My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 116 Chapter 116: Black police

[Mission target update]

[Go to the location of the incident. (unacommpolished)】

The disappearance of a construction worker because of a private job was not really a serious case in the city of Eden. It was as normal as the presence of illegal drugs in the red light district or blood stains on the back seat of a ghoul.

John gradually slowed down.

The cheap jacket gradually stuck to the T-shirt, covering the smart pistol pinned to the waist.

In addition to the motorcycle under his crotch, all the handy weapons and close-combat butterfly knives he had accumulated had been thrown away in the many narrow escapes, and he looked like a poor man.

[Eden City-Edge of South District Warehousing Center]

John stopped on the side of the road and looked at the Cross-District Bridge.

The color of the water is slightly gloomy, and monotonous warehouses and countless concrete structures block the view. Between the buildings, you can glimpse the same gray sky and aircraft with hot shells.

He stumbled forward, and before he could react, his head turned 270 degrees to the side, and he fell to the ground with a certain stiffness.

"Hey, you, get away."

John launches the scan results.

John moved Barry out without a registration number, just to scare newcomers on the street with the ECPD's lust.

"Relax, man, I don't want any trouble."

The man behind John raised a spiked steel rod, covered with gloomy ravines and bloody scabs, and swung it towards the back of his head, but it only penetrated the breeze.

The leader of the gangster, who had very high hair and three nails on the bridge of his nose, stepped forward and pushed John in the chest, and cursed after him.

"……Law……"

But his estimate was wrong.

They have nothing to do with the missing people. They are most likely maintenance personnel rehired by the boss behind the scenes.

Sean Westan starts up again.

His palms were open and his eyes were focused, and he found that some people did show bored and irritable expressions.

The gang leader wriggled his lips, and dry and smelly saliva flew out. Before he could even utter a complete word, he was interrupted by a sharp pain.

Two cars were parked on the shore, spray-painted in the shape of flames, and seven or eight gang members with exaggerated shapes were surrounding them.

John appeared behind the corpse, still raising his hands, as if the person just passed through him out of thin air.

There were also a few maintenance workers in the crowd.

John opened his palms and walked forward calmly, and was immediately surrounded by the unique street violence maniacs.

The gravel and rubble rustled.

The destination is located directly under the cross-regional bridge, and the highway is only ten meters above the head. The sound barrier effect is very good, which can just cover up the huge industrial engines and criminal noise under the bridge pier.

Reckless and impulsive.

[Inquire about news. (unacommpolished)】

The vehicle turned on roaming mode and left.

"I want to inquire about something... Last week or so, a maintenance worker disappeared here. Who can give me some details?"

John used his joint skills to remove his gun. Iggdrashu's alloy frame picked up the phalanges and inserted the metal part at the top of the fist into the opponent's armpit.

They had non-original wine bottles and broken prosthetics, and smelly cargo shorts covered in grease.

The water lapped against the weedy concrete embankment.

"Fake Squid, you idiot, how about you let me use bullets to replenish your brain with some nutrients?"

"The police officer is investigating. Give me another chance to have a good chat."

He felt that his ears were a little swollen, and the stranger who just spread his hands turned into a gray afterimage.

When the gangsters saw John approaching, they raised their saws and cannons in a fierce pose.

The man responsible for the sneak attack swung the steel rod empty.

Two huge turbine structures are gobbling up the water.

They were wearing wetsuits, black rubber jackets hanging around their waists, breathing apparatus and tool boxes at their feet.

John was treated as a car thief and received some praise.

The cheap coat lifted slightly.

The tramp in the shadow glanced at John.

He walked through the desolate warehouse and followed the broken iron rope.

It seemed as if it had been blown by the wind.

These gangsters who deal with the scene are inexperienced, but they are like most fresh blood.

The gangster leader didn't even have time to raise the corners of his mouth.

The leader's arms were raised high, even above his shoulders.

John took advantage of the situation, holstered the gun in his hand, flipped it half a turn and then returned it perfectly to the palm of his hand.

Bang, bang bang...

The bullets lined up in the air.

The corpses of the gang members lay down in order, without even having time to make an effective resistance.

"Ah! Huh~ It's so damn good... Huh, damn it..."

The gang leader slumped to the ground.

He had a huge laceration on his right arm, and a pool of blood was spreading, but he was the only one lucky enough to scream in agony among all the weapon wielders.

"Who pays you?"

