My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 107 107: Yggdrasil
The orange sunshine bakes the sand and stones.

Having the wind in your throat is worse than swallowing a blade alive.

Thalia leaned under the shadow of the tent and frowned as she looked ahead - her excellent performance beast had just had its engine replaced, but it had not run a cross-city route for a long time.

"Delivered by the cupful."

John lifted two bottles of cold beer with one hand.

Thalia took it, touched it, and poured it down her throat.

She actually liked the ones with a higher concentration, but she didn't have time to purchase them. She turned her head and stared at the metal lines on John's palm and asked.

"The new implant looks awesome. Are you finally going to become a big shot in Eden City?"

"hehe."

John smiled bitterly and sat on the metal table. "Do you want to hear the truth or be amused?"

"How do you feel about it? If you want to have sex with me, just say so."

[Vehicle: Louis Doug-The Thinker]

Thalia showed contempt and glanced at his holster. She was stunned for a few seconds and then her smile gradually collapsed.

Orosi must have contacted Nando. When she walked into the tent, all the members who were supposed to be there were not absent.

"Really boring."

Thalia rolled her face with the bottle.

Orosi, wearing a hacker cooling suit, exited the electric car door.

The bodyguards who followed were all wearing uniform trousers and shirts, and they silently carried various weapons and equipment into the tent.

Even those who have always been steady put down their work temporarily, took off their cowboy hats to fan themselves, or put their robotic arms on their knees and stepped on something to talk to others.

Including analysis of the terrain distribution and internal structure of Baiyin Port, and the locations of mobile devices that can be detected under infrared scanning...

John gave Thalia a heartfelt reminder.

Orosi walked past surrounded by people, took off her glasses and shook them, motioning for John to follow her.

Thalia blew the bottle to the end.

"I lost the vodka."

"As a result, wherever you go there are fucking calculations, conspiracies, and traps... Everyone has to weigh the pros and cons with you, and there is less and less happiness and freedom."

Fully equipped with high-strength armor and equipped with electromagnetic jammers, the echelon of five vehicles exudes a sense of luxury and sophistication.

Black wear-resistant matte paint.

Everyone in the camp realized that Orosi was not easy to deal with.

"You should have taken it out earlier... We have to readjust the personnel ratio and battle plan based on this information. A decisive battle with the Exile gang is no joke. If you are not fully prepared, you will suffer."

The other members of the camp had different ideas and seemed to be wary of strangers who behaved like this company.

John said while the iron was hot.

She was half a head shorter than Elona, ​​but her aura was on par with Nando's.

As a partner and the biggest beneficiary of this operation, she must provide support from all aspects.

"Hahaha, you're right, John. Thank God there's someone with a right mind."

Thalia narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. "Look at her. She's as delicate as a titanium steel narrow magazine. I feel like I'm about to bend."

The fact that the guard did not call the police meant that the vehicle was an invited vehicle.

She was about to knock John's head off with a beer bottle, when suddenly both of them looked in the direction of the camp gate.

"When I first started working on the streets, I thought mercenaries would make money and be comfortable, and they would soon be able to live a comfortable life."

"She talks about interests, not feelings."

A row of commercial vehicles advanced in the wind and sand.

Thalia laughed with relief and became cheerful again.

"Sang Ma Re Bichi..."

"I won't tease you anymore, let's talk about it."

The homeless people inside and outside the RV looked over.

Nando looked helpless, raised his head on the table, frowned and shook his head.

John put his arms on his raised knees, holding the glass bottle loosely and looking at the sandy ground in the distance.

She put on a hoodie, exposing her short hair.

"This girl is so hot."

John silently showed his middle finger.

Orosi brought more detailed drawings.

She lavished admiration in her homeless way.

"The timing is just right. If you take it out too early, it will be leaked."

"It's really a familiar middleman approach. You never have to worry about being betrayed, because you never trust anyone else. This is a camp, and family and company are not the same thing."

"Really? What happened to the gang war in 75? How was the Damascus camp established?"

Orosi gave an example to refute him, as if she wanted to take the initiative during the cooperation.

Nando raised his eyebrows when he heard this, smiled and checked with the people next to him, and then all turned to stare at her.

"You've got a pretty broad road ahead of you."

John turned his head and asked Thalia - what did they mean? Has Nando been betrayed before?

"A very old story..."

Thalia sighed and lifted her coat, resting it on her flesh.

Snapped.

Elona picked up a bag and threw it in front of them. Behind her, there were other camp members carrying large boxes and distributing various equipment.

