My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 146: The Magic Fog City
John could feel something poking his back, as if a naughty kid was playing, curious about the Swansea Westin embedded in his spine.

He turned around blankly, his mind still frozen, but he was so shocked by the scene before him that he muttered to himself.

The purple-red smoke rose into an ocean, and even the night sky was dyed with colorful neon lights, as if the whole world was shrouded in a vast halo of light, making everything dazzling and difficult to see.

Cartoon dolls loomed in the distance.

They looked very much like the mascots for cereal and drinks in TV commercials, spitting plastic-wrapped hard candies from their mouths, which occasionally landed on John's body, staining him with small bits of paint.

"What kind of weird game is this!?"

John raised his hands from the mist and found that he was holding an enlarged version of a champagne bottle. He subconsciously aimed it at the dolls, and the corks flew out at high speed to scatter them.

Sometimes the doll is quite hard and it takes several corks to make it go away.

John walked forward following the unknown game music, and punched those advertising mascots into cotton balls like he was shooting at a target.

"Wow!"

A synthetic meat stick suddenly emerged from the cloud.

It looked extremely ugly, like moldy synthetic food, and it was waving two long maggots around and whipping around.

John backed away from the sickening smell.

The purple-red smoke became darker, and the night sky turned black again. In the shadows, several pieces of spoiled food with red eyes were crawling. They all rushed up at a strange speed, as if trying to stuff part of their body into John's mouth.

He exclaimed and retreated, blocking with a champagne bottle.

The place where the meat strips collide with the glass will produce brilliant wine.

John killed a few pieces of rotten meat at close range, watched them get damaged, and finally collapsed to the ground with smelly water. Then he started the Swan Westin, threw away the bulky champagne bottle, and snatched a lollipop.

He stirred up the red and black mist, beating the broken things to pieces.

The food was smashed to pieces.

John felt sticky syrup falling on his body and felt a little nauseous. He roared and cleared the debris around him, but found a soda can spinning next to him.

It swelled and swelled and swelled and fizzed and…

Boom!
John and the smoke were blown away by the shock wave.

He stood up again with his vision spinning. The cliffs had disappeared, replaced by the cold skyscrapers of Eden City, casting dazzling neon lights in the night.

The glass curtain walls soared into the sky and connected together to block out the night.

The rain slanted down, penetrating the colorful night and falling on the twisted and crisscrossed gray asphalt road.

John stood at the intersection, the traffic lights flashing madly.

He raised his head to feel the rain washing over him, and saw an actress in a white dress walking out of the distorted big screen in the square. She was covered in a blue filter, and pixel particles occasionally flashed on the edge of her dress.

This is a holographic projection that is several dozen meters high.

She took a step and jumped, crossed the intersection, submerged herself in the surface of a tall building, and slid down the viaduct on her metal prosthetic limb with wheels.

Clap clap clap!

There was illusory, intermittent applause all around.

John only felt a pain in his shoulder, and at the moment the projection passed through, he was unexpectedly knocked by a shadow next to the trash can on the corner of the street.

“Hahahaha, higher!”

He struggled to stand up and saw a homeless man in the corner.

The guy was grinning lasciviously, his metal prosthetic eye flashing, his eyes fixed on the dancing skirt, his other hand still fiddling frantically under his crotch.

"Is this a party? Damn, I didn't bring any beer, I hope Du ordered enough chicks!"

The tramp's voice brought John back to reality in an instant.

He shook his head wildly.

Old Du, Du Raymond, was like a steel needle piercing deep into John's consciousness, instantly reminding him that this was the lair of the Rift Party.

The various magical scenes around began to shake, and in the blink of an eye they were covered with a scanning filter, turning into a turbulent stream of data connecting to the end of the sky.

A warning seemed to pop up before John's eyes.

For a moment...

He seemed to have gotten rid of the hallucinogenic drugs and returned to the depths of the cave, where he saw corpses all over the ground. And where the homeless man had been laughing wildly just now, there was only half a body and a distorted facial implant, as if it had been cut in half by something heavy.

John was slightly short of oxygen, his knees went weak and he fell to his knees and vomited. The "lollipop" in his hand turned into a heavy weapon made of a steel pipe and a metal anvil.

He gasped for breath as his stomach cramped, his hands waving and hitting the bottles and cans scattered around him. Hallucinogenic drugs continued to spray out of the filters, releasing insane smoke.

Purple-red smoke formed a faint vortex near the mouth and nose.