John raised his gun and pointed it at him, but his eyes were focused on the maintenance workers, telling them with his eyes not to run away, otherwise they would end up in the same miserable place.

"F... Flavio!"

The leader gritted his teeth.

John sighed.

"Do I look like someone who checked the household registration? The name is of no use. Who is this shark coin for to be a dog? Where is it rewarded? Specific information!"

"He is the person in charge of Fiber Cable Heavy Industry!"

The gang leader had tears and snot bubbles popping out of his nose. He curled up like a frozen ball and seemed unable to answer any more.

John raised his gun.

The maintenance workers instantly became nervous. They all raised their hands obediently and kept their distance from the gang members.

"We just get paid to work."

John shook his head.

"Play some role, otherwise why can you stand?"

Several people began to organize their words, and someone immediately spoke.

They are also professional equipment maintenance personnel. They take on private work to repair the turbine fan blades next to them. They need to walk 20 meters underwater to clean up the source of the fault.

John looked at the turbine next to him that spewed out huge amounts of water.

Get inside this thing...

Still have to work in the dark for two hours?

"There is no way to support the family. There must be dangers. We just saw scratches inside and... entangled rubber skin."

The foreman turned pale.

"I can probably guess that, after all, the line is connected instantly, and the shutdown time is so long, someone must have been there..."

John pieced together what happened through them.

The missing maintenance worker came to do some private work, and the equipment started up by mistake, causing several people to be swept to pieces by the turbulent flow, and leaving traces of struggle on the dark inner wall.

How to find the body?

John looked at the cross-regional bridge next to him. Under the hot and pale sun, he saw the slowly floating water surface, with various floating objects and garbage evenly distributed on the edge of the coastline.

"...Tsk, Fake."

He thought for a moment and asked the maintenance worker.

“Who should pay pensions to the deceased?”

"Fiber and cable heavy industry, no doubt about it."

they said with little hesitation.

Turbine startup is a very slow process, but rescuing maintenance personnel under the circumstances would have caused widespread equipment short circuits and more failures.

The decision was made from the perspective of "cost-effectiveness".

Now the municipal government is unwilling to foot the bill.

Fiber Cable Heavy Industry relies on this turbine system to pump river water for physical cooling of factories in industrial areas, making a lot of money, but it is not willing to pay pensions to a few unlucky people.

"Don't let me catch you..."

The gang leader may have been in pain, and his eyes became vicious, and he even started to stare at a few construction workers with his head raised.

boom!
He shut his mouth.

He opened his head.

John dropped the broken gun with the empty magazine in his hand.

"I need to make a call, can you give me some privacy?" Several maintenance workers picked up the boxes and ran away.

Anyway, the wages have been settled clearly, and the murder of gang members cannot be blamed on themselves.

[Contact-Barry Kitt[Voice call]]

John laid things out.

"...The investigation is over."

After hearing this, Barry gave him new coordinates.

John rode his motorcycle through the storage area on the river bank and entered the abandoned buildings on the old street. He immediately realized:

It's not over yet.

A Calomon transport truck without a license plate.

The paint on both sides was severely scratched, the trunk was opened, and the interior except for the main and passenger seats was completely dismantled.

Two packs of weapons lay on the rusty iron countertop.

There is also a label labeled ECPD Evidence Room on the surface.

Barry stood with five strong masked men. All of them were dressed like street gangsters, but they smelled like gangsters. Their weapons-checking movements were all "academic".

Everyone but him wore masks.

When Barry saw John coming, he threw it over and tilted his head to indicate that he would pick something handy.

[Item: Prajna Demon [Mask]]

Weapons have been distributed.

Packages and labels, as well as some gadgets that were too late to be processed, were thrown into the wire and burned clean.

Breathing echoed in the mask.

No one in the car spoke.

[Weapon: Saw-Hound]

[Module: Basic Armor Penetration]

A very cheap street rifle. The magazine is second-hand. There are oil stains and stickers on the handle that have not been removed.

"Don't use Sianwistan."

Barry's voice came. "I don't have time to prepare a special voice changer for you. Don't say anything when you get to the scene. Don't shoot your head. The bullets will hit the limbs and non-lethal parts."

"where to?"

"We're here, get out of the car and see for yourself."

squeak--

The brake sound is short and sharp.

[Eden City-Fiber Cable Heavy Factory]

The tough guys in the back row filed out, aiming quickly in several directions on the street.