[Medicine: Fukanning injection [pump form]]

[Manufacturer: Longsheng Pharmaceutical Group]

This batch of goods was allocated through Kuang Xin's channels. The time was too tight, the quantity that could be prepared was limited, and there was no redundancy for secondary equipment.

Therefore, the battle must end within twelve hours, otherwise the resistance drugs and isolation measures will fail, causing irreversible consequences of prolonged exposure to nuclear radiation areas.

[Team Communication Invitation/Confirmation]

The temperature begins to drop sharply at night.

As usual, John and Elona took the same car.

He replaced the tactical equipment of the military industrial enterprise and adjusted the special bulletproof vest and boots.

It feels like a street kid turned company dog.

John walked out of the tent and looked for his car.

Orosi stayed in the back seat of a commercial vehicle and waved to him. When he got closer, he saw a box at her feet.

"I'm lending you a new guy temporarily. This battle is very important. The saw rifle in your hand is a bit underwhelming."

John was about to open the box, but Euros stopped him and said it would be safer to get back to the car and take it out again.

Neither middlemen nor outcasts trust each other very much.

John implanted Orosi's new product, and in return, it was agreed in advance to provide combat test data.

"This new smart weapon has sensors on it. Once connected and authorized, real-time combat information can be captured through the background."

John understood.

When he poked his head in, he noticed a huge shadow behind Orosi.

The prosthetic eye activated the night vision mode to refocus, and saw the tough and oppressive face of Armored Behemoth.

He was shirtless.

Several thick black cracks covered the surface of the skin, and there were heat dissipation lines on both sides of the cheeks. Several infusion tubes were connected to the left arm.

Beamon didn't respond at all, and his prosthetic eyes kept flashing, as if he had fallen into some kind of deep sleep.

"Is he going to take part in this battle?"

"No, just an escort."

Orosi said that she would not leave the scene directly, but would only provide remote assistance through the drone in her voice.

The camp has its own hacker.

Some people have followed Damascus since its establishment until now, and there are also characters who are more powerful than Orosi.

John took away the weapon box without protesting.

Hackers are just a means to her side, not her biggest advantage. The camp summoned all available fighting forces.

All overseas missions were suspended, and the personnel returned to assemble. At this time, the rectification and distribution had been completed. Both the scale and the firepower ratio were much more spectacular than the last time they stormed the car scrapping plant.

[Mission target update]

[Go to Silver Port. (unacommpolished)】

More than fifty fully equipped armored vehicles set off from the camp, with a mighty momentum comparable to a herd of migrating bison, galloping away towards the seaside.

The roar of the engine makes your blood boil.

John held the steering wheel and looked at the vehicles on the left and right from time to time - all of them had been modified to varying degrees. Under the rough wild outer shell were strong and reliable armor and powerful power.

"You guys are making a lot of money in the car scrapping yard."

"Ah."

Elona replied.

The first conversation since the five or six kilometers journey ended.

There is no particularly bright moon outside the window, and the night sky and the sand are filled with faint light. When you open the car window, the coolness mixed with sand and dust comes in.

The convoy seemed to be traveling in a gray-blue ocean.

A sharp-edged shadow gradually emerged on the horizon, where was the silver port that had been bombed into ruins.

Nando's order came through the team communication.

Then everyone took out the medicine and injected it into their bodies.

Anti-radiation drugs are not like combat amplification drugs and emergency drugs with epinephrine. The mental stimulation is not that obvious, and it even feels dull like being injected with normal saline.

Drop drop drop.

A miniature detector hung on the rearview mirror sounds an alarm.

They have officially entered the contamination range.

Elona was injected with several things in succession, including nerve stabilizers, which were specially designed to reduce the side effects of Sianwestein.

【Go according to the route. (unacommpolished)】

The team channel was set up by Orosi.

She switched the communication mode and retained information sharing. At the same time, she divided the voice into dozens of channels, large and small, and acted as a temporary operator.

John worked with Haven.

It has a familiar professional feel.

The torrent of convoys was divided into two groups under the command.

[Oluosi: Channel debugging, remind me if there is no incoming call, pay attention to listening and reporting at the same time, the content will not be repeated, and the task report will start in ten seconds. 】

Most of the armored vehicles were parked on the side of the road.

Various positional equipment were moved out, and there were even turrets and company weapons that were seen in the scrapyard last time.

Camp members perform their duties just like field engineers.

John and Nando originally stayed behind, but now they passed directly through the middle of the road.

And as soon as the front legs of the vehicle moved away, the rear legs of the anti-collision spikes and mines came out to follow.

