My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 88 088: Motorcycle

Detan is a car thief.

A family tradition of stealing cars.

He grew up following his alcoholic father, and it is said that he is the one with the best talent and the most agile hands and feet.

He stumbled when he was twelve years old.

Detan sneaked into the Borago Club and, in accordance with his employer's order, tried to pry open a black business car made in Germany.

Dad was shot dead.

The rich man's bodyguard broke his ribs and cut off half of his hand, intending to box it up and throw it into the sea.

Vito Russell retained Detan.

He said at the time - you still have brothers and sisters, you have to take responsibility like a man.

Detan doesn't remember birthdays, Christmas, or any other family events that involve good things.

But he will never forget the full-length engineer's robotic arm that Mr. Vito paid for him to install. It was like a gift, allowing him to grow bigger and bigger in the Black Gold Gang's car-breaking shop, and even became the most profitable one in the jurisdiction. Good modification shop.

boom--

Detan woke up from the revolving door.

He realized that the rear door of the carriage had been shot with a grappling hook, and that the motorcyclist was about to rush up and kill him.

There were several clear bullet holes next to the driver's door.

Detan's thigh was penetrated, and the blood had stained the cushion red.

If you go out on the street, you will most likely die.

He said similar things to his younger siblings.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Detan heard the sound of a motorcycle.

He gripped the submachine gun next to him and prepared to fight, but found that the killers on the left and right all slowed down and retreated.

You can see through the rearview mirror:

The Xiaoding Gang gangster on the off-road vehicle was lying next to the gun, half of his body swinging with the inertia. He was obviously killed. The firepower point that was the greatest threat to the cash transport truck was extinguished.

Detan breathed a sigh of relief.

Snapped--

The bullet penetrated the explosion-proof barrier and shattered the mirror.

The tunnel lights and road markings kept moving backwards, and in the spiderweb-shaped mirror, I saw a supercar catching up.

A flash of fire flashed through its windows.

Then the Xiaoding Gang's off-road vehicle lost control and crashed into the wall next to it, hitting the steps on the side of the road, and finally rolled over in the tunnel.

Detan always felt that this supercar was particularly familiar.

He remembered not long ago:

A few thieves drove an Isenberg to their store and wanted to inquire about the second-hand recycling business.

Things didn't work out.

Detan had seen it in the news and heard that it was a new mercenary who had just arrived in the West District...

What is it called?

[Mission target update]

[Resolve the motorcycle killer 0/7 (not achieved)]

After John dealt with the gunmen of the off-road vehicle, he was immediately surrounded by several motorcycles, and they were all stuck in the blind spot of his field of vision. He specifically selected the weakest part of the sports car to attack.

"Fake!"

This group of killers wearing black leather jackets are professionals, different from the gangsters who collect protection fees on the street.

They should be the corporate corps and the main combat force in escorting illegal drugs.

John kept changing the speed of the car, swaying the car, dodging bullets, and looking for opportunities...

He glanced in the rearview mirror and turned the steering wheel.

The supercar swerved and quickly moved sideways, directly knocking over a motorcycle.

What John didn't expect was:
Immediately, two minions came close, drew out their monomolecular blades and slashed the tires directly!
The steering wheel vibrated.

John gritted his teeth, as if he were taming an adult beast, flipping and drifting amidst the harsh friction.

puff-

He got out of the driver's seat and spat.

The Silver Cavalry was emitting thick smoke, with dozens of meters of skid marks behind it, and red no-travel signs all over the top of the tunnel.

The motorcyclists had left.

They are all very professional drivers, with high driving skills and high implant levels. They surrounded the cash transport truck just because they did not want to destroy the vehicle, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome for the cops to rush to the scene slowly.

John looked at his car with a very unhappy expression.

He looked around:
After the parking ban, there were no vehicles coming and going, except... the motorcycle that fell in the distance and was turned over by myself.

欻——

The sound of burning tires exploded in the tunnel.

[Vehicle: Fuki Industrial-Naginata]

John made a U-turn on his motorcycle, tightened the accelerator, raised the front wheel and drove towards the end of the tunnel.

[Eden City-Cross District Bridge]

A patrol drone adjusts its lens over the wide river to reveal the news broadcast station's logo.

In front of it is the largest three-story transport bridge in Eden City.

At the top is the intercity railway track. The roaring subway penetrates the first haze of the morning and rushes towards the steel jungle in the distance.

The next level is an ordinary road.

Workers who work across districts can only drive every day and endure the ridicule of radio hosts.

Trumpets kept blaring.