[Mission target update]

[Cooperating with the robbery operation. (unacommpolished)】

Barry, wearing a lion's head mask, throws bombs.

Gululu~
boom!
The metal gate jumped in place.

An awkward gap opened up.

Security personnel emerged from guard booths and factory premises.

Da da da!
The guns that had been pre-aimed opened fire immediately, and the security guards who received weekly wages were shot and fell to the ground.

No one stood up.

John didn't pick up the opportunity, and he couldn't grasp the timing well. He could only raise his head and blow up several closed-circuit surveillance cameras while crouching forward. When he regained consciousness, the front line had already advanced into the factory area.

He broke in and was immediately shot.

There were actually mercenaries in the workshop, and they were full teams carrying professional equipment.

"Permission to shoot threatening targets!"

Barry immediately modified the order.

John felt someone reach out and pull him behind him. When he turned around, several teammates around him had already formed fire suppression.

The fence was hit with sparks flying.

The man who had just fired was lying on his back in the steel corridor.

John starts the scan.

Combat mode captures the outline of the weapon, immediately removes threatening targets from ordinary employees, and marks them with red boxes.

This search mode is a built-in program of Yggdrasil.

It synchronizes the functions to the Messiah prosthetic eye, making the combat process more efficient and intelligent.

Ta-ta, tap-ta, tap-ta.

John's shooting sound was so regular that it even attracted the attention of other members, and they saw:

In the shooting range of three sides of the factory, several targets were hit with the sound of gunfire, and the right shoulder blade was the first to be shot, and other parts of the body received another shot as a follow-up shot.

The visual effect is comparable to target practice in a fifty-meter training room.

"Thank you!"

"What's the origin?"

There were voices of exclamation coming from under the mask.

Except for one shot from a sneak attack, John unleashed a dominant level of lethality inside the factory.

These mercenaries are of very low quality.

Visual inspection is slightly stronger than the fledgling new team.

John was simply defeated by his prosthetic body and experience, and the firearm in his hand was really poor - if he had replaced it with the Platonic Omnic Weapon originally used, there would have been no need to waste time with two last-minute shots.

Mercenary firepower was quickly cleared.

The other members roared and shouted, raised their weapons and pointed them at the panicked ordinary people, and then controlled the areas according to the points where they robbed the bank.

These people wore voice changers.

Some members even took out micro-speakers and played audio files that had been recorded long ago.

[Put your hands where I can see them. For the sake of yourself and your family, please don’t move. Follow our orders. Don’t pretend to be cool and you can spend this day safely...]

Barry took John and the remaining people into the second floor.

boom!
The bullet burst the door lock.

The two of them broke into the clerical area one after another, forcing the men and women behind the desks to stand up and asking the boss where the valuables were.

Someone pointed the way.

John and Barry moved forward with their guns raised, while the people behind them concentrated and controlled the hostages in this area.

boom!
Barry blasted open the door to the back room.

A fat middle-aged man in a suit raised his hands and dropped a delicate short-tube spray gun on the ground. The misfired bullet even exploded the iron sheet of the filing cabinet.

"Fake Squid, bastard!"

Barry yelled angrily and raised his gun to knock him down.

John noticed the nameplate on the desk that read - Flavio Sweeney.

Barry picked up the fat man with a bleeding nose, then used a gun to force the man to open the safe, and stuffed the bank card and various valuables into the black canvas bag he carried.

John leaned against the doorframe and tilted his head.

There must be other mercenaries in the factory area.

But after more than ten seconds of John's passionate gunfight in the corridor, the few remaining forces on the opposite side began to break down, as if they realized that his life was more valuable than his weekly salary.

Barry has nailed the scene.

He pulled out a trigger grenade and placed it in Flavio's palm.

"GOGOGO, NOW!"

Two strong men wearing masks climbed over the guardrail, jumped directly to the first floor of the factory and started running.

Other members dropped smoke bombs.

An expensive box-type truck drove out of the warehouse, smashed through the twisted metal door and drove away.

The sound of police sirens passed across the street.

There are drones hovering overhead.

Barry took off his lion mask, raised his head, and pulled off the voice-changing device attached to his throat.

His prosthetic eyes flashed and he said to the other end of the communication.

"The police officers went into the factory to check the situation, sealed the lines, and checked every car passing by the factory. Remember to make notes for the person in charge..."

John stuck his head out of the car to observe.

The wandering drones and police cars all moved, passed them by, and rushed towards the factory where the incident occurred.

(End of this chapter)