My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 190: Titan

The rich and powerful are all trying to find ways to leave the Borago Club.

The airspace lanes must be full, and there must be a lot of hovercraft and drones cutting in line.

It was impossible for Oros to arrange another contact.

[Mission target update]

[Leave the Borago Club. (Not achieved)]

Angelica has left safely.

John placed the magazine where it was easily accessible and began to check the location, slowly moving towards the battle zone.

The banquet hall is right at your feet.

There were gunshots and screams, and the flames crackled, even causing a small part of the upstairs carpet to curl up.

John had to get through it.

Before he reached the stairs, he heard a roar.

boom.

Two heavily reformed members of the Owl Town Gang almost used their bodies to force open the door to the employee passage. They were smoking and shouting at the top of their lungs, looking around for prey.

Huh, huh~
The wheezing sounds coming from their throats were hoarser than the oldest junker in the junkyard, like the vents were stuffed with cotton and there was urine in the fuel tank.

"Fuck, what the hell is this?"

John was shocked by their disgusting appearance.

The members of the Owltown Gang turned around.

From their cheekbones upwards, they were covered with reddish-black metal structures, and their skin was bubbling from the high temperature.

Two red eyeballs rolled.

It seemed to have thermal imaging capabilities and locked onto John directly.

“%…&￥…”

The corridor was filled with muffled Japanese voices.

John's translation plug-in did not capture the content, and he saw two people rushing over like mechanical zombies in a super-sensory chip.

They emit thick smoke and their prosthetic limbs are like springs.

Bang bang bang.

John pulled the trigger, activating the Swanwestin at the same time.

The bullet gradually slowed down in the air.

The hand of a member of the Owl Town Gang sprouted into sharp claws, and burnt flesh and blood stuck to the blade. It was unclear whether it was blood or prosthetic buffer, which splashed in all directions.

It's warm and has a bad feeling.

Pfft!
John dodged twice, then raised his gun and shot at the man's head.

The bullet pierced through the attacker's scalp, exposing the alloy layer, and the weight-bearing steel spike at the rear end of the artificial eye pierced the back of the head...

But he is still alive!

The guy who had been shot raised his head and opened his mouth, with blood all around his teeth.

The sharp claws on his prosthetic limbs were stuck in the floor and he couldn't pull them out in a short time. He could only roar at John.

The temperature in the corridor gradually increased.

A light smoke was spreading.

Another member of the Owl Town Gang jumped up by stepping on his companion's back and continued to attack the place where John was hiding.

It seemed like killing was the only thing on their minds.

John dodged backwards subconsciously.

Swah——

Something seemed to be whizzing through the air.

He wanted to start up Sianwestin, but found that he was not wearing a cooling jacket and the prosthetic program was still buffering.

If activated forcefully, blacklight protection will be triggered.

But John wasn't sure if his body could hold out until the end of the battle.

A slight stinging pain interrupted his thoughts.

The rifle in John's hand kept firing and bullets flew, but it could not stop the enemy's advance.

The Owl Town henchman flew into the air using his hands and feet like a wolf.

There were also blisters around his lips caused by high temperature burns, and the steam echoing in the corridor was released from their joints!
John engaged the enemy in close combat, and delivered a side kick, hitting him in the abdomen.

The enemy flew backwards.

John pulled his legs back, only to find several bloodstains on his trousers, and a burning pain on his cheek where it had been scratched.

Zi La La——

The member of the Owl Town Gang scratched the wall with his hands, knocked over the table, and crushed the flower bed at his feet, finally forcing himself to steady himself.

He crawled on the ground and roared at John!

boom!
The smell of blood in the air became stronger.

The attacker raised his head and roared like a mad beast. Suddenly, several single-molecule wires exploded from his body, just like meridians hidden under the muscles breaking out of the body, quickly turning red and hot in the air.

"Fake!"

John finally knew what weapon had hurt him!

Swish, swish——

He rolled to avoid the corner and switched to the Speedster submachine gun.

The enemy came across the corridor and attacked him again!

The Owl Town gangster whose arm was stuck was accidentally injured.

The flying single-molecule wires entangled his limbs, cutting off all the skin and flesh, and the metal structure exploded and emitted arcs.

Bullets flew through the corridors.

John dodged the whistling lines of single molecules.

The bullets in his submachine gun were emptied in the blink of an eye.

The smart bullet turned in the narrow space and landed on the enemy's flesh, with azure flames flickering.

The flash of bullets continued and flickered.

There were hideous shadows and constantly crumbling flesh and blood on the wall.

The battle seemed over.

"Huh, huh..."

John leaned against the wall, panting, his brows furrowed, and his skin, which was burned by the high-temperature molecular rays, felt a dull pain.