[The broadcast begins. 】

[Most of the Silver Port is an impassable ruins. From the outside to the inside, it is roughly divided into sentry area, transportation area, container area, and underground server area. 】

[It is a secret lair and the radiation level is high, so there are relatively few Exile members who can be stationed there. According to the feedback from the infrared scanning and life detection radar, most of them are concentrated in the sentry area. 】

[The transportation area is dominated by automatic turrets, which are usually the main passage for vehicles to enter and exit. 】

[There is a large amount of materials stored in the container area. Without information, it is most likely to be the most dangerous. You have to adapt accordingly. 】

Orosi briefly reported the situation.

Nando took over the channel and began to take command of the battle.

The exiles received the signal as soon as the convoys began to divide. At this time, there were countless small teams in the wasteland returning to defend the base camp, and the positions just set up were used to block reinforcements.

The attacking team must use the fastest speed to capture Tiezu Kumbu alive.

All are connected to the voice channel.

When Nando introduced the details of the attack, Orosi switched over to introduce the situation to the guarding convoy, reporting in real time how many there were, from what direction they were attacking, and what firepower they were probably equipped with.

While they were talking...

Everyone can see map information through the built-in program, with clear and concise explanations of the entire process.

Orosi showed another form of an intelligence agent.

“Practical politicians are terrible.”

John sighed.

Before he finished speaking, he caught a dozen small red squares passing over the roof of the car at the edge of his vision, rushing towards the huge group of ruins ahead.

[Equipment: Qunfeng UAV [Subset 012]]

[Manufacturer: Isaac Military Industry]

They will become electronic eyes on the battlefield, providing real-time intelligence and increasing the advantage of night operations.

A discussion started in the channel.

These new guys were all brought by Orosi, who gained the momentum of an arms dealer through the exchange of intelligence and interests.

Not only that.

The battle at Silver Port will definitely alarm the ECPD and the company, and it will be a disaster if someone takes advantage of them or causes trouble, so there are plans and arrangements in place in all aspects.

John heard clearly.

"High risk, high reward, really good at playing."

"Don't make small talk in your voice."

"Ready to light the lamp."

A brief conversation came from the channel.

Two transport trucks with trailers raised their boxes and fired dense flares into the sky.

The pale meteor cut through the gloomy night, illuminating the roofs of armored vehicles of various shapes, and then quickly split in the sky, turning into dozens of bright lights that continued to burn and slowly fall.

The shadows on the ground became mottled and distorted.

John stepped on the accelerator and set the cruise control, then picked up the weapon next to him and checked his sight with Elona.

"Walk."

They each pushed open the car door and jumped out.

Roaring armored vehicles rushed into the ruins of the city. The mottled yellow platforms and the red and white lines covered by weeds and yellow sand seemed to still show the peace before the war.

The armored vehicle quickly rushed through the obstacles and exploded.

The flames soared into the sky, illuminating the countless empty car frames that were half sunk into the ground, as well as the dilapidated and dilapidated walls covered in graffiti, exposing the steel core and twisted scrap iron.

John's eardrums swelled slightly.

Alona had already passed through the billowing smoke and appeared on the high steel stand with her rifle in hand.

Bullets and shouts mingled in a buzzing, burning crackle.

Sparks flew and clashes continued.

Elona was running between the ruins of the building with her gun in hand, and the bodies of the exiles had just been illuminated, and they fell one after another on her path. Only targets that were far enough away and less threatening could be retracted. Hang on for a while.

John climbed over the barrier with his new rifle.

He felt that the dim battlefield in front of him was like a pool that was completely disturbed by the boulder. The enemy was constantly squirming against the frame of the red data flow, while shooting at his position.

John was shot several times immediately, but did not take it seriously.

Military body armor plus subcutaneous armor can ignore most street bullets, as long as the opponent is completely killed before the danger superimposes to a certain extent.

Bang bang bang.

He picked up his gun and walked forward slowly, using a standard infantry coordinated shooting posture to conduct battlefield inventory.

Alone but standing firm on the landing zone.

This jet-black heavy rifle is thicker and more stable than any one used before. If it had an alloy frame from half a month ago, it would probably be shaken to the point of losing its strength.

The recoil of kinetic energy firearms can break bones.

John's new implant caught the target steadily, and he even pulled the trigger because too many targets appeared at once.

A fluttering orange-red flame appeared at the front of the muzzle.

It floats slightly away from the muzzle, like a straight stream of light when a rocket is launched.

(End of this chapter)