My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 191: Ninja and Officer
John's eyes widened and he suddenly loosened one hand.

Long Chuanze's machine gun was pressed against his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Yggdrasil had his entire upper limb skeleton replaced, and the muscle bundles wrapped in alloy offset a lot of damage, otherwise the blow just now would have crushed his heart.

John pulled out his bent arm and stabbed it towards the face!
[Ah——Asshole, die! [Japanese]]

Long Chuanze's flesh was cut by the iron scraps, and tissue fluid mixed with blood flowed out and flowed down along the metal mask.

John was thrown out.

He left the battlefield, took a few breaths, and saw the enemy's situation clearly:
Long Chuanze turned from a mechanical behemoth into a reptile. It lost its hydraulic module, and its mechanical legs could only move slowly. The turntable at its waist seemed to be stuck with something, and its flesh and remaining structure were injured in the irregular explosion.

One of his arms was transformed into a heavy machine gun.

The magazine device had been destroyed, with only a few rounds of ammunition left. He wanted to support his cracked skin but could only rub it dryly.

John noticed that his other hand was connected to something strange.

[Weapon: Faki F-80 Explosive Bomb]

【Manufacturer: Faqi Heavy Industries】

John's eyes widened instantly.

He subconsciously looked up at the ceiling:
The explosion that blew through the floor just now was caused by this thing, but it was just a "mistaken" detonation at an angle upwards. If it were detonated again at the right angle and position, it would have caused a very terrifying effect.

"You're a fucking idiot, are you going to blow up the whole building!?"

John couldn't help but roar, his voice trembling.

He couldn't imagine the collapse of the Borago Club - the core business district of the West District would no longer exist, and everyone inside and outside the building would be buried with it.

Longchuan Ze was breathing heavily.

His low moan gradually turned into suppressed laughter, like a high-energy madman who finally couldn't suppress his malice.

clack.

A sticky mixture of skin and flesh was thrown to the ground.

Long Chuanze tore off the scratched skin on his face, revealing the outline of his artificial eye and a skull inlaid with half an alloy plate.

[Haruhiko Faki is too self-righteous. (Japanese)]

His eyes were red, focusing and flickering, squeezing out more buffer.

He also started answering questions irrelevantly.

[His wishful thinking trampled the organization and beliefs on the ground. The interests of the Okumachi Gang were ignored. The honor of the group... the honor of the group, everything we have fought for is meaningless... (Japanese)]

Long Chuanze murmured in a low voice.

He had become a cyberpsychopath, and the remaining thoughts in his mind drove him to drag the explosives towards the center of the banquet hall.

The crazy guys from the Owltown Gang broke into Borago just to get to the banquet hall - the explosives would cause the greatest damage if they were detonated on this floor.

[Hacking detected, system...]

sizzle.

John suddenly felt dizzy, as if he had suffered a silent blow.

Messiah's prosthetic eye switched modes, and through the dark green filter, he saw that the cyberspace was blocked by various red data streams.

The area was cordoned off, as if someone had set off a small electronic pulse in the building.

Long Chuanze has been severely transformed and relies entirely on prosthetics for support. The damage he has suffered at this time is several times stronger than John's. He is raising his head and roaring in pain!

Another force has broken in!
John looked up and seemed to hear the sound of a hovercraft hovering - a large number of armed forces had arrived at Borago and were clearing out the area floor by floor from top to bottom.

[Assholes, you all have to die, you all have to... (Japanese)]

Long Chuanze was bleeding all over and wanted to detonate the explosives, but only a few flashing signal lights responded to him.

Signal shielding blocks certain functions.

Long Chuanze did not hesitate.

He raised his machine gun arm and smashed it hard on the bomb, causing a barely noticeable crack to appear in the protective layer.

Boom, boom, boom!

He roared and smashed it repeatedly, trying to detonate this deadly thing through physical collision!

John was paralyzed with fear.

He was not sure whether this trick would work, but he couldn't take the chance. If something unexpected happened, he would be screwed!

"Fake!"

John struggled to get up and wrapped his twisted arms around Long Chuanze, but did not knock him down immediately.

He held the mechanical head and kept attacking, taking out a silenced pistol and shooting wildly at Long Chuanze's head.

It was a bit unnatural to use the gun with my left hand, and the metal gasket did not make good contact during the struggle.

Several of John's bullets grazed the armor, and even when they penetrated the monster's flesh, there was no feedback at all!
Long Chuanze was still smashing desperately, but was led astray by John several times. Finally, he couldn't resist any more and started to clean the bugs on his head. He first hit them with brute force, and then hung John on the mechanical arm and threw him away.

Boom.

John had several broken bones.

