My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 136: Burning in Broken Dreams

John raced down Bignam Boulevard.

On the way, he called Scissors and relayed what he saw in the apartment.

[…Damn, this idiot must be going crazy, huh~ Let me think about what he will do, wait, let’s go to the city center! ]

Scissors screamed on the phone.

John heard some clanking noises coming from the other side - probably the shop door was closing in a hurry.

[Mission target update]

[Go to the shop [Scipios]. (Not reached)]

Scipios is Plato’s luxury clothing brand, which is the name of the store that plagiarized the brothers’ designs.

John stepped on the accelerator and drove across the inter-district bridge.

The strong wind pushed down the collar and shoulders of the coat, but as the speed increased, the clothes became more fitted.

For an experienced driver like John...

Wind resistance and balance will affect the feel of overtaking and cornering, but I didn't expect Edward to take even such details into consideration.

The commercial street is in sight.

The glass walls of the high-rise buildings turned pale, the streets gradually became prosperous and crowded, the citizens were silent, and the engines of the hovercrafts were roaring overhead...

John drove RCH through the traffic.

Suddenly, sirens were heard all around, as if some kind of commotion disturbed the indifference and numbness in the city.

Red and blue flashes floated in the pale sun.

John saw two heavily armored patrol cars passing through the viaduct, followed by a black drone.

He received a no-entry notice when he crossed Chengxin Plaza.

Something fucking happened.

John frowned slightly, looking at the police cars and drones, praying that it had nothing to do with Edward.

There is congestion on the road ahead.

John rode his motorcycle onto the auxiliary road and stepped on the accelerator between the fire hydrant and the billboard. The sound of the engine was like a wild beast out of control, forcing passers-by around him to make way.

He returned to the road and continued to accelerate.

The number of police cars around is increasing.

The dispatch center gathered a group of patrol cars, all heading in the direction of Scipios.

Congestion becomes more evident.

There was an explosion at Chengxin Plaza, thick smoke filled the air between the tall buildings, and a news radio station's drone flew over the traffic, causing a chorus of honking and roaring greetings from road-rage drivers.

The motorcycles were forced to slow down.

[Contact-Barry Kitt[Voice call]]

John called Barry to check on the situation in the city.

[…You ask what happened? Damn, a madman shot the security guard in the street, rushed into the store and set it on fire. It is suspected that there are explosives. The police have surrounded the scene. There are still several hostages in the store…]

"Fake!"

John was already disappointed.

He was about to hang up when Barry stopped him.

[Don't get too close, the police officer is injured, and we have requested support from the special operations team. It will take at most five minutes. No matter what your relationship is with that guy inside, he's dead!]

"I'll subdue him before SAT gets here."

John replied perfunctorily.

Barry was still trying to persuade.

[Don't be naive, man, this doesn't make sense...]

The call was hung up.

John drifted and braked hard to a stop on the corner.

He used brute force to push aside the onlookers and saw the electronic warning tape.

Vehicles overturned on the road.

The street lights were broken.

The police officers, fully armed, stood amidst the charred and broken glass on the ground; the sniper was on standby but did not shoot.

【Shop-Scipios[Plato]】

The windows were blackened by thick smoke, the billboards were crackling with electricity, and screams and explosions could be heard from inside from time to time.

“Stay back!”

"Keep your distance, this place is already..."

"Damn it! Stop!"

……

John walked through the electronic cordon.

The moving column made a loud noise.

The surrounding police officers tried to stop them and were even ready to draw their guns to intercept them. The sniper fired warning shots at the ground.

John activated the Swansea and passed through the blockade area.

The shop was dimly lit.

The usually sharp-tongued shopping guide huddled behind the bar. A customer saw John break in and wanted to stand up and call for help, but was immediately pushed back into cover by his companion next to him.

The situation in the store was dire:

The exhibition stands were knocked over, fire was everywhere, and the models were covered in thick black smoke...

The corridor was filled with pools of blood.

The bodyguard on duty was a tall and muscular man in a suit. He had been beaten to a bloody pulp, and blue and red police lights shone through the smoke onto the body.

Edward stood at the back of the store.

He was wearing the black Lone Wolf windbreaker, his eyeballs had been transformed into red tactical sunglasses, his head was tilted to the left, saliva and snot were flowing, and he would twitch from time to time.

John walked lightly and slowly around to the front.

"…Fuck, what did you do?"

Both of Edward's arms were embedded with machine guns, and an ammunition launcher was exposed on his chest. Smoke was coming out of his ribs. The explosion that had just occurred was from here.

He turned himself into a walking cannon.

Edward straightened his neck, his mouth twitched, and unclear words mixed with saliva came out.

The shop was almost turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The flames were about to spread to the building next door, and it was impossible to hear what he was saying amid all the noise.

John turned the translator capture rate to the highest setting.

Several words come into view.

【fraud. 】

【mine. 】

【give me back.】

John followed his gaze and looked over:
The sunken part of the wall had been burned into ruins, the metal display racks and gorgeous costumes had turned into fuel, arcs were bursting from the fluorescent screen, and at the bottom there was a nameplate with the name of the series.

I could still vaguely make out the name of Kafi Kro.

