Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 862 Going Home, Going Home

In theory, there is an employee protection law for business alliances.

Although its actual use has become a tool for companies to attack and insult each other, and a basis for law firms to expose rival companies' gold coins when they are commissioned.

Even giant corporations are no exception. This is the deeply ingrained order of corporate alliances. From an overall strategic perspective, they naturally suffer no losses, but when it comes to specific branches and subsidiaries, there are always unfortunate days when they are exposed to financial losses.

Among all the giant companies, [Central Hub] is the one with the fewest gold coins exposed.

The answer is simple: their location on the setting moon provides an unparalleled geographical advantage. In a sense, while the [Central Hub] is also deeply involved in the market cycle of corporate alliances, it is also out of place.

Considering the cost-effectiveness, few people dare to cause trouble for the [Central Hub], which has turned the "Lone Sea" into a state within a state, an autonomous region. The Security Bureau, the Scientific Ethics Committee, and other large corporations are all somewhat powerless and find it difficult to take action here.

"Otherwhere, if a few dozen people die, or a cyberbully massacres a street, at least it makes the entertainment news." He rubbed his forehead. "Here, here, even the paparazzi don't come!"

After the sudden commotion on the surface, the "Lonely Sea" was thrown into chaos. These non-celestial laborers were also affected, and in their confusion, some even became restless and prepared to take a gamble.

However, those like the latter were quickly apprehended and shot on the spot as a warning to others. The remaining people were ordered to stop their work, like a flock of sheep being herded back to their underground pen.

After that, no one paid any attention to it.

literal meaning.

No one calls for us to clock in, no one calls for us to go to work, and no one brings us nutritional supplements or painkillers. We are locked up here, left to fend for ourselves, living in fear and anxiety.

It wasn't until dozens of hours later that people finally came out.

—And doesn't even look like a "celestial being"!
Seeing that the other person didn't respond immediately, the man muttered to himself, his expression a mixture of crying and laughing, clearly showing signs of losing control of his emotions, and sobbed, "I want to go home."

Song Shi snapped his fingers.

A warm breeze suddenly swirls up!

It poured into the entire corridor, sweeping over everyone. The "Dharma with Primal Spirit" from the psionic technique [Vermilion Bird Soul] made the hot air seem to have come alive—it rushed past, and a person subconsciously squinted, then suddenly felt a loosening of their neck.

He was startled, then suddenly realized something and looked down.

The collar that had been tightly fastened around his neck for so long, with its positioning and explosive functions, silently turned to ashes.

Every room, every person, has more than one corridor!
In Song Shi's perception, the structure before him was like this, with hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of people, densely packed together, forming a steel honeycomb placed underground, housing tens of millions of people.

In that instant, a warm, gusty wind crashed into the beehive.

"Diffusion, precision." Song Shi patiently carried out the wide-area operation. There was no other way; with so many people involved, he had to be meticulous. "Then...destroy."

Song Shide seriously admitted one point.

Playing this game right after a major battle... tsk, it's really a bit of a struggle.

“This can be solved through purely technical means.” Paddy Morse’s voice rang in my ears, slightly distorted: “An unlock command, issued by ‘Celestial Being’, can resolve the issue perfectly.”

His succinct comment was: "You're putting in a lot of effort for nothing."

"My pleasure."

Song Shidao.

And then it was done.

The scorching wind, capable of extinguishing anything, extinguished all the collars, and melted the locks on every confinement door into molten iron, dripping onto the ground. Even the dampness was swept away.

"The general situation is this: the Celestial Central Hub has gone bankrupt by accident, and the 'Celestial Beings' are probably no longer around, so you don't need to worry about contracts or anything like that. In short, the New Order Federation is sending you home."

"However, for now, I still suggest you stay on Xiyue for a while longer. The ground is much more chaotic than you imagined. You can wait until the fire goes out before going down."

Clang.

A man cautiously pushed open the door and poked his head out. He looked around, first at one foot, then at both feet. He found that the electric shocks from the collar were gone, and the "celestial being" supervisor was no longer scolding him and telling him to get back at lightning speed.

He stood in the middle of the corridor, and gradually, a second person, a third person, a fourth person came out of the room, and the corridor became crowded.

"Can I really go home?" someone asked.

He was patted on the shoulder by the person next to him.

No one is so stupid as to be beyond redemption. The earth-shattering commotion suddenly rose and then gradually disappeared; the "celestial beings" were slow to arrive; and what arrived was a stranger.
"I remember now!" someone suddenly shouted. "You're Song Shi! You're Song Shi!"

"really."

Song Shi raised an eyebrow and smiled with delight.

"Going home is real, and Song Shi is real too."

When Song Shi disappeared, these people were locked up again.

Well, actually it was a process of containment. There were tens of millions of laborers in "Lonely Sea," and if they were all released at once, who knows how much chaos it would cause. So, with Xu Yudu's intervention, they were resettled in batches, receiving treatment, registration, food supplies, and so on.

The resources of the [Central Hub] have been put to great use. They built the "Lone Sea" as a permanent base for a thousand years, storing a huge amount of logistical resources, which can easily withstand the consumption of tens of millions of people.

Paddy Morse and Yvette Gregory were taking stock of the legacy of the Zenith, with the former expressing approval of Chakro's actions—if the Celestials had been allowed to be wiped out in this wave, receiving these legacies would have incurred much higher costs.

Achieve a lot.

It should be said that it is very large.

Although the Deep Space Fleet has vanished without a trace, the Sunset Moon Celestial Defense System has been almost completely destroyed, and even the "Lone Sea" itself has been largely wrecked, the remaining Starlink, Mass Launchers, Communication Satellite Matrix, Space-based Weapons - "Electromagnetic Railgun Group", and the profound technological accumulation of the [Zenith Hub] over the years have all changed hands and been handed over to the [New Order Federation].

Not to mention, there's also the singularity technology, the "quantum communication link"—meaning the New Order Federation now possesses two singularity technologies!
"Based Reality Overwriting" is also a singularity technology!
"Most importantly, it is Yuzuki herself."

Yvette Gregory held her cane, her face reflected in the polished floor. She tapped the floor, and the hall darkened instantly. Then, countless azure points of light appeared out of thin air, like schools of fish in the sea, forming two spheres, one large and one small.

Terra and Yue Yue.

The New Order Federation and Yenan joined forces to besiege the Enterprise Alliance, which continued to advance its battle lines, capturing vast swathes of territory. At this juncture, the New Order Federation was neither able to take over the entire territory of the Enterprise Alliance in one fell swoop, nor could it continue fighting while the five Supreme Executive Committee members were in low spirits.

So I gave it to them.

—But the crucial "Evening Moon" fell into his hands.

If Terra is captured, then Sunset is simply a piece of cake, easily obtained. This is why, after the [Central Hub] occupied Sunset, other political entities did not choose to attack it, but instead continued to wage war on Terra.

Therefore, after the New Order Federation received the legacy of the Zenith Central, this place was able to quickly restore its production, military, and other functions, serving as a powerful enclave that provided a continuous stream of support to the former.

(End of this chapter)