They also seemed to know that a chase was breaking out beneath their feet. For drivers stuck in traffic, it might be the fun they most wanted to hear in the morning - in this fucking city, only rivers of blood could offset their early clock-in. of resentment.

The driver who was slightly closer was yelling curses.

They all know what gang fights look like, and no one wants the car they bought with a loan to be scratched by bullets, let alone die in the middle of a group of drag racing gangs fighting each other.

The lowest level is connected to the Sakura Cross Street Tunnel.

Detan drives the cash truck.

The cargo box was filled with contraband raw materials.

The motorcyclists were already preparing to land close to the enemy, and it only took tens of seconds to kill the driver.

hum-

The killer couldn't help but turn around when he heard the noise.

John drove the naginata quickly.

The two killers communicated with each other, and simultaneously ejected a straight monomolecular blade from their arms, then slowed down the car, like a guillotine intercepting the road, and when they found the right opportunity, they began to slash with the knife!

John lowered his neck.

He adjusted his direction to distance himself and dodge the attack, when he felt something whizzing past his head.

A gap was cut in the bridge guardrail.

John took out his revolver and tried to shoot, but he couldn't find the right angle.

Someone was slashing with a knife on both sides at the same time.

If you don't pay attention even a little bit, your arms and legs will be broken off.

John gritted his teeth and smashed one of the men's helmets with the butt of his gun. He vaguely saw the face of an Asian man, and the sealed curses inside could be clearly heard.

【くそった...fuck(Japanese)】

Before John could finish his attack, the person next to him slashed his arm.

He stayed close, blocked the knife with his vodka revolver, and then turned around and fired!
boom!
The killer was shot in the chest.

The vehicle lost control and flipped over.

John put the revolver in his holster and relied on his reflexes to dodge the other man's slash. He immediately grabbed the other man's wrist and inserted the knife into the motorcycle's handle.

The killer couldn't move.

He let out an incompetent rage, but there was nothing he could do. Any movement now would only cause the vehicle to lose control.

John took out his gun again.

boom!
John killed the two killers. At this time, the convoy had left the bridge and was heading towards the city.

Detan found the right opportunity to get off the highway in advance.

The road section has become very narrow, which can reduce the threat of motorcycles approaching, but it is more demanding for John who is fighting in close quarters behind.

The two killers slowed down and approached John.

The other two people clung to each other. One of them abandoned the car, rolled over into the back seat of his companion, turned around, took out the kinetic energy from his arms and pulled the trigger directly.

"Fake!"

John lowered his head, saw the right moment, rushed onto the viaduct, and separated from the armored truck soldiers.

The motorcycle killer was not going to let him go.

They even temporarily gave up the cash transport truck to deal with this annoying guy first.

John wanted to hit the gas and escape. However, everyone’s vehicles and driving skills are similar, and they cannot distance themselves within a short period of time.

The pursuers kept firing.

John felt like he was shot frequently in the back. Even with a body armor and subcutaneous armor, he still gritted his teeth in pain.

He drifted in place and stopped suddenly, pressing his entire body to the ground. His ankles touched the ground slightly, causing the artificial leather to be scratched.

Two motorcycles passed by.

Two sharp monomolecular knives slashed across his side.

John propped up his body and the car, and fired at the guy who was behind. His aiming time was too short, and the bullet hit the bulletproof glass, and the first shot didn't even penetrate directly.

This motorcycle also passed by.

John didn't kill anyone, so he immediately picked up the motorcycle and left, but there was a series of braking sounds behind him.

The other party turned around and chased after him.

It didn't take long before I was tied with John again.

The killers slashed wildly with their knives, cutting open the leather jacket and leaving a bloody gash on his back.

The blade strikes again!
John found the right moment to put his hands down on the handlebars and lean back on the motorcycle.

Because the distance is too close.

The killer's knife directly cut his accomplice on the other side.

John kept lying down, took out his gun and fired, and the bullet entered the opponent's chest along the ribs.

The two motorcycles lost control instantly.

John was caught in the middle.

He tried to grab the handle again, but the vehicle was completely out of control. After a brief death swing, it hit the guardrail of the viaduct and flipped him over.

Dead.

An idea popped into John's mind.

He felt his body spinning in the air, centrifugal force grasping his heart, and the fear of falling from a high place filled every pore.

Peng!
John fell into a busy street and landed right on top of a large freight truck.

He kept rolling on the roof of the car, pulling out the dagger and stabbing it randomly.

crunch--

Weapons made of top-grade alloys pierced the roof of the car.

John relied on a little support to avoid being thrown onto the road, otherwise he would have been crushed to death.