John raised his head, his eyes rolled back and he felt a sharp pain in his brain as if there was an electronic short circuit.

The artificial eye detected an error and a warning window popped up in the field of vision.

next second.

The illusion of a steel jungle enveloped the surroundings once again.

The silent high-rise buildings in the night blocked the view, and the heavy rain poured down again, and the dripping liquid turned into sticky blood.

Screams came.

The huge dancer that shuttled through the city reappeared, quickly dyed crimson by the rain, and her skirt was violently torn, revealing the bumpy artificial leather, which then quickly dissolved into liquid, exposing the deeper metal structure.

Until the subcutaneous armor was peeled off, the long hair melted in the rainy night, and huge electric arcs exploded from the gaps in the precision components.

She opened her mouth and let out a silent roar. Her huge body collapsed with a loud bang. The mechanical head, which was as big as a small building, looked like a semi-finished product on a doll assembly line. Its shell broke during the fall, and its eyeballs rolled down the viaduct, crashing through the telephone poles and vehicles.

The shocking scene reminded John of the intercity train that lost control and derailed, and he felt a great fear in his heart.

The moment he wavered...

The eyeball that emerged from the shell actually rushed straight towards him!
John rolled over and dodged without having time to look, but he could imagine the violent impact behind him through the vibration and sound.

He began running through the city alleys and found them filled with corpses. There were outcasts, gang thugs, black-hearted doctors, and corrupt gamblers, all of whom stretched out their bloody arms to try to keep John.

The walls extend to both sides.

The eyeball smashed through the obstacles and continued to rush towards John.

Red wires sprouted from its surface, with electric arcs forming at the ends, shooting out with a sharp explosion.

John flipped over with difficulty to avoid it, and the real heat and burning pain brushed past him.

The corpses scattered in the ruins of the city inexplicably stood up and raised their guns to shoot at him.

John had long since thrown away the heavy "lollipop" and pulled out his silenced pistol and the Speedster, charging into resistance, but his bullets had little effect on the corpses.

He urgently needed a main weapon. The strong desire and the threat of life and death made him temporarily break free from the stagnation of thought. While rolling, he tried to touch the ground for a rifle that he could use immediately.

But all he got were bottles, jars and broken limbs.

"Fake!"

John dodged another electric arc explosion, hid behind the shelter and slapped himself hard twice. With the help of brief pain and psychological suggestion, he finally got rid of the fantasy of the city on a rainy night.

He glanced around briefly and saw where Hercules was.

The smoke rolled in again.

The steel city emerged in the flashing of data turbulence.

John crashed into the "grocery store", penetrated the touchless window, rolled to the ground according to his memory, and picked up a rectangular mosaic.

He slid his palm towards the handle, the pad detected the intelligent module, countless signals were transmitted to the brain and the corresponding subroutine jumped out.

John stood up again and poured bullets at the "zombies" in the distance.

He rushed through the shop wall with unstoppable force, his cheek slightly distorted, the huge recoil and gun flames stirred up the thick fog and blew up the enemies in the distance.

The mechanical eyeball turned around and rushed towards John unstoppably. The bullet exploded on its surface, creating a red and gray mist. When it was about to collide, John activated the Swanwestin to roll to avoid it.

Rumbling--

The eyeball smashed the window and went straight through a building, changing direction in the air and extending more wires.

The electric current swept in like a thunderstorm.

John ran away swearing, and just when he was about to be run over, an intercity train suddenly rushed out from the side.

It is a public transportation that travels between high-rise buildings.

The metal track continues to spread forward, and at the end is a mosaic, condensing out of the illusion and constantly accelerating.

The heavy carriage was suspended below and came roaring. The metal front of the car directly knocked over the mechanical eyeball and crashed it into an extremely solid building. The rumbling carriage followed closely behind and sank into the smoke and dust.

Explosions continued to occur, and thick smoke waves covered everything.

Something was stopping that thing?
"Ah go, hiss——"

John suddenly felt a tingling pain and looked down at his wrist. There was a gradually decreasing fluorescent light on the electronic bracelet, as if he was being injected with drugs.

He knelt down and vomited acid.

Various drugs gather in the body, and different signals stimulate the brain, as if a war has broken out in the body.

John wiped away his physical tears and saw the rubble and mud, the corpses scattered all over the ground, and the cave walls that were gradually stabilizing after shaking.

