My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 195: Changing Streets
Wen Na was grabbed by the hair and pressed against the wall by the nightclub manager.

She was slapped on the cheek, punched in the abdomen, blood mixed with saliva flew out of her nose, and her whole head was dizzy.

"Fuck you, bitch!"

The other person was a burly man with three nails embedded in his thick lips. He slowly leaned close to her ear.

"Who do you think you are talking to? I will break your legs and teach you how to serve customers..."

Winna could feel the tongue brushing across her forehead.

The wound was burning.

She felt sick and terrified.

Swah——

The bodyguard in a suit in the alley had already drawn his baton.

Winna screamed and kicked her legs repeatedly, with the image of her knees being smashed and thrown into a waterproof bag appearing in her mind.

She was held down tightly, her hair was messy.

The metal baton was swung and was about to make a sound of breaking wind, but the palm holding the weapon exploded into meat paste in the air.

"Ah—Fuck! Damn it, hiss, f—"

The thug howled heart-wrenchingly, holding his severed palm, and trembling all over.

Blood plasma splattered on the walls and puddles, the broken mirrors reflected the halo of the distant signboard, and a person could be seen in the blurry shadows.

John started the scan and confirmed that the kidnapped girl was Winna.

She was a tipsy bikini-clad bartender with short blond hair, a tomboy look, and a familiar blazer and suspender vest.

When John went to see Angelica, he often saw her standing at the front desk.

At this time, Wen Na's eyes were full of tears, she was gasping for breath, and her head was held tightly.

The nightclub manager is a bald strong man.

A fluorescent tattoo stretched from his forehead to the back of his head, and muscles bulged the area from his collar to his shoulders.

"John..."

He recognized the shooter, stood up with a frown, and pulled Winna's hair in his hand like weeds.

"Look, man, this is none of your business."

"Okay, give her to me and let's pretend we've never met."

John spread his hands and shrugged, looking listless, and said that he only brought a silenced pistol.

The gangster with the broken arm instantly became furious.

"Never seen it? What the hell do you think about this..."

boom!
Gunshots were fired.

He fell straight down, bleeding from his wrists and forehead.

John spread his hands again, with the muzzle of the gun slightly pointed towards the corpse.

"He doesn't know me, right? You have a lot of new recruits, but they have bad tempers and brains. How can you talk to a mercenary like this?"

The bald strong man narrowed his eyes, looking a little unhappy.

John's voice was weak and he spoke as if he was joking, but the lone wolf mercenary fired without hesitation.

"I thought you were on our side."

The nightclub manager let go of Wen Na and his tone became serious.

John didn't answer, staring at his fleshy face and searching his mind for the name.

The smile on the bald man's fleshy face gave off a cruel vibe.

"We have never dealt with each other before. My name is Campor. I used to be in charge of the sex doll club on the top floor of Borago. Now I have been transferred to Tipsy Bikini as a manager. I heard that you are a frequent visitor there?"

He noticed more details about John:

His face was pale, his voice was weak, and one of his arms was not covered with artificial leather. He looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

The bombing of the Borago Club happened half a month ago.

Angelica was picked up by the emergency team and should be receiving treatment in a affiliated hospital.

I just didn’t expect that…

The Black Gold Gang took over her business so quickly.

The new manager in front of him, named Campor, was not friendly, and Winna, who worked in the bar, was obviously not having a good life.

"Hey, John, your story is still circulating on the streets of the West Side. We still need to talk about it, right?"

Campbell opened his big hands and covered Winna's head completely.

"She owes us a debt and has not met the performance targets. It is my job to deal with employees who violate the rules. Ah, my subordinates are indeed not polite enough. Let's finish the job. I will buy you a few drinks. The girls in the West District haven't seen you for a while..."

John shook his head, stopping him from talking any further.

Campbell sighed regretfully.

Da da da da——

A series of sudden gunshots rang out at the entrance of the alley!
Several members of the Black Gold Gang who had been lurking behind for a long time pulled the trigger.

The continuous fire from the gun barrel briefly illuminated the alley and destroyed all the debris, including the garbage can.

John flashed in front of the shooter, his pupils glowing, leaving a trail as Swanwestan accelerated.

He only broke the neck of one of them with a kick.

The bullet fired from the time stop followed closely behind.

The two gunmen on the left and right also raised their heads.

Visually, it looked like three people were knocked down at the same time.

The thug next to Campbell also opened fire.

