My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 160: Mole

John held the gun and thought for several seconds, then finally sighed, dropped his hand, frowned and asked.

"for you."

He put Charlie on his shoulders.

Pires must have neglected exercise, or maybe he was nervous, because his calves trembled slightly when he carried the girl, but he pursed his lips and said nothing because he felt that John had tacitly agreed to his suggestion.

"Take him downstairs, next to the steam and laundry room. There is a half-open door and inside are all the kidnapped girls."

John slipped his keys into the outside pocket of his leather jacket.

"I'm going to do something upstairs, wait for me there."

After he finished giving the order, he pulled out a silenced pistol, took Pire out of the room and returned to the elevator area. At this time, the elevator was slowly rising and the metal sliding doors opened to both sides.

A light source suddenly appeared in the dim corridor.

Pire, carrying an unconscious girl on his shoulders, ran head-on into the Owl Town Gang security guard who was patrolling the floor.

[Hey, you guys... (Japanese)]

He was tall and strong, with shoulders spread out so wide that he took up three-quarters of the elevator space. He was wearing a yellow vest, a dark green shirt, and sunglasses on his face that emitted colorful light.

John seemed to have anticipated this, and the moment the other party opened his mouth, he pulled out his pistol and fired three shots.

[Ah! Asshole... (Japanese)]

The sturdy man was about to fall down with one hand covering his crotch. Before he could adjust the direction of the submachine gun in one hand, his sunglasses were broken, revealing his wide-open eyes.

John walked quickly forward, closed the distance, and quickly fired two more shots at his eyes.

The bullet penetrated the skull, killing him.

John dragged the body skillfully, picked the nearest room, swiped his pass, threw it in, locked the door and was done.

The elevator was opened again.

Pires followed in trepidatiously, and suddenly felt that the girl on his shoulder was not so heavy anymore. He stood next to John and did not dare to speak. For a moment, the only sound coming from the LCD screen was the advertising sound.

Ding--

【Floor: Basement -1】

John silently reloaded his gun, checked the ammunition, and observed the surrounding situation through the closed-circuit camera.

"Get moving, I need to hurry."

As he spoke, he tilted his head to signal Pire to go out, and he took the elevator again to the VIP theme room on the top floor.

The thugs from the Xiaocheng Gang have already started patrolling, and the situation at the Fire Control Center will soon be discovered.

[Mission target update]

[Find and kill the mole. (Optional)]

[Leave Fusheng Kyoto Club safely. (Not achieved)]

Ding--

The metal elevator doors opened again.

The advertising sound stopped abruptly, and a faint fragrance echoed in the corridor, which would make your blood boil if you smell it for a long time, and the black and red soundproof mats felt very soft underfoot.

The rooms on the VIP floor are more spacious, and each has a theme, with richer holographic projection and lighting systems, which can meet the needs of high-end customers with higher and more sophisticated demands.

There are even fewer people patrolling here.

Biometric scanning, bracelet and order verification are required for entry and exit. Unless the customer makes an additional alarm, even the additional items are transported up by the machine via a small elevator.

Excellent privacy.

The Xiaocheng Gang's place is very strict on details, but at the same time, it is confident to the point of being arrogant in terms of security.

John had already taken control of the security system. Electronic scans and automatic alarms meant nothing to him. Standing at the elevator entrance and looking back at the camera, he knew that the mole had taken the girl to room six.

Holographic dancers twisted their bodies in the aisles, with different hairstyles and imaginative clothes.

If the izakayas opened by Japanese people are more Japanese in style, then their sex doll clubs cater to customers who like other cultures.

John stood at the door of the room and activated the security system.

The light of the metal sheet No. 06 switched from red to green, the dark wall instantly split apart, the sound insulation disappeared, the smell of blood hit us, and a rough male voice stopped abruptly.

[Name: Shaguli Sasarova [Mole]]

[Force: Ghoul]

[Reward: Organ trafficking, multiple murders, illegal imprisonment, etc.]

Mole is a man of Nordic descent, taller than he appears in the photo.

He was wearing leather suspenders that exposed his navel, his upper body was naked, a black half-mask was on his head, and both hands were covered with rubber gloves of the same color. His pair of artificial eyes emitted streams of light in the dark environment, and he seemed to be talking to someone and complaining...

The Mole turned around in shock.

His mouth, revealing his short, thick blond beard, was slightly open, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by gunshots. With a scream and severe pain, he fell next to a huge display stand.

It was an X-shaped rack made of mahogany, with a wall behind it inlaid with various tools.

The chandelier cast a beam of light, illuminating the mole's pale face.

John pulled out the data cable and immediately plugged it into the room's control panel, a dark wave flashing through his mind.

[Fusheng Kyoto-VIP06 room system (hackered)]

The metal soundproof door closed again.

John ignored the other party's screams and searched around the room calmly. During the process, he kept the gun aimed at the mole and fired two shots in a row, hitting the other party's left thigh and right knee respectively.

John used black light to control the privacy parameters in the room to the maximum. The communication signals disappeared instantly, the sound insulation effect was maximized, and nothing could be heard in the corridor.

The mole screamed with his eyes wide open, calling out a name, and the communication that was just going on was cut off.

