My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 126 Chapter 126: Breakout on a rainy night

boom--

The sound of gunshots was a little rough, muffled in the rainy night.

John listened suspiciously, then put down the gun after a moment, and wiped away the rainwater accumulated near his eye sockets.

After the tide rose, the seawater submerged the rocks and containers.

The siren sounds from far to near.

Sakura Cross Street is still within the scope of the gang war. Police cars and patrol drones shuttle through the neon lights and rain, and there seems to be some kind of strange footsteps...

Something is indeed approaching.

[Mission target update]

[Connect to the prosthetic eye database. (unacommpolished)】

A stream of data flashed through John's pupils.

It's simply a "product display" of sorts.

He had already learned about Fushimi Takeo's conspiracy, and now he was watching what was captured in the video. He saw - Sato Katsuhisa checked the implants of the members of the Owl Town Gang as ordered before setting off.

generally speaking:

To compile and access, you must use a switching device or prepare a set of professional equipment like a clinic host.

There is a metal slot there.

It does not have a "slot" on the surface like large devices. Even if you pull out the data cable with a black light, there is no hole to plug it in.

John knelt down to examine the body.

[Log: Database (hacked)]

A progress bar pops up in the field of view.

He kept hypnotizing himself:
Every time you make an inhibitor chip, you need to connect it to the remains with biological data. The fresh corpse in front of you can be regarded as a slightly larger "raw material".

The data cable heated up slightly, and a red exclamation mark popped up in the field of vision.

unless……

From a black market perspective...

"I'm actually going to hack a corpse?"

Hua Hua Hua——

John muttered.

John hesitated for a moment before pulling out the data cable.

Sato's prosthetic eye clearly records the performance and lethality displayed by each new product.

John glanced at Katsuhisa Sato's neck.

A small amount of blood scab overflowed from the skin connection port, and there was a layer of gunpowder burn marks on the soft metal surface.

These are precious super-sensory chip materials that can be processed into illegal discs and sold to customers with "unique hobbies".

The human body is actually a complete switching system.

[Data connection in progress...]

The black light was the motivation for him to try.

[Prosthetic Eye: Yaqi F48 [Experimental Type]]

Prosthetic eyes are often more than just two balls.

Many memories flashed through John's mind. Everyone who had connected to the black light, including the network surveillance agents and Iron-footed Kombu, were all dead.

Through some kind of built-in program, it photographed and stored everything Sato saw.

This sounds spooky.

The biological information continuously cycles through error reporting and detection. Whenever the progress bar freezes, the black light will float until it crosses a certain "barrier" and forcibly passes through the prosthetic eye firewall.

It also includes the process by which they become cyberpsychotics.

This prosthetic eye stores a large number of video files.

"No wonder Takeo Fushimi wants this."

The rain became more rapid.

It is more like a metal awl as a whole, which will be embedded in the skull. Outside the database is a neural connection module composed of countless contacts.

But this was his first time connecting with a dead person.

The prosthetic eye is embedded in the skull.

The task requires John to connect to the database.

Katsuhisa Sato swelled slightly, his skin was red and purple, and his eye sockets were sunken inward and cast a red shimmer.

It is also evidence that the Xiaoding Gang created cyberpsychosis.

John tasted sourness in the liquid that slipped through the corner of his mouth, and stuffed the dug out prosthetic eye into the sandwich of his leather motorcycle suit.

He was about to leave...

Bang, bang.

Something was running on the container, hurtling through the obstacles like some kind of monster stimulated by blood.

[Mission target update]

【Escape from pursuit. (unacommpolished)】

John crouched down before the words fully emerged.

Swah——

A mantis knife swept across.

John had already taken out the widow and shot back from under his arm, only to hear a loud bang.

There was flesh exploding in heat and ammunition.

Very close.

He lowered his center of gravity and turned around. The alloy frame forcibly offset the recoil and fired the second shot.

boom!
Only then did John see the attacker clearly.

He was once a member of the Owl Town Gang and was the last follower of Katsuhisa Sato's escape, but he also became a cyberpsychopath.

The madman's prosthetic eyes were red and stained with blood.

The mantis knife brought out two completely different streams of light, as if cutting a fault in the silver-gray rain curtain.

John tried to strangle him closely, but was dissuaded by the hot prosthetic body. He grabbed the opponent's arm while dodging continuously, trying to twist the arm or remove the entire arm.

Click.

The madman's right arm was turned outward but not disabled.

John frowned, swung his head and moved in the light of the sword. Then the alloy frame exerted force and punched the opponent's chest continuously.

It was like a hydraulic pile driver releasing a metal hammer, making a dull and loud "bang bang bang" sound.

John's target was very clear.