They emptied their bullets, but there was no sign of John among the corpses on the ground. A companion who was shot badly fell down staggeringly.

Click.

There was a sound of something falling from the deepest part of the alley.

Everyone, including Campbell, turned around at the same time and saw John bringing a new magazine into the cabin and slowly loading it.

[Weapon: Faki-Silence]

[Module: Level III Silencer, Advanced Penetration]

The high-end bullet pierced through the gangster's sunglasses.

The mirror with arc light shattered in the air, and a mixture of blood, flesh and relatively intact eyeballs fell into the puddle.

Campbell rushed forward with the remaining men.

John put away his gun, seized a moment, stretched out his hand, grabbed a thug's neck and forced him to turn.

Campbell leaped forward.

He put his palms, which were wider than a normal person's head, together and smashed down hard using the potential energy of his body weight and the assist.

The gangster who was being held by John let out a short groan of pain.

John could clearly feel the throat in the palm of his hand becoming soft, and the sound of broken bones was as dense as scattered parts.

puff-

Campbell threw a sideways punch.

The hostage in front of John was directly turned into a "strip of meat", and most of his flesh and blood were smeared on the ground next to him.

He raised his leg, stepped on the opponent's chest, moved back, and emptied the pistol magazine in the air.

"what--"

Campbell roared, his face was grim, and the tattoos on his bald head were wriggling under his twisted muscles.

He ripped off his suit jacket, revealing his wall-like body.

"You're running so fast, son of a bitch. Young people just don't know how to judge the situation."

Campbell reached out and wiped the blood from the bullet hole.

His body was covered with tattoos, and the pistol bullets left clear and complete holes, but did not penetrate the subcutaneous armor.

"When we were fighting in the barbed wire, you didn't even see a woman's breasts."

puff-

Campbell's arms were steaming.

He inserted his fingers into the heat dissipation slits on his arm, and directly pulled out a pair of brass knuckles with thick and short barbs, which he put on his fist.

John said nothing, his eyes fixed on that body of muscles.

This guy is worthy of being the leader of the Black Gold Gang. Being the person in charge of an important place, he must have enough fighting power - the specially made subcutaneous armor, secondary heart, muscle bundles and alloy skeleton are all for resistance and close combat.

Comparing strength is just seeking death.

Boom!

Campbell swung his fist again, and the steel bars burst out of the wall. He did not continue to chase John, but turned around and launched a fatal pounce towards the place where Winna was curled up!

The sound of an oncoming firefly flashed across the air.

The billboard at the top of the wall flickered several times as if it was disconnected.

John activated Sianwestin and rescued Winna. His prosthetic eye flashed, and he could clearly see the value of the cooling tank within his field of vision.

crunch--

Campor bent the steel bar and stood up. He felt sorry for not killing Winna.

"I really don't understand, you little brat. You've gotten so far and you're still doing this kind of childish behavior... You should treat girls like a man. The girls in the club are as obedient as cats. You don't need to comfort them when they cry."

As he spoke, he suddenly threw out a piece of cement.

John knocked Winna down and turned sideways to block with Yggdrasil's elbow.

[Prosthetic unlock: authorized]

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He smashed through the obstacle and swung his other arm, and an iron-black mantis knife popped out from the prosthetic limb that was not covered with artificial leather.

The Sliders series originally had weapon slots.

When Ryan was helping him install the prosthetic limbs, he chose a version that was more suitable for the alloy skeleton, and also installed a mantis knife in the unused slot.

[Weapon slot: Mantis Blade RA [Activated]]

[Manufacturer: Isaac Military Industry]

This product is a product of a European military industrial enterprise and is a model that can be purchased on the market. It has no overload current and venom slots. It is usually installed in the forearm and can be popped out for use when needed.

Campbell's fist whistled.

John lifted the knife and tried to bear it hard, nearly breaking his joints. He immediately changed the direction of the force to create a spark.

Bang.

The huge fist twisted around and created some distance.

Campbell gave a mocking smile.

"You didn't play very well, I thought..."

The words have not yet fallen.

John had disappeared from the spot.

He was blocking the time and cooldown of Sian Westin, providing the enemy with wrong information. At this time, he activated the black light and entered the time stop state for the second time, instantly filling in the distance that had just been opened.

The mantis knife suddenly sank and hooked along Campol's thigh.

The taut flesh burst like a balloon.

Muscle bundles and plasma at the wound site burst out from the fully pressurized artificial blood vessels.

call--

John slid past without hesitation and dodged a heavy punch.