John checked his way to the bedside.

Here lies a naked girl.

The entire bed sheet was soaked in blood, and the pillow was covered with flower petals, surrounded by a pair of eyes full of fear.

He took two steps back.

Glow sticks were scattered around the bed, forming some kind of symbol. John's prosthetic eye flickered, and he noticed a large rendering device on the top of the room, with a filming program running inside.

He entered the backstage through the room system and saw the video of the crime process - the mole was just filming illegal super-sensory chip material. According to the temporary mailbox in the room, he also knew that in addition to being a ghoul, he was also a director of banned films.

John deleted everything and looked away.

The mole was already crawling towards the door, tears streaming down his face, dragging a long crimson trail across the ground.

John suddenly lost the desire to ask questions.

"No, no, no, ah——"

The scream did not get out.

After a moment, the metal sliding door opened again.

John shook off his briefly rinsed hands, raised the hood of his work jacket, and checked the ammunition status of Silence.

He was about to leave when he remembered that he had to give Barry the evidence, so he turned around and activated the camera function of his prosthetic eye.

"Say... Eggplant, asshole."

The pupils flickered several times to freeze the picture:
The Mole sat slumped on the bed with bleeding limbs, his blood-red eyes widened as wide as possible, his neck raised, and a metal cylinder stuck in his throat.

John stopped in the elevator car.

The elevator doors closed and fell downwards.

The mole's death might alert the emergency team, and the person he calls before his death might also bring unexpected consequences. Now the escape will be calculated in minutes or even seconds.

John returned to the basement and walked out quickly, looking around.

He immediately saw the Carlomon truck that brought him here.

The transport driver named Xiong Ze had just fastened his seat belt with a signed folder in his hand. When he turned his head, he saw a familiar face appear next to the driver's seat.

[…Damn it. (Japanese)]

He blurted out, raised his hands weakly, and got out of the car very cooperatively according to John's instructions.

"I told you, you can earn tips."

John grabbed a handful of blood-stained financial chips from his pocket, which he had just searched out from the Mole's VIP room. He stuffed them directly into the other party's pocket without counting the specific amount.

As soon as Xiong Ze put the money into his inner pocket, his eyes turned white.

boom!
John knocked him out with the butt of his gun and dragged him to the guard's body, pretending it was a missed kill.

He went to the steam and washing room.

Pires was blocking the door, holding a metal crowbar that he had gotten from somewhere, and he lowered his voice and yelled at the hostages.

"...Shut up, idiot, and stop crying. Do you want us all to be buried with you?"

As soon as Pires untied the chains, the girls began to try to escape or curl up and scream, like lambs out of control.

It took him a lot of effort to control the situation. He was sweating profusely and was so nervous that he almost went crazy.

boom--

Muffled gunshots rang out in the room.

The bullet hit the chain, sending up yellow sparks, and the restless girls nearby some screamed, some cowered, and some ran...

John appeared at the door.

He coldly grabbed a man, put his gun to his lips, turned his head and used his eyes to drive away the other two who were approaching.

The quiet hostages were released.

John raised the barrel of his gun, pointed it at the person who was still screaming, and made a hole in the wall near the other person's head. He followed suit and continued to suppress the sound with violence wherever there was one.

The sheep finally huddled together in front of the hungry wolf.

"Listen, I don't want to save any of you, and I don't want to risk my life. If you want to live, you have to be obedient and seize the opportunity. If anyone affects the overall situation..."

John tightened his grip on the gun.

He doesn't need to play the role of Mr. Gentle, but he does need a group of docile and obedient hostages.

The room became unusually quiet, with only the sound of heavy breathing. The girls, who were too nervous to control themselves, followed the example of their clever companions and covered their mouths with their hands.

"very good."

John stepped aside to make way. "Stop at the door, no crying, no screaming, no fighting for seats!"

The Carlomont pickup truck vibrated slightly.

John walked to the driver's seat and Pire was the co-pilot. When the two turned their heads, they could see seven or eight girls squatting in the back, all of them huddled up with disheveled hair and dirty faces.

hum-

Carlomon's pickup truck started and stopped at the door of the basement.

Pires took a deep breath, veins popping on his arms as he held the armrest. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the driver's seat, only to find that the door was open, John had disappeared, and the steering wheel was slightly turned back to the center.

He opened his mouth, slower and slower.

The world is covered with a dark green filter.

John activated the Swanwestin, followed by the afterimage, and approached the guard who was searching the car at the fastest speed. He fired three shots in a row, piercing the opponent's chest, abdomen, heart, and chin in turn...

He pushed the thug with his shoulder and rushed towards the sentry post.

The body rolled in through the open glass window, and the monitors and metal-backed chairs inside were knocked over.

Another guard who was smoking had not yet reacted to the sudden chaos and was lying on his back in the narrow room with a heavy object on him. The last image he saw was someone looking down at him with a gun pointed at him.

BIU, BIU——

John pulled the trigger.

The high-penetration bullet penetrated his head, and the blood hole splattered a little milky white, and then slowly flowed out a deep red...

By this time John had returned to the driver's seat.

hum-

Carlomon's pickup truck stepped on the accelerator and drove into the narrow alley at a fleeing speed.

(End of this chapter)