My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 123 123: Blood flowing through neon
"Hori Michitaka, that's his name. We used to be in a gang."

Akiko obviously had doubts about her husband's death. When she folded her arms, she accidentally exposed the tattoos covered by the sleeves.

She wiped the corners of her eyes that were itchy from the grease.

"But it sounds nice. In fact, I only have a motorcycle. I occasionally do some dirty work for the big brother in the team."

After Akiko became pregnant, she quit the gang and used her savings to open her current store and run it carefully.

Mitsutaka Hori couldn't let go of the gang, and his income fluctuated, but he could still support his family's expenses.

Until a few months before his death.

Horimitaka returned home happily after missing contact for several days.

"He has several injuries on his body. His work has become dangerous. He also has an implant on his body. It looks quite expensive, but Xiao is very happy. When he showed me his balance, there were several extra zeros."

Akiko looked sad when she recalled it.

Horitaka was under a lot of pressure. After being depressed for a few days, he told Akiko that he wanted to sign up for a job with higher income.

The younger son, Jun, was hospitalized with a high fever and was diagnosed with a deformity.

"I am not sure as well."

He stood up and picked up his pistol.

"call--"

John calmly put away his weapon.

After all, Sakura Cross Street is the territory of the Owl Town Gang.

Michitaka Hori sat on the tatami in a formal manner, surrounded by gang members all wearing suits, and in the main seat, there was a muscular man wearing a shirt.

From then on, Hori Michitaka wore a black suit, slicked back his hair, and carried a smart gun from Fuki Industries on his waist.

Jun was eventually forced to have his throat removed due to lack of money for treatment, and a low-quality implant became his respirator and vocal cords.

She mixed a long sigh with the movement of blowing out smoke.

The Xiaoding Gang is a hierarchical pyramid.

John ate the last piece of fat beef covered in sauce. "Ah, Japanese people all say...thank you for the hospitality, right?"

She tried checking with the gang and looking for the so-called eldest brother, but Xia Ming's group refused to explain.

After all, something happened in life.

Akiko recalled for a moment, then went to the depths of the store to rummage around, and took out photos from the attic where sundries and daily necessities were stored.

Michitaka Hori made a big deal.

Next to him is a red and black motorcycle from Fuki Industrial - the wheels and handlebars have been modified. It is obvious that it has been regularly maintained, and the user has put a lot of thought into the details.

"Damn it, am I going to go to the TV station to post a missing person notice?"

Going out early and coming back late has become the norm.

The mist drifted out of the shop curtains and dissipated between the cracks in the buildings.

"Katsuhisa Sato."

Michitaka Hori stood on the roadside with a confident smile.

He said so.

He said that he accidentally came into contact with a big brother from Xia Ming's group at a izakaya and planned to take him to the middle level. Not only did he give him generous money, but he also helped him upgrade his equipment and implants.

He paid for his meal according to the price on the sign, opened the curtain and disappeared into the humid and hot alley.

Akiko's eyes were dim and her tone was calm.

"Opportunities are rare, please give me a chance, brother."

"They said that Xiaodang killed twenty civilians indiscriminately on the street, and the violent terrorist mobile team did not even leave any corpses."

[Looking for Katsuhisa Sato. (unacommpolished)】

Faced with Akiko’s question...

Akiko's face and shoulders were obviously stiff.

We lost contact with Michitaka Hori after he left on his bicycle that day. The last news he received was on the morning news, and it turned into cyberpsychosis.

Even so, he might not live to be ten years old.

Akiko had a bad feeling, but she had no choice.

Mingzi kept her brows furrowed and asked after hesitation. "What exactly are you after?"

"Name." John asked.

Another photo at an izakaya.

He has tattoos below his neck. He holds the wine cup and smiles kindly.

[Mission target update]

The formal members and senior cadres of the group are the core of the gang. The gangsters who roam the streets are just cannon fodder at best. Although they have iconic tattoos and clothing, they can be abandoned at any time.

John scratched his head and decided to start with photos.

He found an izakaya located on Sakura Cross Street Commercial Avenue and paid money to get clues from the waiter.

Katsuhisa Sato is the sub-leader of Xia Ming's group.

Xiaoding recently helped start a war with the Black Gold Gang.

He and a group of men fought with heavy casualties, and he has not even been seen recently.

It was already dark when John left the izakaya.

Neon lights and light rain fell at the same time. Unexplainable steam rose from the wet ground. Luminous umbrellas of different colors blocked the faces of passers-by.

[Dealing with motorcycle killers 0/6 (not achieved)]

John silently raised his hood, turned around and was lost in the crowd.

The rain suddenly became heavy.

More and more billboards light up, like flames spreading on the surface of the gray-black building.

Colorful blocks of color overlap each other.

Dynamic ads echo the hurried footsteps.