Edward's eyes flashed red, and then a burst of bullets swept across the damaged wall. John squatted down to avoid it.

There was another mechanical sound coming from Edward's chest.

Micro-explosives spewed out from the gaps between his ribs. Although the speed was slow, they released high temperatures when they landed on the ground and could even melt holes in a small area. Then the holes spewed high-temperature shrapnel around like fireworks.

The killing range is too large.

John activated the Swansea to create distance.

Time was slowed down countless times.

Edward waved his arms wildly, as if he was in a hallucination, and had no idea that his "fingers" were spitting out ammunition.

He was still talking to his hallucinatory brother.

[You are such a shark, scissors and materials can all peel off! ]

[I think it should be bright yellow, with bright satin, she will be stunningly beautiful in it.]

[I want some silicon carbide coating. Is it out of stock? 】

Edward was mumbling something to himself, having a conversation with an imaginary person, his bare feet stepping on the broken glass, his blood leaving darker areas in the charred wreckage.

[It’s damn dark in the warehouse. I guess the electricity bill has already been paid! ]

[I'll go look outside. The item must be on the shelf. I swear it's not used up yet...]

Edward suddenly laughed.

Brown-red blood spurted out of his mouth, and the leather on his ribs burned due to the high temperature.

"Edward!"

"Stop it, you idiot!"

John shouted and ran out from behind the cover.

Edward had opened his arms, combusted himself amid the flying ammunition, and then ran towards the store door.

Toot, toot—

The suffocating sound of alarms echoed outside the shops.

The special operations team's hovercraft arrived at the scene, and the hurricane force winds from its vector engine even bent the smoke and flames.

Scarlet projections covered the streets.

Edward rushed out of the door without noticing, and was beaten into a pulp by the onboard gun barrel in an instant.

He seemed to melt in a rain.

John didn't even have time to see the process clearly before he felt a flame being ruthlessly extinguished, and the embers turned into a pool of sticky substance in the pit filled with ammunition.

"Huh, huh..."

He stood there in a daze.

SAT, wearing heavy armor, walked slowly into the shop.

[Scan detected, biometric information verification in progress...]

The fully armed special operations team members surrounded John, and it seemed that some of them were reporting and communicating in real time. They put down their weapons after confirming that he showed no signs of attacking.

John's mind was a little confused.

The special operations team began taking statements from store clerks and customers.

The victims vividly described what happened today, an ordinary day like an encounter with cyberpsychosis, and while they considered themselves unlucky, they expressed their gratitude for having survived the calamity.

John frowned and sat on the sofa, looking down the passage:
The security guard was put in a body bag. It was just an ordinary day to punch in and get paid. Who could have thought that a madman would run to Chengxin Plaza and set fire to the store where he was standing guard?

Edward was surrounded by police tape.

He did not leave behind an intact body, and his body parts were all in the crater. Police officers would deliberately avoid the hot mud under their feet when passing by.

"Sir, look at me, routine questioning."

The special operations team member spoke up to remind John.

Their uniforms bear the SAT logo and half of their faces are covered by multi-functional information tactical helmets.

John said nothing.

The scan results showed that these guys were covered in super-specification prosthetics, complete cyberpsychopaths.

"I have the right to question you, please cooperate..."

They are efficient and decisive in their work and speak with clear logic, which is completely different from the cops who take advantage of the situation.

John was in a daze for a long time.

The highest-ranking officer in the line came over and signaled the clerks and customers who had finished taking the statements to leave.

She is the only woman in the squad.

"Excuse me, do you know the target of this operation?"

"Ah."

John raised his head and looked into six tactical eyepieces, not knowing where to focus his vision.

She lowered her voice and spoke in a cold tone.

"If you have concerns about law enforcement, consider fighting back with violence..."

"Sorry What?"

John almost didn't react.

The female officer from the special operations team took half a step forward, raised her head and spoke in a very strange tone.

"I know you are armed. If you don't obey, you can shoot any of us."

She spoke in a very soft voice, put away the recording device, and there was even a hint of bewitchment and excitement in her tone.

"Pull the trigger. It's simple."

"Fake."

John took a half step back in surprise.

The female officer suddenly changed her tone and repeated the first sentence as a matter of routine.

"I have the right to question you, please cooperate..."

There is indeed something wrong with these guys.

Fortunately, a shout was heard outside the shop.

"Hey Sir!"

The policeman wearing sunglasses came in and told the SAT officer next to him that John was one of their own and that he needed to report back to the headquarters immediately.

He was taken away in a daze.

John walked out of the store and the police officer pushed him back to the edge of the cordon.

[Contact-Barry Kitt [unread message]]

[I'll send someone to get you out, get out of here right away. The SAT are a bunch of dangerous legal lunatics. If they don't kill enough, you'll be in big trouble.]

The streets have been cleared.

Two lanes were left outside the cordon.

John saw reporters broadcasting the event live.

Cyber ​​psychopathic murders happen every day, but this time the incident happened in Chengxin Plaza, which is more likely to attract attention. Reporters began discussing public safety issues in front of the camera.

John was getting ready to leave.

The scissors came out from nowhere.

(End of this chapter)