He held the slightly hot submachine gun in his hand and saw the body falling in front of him.

“%…&%%…”

There was also roaring in the corridor.

John quickly checked the magazine, turned around and fired.

The member of the Owltown Gang whose mechanical arm was stuck had blood popping out of his eyes, and his body and soul finally rested in peace.

John's prosthetic eye starts scanning.

[Status: Cyberpsychosis [equipment failure]]

"Fuck, this is crazy."

John cursed under his breath.

There was still commotion coming from the banquet hall downstairs.

There's no telling how many similar cyber-psychopaths have found their way into the Borago Club.

What on earth are the Japanese doing?
Why did they make such a big deal when they sent "Chuan" to carry out the assassination?

Before John could figure it out.

Rumbling--

A huge explosion enveloped the entire building.

This was the worst shock of the night.

All the glass on John's floor was shattered.

He lost his hearing in the roar and rolled over subconsciously. His body first hit various hard objects and then was covered with a layer of broken glass.

The floor in front of me.

The wall behind you.

Everything was shaking violently.

Flames and thick smoke rose up through the cracks.

John wanted to grab something in the mess, but suddenly he stepped on empty air, and then the entire floor caved in!
A terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind.

The building collapsed!
John grabbed the swinging crystal chandelier while falling from a high altitude, and his other hand was holding the weapon bag.

The power supply was cut off in the explosion.

All sorts of debris fell on top of him, and all he could see under his feet was billowing smoke.

He didn't dare let go.

The chaos did not continue indefinitely.

The building didn't collapse.

There was a huge hole in the ceiling.

John fell directly into the banquet hall, and the scene before him had completely changed. The luxurious venue layout and the wealthy and powerful people were nowhere to be seen.

The veil and smoke gradually settled.

The pungent smell of flames and chemicals rushed up with an unbearable heat wave. John's artificial eye flickered several times.

The combat mode helped him lock the coordinates of several enemies.

The crazy people from the Xiaocheng Gang have already rushed to the banquet hall. The explosion just now was caused by them. At this moment, there are five or six of them visible to the naked eye, and they are still searching for any living targets in the ruins.

Suddenly, a few flashes of bright yellow appeared in the black smoke.

Da da da da——

A burst of machine gun bullets grazed John and broke the chandelier above his head.

He lost his balance and fell, but landed safely thanks to his prosthetic body for shock absorption.

The bullets followed closely behind, and the connected barrage turned vertically, locking directly onto John and moving quickly!
He ran through the ruins, over broken flower beds and overturned sofas.

Everywhere they went was destroyed by large-caliber machine gun bullets.

During this time, the Owl Town gang kept attacking John.

He tried his best to dodge, and when the opportunity arose he would shoot back, or use the attacker as a shield. Anyway, these lunatics wouldn't mind.

The bullets tore apart flesh and blood.

The machine gun that was firing finally stopped after a long roar.

boom.

Its heavy magazine fell to the ground, stirring up dust.

John looked in the direction of the sound:
A steel monster that was as big as a walking chariot squeezed out from the stairwell.

It looked like the Centaur in ancient legends, except that its flesh and blood parts were all made of high-powered engines and steel, and its several mechanical legs could climb over the concrete and walk on the ruins after the explosion as if it were flat ground.

"Oh, it's you, John!"

The monster actually made a human voice.

"What?"

John switched to prosthetic eye mode and saw a face wrapped in a heavy helmet in the monster's head area.

[Name: Long Chuanzao [Titan]]

[Force: Xiaoding Gang]

[Scan: Titan ER operating core, Titan heavy artillery, composite blood pump, energy supply auxiliary heart, etc.]

Longchuan Ze is a senior official of the Xiaocheng Gang.

Tetsuya is the second in command of the group.

I dealt with John before he became famous.

"Damn it! How the hell did you become like this? Oh, your arm was broken by Armored Behemoth, don't hold me responsible."

"Hahaha!"

Long Chuanze stared with his eyes wide open and laughed wildly, his face skin was wrapped together with the alloy, and there were even signs of tearing and bleeding due to the huge movements.

"It doesn't matter, little rascal, just be buried with the black Gs in the West District!"

Click.

The giant magazine is fed into a chamber in the elbow by a hydraulic rod.

Long Chuanze raised his arm that had turned into a machine gun, bared his white teeth, and bombarded John indiscriminately.

"Fake!"

John once again ran for his life around the wall.

He moved through the ruins, using alloy stairs and the overturned sofa on the balcony to block his view.

Bullets rained down like a curtain of rain.

No matter how hard John tried to hide in the darkness he couldn't escape.

The flames brushed against his body several times.