He endured the severe pain and struggled for a long time. When he reacted again, he was thrown into the corner next to him.

The steel spike pierced into his thigh and went through his body!

"Ah-F-Fuck!"

John fell into the corner in pain, his strength gradually draining away. Now his hands and feet were injured to varying degrees and he was completely unable to move!

That bomb was already full of dents.

Wisps of high-temperature gas distorted the air, and in some areas there were even slight electric sparks floating.

Long Chuanze turned around.

There was no fear of death in his eyes, only resentment and fanaticism, as if destroying the building could help him practice the Bushido in his heart.

John stared at the mechanical arm raised high.

Swah——

A metal chain was thrown in from the floor-to-ceiling window.

The end of its tail flashed with light, as if it had its own tracking function, and it locked onto Long Chuanze's arm.

The second and third ones followed, tying him up to death in the blink of an eye.

John looked through the shattered glass window and heard regular and strange vibrations - it seemed as if something was climbing rapidly along the outer wall of the building.

A few mosaics flashed in the darkness.

Long Chuanze roared, pushing the limits of his prosthesis, and bursting out with terrifying power to break free from the chains.

He fought against the electricity and the neurotoxins, punching with sheer willpower.

bang——

There was a heavy crash in the air.

A flashing electronic camouflage appeared under Long Chuanze's fist, and under the cloak was the fully armed "Chuan".

The assassination unit of the Fuki Group.

Their equipment and configurations are more advanced and completely different from the first batch. Their mission target seems to be Long Chuanze and the bomb in his hand.

Eden City can send out two groups of "Chuan" people in one night...

There is only Haruhiko Fataki.

The Faqi ninja put his elbow back and used some technique to block the attack, then turned around in an instant and cut off Longchuanzawa's entire arm!

The metal machine gun slid through the air.

His eyes widened, but he saw several flashes of knives in the room.

The "chuan" hidden in the darkness all appeared:
Someone was pulling on the chains to restrict Long Chuanze's movements.

Someone approached with a knife and removed his prosthetic body with incredible precision.

Others came in later, like professional surgeons, who cut open Long Chuanze's flesh and blood under his watchful eyes, removed the [Titan ER Operating Core] and several other high-tech implants and took them away.

These are trade secrets.

Rumbling--

Long Chuanze's heavy body fell in a pool of blood.

There was no expression on his bloody face, and his prosthetic eye, which seemed to be burning with hatred, only flickered for a few more seconds.

Whoosh, whoosh!
Two ninjas thrust their katanas into the wall.

The knives in their hands were different from the ones John had seen and used before.

This samurai sword is thick and hard, without any extremely sharp coating. Instead, it is like some kind of springboard that can be inserted into the surface of a building to gain leverage, and can also be remotely recovered through a mechanical device.

The Faqi ninjas used their samurai swords as a support and hoisted a sealed box into the room.

Several pairs of hands worked together to load the unexploded bomb into the tank.

There was a faint sound of an engine outside the building, the chain tightened, and the box was dragged out of the window with a "whoosh". They were here to deal with Longchuanze and the bomb.

Haruhiko Fataki obviously didn't want to leave anyone alive, nor did he want the bomb to explode in Borago.

The noise upstairs was getting louder and louder.

Chuan is from the bottom up and is not in the same group as the people above him.

"Bolago is really lively tonight."

As soon as this thought came into John's mind, he found that the Faqi ninja who was about to evacuate noticed him in the corner.

The blade flashes.

Sian Westin starts.

John held his breath instantly, his eyes felt numb, as if his soul had been cut in half by a samurai sword!

Ding--

Bullets and blades collided in front of John.

Data blocking gets stronger.

John clearly felt that cyberspace was disabled, but the Faqi ninjas in front of him did not show any abnormalities.

The cloaks they wore provided some protection.

Thump, thump, thump…

A heavy alarm sounded throughout the building.

[Warning, SAT has taken over the scene, and several cyber psychopaths have been confirmed. Please stay away from weapons and combat areas. Repeat...]

Every window on the floor is covered with a red holographic projection.

Fierce gunfire rang out from above.

The special operations team entered from the rooftop, while the two "Chuans" who were responsible for covering their retreat were trapped at the blockade site.

Gunshots were heard again from the gap in the ceiling.

The sniper shot just now came from the hovercraft, passed through the glass gap diagonally above, crossed the gap between the two floors, and interrupted the fatal knife that was about to hit John.

Eden Weitz dropped down from the gap in the ceiling with a rifle in hand, and opened fire to force back the approaching Faqi ninja.

He was wearing a familiar shirt and a bulletproof jacket, and his external headphones were equipped with a special communication system, allowing him to give commands normally in an information-shielded space.