He forced himself to climb up and laughed at himself after seeing the logo clearly.

Enemy road is narrow.

This is a fucking courier truck from Tiebang Logistics.

John ran to the front of the car, broke the passenger window, climbed in, and used a weapon to "calm down" the panicked driver.

There were a lot of sirens on the road.

John saw the ECPD float vehicle passing by, and there were police cars with alloy bumpers accelerating next to them, as if they were about to gather at a certain location for support.

"Follow me."

He placed the revolver by his leg and ordered.

on the street at this time.

Detan felt that his heart was like a car - working at the highest efficiency on the verge of collapse.

The biker killer has disappeared.

But the slivers are surrounding themselves.

Detan bent down and looked at the sky, only to see aerial vehicles and news drones hovering overhead, which made people dizzy.

My thighs were numb from blood loss.

But he didn't dare to stop.

Detan focused on the road conditions in front of him, and when he saw the police laying the isolation belt, he forcibly changed direction, and gradually went deeper and deeper into the city.

He was like the driver of a suicide mission.

If he is a cop.

I'm afraid there are ten thousand reasons to kill myself.

Detan suddenly noticed that a familiar black motorcycle appeared on the road in the distance.

The killers did not force their way into the ECPD encirclement.

They followed from a distance, waited for the police to force the vehicle to stop, and then used the Xiaoding Gang to get the things back.

The killers watched the road intently.

They didn't notice at all that a Tiebang Logistics truck was approaching not far behind them.

The passenger window is down.

John stretched out his hand and fired cleanly. Listening to the collision and the sound of broken flesh and blood, some emotions in his heart seemed to be released.

It was the only headshot he scored today.

[Contact-Euros Grenada[Voice call]]

[Fake Squid, John, what the hell are you doing? 】

"hehe."

John put his hands on the window and blew in the wind, like a tourist driving a car.

"I'm adjusting."

[I hope you have no regrets in your life. I will definitely not appear at your funeral. 】

Orosi was about to hang up the phone.

John quickly saved the other party.

"Please, do me a favor and ask the cop to get out of that truck."

[What’s in the car? 】

John briefly recounted what happened.

"Please, Orosi, I have no one to turn to. Anyway, I have to work for you later, so you can deduct it from my wages."

[It's so interesting to ask me for credit... I can help, but I won't wipe your tail clean. Be prepared to bear the consequences. I'll take it as a lesson to you! 】

Orosi hung up the phone.

Detan drove the car in fear, and suddenly found that the sirens around him were getting more and more distant, the isolation strips on the road were only spikes, and the police officers were all avoiding him.

The other party even made a special road to keep him away from the city center after making a long circle.

Detan drove for more than half an hour.

When he came to the old city, he saw a young man making a hitchhiking gesture towards him on the side of the road.

The devastated cash transport truck slowly stopped.

A mercenary with wounds all over his body and tired eyes opened the car door, rushed him to the passenger seat, and threw away the healing potion.

"You...you are...John, right?"

Detan summoned the courage to ask.

John glanced at him, his expression unchanged, nodded, and slowly drove the vehicle back to Danny Street.

Gileade received them.

He took John to the club's medical room where his wounds were tended to.

Mr. Vito came to visit and brought some news.

The Xiaomachi Gang has offered a reward for John, so don't approach Sakura Cross Street easily these days.

Friction between gangs intensified.

The outcome of the negotiations was not very satisfactory, and both Gudian and Jingkrypton Heavy Industries seemed to have the idea of ​​restarting the war.

John also knew why the note left.

Orosi released the news that the car contained radioactive materials, and the ECPD deputy director did not want to cause trouble, so he gave a way out and entrusted a middleman to deal with it.

They also knew they were being fooled.

John was on Eden City's wanted list, so it was not difficult to move forward. After all, every mercenary was carrying a crime. The difference was that his head had become a little more valuable.

There are always some desperate bounty hunters who will be tempted.

Vito transferred some money to John.

"You sold your life to the gang, and the reward and bounty will be paid to you. Thanks for your hard work, I will find someone to help you get the sports car back, and the repairs will be ours."

He finally gave John an authorization key.

"An independent apartment under the name of the Black Gold Gang, including a basement. The space is large enough, the safety factor is high enough, and it can also allow an unreliable young man like you to play freely."

"Wow, Bones is going to miss me."

John said, but still took the room card, and then lay on the hospital bed enjoying the rare quiet time.

[Task: Little effort (completed)]

[Reward: Honoraria (floating), apartment authorization code (013 Denny Street)]

　Thank you Zhouzhoushang for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)