The whistling sound of the wind was terrifying and intimidating. It sounded like if you got hit by one, you would have to say goodbye to your arm!
The Xiaocheng Gang really sent a powerful weapon to the West District!
John slid into the inner passage. The stairs had been blocked by the explosion, but the two walls could delay him for a while.

He had no surveillance equipment to use and could only observe through his peek.

Long Chuanze's eyes are full of fanaticism, and it should also be equipped with functions such as biological scanning and infrared positioning!
There was an iron lump touching the ground behind his crab legs.

John starts the scan.

[Prosthetics: Hydraulic counterweight]

[Description: Balance optimization device, driver center]

John raised his gun, pointed it at the thing and pulled the trigger.

The burning bullet stuffed in the barrel shot out, and the clear yellow line of fire hit the counterweight, sending out sparks.

This thing comes with advanced armor!
"Fake!"

Da da da da——

Longchuan Ze laughed wildly, mocking his attack.

Several huge mechanical legs began to move, dragging the bulky body out of the corridor intact.

John is pinned in the corner.

The wall behind him gradually became riddled with holes.

He forced himself to calm down and grabbed the weapons bag.

This batch of stuff consists of weapons confiscated from the office upstairs. In addition to the equipment John brought with him, there are also weapons taken off "Chuan".

【Samurai Sword-Su】

[Attachment: Grade III sharp, cutting enhancement, hardness optimization]

[Module: Magnetic grip [component missing]]

“Ah—Huh—”

John took a deep breath, his pupils flickered, and a signal that the prosthesis had cooled down popped up at the edge of his vision.

Sian Westin starts!
Machine gun bullets and scattered cement blocks lingered in the air.

John lowered his body, drew his samurai sword, turned around and left the cover!
Several bullets destroyed the wall, passed through the area where he had just been leaning against, and landed in the dark corridor.

Sparks flew from the railing, and even the spread of light seemed to be delayed slightly.

John jumped over the obstacle, slid closer, and jumped up on the ruins!

【Chip: Ronin】

[Chip: Brazilian war dance]

He flipped in the air, flew past the gap when Long Chuanze raised his hand, landed on the monster's back and stabbed the knife into it!

Silvery-white dents were rubbed out on the alloy counterweight.

The samurai sword breaks directly!

The broken half of the blade grazed the corner of John's eye.

He endured the severe pain, controlled the knife in his hand, and slid the remaining half into the gap between the armor.

The feel finally became soft.

The high-grade sharp blade cut open the connection, exposing the hydraulic pipe and fluid reservoir to the air.

Zizizi!
The dark green mixed liquid sprayed all over John.

The place where he was scratched was extremely painful, as if it had been corroded.

[Asshole, what on earth did you do? I'm going to crush you! [Japanese]]

Longchuanze's situation is even worse.

His lumbar vertebrae were transformed into a turntable, his upper body flipped over, and the machine gun in his hand became a melee weapon, which he swung in a full circle!
John raised his arms to block, but was knocked away!
The handle of the samurai sword was grasped in his hand, but the blade was directly embedded in the gap and covered by the sprayed mucus.

Every red light on the weight module was flashing.

John flew backwards in the air, alarm bells ringing in his head, and sure enough, the next second he saw the iron lump start to spray something out.

[Weapon: F35 Swarm Bomb]

[Countdown: 1.8s]

John scanned dozens of red dots in his field of vision.

The previous blow not only destroyed the counterweight, but also the central controller, and some ammunition was activated irregularly!

Bombs were scattered around the room.

The startup time was very short. In the blink of an eye, the fire tornado swept away the black smoke that had not yet filled the room.

John was knocked into the corner and curled up to protect his head.

He felt as if countless objects were falling on his body, and the high temperature and vibration seemed to be scraping all the flesh off his bones.

Boom, boom!
The huge mechanical legs crushed the obstacles.

Long Chuanze walked straight forward through the flames, the huge bullet feeding device and counterweight behind him had fallen off.

The machine gun went for John's head!
He woke up at the critical moment, stretched out his hand, and Ygdrash exerted all his strength to block the lump of iron.

Da da da.

The bullet shot out from the machine gun and broke two of John's fingers.

He tried his best to move away and avoided being shot in the head.

[Little rascal, to be honest, you struggled very hard, but you shouldn't have been swept into this torrent...]

John has an alloy arm that was installed later.

It did not have the strength of Yggdrasil, and faced with the oppression of the behemoth, it made dangerous bending sounds during the long stalemate!
boom.

Longchuanze won the competition of strength.

He had no fingers, otherwise he would have crushed John's head himself, but now he could only press the hot barrel of the gun against the mercenary's chin.

sizzle.

[You are so insignificant in the gang war! ]

(End of this chapter)