My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 145: Bandits

Hercules launched a counterattack under a hail of bullets, and a bunch of blood flowers bloomed with a roar that made the eardrums ring.

These hideous looking fellows have transformed themselves into monsters.

John even had a thought in a trance that he seemed to be playing a heavy-duty horror VR game.

Meiya had investigated the Rift Party beforehand.

The tastes of this group of perverts became increasingly severe. Led by Lao Du, they began to engage in prosthetic limb worship, publicly executing and abusing their victims, and filming them as illegal chip source files.

They frantically replace every inch of their original flesh and blood, viewing cyberpsychosis as a joke of weakness and collapse.

Whoever is unlucky will die.

No one would sigh or feel afraid. Instead, they would pick up weapons and hunt down their former companions, then stand on their corpses and laugh at their bad luck.

Meiya not only selected weapons specifically, but also specially equipped them with bullets with special effects.

They will stack damage inside the enemy's body as they attack, and once the threshold is reached, the toxic substances in the implants will be directly detonated.

The more heavily modified the enemy, the more obvious the effect.

John pushed forward with his gun.

He saw with his own eyes:
A member of the Fissure Party was beaten to a pulp, his flesh and blood flying around, his bulletproof vest was torn like corrugated cardboard by a cat under the gunfire, electric arcs burst out from around the metal joints, and as his heart stopped beating, the implants began to accumulate and collapse rapidly and exploded directly!

John walked amid the hail of bullets like a god of death.

He finally understood why both the Haven and the Company attached great importance to intelligence and logistics management? Choosing the right weapons and ammunition would really make the killing on the spot outstanding!

In a moment, the smoke and blood mist accumulated into a thick fog.

boom--

John was hit by a bullet in the side of the head.

"Fake!"

He was dizzy from the ricocheting bullets, but he gritted his teeth and cleared out the enemies approaching him, then retreated to the bunker before his magazine ran out of bullets again.

Click.

John pushed aside the slightly warm metal box, and the empty magazine, emitting white smoke, knocked several times on the gravel.

Gudong, Gudong.

The chest is beating like a drum.

The heartbeat seemed to cover up the sound of metal friction.

John could feel the body armor growing heavier, as if every crevice was being stuffed with ammunition.

"Whoo~"

The inner wall of the mask was covered with water mist.

John tried to blink away the sweat that had accumulated on his brow.

He had waded through deadly muddy water many times, but the feeling of facing it head-on like this was quite unfamiliar.

The bullet hit the body armor. It was like an infuriating punch.

John rushed out of cover for the third time.

He felt his adrenaline surge, flesh and blood flying before his eyes, and the image of Nando standing at the Silver Port inexplicably emerged in his mind, with the same heroic feeling of being strafed in the face by a multi-barreled heavy machine gun.

It is inevitable to think of his tragic final state.

As soon as Maya saw John appear, she immediately retreated into the shelter, used obstacles to change positions in the dim environment, and electronically marked the reinforcements of the Rift Party one by one.

John had emptied both magazines by this time.

The firepower near the tunnel entrance had been severely weakened.

He pulled the trigger and trotted to find his target, his eyes following the scattered mining lamps and passing through the temporary sheds, lattice stairs, gravel main roads...

The interior of the cave is actually quite spacious.

Each area is connected by tunnels, and the load-bearing structures are even built into platforms and towers, with cranes and unknown equipment integrated into the boulders.

The Rift Party has called for reinforcements.

Boxes were piled up everywhere, their surfaces covered with grease.

Heavily modified lunatics came out of the darkness in twos and threes, then poked their heads out from behind various cover and fired.

[Mission target update]

[Clear the rift party and recruit more members. (Not achieved)]

John was shot again.

He first staggered to a stop, as if his bulletproof vest had reached its limit, and then he immediately broke into a run, beginning to shoot efficiently and accurately with the help of cover.

A red data stream extends from the dark platform.

Meiya gave the new coordinates and reminded them.

[Sniper, John, we can't resist any longer! ]

hum-

A dark green filter immediately covered John's field of vision.

He activated the Sian Westin and tactical scans at the same time. The data grid of the Messiah's artificial eye spread out, extending to the end of the field of vision, and then sank into the buildings and mountains.

The red data stream solidified.

The sniper shot.

All the roar became chaos.

John clearly saw the tail of the armor-piercing bullet.

He dodged the sniper attack, took two running steps, slid behind the cover on the smooth gravel road, released the time stop, raised the barrel of the gun, aimed at a nearby minion who hadn't reacted yet, and pulled the trigger.

Dadada, bang!
The bullet nearly cracked his ribs.

