My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 21 021: Surrounded

Alona tossed John a pump syringe.

[Drugs: Combat Stimulants]

John pressed down on his body, the air valve released the pressure instantly, and the medicine was injected into the body with a popping sound.

"Oh, Shet."

John's vision even briefly blurred for half a second.

Then every color became exceptionally clear, the fatigue of staying up late driving completely disappeared, and even the prosthetic limbs seemed to be full of power.

Damascus camp is indeed spacious.

They will even distribute medicines to the combatants, which also shows that this transaction is particularly important.

"They're coming."

Elona tightened her grip on the gun.

An angular truck drove into the valley, with two rows of sixteen wheels, and a cargo compartment wider than an ocean container.

John noticed that it was the logo of Jingkrypton Heavy Industry.

He originally thought that Nando was making a deal with the company, but it turned out that all the people on the two escort vehicles were mercenaries.

The source of this batch of materials became very suspicious.

Nando and his people were there to respond. The distance was too far and the content of the conversation between the two parties could not be heard clearly.

"Ok?"

John suddenly felt a strange vibration.

A dozen cars full of gunmen suddenly rushed out from around the hillside, and the roaring exiles kicked up clouds of dust.

"Damn, it's really here, let's start the fight!"

"Sarkhi's lackey."

……

There was chaos in the earphones, and gunfire broke out all of a sudden.

Bang, bang, bang!
Elona had already started shooting, and the terrible recoil caused pale scratches on the rocks around the cliff.

A kinetic sniper with an extended barrel.

Every shot is earth-shattering.

High-precision armor-piercing bullets have a small opening, but can directly destroy the internal structure.

John poked his head out and saw the front of an Exile being blown up.

Elona's cobalt blue prosthetic eyes scanned for targets.

As if she had captured some information, she suddenly turned around, put the gun on the hood and fired into the air behind her.

A colorful motorcycle rushed up.

The pilot was smashed to pieces in mid-air, his chest was pierced, his arms and body fell to the ground, and he didn't even fart out of his mouth.

"I touched the back, how are you doing?"

"Exiles are everywhere, come prepared, damn it!"

"We were robbed. This shabby place is an ambush. There must be some bastard who has leaked the information and is waiting for us."

"Bichi, RPG, find something to hide!"

……

A high-pitched roar came from the headphones.

John and Elona looked into the distance at the same time, and three fireworks with tail flames suddenly shot out from the other side of the mountain.

[Weapon: K-39 surface-to-surface missile]

[Status: Activated, no hacking module]

His prosthetic eyes kept focusing and scanned several times before he could clearly see the missiles passing by in the air. The information was flashing when it was loaded.

[Type: Anti-vehicle weapon]

[Manufacturer: Kanmel]

The missiles soared into the sky, two of them plunged straight into the valley, and the other flew towards the rear of the camp, where vehicles were densest.

Rumble~
Huge explosions echoed across the field.

The shock wave carried the heat wave and rushed up the slope. There was a brief disconnection in the earphones, and there was no place under my feet that I could stand firmly.

John was less than sixty meters away from the nearest explosion point.

The thick armored vehicles blocked most of the damage, but before they had time to adjust their rhythm, the Exiles rushed forward like locusts.

Heavy gunfire rang out from behind the camp.

"Go to hell, you non-mainstream ugly people!"

"Doug is injured, the position is still there."

"My car was blown up by these sons of bitches."

"Nando is still alive. There is fire all around, and the insulation materials are almost melting. We have to find a way to clear the battlefield!"

……

John turned down the channel volume.

He had experienced many robberies at Tiebang Logistics. He did not panic. He found a balance and started to fight back with a gun.

The alligator spits out a volley of deadly bullets.

The exile's blood flew in the flames.

John's scanner marked the outline and he could see clearly what the enemy looked like.

This group of lunatics like to wear sunglasses to show off, imitating gang members and putting eyepieces on their foreheads. The tattoos on their skin are bugs, bones and the like, and the hair color on their heads is richer than neon tubes.

The enemy information column pops up below. They are all Class A felons. The equipment column is all body armor and subcutaneous armor. The exile was living outside the city, carrying all his family's wealth with him.