【……*%&￥John, John! 】

"Ahem, huh~ I, I fucking heard it... Huh, fuck..."

John finally woke up completely.

Meiya's voice came through the team channel.

[Damn it, you almost exploded! Damn it, I've never met a guy with such low drug resistance. Don't mercenaries drink energy drinks and stimulants as if they were water? Your body is really weird. You can easily overdose on healing potions and combat stimulants! ]

Maya can remotely monitor John's values ​​through the bracelet. She saw from the portable device that his head was all red, indicating overstimulation of the cortex, until the drug injection just now brought the values ​​down to a safe zone.

[I found the member of the Damascus camp you mentioned. Unfortunately, one of them died from a serious gunshot wound. His body was handled very cleanly, and the other one has already joined you.]

John looked towards the location of the explosion in his hallucination.

That "mechanical eyeball" is actually a heavy armored vehicle.

The models that major companies specialize in for armed escort have incredibly thick armor, and are equipped with alloy corners and explosion-proof panels on the bumpers.

It was hit from the side by a large engineering vehicle at this time, and the six tires were lifted off the ground through the lifting structure, making it firmly "embedded" in the rock wall.

The person in the driver's seat was the member of the Damascus camp.

John looked out the window and saw:

A dark-skinned man wearing a baseball cap pulled the bolt, then quickly operated the electronic instrument, pushed the door open and disappeared amid the roar of the engine.

After a while.

He bent down and jogged over from behind the starting construction vehicle.

The two sides gradually closed the distance.

John noticed more and more details - the signature faded baseball cap, the mixed-race brown skin, the bearded cheeks.

He had indeed seen the other in the camp.

Simon.

I think it’s called this name?
When the Silver Port was besieging Ironfoot Kumbu, Simon also attended the core combat meeting and led a convoy alone. He was the youngest of all the group leaders present and had a very good relationship with Talia.

"John, are you okay?"

Simon was already approaching with John's lost tactical belt, which contained Hercules' special magazine, and no one knew when it had fallen.

"Listen, man, we gotta get out of here, that damn iron box is modified like shit, but there's real stuff inside..."

Simon urged John to run while speaking, and looked back at the wall.

At this moment, a loud noise came from the armored vehicle, as if a trapped beast was trying to escape from the cage.

"Where is Lao Du?"

John demanded.

Before Simon could speak, Maya's answer came through the audio.

[Shit, he's in the armored car! John, get the fuck out.]

John and Simon had already rushed to the parking lot. They had no time to look for the car keys. They each picked an unlocked motorcycle, then stepped on the accelerator and sped off down the gentle slope one after another.

Rumbling--

Behind them was engulfed in flames.

"WTF? What is that?!"

John exclaimed and looked in the rearview mirror, then saw a vector engine aircraft flying through the thick smoke.

[Vehicle: Rafale Vector Transport [Standard]]

[Scan: 35mm automatic cannon]

Blue flames spurted out of its tail, and the gun barrels on its modified wings rose up, with pale yellow bullets flashing continuously.

Searchlights were constantly being blown up in the tunnel, rubble was flying, and smoke and bright yellow fire lines extended all the way along the main road.

"Fuck, what the hell is going on!?"

[Gather by your car. I'm going to find something useful in these guys' arsenal. Don't get killed on the way!]

Meiya fell silent after she finished speaking. She must have been running as well.

[Mission target update]

[Arrived at the meeting point alive. (Not achieved)]

[Make sure Simon survives. (optional)]

John stepped on the accelerator, flew up the cliff along the collapsed concrete piles, and quickly passed through a narrow bend.

Simon followed closely behind at about the same speed.

Most of the wanderers are experienced drivers.

He wore a blood-stained dark green vest, two metal prosthetic arms, and a circle of alphabetical tattoos around his neck.

It is said to be a famous rock playlist of the last century.

Transport planes were bombing indiscriminately from behind.

John and his friends' motorcycle suddenly made a sound.

[EMP energy storage warning detected, 71%, 88%, 94%...]

The electromagnetic pulse vibrated on the inner wall of the pipeline, starting from the aircraft, and the street lights along the way exploded like candles being blown out.

The sides of the motorcycle were covered in sparks.

Its smart brakes and accelerator all failed, and it could only switch to the extremely ineffective assisted handbrake mode, losing power at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour in the abandoned cave full of gravel and dim light.

"OH, DM!"

"Fake!"

Simon and John exclaimed at the same time.

(End of this chapter)