There was a scorched black area in front of the madman - the compressed shot from the widow's cannon blasted away the opponent's clothes and flesh.

He punched hard.

The attacker's chest was sunken, but his movements were not restricted like normal people. Instead, he flipped his joints and swung the mantis knife at extremely fast speeds.

The silver light flickered and formed a vacuum area.

John distanced himself from the dangerous close combat and took this opportunity to take a good look at the attacker:

The opponent was wearing a suit with the Xiaoding Gang logo, and tactical sunglasses connected to an external communication device at the base of his ear. Smoke was coming out of his body, and one or two narrow arcs of electricity burst out from time to time.

John had his hands full and was reloading ammunition for the widow.

The cannon detaches from the handle.

The hot bullet casing ejected with white smoke.

The Widow is extremely lethal at close range, but it does not completely cut through the opponent's subcutaneous armor and muscle bundles.

These lunatics have inhuman "resilience" and are completely incapable of feeling pain and dullness.

Every prosthetic body works at overclocking speed, and every time the body is driven, it is driven towards scrapping and killing.

John raised his hand and shot.

He was sure that he had hit the target, but the things in front of him lost color in an instant and overlapping phantoms appeared.

The madman urged Si'an Westan and suddenly flashed in front of him. After slashing, he forcibly turned his body over due to inertia, and the blade of his other arm chopped down from top to bottom!

John also entered the world where time stopped.

There was a subtle mechanical sound coming from his spine, and he watched the blade pass by the tip of his nose, briefly coming face to face with cyberpsychosis.

The guy's pupils overlapped in the illusion, and his body kept twitching, emitting heat like a suffocated boiler in the rain.

boom!
The widow emptied the magazine again.

The moment the time stop ended, a mist of blood spilled out.

The madman staggered a few steps and died in a kneeling position.

John bent down and touched some bullets from the corpse, and heard a large number of footsteps behind him, as if there were countless mechanical reptiles running wildly on the smooth rocks and containers.

More cyberpsychosis breaks out. They have different body shapes, some are equipped with long thermal knives, and some have raised heavy cannons connected to their arms...

"Fake!"

John finally saw the source of the ominous premonition.

He got into the old equipment area with rugged terrain, bent down and slid the shovel over the rusty mechanical crane arm, and then jumped up to escape through the large damaged hole.

Rumble~
John glanced back as he climbed over the guardrail.

The body of the madman just now had been blown to pieces, and there was intensive movement among the containers and beach debris.

A dozen cyberpsychopaths emerge from the shadows.

The afterimage of their drive to Sianwistan shattered the rain curtain.

If it were John half a month ago, he would have died long ago.

This kind of pursuit lineup is absolutely beyond the norm when it comes to mercenaries who have just debuted and small and medium-sized gang fights, before using those famous big shots.

The Xiaoding Gang has invested a lot of equipment in this group of lunatics. It is like a company building a corporate army. As a one-time suicide weapon, it is even a bit wasteful.

John activated the naginata almost in a snatching manner.

The sound of burning tires and the spitting gunfire intertwined in the rainy night.

Da da da.

The bullet grazed the pavement and the metal railing, embedded in the jacket with a dull pain, and was finally intercepted by the subcutaneous armor on the surface. The creeping pressure relief grid squeezed out some bullets that were not too deep.

This is the advantage of being expensive.

John drifted on the spot and swung the front wheel, knocking over a figure who rushed in front of him, and then ran over his chest mercilessly. The people chasing him were all there before he drove a few meters.

The gray-black metal fence was cut open by a cross-cut knife, and the section dissolved into a bright orange goo.

buzzing-

The naginata passed through a beam of blazing sword light and twisted flexibly, but half of the glass was still cut off. Fortunately, it was not an important part and would not affect subsequent driving.

John glanced at the guy whose hands were transformed into long knives.

The metal blade has turned red, and there is a tumor-like energy device on the back. Rainwater falling on the surface of the prosthetic body is immediately evaporated, causing both arms to shuttle in the smoke.

John dodged the slashing attack, stabilized the body with one hand, and took out a short cannon to hit the opponent's head at close range.

Bullets tore through flesh.

The left side of the madman's face completely collapsed, exposing the metal structure, and the goggles and prosthetic eyes collapsed, projecting colorful light.

Just as John was about to finish off his attack, a string of bullets came out.

He pressed his head in front of the motorcycle, trying to maintain his balance while swinging his head in death, but he caught a glimpse of a few balls falling on the road ahead.

Gululu~
The Messiah Prosthetic Eye marked them with a red frame and included a countdown.

【▽2.2s↓】

John immediately changed direction.

He raised the head of the car, put the debris on it and flew out of the main road, rushing into the municipal drainage channel against a five-meter drop.

boom--

The explosion flooded the asphalt road.