"It's so smelly and hard!"

Someone in the earphones cursed John’s heartfelt words.

There were several heavy machine guns set up in front of them. The Exile hid behind the burning vehicles and rocks and fired wildly in this direction.

John is used to this kind of ambush. He will not expose his position like a novice, but patiently adjusts his breathing...

Pull the trigger and the bullet comes out.

All shot into an exile's face.

His head was shattered in the field of vision, and the gun in his hand was shooting randomly.

Another guy who was about to take out a grenade was also targeted by John's prosthetic eye...

He simply emptied the magazine.

This time I didn't aim carefully, and most of the bullets hit the bunker. However, the rifle chip had automatic correction, and it still successfully killed the target.

The red grenade was captured by the scanner, Gululu fell to the ground, and there was something suspiciously like a countdown in his field of vision.

boom!
Several enemies flew up.

Flesh and blood mixed with sand and gravel collapsed everywhere.

Elona had already emptied the magazine of a heavy sniper, and no enemy car could hit her face during this period.

The driver was beaten to pieces, or the fuel tank was blasted directly.

John took advantage of the gap between bomb reloading to listen to the voice of the team - the vehicle position was blown to pieces by missiles, and everyone had resumed the offensive from the chaos.

There are exiles behind, exchanging fire.

The truck in the middle of the mountain has completely overturned and cannot be driven away directly. Breaking out and retreating means losing both people and money.

There is another group of exiles coming from the front.

If they successfully arrive, they will trap everyone inside and beat them, and the number of casualties will double by then.

"Withdraw or do it?"

John asked Elona.

He has to consult his employer.

"I want to hit the person who came ahead."

"The risk is very high, Elona, ​​are you sure?"

"The enemy here is suppressed and is just waiting for reinforcements. I need to get to the front as soon as possible."

She seemed absolutely confident in killing people.

John thought for a few seconds, maybe it was the effect of stimulants, and he chose to open the door and sit in the cab.

Elona threw the gun bag into the back seat, grabbed the frame and got in through the window.

Bottom of the valley.

Nando was roaring with his kinetic spray.

There were wreckage all around, and burning cars had blocked the road ahead.

suddenly!

There was the sound of gravel rolling down overhead, and the headphones were full of exclamations. A deputy rushed out from the side and pushed him back to the bunker.

Everyone looked up.

The beast MT450 rushed out of the cliff, its black chassis and four thick wheels falling downwards.

It hit the slope with a thud, shoveling gravel and sliding down.

The gravel on the edge of the hillside was stirred up, and the overwhelming smoke and loose boulders rolled up. It looked like an avalanche!
The front of the car hit a debris.

It rose into the sky and lost control as everyone feared, but it did not explode at the moment of collision, but instead drew a parabola forward.

Everyone in the Damascus camp knew the owner of the car.

The headphones were filled with frightened curses.

Nando thought he was used to seeing crazy people, but when the MT450 landed, he subconsciously held his breath.

The on-board shock absorption is suppressed to the limit.

The tires struggled like wild horses.

The whole car actually stabilized, and even accelerated to throw away the dust and gravel falling from behind.

Nando opened his mouth and was about to speak...

The car was still accelerating and heading towards them. The mercenaries fighting fiercely in the valley dodged in time, and only two exiles were knocked into a pulp.

Its roaring throttle is like a beast roaring.

The whole car rushed into the sea of ​​​​fire, ran over the overturned motorcycle, raised the front of the car and flew on the flaming wreckage base, and then rushed out of the high wall blocking the road and drove away!

The exiles who were coming were dumbfounded.

A group of lunatics with weird hair colors and exposed mechanical prosthetics all raised their heads and watched the enlarging shadow fall.

Gunfire rang out and grenades exploded.

Nando listened to the noise coming from outside the fire wall...

He spread his hands with a complicated expression. He opened his mouth for a long time and didn't know where to start with the curse word.

Finally, he pursed his lips and said Fake!

　Thanks to Yuxiao and Yishanvx for the reward.

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　　Bang bang bang! !

　　
　
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