He rolled over to keep his balance, and used both of his feet to exert force at the same time, kicking and pouncing from behind, digging his sharp arms into the enemy's ribs, and then using inertia to break to the side!

Puff, ah——

The sounds of screams and splashing liquid echoed.

The cement wall instantly became black and wet, and a hot, fishy smell penetrated my nose. I couldn't tell whether it was a prosthesis or an internal organ that fell down.

Campbell's eyes were red.

He actually turned around despite being seriously injured, put his hand on John's shoulder, and raised his huge fist to hit him.

call--

John was quicker to react.

His other arm was Yggdrasil, the alloy frame was full of strength, and he punched from bottom to top, leaving half of Campor's chin dented.

The lip studs broke through the flesh and fell to the ground with a metallic collision sound.

puff.

The body, weighing more than three hundred pounds, lay in a pool of blood.

John shook off the blood on the mantis knife.

It's hard to get used to this weapon embedded in the forearm, and the touch is completely different from holding it in the palm of your hand. The good news is that the surface of the weapon is protected by a coating, and there is not much liquid remaining around the blade and components.

Click.

He retracted his weapon, used his prosthetic eye to take a picture of the corpse, and then packed it up and sent it to Raphael.

There must be a wanted warrant for someone like Campbell.

The middleman will help John collect the ECPD's bounty.

Winna was trembling all over and didn't come to her senses. Her eyes were still blurry until she sat in John's passenger seat.

boom.

"what!"

She was suddenly startled.

John kept closing the door, raised his hands and smiled, and waited for Winna to see the surroundings clearly before he raised his hand to fasten his seat belt.

The Carlomont truck started slowly.

"Let's talk about it. Why did the Black Gold Gang attack you?"

John spoke up to break the silence.

Wen Na's eyes changed from panic to confusion, as if she had woken up from a nightmare and had to muster up the courage to face life.

Tipsy Bikini has changed its owner.

Campbell became the manager and signed contracts with each employee, which also brought more workload and assessment requirements.

"Where's Angelica?"

She asked.

"Feel sorry."

John didn't answer.

Wen Na also gave the expected bitter smile, turned her head to look out the car window, wiped the blood with the help of the rearview mirror, and tidied her messed up hair.

"Cambol wants the girls to not only wear sexy clothes and serve as waitresses, but also to sleep with paying customers. He forces us to implant sex dolls and wear super-sensory chips while working, saying that it is easier to manage..."

Winna turned around and ran a bloody finger across her abdomen.

"To replace the entire genitals, the uterus must be removed. Fuck, men may like the feeling of upgrading their weapons, but I... can't accept it. This thing is special to me. Haha, it may be a bit conservative."

"I understand. Let's work somewhere else."

John gives advice sincerely.

Winna is the signature bartender at Tipsy Bikini.

She mixes cocktails beautifully, and her short and sassy personality is loved by old customers.

"It's not easy to find a boss as good as Angelica."

Bars with good performance are basically managed by forces similar to the Black Gold Gang, and there are also unacceptable terms in the specific operations.

Other underground bars were either smoky and unhealthy or were suppressed to the point of being unable to make ends meet.

"Do you remember Komlan?"

Winna was talking about another male bartender in a tipsy bikini who was also very popular with customers.

"He was kept by a regular customer, but he resigned and left the same day. Someone saw him in a small clinic a few days ago. His balls were crushed and he was covered in blood. I don't know if he survived. Well, you know, the rich circle is full of perverts."

There was neither relief nor sympathy in Wen Na's tone. She frowned and fumbled in her pockets.

John handed over a pack of traditional cigarettes.

"The fire is in the passenger's jacket."

"Oh, I haven't tried this in a long time."

The smell of nicotine filled the carriage.

A cold wind suddenly blew in.

John turned his head and saw Winna leaning on the passenger seat with her face facing the window.

The city of Eden is brightly lit at night.

"Don't you have any acquaintances in the Black Gold Gang? Gilad, or anyone else, they have been in the West District for so long, there must be a friend who can help..."

"That's your friend, John."

Wen Na didn't turn around, and her voice was a little weak due to the wind.

"You are a mercenary, and a powerful one at that. There is no need for them to offend you, so you have never seen their true appearance. Think about it, John. Such a big gang, so many people, gold jewelry, guns and ammunition... where does the money come from?"

John fell silent.

(End of this chapter)