A bloody mist with a fishy smell covered the bulletproof helmet.

boom!
The sniper's bullets landed at the same time.

Out of the corner of his eye, John saw a concrete pier being shot out.

Data flashed in his prosthetic eye, and he raised Hercules, his fingers deftly sweeping across the chute, switching it to smart mode and connecting it to the auxiliary aiming system.

next second.

John pressed his face against the broad scope.

His field of vision was synchronized with the gun, automatically searching and focusing through the high-power lens - the dim platform suddenly became clear, as if it was very close, and at the very edge there was a circle of mosaic produced by the focus that was gradually loading.

The sniper is a man in leather with bulging eyes.

His face was inlaid with metal cones and silver ornaments all over, and the heat dissipation slits of the black visor showed through his slightly ferocious expression.

John pulled the trigger.

The barrel of Hercules' gun no longer roared, but made a buzzing sound, and the electromagnetic bullet was compressed and shot out.

The blue electric arc fine-tuned its trajectory in the air, gradually covering the sniper's gradually distorted face.

Puff puff!

John was still pulling the trigger rapidly.

Hercules in Smart Mode can automatically aim, and can also trigger bullet effects, stacking them inside the target's body, detonating the toxic substances in the implant when killed.

No more targets were found within the field of view.

Meiya held the rifle in her hand and lowered her body to approach.
John opened the hot metal magazine to replace the magazine, made sure there were no enemies around for the time being, and then impatiently took off his bulletproof helmet.

Beads of sweat flowed out along the ends of his stiff hair, and his entire head was emitting white smoke under the lighting fixture.

He gasped and tore off the Velcro on his bulletproof vest, pulling the damn thing off his neck.

Its high-fiber mesh and alloy inserts were badly damaged, and the impact-absorbing material was covered with bullets, which landed on the gravel road and splashed dust.

There were corpses all around.

The air was filled with a sour smell mixed with rust.

[Mission target update]

[Looking for Du Raymond. (Not achieved)]

"Damn, what is this?"

John seemed to have found the source of the strange smell. The cement barriers with red and yellow warning tapes around them were broken during the battle, and a tied-up body was poured inside.

"Old Du uses this method to punish betrayers, or more precisely, the unlucky ones who fail to keep up with the crazy pace of the Rift Party."

Meia and John walked deeper into the tunnel while chatting. They passed through the fork created by the metal supports and saw tire tracks everywhere. The left and right sides were filled with cable drums and mobile light sources.

Jeeps and motorcycles were parked against the wall.

The Rift Party member who was in charge of guarding this place has just been killed. The size of the enemy can be predicted through the vehicles on the scene. In addition to the minions that Lao Du temporarily summoned, there are probably more than twenty confidants in it.

【Time: 18:06】

"We have to hurry up, otherwise we will have to face off against most of the Rift Party in Eden City. Even the ECPD..."

Meiya suddenly stopped chattering, raised her foot with a frown, and slowly raised her eyes along the ruts under her feet.

"Hold on, looking at the tire marks and diameter, it's most likely an armored vehicle with a thick explosion-proof alloy barrier. We need to move quickly."

Meiya led John and continued to move forward.

She kept her brows furrowed, as if she was re-planning. After all, this time they did not carry any heavy firepower against the vehicles.

The dome gradually widened until a sinkhole appeared. The mountain, which had been trimmed by heavy machinery, was more rounded, and was inlaid with various metal supports and electric wires running throughout.

John saw the gray night of Eden City through the gap.

The tunnel suddenly became cool.

The gravel road is spacious and undulating, with searchlights of different sizes scattered or inserted diagonally on the ground at regular intervals. The rest of the larger areas are covered with fluorescent graffiti of varying sizes.

"Wait a minute, do you smell anything?"

John smelled a pungent aroma from some chemical raw material in the air, which slightly burned his nasal mucosa and made the inner wall itch uncontrollably. He even started to have a runny nose after taking a few more breaths.

Meiya frowned, but was not surprised. She took it as a matter of course and quickly took out two tubes of reagents from her tactical belt.

“Psychedelic drugs.”

She guided John to the correct spot to inject, explaining as she did so.

Each gang in Eden City will be involved in the illegal drug business, and even have certain characteristics and distinguish themselves from their competitors.

John suddenly remembered that Mr. Vito had exchanged Gino's life for the intercepted drug raw materials of the Owl Town Gang.

He asked casually, not knowing what he was thinking about.

“Are the raw materials universal?”

"Some parts can be used, but the specific formula and proportion are usually controlled by the top gang members."

Maya collected the empty potion shell and gave instructions to John.