Streets that died during the day are being resurrected...

John suddenly turned around and drew his own pistol - a cheap one he had retrieved from a corpse.

Bang, bang bang!

Gunfire shattered the dense rain curtain.

Two of the stalkers were shot and fell, and the panicked crowd scattered, exposing them to the sidewalk, framed by flashing billboards.

[Force: Xiaoding Gang]

[Scanning: subcutaneous armor, monomolecular arm blade, Si'an Westan, etc.]

They wore uniform leather jackets.

The black motorcycle helmet has bulletproof glass, and the semi-curved shell reflects the street scene.

Tracking has been exposed.

The streets were instantly covered in screams and honking horns.

The person who was shot staggered to his feet without much impact. After he stood firm, he immediately ejected the straight knife from his arm.

The traffic lights are flashing.

Bang, bang!
John immediately added two more rounds.

Cheap bullets grazed the killers' helmets, leaving only slight scratches.

"Fake!"

He cursed and turned around to see:

There were assassins behind him and on the other side of the zebra crossing, six men all in black, standing in the middle against the fleeing crowd.

They stared at John from three directions.

The shimmering monomolecular blade popped out of the slot on their arm, the helmets glowed slightly, and raindrops dripped from around the black leather jackets.

"この男をkillせ!"

The killers stepped through the stagnant water and rushed in with knives.

John heard a dull Japanese voice and immediately emptied his magazine at the incoming man in black.

With little success.

He didn't bother to waste time reloading and just threw the weapon away.

This thing doesn't work.

John turned over and stepped on the trash can, nimbly climbed up the iron escalator on the outside of the building, ran to the end and climbed over the grating deep in the alleyway.

There was a clanging sound of metal clashing.

The killers' single molecular blades were swung in the air several times, sparks flying when they hit the obstacle.

John ran wildly in the dark alley.

This group of motorcycle killers are assassins raised by the Xiaoding Gang.

Why are you targeting yourself?
The gaps between the buildings were sticky—dried earth and various garbage accumulated, all kinds of glass fragments and garbage drifting from nowhere.

John ran past with a frown on his face.

It's easy to get injured when surrounded by six people in such a narrow alley, so it's best to distance yourself first.

John ran through several intersections.

Light and rain slanted in.

A large virtual projected floating object passed through the commercial street, and the sound of sirens and rock music from various clubs began to float over Sakura Crossing.

John suddenly stopped in front of an oblique spot of light.

Swah——

The motorcycle killer who was waiting against the wall slashed with his sword. The single-molecule samurai sword slashed into the air and immediately changed direction.

John jumped back half a step to dodge.

He grabbed the opponent's wrist and threw him over his shoulder directly into the alley.

Click. John twisted the killer's arm and tried to tear the knife off with the strength of the alloy frame and muscle bundles.

zizi.

The biker killer's prosthetic arm arced.

He struggled on the ground and produced several afterimages. It must be that his damaged limbs caused the operation of Si'an Westan. It looked like a buggy textured character in an arcade game.

John immediately brought his knees down.

The killer's throat was hit hard, and more implants malfunctioned, and black smoke began to emit from his body.

John finally pulled the knife off.

This single-molecule straight knife is embedded in the opponent's arm. After it is pulled out, there is no handle at the end, but a hinge with a metal screw.

John suddenly felt his eardrums twitching.

Messiah's prosthetic eye activates combat mode, and Iggdrashu's combat algorithm automatically determines to dodge backwards.

John followed his instinct and retreated.

Two silver-gray streams of light flashed alternately in front of his eyes, and the hoodie floating in the air immediately opened a large hole, exposing the abdominal muscles and the cooling holes on both sides of the ribs.

Swah——

John leaned back and lowered his waist.

A bright knife passed over the bridge of his nose and cut off the dangling knot of his hoodie.

[Battle Chip: Brazilian War Dance]

John followed the inertia and kicked out. There was a dull feeling on his knees. After he landed on the ground and rolled over, he could clearly see the situation in front of him.

A corpse with a broken arm had just stopped twitching.

The two chasing killers were kicked in the head and hit the wall, trying to react from the dizziness.

The remaining one was blocked at the end and couldn't use it.

John's pupils shrank slightly, data stream flashed on the surface of his iris, and then two people rushed into his face.

boom.

The alley entrance is too narrow.

The two killers couldn't swing their knives away, so they lifted John up, carried him all the way to the open area, and slammed him into the wall.

The garbage bags piled in the corner were crushed.

Scattered glass bottles were smashed.

John saw everything with his eyes - since the graphene chip buffered the prosthetic signal, he could already see clearly the movements of enemies using Sianweistan.

He is waiting patiently.

There was a slight sound of footsteps overhead.

crunch--

Two helmeted killers armed with knives scaled the guardrail and descended from the rusty steel staircase.

