgun, such as the Super Dwarf. But thinking that he might mainly fight with a pistol in his left hand and a sword in his right hand in the future, there is no doubt that weapons such as automatic pistols and revolvers are more in line with his needs.

Everything was ready, Chen Ke left the gun shop with his bag on his back and headed for the "Haomaiwu" noodle restaurant.

Looking at Chen Ke's departing back, the gun shop owner looked at Pihom in confusion and asked, "Boss, do you trust him too much? What if he just leaves with the gun?"

Pihom smiled and took out a newspaper from under the counter. The headline read "Opportunity City faces big trouble: 429 Avenue office building black box!", and below the title was a line of small words: "1 civilian and 1 investigator have been confirmed dead, psychic firearms are missing, and the Administration is investigating!"

"Do you suspect this guy did it? He dared to kill the investigator?" asked the gun shop owner.

"If he is really so brave, I don't mind pulling him into our small group. You know, we need new blood now." Pihom replied.

"What if it's not him?" A black bodyguard next to him suddenly asked.

Pihom glanced at the black man and was so scared that he quickly lowered his head.

"It's not so coincidental. Opportunity City is not a small place. It's hard to meet someone with a psychic pistol but no idea what bullets to buy on the road. What do you think, Hall?" Pihom commented, looking back at the red door.

A man in a brown suit stood at the door. He was probably in his early 30s, with short dark chestnut hair, a large area of ​​scars on his left face, and a terrifying look in his eyes.

"I don't know. If that guy is not a coward, I will talk to him after solving the problem of the noodle shop." Hall said, "But now, Laopi, let's go back to the previous topic. The people of the S Consortium seemed to have got a lot of good things last night..."

"Don't worry, we will get everything done when they come back..." Pihom lit a cigarette, turned around and walked into the red door with Hall.