Du Raymond wanted to imitate the big gangs and produce special drugs to help the Rift Party gain a foothold and propaganda in Eden City, but this idiot and his unreliable accomplices only knew how to pursue the craziest effects.

The medicine Maya prepared can only protect John's brain. Long-term inhalation will still cause hallucinations to varying degrees.

"No matter what crazy scene you see, the best thing to do is to kill everything that can move. Make a quick decision. I'm going to rescue the hostages and steal the equipment containing the transaction information."

Before she left, she put a metal wristband on John.

There is a remote receiver and a syringe in there, which will help John regain consciousness when the job is done and it's time to retreat.

"Then we'll run away, got it?"

After confirming with him, Maya climbed up the metal building, walked along the iron mesh corridor and disappeared in the roar of the power generation equipment.

Inside the abandoned mining site tunnel.

Purple-red smoke gradually spread over the gravel and black wires until a pair of boots stepped out of the vacuum area.

John, wearing the dust-proof scarf given by Nando, held up the Hercules and looked around vigilantly, while carefully controlling his footsteps to avoid stepping on the metal cans with skull icons on the surface that were used to release smoke.

Rock music was deafening.

John was the first to notice a few awake members of the Rift Party, shouting and running through the thick smoke and laser beams. They were the guards of the sentry area and vehicle parking area, and they were rushing to report, but found that not many of them were awake.

"Hoo, hoo~"

John clung to the shadows, holding onto the wall with his hands, feeling his head and lower body becoming uncontrollably hot and swollen.

He tried to stay awake, but he felt inexplicably excited.

"WTF?"

The fluorescent paintings superimposed everywhere on the wall suddenly became clear.

Most of the large graffiti featured themes such as demons and prosthetic fetishes, while the rest were just meaningless swear words and splashes of color.

boom!
The dull sound of gunfire rang out one after another, making my heart numb.

John caught a glimpse of a black spot suddenly appearing on the wall, followed by a second and a third, like a black tattoo that bloomed one after another. It was not until the gravel and dust splashed into the corner of his eyes and caused stinging that he suddenly realized:
This is fucking eye-catching!

Someone is shooting at me!

John turned and rolled to the side, hiding behind a rock, his head regaining some clarity from the intense movement.

[Subcutaneous armor: 87%]

I was shot in the back at least twice.

What good luck! If the bullet had hit the back of his head, John’s short career as a mercenary would probably have ended there.

"Fuck you, bitch!"

Da da da!
The fear and anger of surviving the disaster exploded in my heart.

John suddenly stood up, roared, and swept the Clarks furiously - the numbness and heat wave spread wildly from the heart to his limbs, breaking through the chaos and numbness, and his entire consciousness was engulfed by the invisible rage.

wow——

Empty clips rained down around them.

They scattered "silently" around, with their tail smoke drawing crisscross arcs.

John's fingers seemed to be welded to the trigger. The prosthetic hand had a special tendon for shooting, which was twitching like a runaway spring.

The members of the Rift Party had already rushed to the front, and all of them widened their eyes because of his flash, and then they were bombarded with bullets.

At this time, John rushed into the thick fog with the "meat grinder".

Gun smoke gushed out from the metal spikes and cracks in the artificial leather of the Rift Party, and dark red blood splattered on the ground unscrupulously.

Electric arcs, screams, and sporadic flames intertwined, and occasionally a corpse fell, stirring up the purple-red haze.

John felt it was getting quieter and quieter.

A ringing in his ears became noticeable at some point, and when he noticed it, he could no longer hear the deafening gunshots and screams.

John lowered his head again and found that the shaking speed of the gun barrel had slowed down and his arm could not even feel the recoil.

Sian Westin was activated.

John felt that his thinking speed had slowed down countless times. His body was still moving subconsciously in the time-stopped world, but his brain could not react.

brush--

A mantis knife cut his cheek.

A burning pain spread through the flesh.

This gave John a moment of clarity, and he saw a madman with his eye sockets transformed into red electronic devices, drooling and standing face to face with him in a flying posture.

Black spikes protruded from both sides of his nose, and two vampire-like metal fangs stood out from his mouth full of yellow teeth.

The scarlet inset visor resembles a red spider.

John dodged and slid sideways as he watched - a small part of the opponent's mantis blade was embedded in the rock wall. He tried to twist his body and flutter with his other hand, and then he was turned into a meat paste.

John tasted a hint of rust in his mouth.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had pulled the trigger. When he looked up again...

The wall in front of me was covered with splattered flesh.

The neon-colored spray painting was soaked in blood, becoming a mess amidst the countless drops of blood, but the graffiti lines actually became vivid because of it.

next second.

The evil ghost image floated up with laughter.

"Damn it, I must be crazy."

John muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)