They also launched Sianwistan.

The afterimage moved slowly under the blue-gray filter, and two blades with flowing light attacked John's neck and chest respectively.

Four people are here.

hum-

Several assassins paused for a moment.

John also activated Si'an Westan, immediately got rid of the shackles, moved freely in the gray world, raised his legs and kicked two helmets accurately.

Time flow returns to normal.

John broke free.

The stunned killers almost swung their swords at the same time, trying to block him in place with their numerical and weapon advantages.

It was getting hot behind John.

Si'an Westan was activated for the second time in a short period of time, and the situation was reversed. The movements of the four Xiaoding Gang assassins in front of them were slowed down several times.

John tightened his grip on the knife.

[Chip: Faqi Industrial-Ronin]

Black spots appeared on the wall where his back was just now. The hoodie was burned through by Sianwistan, and the remaining fabric was branded on the wall.

The dark spots were quickly covered with splashes of blood.

John's prosthetic eye flashed.

The stream of light drew a long, fading, elegant line, surrounding several human flesh piles in front of him.

The frozen time melted.

The scenery in the alley is filled with color again.

The rainwater floating in the air fell with relief, and the colorful night was surrounded by the noise on the street, flowing quietly in the pool of blood.

【Flee the scene. (unacommpolished)】

John's whole spine burned terribly.

He frowned and looked around:
The four assassins who had just been close to him were dismembered, and their blood mixed with their organs flowed to the oil-stained trash can.

One of the men's helmet was notched.

Rain and light drifted in, and a stunned Oriental face could be vaguely seen.

John gasped and knelt down to touch the body.

He seemed to be back when he first took to the streets, when he had nothing but always wanted to save some loot.

[Equipment: Black leather motorcycle jacket]

These killers are all equipped with Sianwistan. There is a microcircuit heat dissipation device on the inside of the jacket, and it is magnetically attached to the spine. It doesn't take long to feel the effect after putting it on.

"...It's not bad."

John realized:
The guy who attacked him was worth a lot, at least more powerful than the group he met while driving last time.

Who wants to silence himself?

The task is now becoming a bit cumbersome.

John caught a glimpse of the motorcycle helmet, and another thought came to his mind - these guys couldn't have come to him on foot, right?

Night falls.

Rain passes through the holographic projection.

Above Sakura Crossing Street, a hot dancer walked out of a billboard, and a giant image more than ten meters high was posing above the busy street.

The izakaya was buzzing with excitement.

John pretended to be a passerby and glanced at the gate, without stopping in front of the security guards and cameras. He walked sideways through the rain and under various umbrellas, and after going around several buildings, he finally saw an open space.

Five motorcycles parked side by side.

[Vehicle: Fuki Industrial-Naginata]

John came closer.

He found a kinetic micro-charge and several full magazines in the rack next to the motorcycle's fuel tank.

[Weapon: Rafiqi-Speedwalker]

[Module: Stable ballistics, magnetic magazine]

[Description: Designed specifically for street users, ultra-high stability and auxiliary chips serve riding strafing, and custom accessories can be used to quickly change ammunition. 】

This gun is already considered a fine product on the street.

But what’s really valuable are these magnetic accessories next to the motorcycle.

John took everything as ordered.

He packed the weapons and magazines before pulling out the data cable and plugging it into the slot of the vehicle system.

Black light roared past.

The anti-theft system and the electric shock device were destroyed by a powerful force before they could be activated.

John got on his motorcycle and drifted in place. Just as he was about to leave the scene, the road at the end of the clearing was blocked by an armored vehicle.

The brakes sounded very sharp.

Then came the second and third vehicles until all escape routes were completely sealed.

boom!
The high beam lights come on.

The clearing was illuminated pale.

"...Fake."

John muttered and held down the handlebar, his eyes serious, waiting for the Messiah's prosthetic eyes to refocus.

A figure slowly walked out of the armored vehicle.

He was terrifyingly strong, and half of his face was covered in evil ghost tattoos, like a wall slowly advancing forward.

John was shrouded in shadow.

Scanning information popped up in front of his eyes.

[Name: Long Chuanzao]

[Force: Xiaoding Gang]

This guy is a senior cadre of the Xiaoding Gang and the internal executioner. He met him once when he first rescued Gino, and the next time he met him was at Kuang Xin's party factory.

Longchuan Zejia crane gun fire, and finally Armored Beamon came to the rescue. The outcome of the battle between the two sides is unknown.

The image of him interrogating the Owl Town gang members appeared in John's mind.

Long Chuanzao came closer.

He was wearing a custom-made large-size suit, his left arm was empty, and his face was as pale as if he had been seriously injured.

"Hey."

"...Tsk."

They both looked at each other with bored expressions on their faces.

(End of this chapter)