[I'm here. The evidence and high-risk units have been moved. Let the drone try to intercept them in the Y-2 airspace. If they leave the city, forget it. We'll settle the score with the Japanese later.]

Eden glanced at John behind him and seemed a little surprised.

[Tin Foil, let the scalpel come over. I met John. He is not dead... not dead yet, but he is strung up by steel bars. ]

Eden Weitz is the owner of Haven.

Behind this small business is a special operations team.

John still couldn't figure out Eden's specific position, but he noticed that the bulletproof vest he was wearing at this time was not emblazoned with the Safe Haven logo, but a command uniform with fluorescent white letters used exclusively by the special operations team.

Eden is one of the commanders of all SATs on site.

The two Fataki ninjas who had not yet evacuated were blocked.

They simultaneously activated some kind of overload mode, dark red pixels appeared on their camouflage cloaks, and streams of light shot out from the gaps in their prosthetic limbs.

call--

John sensed a familiar buzzing sound.

This is what happened when someone next to me was using Swanwestin, and the prosthetic eye switched quickly, stimulating the cerebral cortex.

The samurai sword came through the air.

The speed and power are terrifying.

Eden stood still, the rifle in his hand held upright to his chest, just stuck on the attacker's wrist.

Click.

The sound of joints breaking was heard.

John couldn't see the specific movements from behind.

By the time he reacted, the samurai sword was in Eden's hand, and the attacker was stabbed in the neck on the spot.

Swah——

Dark red buffer splashed against the wall.

Eden held the knife in reverse grip and did not adopt a normal stance, but instead moved quickly like in a mixed martial arts fighter.

His eyes were focused and calm, flickering and evasive.

Sian Westin had a very rhythmic feel in Eden's hands, and there was a gap between each start and end that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

The shorter the usage time, the faster the cooling speed.

His body is equipped with a complete set of combat prosthetics, which work together to prevent even the Faqi Ninja from reaching him.

John was sure that the two "Chuans" in front of him were several times more powerful than the ones he had encountered.

They activated the overload mode, and their strength and speed were exaggerated, but they were bullied by Eden at close range. It was like they were competing with boxers of different weight classes, and there was some kind of insurmountable gap between them.

A circle of smoke filled the room.

Chuan Zugong exerted force, cooperating with Sian Westin, and almost instantly crossed the blind spot of the obstacle, launching a fatal attack from the edge of vision.

Eden was blinded by his sideways vision, and it stands to reason that he started with a serious injury.

The reverse-gripped katana in his hand moved back deftly, allowing the deadly attack to pass over the surface of the blade.

Sparks of friction burst out in the dim room.

Eden loosened his grip and reached out to hold down the attacker's head, smashing it hard against the raised area of ​​the floor.

Chuan's senses cannot be compared to those of humans.

He was hit hard on the head, but bounced off the ground and tried to grab Eden's arm for a rear-naked choke.

Eden was faster and counterattacked quickly, creating distance.

The Faqi ninja had just escaped from close combat and had not yet stood firmly when he found that an alloy leg bone had flown towards him.

Eden showed no sign of stagnation after the fight.

He almost chased the enemy, swung his leg sideways, and the alloy prosthetic limb burst out with terrifying power, directly smashing "Chuan"'s mechanical head.

Mechanical components are exposed to air.

The high-tenacity fibers and muscle bundles swing in the electric sparks.

"..."

It was as if John had lost the ability to speak.

He felt that if he and Eden were locked in the black boxing cage, they wouldn't be able to last until the end of the first round of points.

Eden picked up the katana and cut through the steel bars.

"I...ah, s ...

Just as John was about to speak, Eden roughly pulled out the part that was embedded in his thigh, breaking several muscle bundles, causing the second half of his sentence, which he hadn't thought of yet, to turn into a scream.

"He's doing pretty well. He's quite capable."

Eden pulled out the spray and syringe from his waist bag and began to perform battlefield surgery.

John pulled himself up and noticed the label on the potion.

【Manufacturer: Gaia Cell】

Eden noticed the change in his expression and asked in confusion:

"Do you prefer Longsheng Pharmaceutical's products?"

"That's not the case... Phew, I don't know how to put it, a lot of things happened after I left Haven."

“I know that many middlemen are keeping an eye on you.”

Eden's tone remained unchanged.

He removed the fragments from the wound, treated the wound surface, prevented infection, and cleaned up the scattered muscle bundles...

The scene is somewhat bloody.

"I owe you one more time. I didn't lie..."

"John."

Eden interrupted him, looking up and signaling with his eyes to his ear.

John finally understood his indifference:

Eden is now connected to the special operations team's command system, and his words and actions are closely monitored.

Some topics cannot be discussed.

(End of this chapter)