The thick smoke mixed with the orange light created a circle of water marks.

The collar of John's leather jacket was blown up by the strong wind, and the naginata under him fell on the maintenance trail.

The shock absorber has a mark of three points and five.

The body didn't even have extra rebound, and it ran very fast amidst the roar of the engine, without even reaching its fall limit.

The cyberpsychos jumped after him.

The alloys on their legs and soles pierced the flesh, and the hard blocks of the bow-shaped shock absorbers broke the cement, but they felt no pain at all, and bullets continued to shoot out of the joints.

The sewage on rainy nights rushed over the steps.

John stood up and drove the motorcycle, constantly dodging existing and new debris.

Figures kept flashing beside him.

This group of lunatics have no regard for the use of Si'an Westan. They will use it as long as it can activate the prosthetic body. Some details have been fused, and the arc generated by the short circuit emits dazzling firelight.

Someone rushed up.

John sat down, lowered his body, took out his submachine gun and fired rapidly.

Ammunition bounced and sputtered in the narrow passage, blood and sparks rippled in the broken water.

He emptied the magazine, gripped the submachine gun and swept it across his waist. The new magazine that was electromagnetically attracted immediately fit.

【△25/50】

John raised his arm and fired again, using the advantage of reloading in seconds to force the two fastest cyber psychos back.

There were more maniacs chasing, shooting, and slashing.

They fell down after being shot, and then got up twitchingly. There seemed to be some inhuman force driving their bodies in the burning skin.

Strong engineering ligaments and high-explosion implants allow them to jump several meters even in water that covers their knees.

The motorcycle mirror flashes.

John turned his head and saw a grenade coming.

He was pressed to the brakes, turned sideways and pressed the motorcycle to the ground, dragging a narrow spark on the ground.

The air became stagnant.

Every drop of rain is clearly visible in the gray filter.

The two killers activated Si'an Westan to stick close to them, and the samurai swords in their hands turned into ghost images that were constantly superimposed.

John's prosthetic eye flashed, and he also activated Si'an Westan, and resumed action in a world of filters that was slowed down several times.

He leaned on the ground with one hand to dodge the execution, left the driver's seat of the motorcycle and dodged the bullet at a dangerous distance.

There are also good and bad differences in time-stop equipment.

These cyber maniacs are made of prosthetic bodies without considering compatibility and stability. Until now, some of them are still shaking out afterimages as if they were infected by a virus.

Two knifemen surrounded John.

He relied on the advantages of fighting chips and muscle bundles to perform a series of difficult dodges. Finally, he jumped up and turned over. One leg curled up with the help of inertia and suddenly exerted force.

[Chip: Brazilian war dance]

boom.

The sound of the collision was extremely dull.

The warrior wearing a shirt was kicked in the cheek, his cheekbones were immediately dented, and he quickly fell into the ditch.

Swah——

John squatted down after landing a flying kick, dodged the blade and rushed forward, picked up the other person's head and kept hitting his knee.

Time returned to normal flow rate.

The rainwater gathered again, accumulated and spread, splashing around with the blood.

Crunch, bang.

The naginata slid out and hit the wall. At the same time, two cybermaniacs fell into the turbulent ditch.

Those battles just now were compressed in the blink of an eye.

A slight heat ran down the spine of John's back, and it seemed to have reached a certain critical point after being used many times in a short period of time.

But based on past experience:
The prosthetic body can be used again before cooling down, but the cost is that the black light will be agitated and special inhibitors need to be taken afterwards.

John panted, but without stopping, he took out a rifle named [Nova].

There were small explosions all around.

He fired from his standard marching stance.

The rainwater sliding over the silver gun body was shaken off during the tremor of firing. The non-slip grip had an excellent touch. The electronic high-end sight connected to the prosthetic eye marked red outlines in the dim light.

[Module: Advanced penetration, burning ammunition]

John rarely uses "added effect" bullets.

Several lunatics closer were hit.

Flames immediately erupted from the injured area, and the connection part of the prosthetic body was still filled with arcs and thick smoke.

John kept firing and moving forward.

Once the rifle is empty of bullets, put it down and switch to the submachine gun - this thing's magnetic reloading is very convenient.

Tongues of flame cut through the smoke and thin curtain.

The roles of John and the pursuers are reversed.

The armed lunatics seemed to be frightened, roaring in the rain, and the implants on their bodies continued to lose control. The covers on the sides of their arms popped open, exposing the holes for the ammunition launchers.

The next second, the smart bullets swarmed in and exploded in flight.

The moment John stopped...

The mantis sword and the katana cut through the smoke at the same time.

(End of this chapter)