My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 98 098: Graphene Chip
For a moment, John thought his eyes would explode. It wasn't until he heard violent breathing and the sound of the prosthetic eyes restarting in the darkness that his heartbeat slowly calmed down.

Vision gradually returns.

Glass shards fell around.

John stood up covering his slightly hot eyes and rushed through the iron door on the first floor of the building.

Two corpses suddenly fell from the stairs.

Screams and gunshots echoed through the floors above him.

[Mission target update]

[Go to the fourth floor for support. (unacommpolished)】

John touched a rifle and changed the magazine as he ran.

The winding upward corridor was illuminated by fire from time to time, and the screams gradually decreased, and more intensive gunfire and explosions came.

He ducked against the wall.

Explosion dust roared down from the gaps in the stairs, and the corpse with a blown head fell through the thick fog. The blood and severed limbs bumping against the steps looked a bit cruel.

As soon as John saw the sign on the fourth floor, he stepped directly into a pool of blood.

The scene in front of me is a bit scary:
The flickering light tubes were slightly short-circuited, metal bullet casings were scattered in the thick pool of blood, and the corridors were filled with corpses whose necks had been chopped off or whose eyeballs had been shot.

John starts the scan.

The red data flow turned from the network into an ocean, and hacker golems filled the local area network.

The main control center is at the deepest part of the corridor.

Several automatic cannon barrels continued to pour bullets outward, using physical means to suppress Elona. At the same time, they strengthened their hacking efforts, trying to break through the overclocked ICE firmware.

John was knocked to the ground by the cannon as soon as he showed his head.

Enduring the severe pain, he returned to a room and found that his shoulders and thighs had been grazed by bullets.

Alona held a corpse to stop the bullet.

She was steaming out, her coat had been burned through, and the cobalt blue spinal screws were even slightly red.

The corpse she lifted up was riddled with holes, and blood clots and implant remains were scattered everywhere.

The hacker is fighting for her life.

Whoever can't hold on first will die.

The sea of ​​red data is almost drowning Elona. She only needs to wait until her ICE firmware is overclocked and the battle in the car scrapping factory will end.

[Kill the hacker. (unacommpolished)】

[Interference with hacking progress. (optional)]

The task gives prompt information.

John had several bullet holes in his body.

He looked outside the room - the corridor was almost filled with bullet tracers, and the dust and blood were like a lake on a rainy day, with dense ripples splashing.

Rumble.

There was an explosion on the second floor.

The room where John was located was affected, with walls collapsing and equipment and floor partitions mixed in.

He looked out through the broken window.

Electric arcs flashed in the wrecking yard, and Nando and the camp gunners held on in the storm.

The wall in front of him was half collapsed.

Scattered equipment was smoking.

John's eyes suddenly widened, he endured the severe pain and rushed forward, and then found a slot on the terminal.

He called Elona's name down the corridor.

"Whoo~"

John took a deep breath, took out his own data cable, plugged it in, and ran through the network recklessly, like he was running in front of a hunter with a target.

Hackers immediately noticed his presence.

next second.

The red wave of data overwhelmed John like a truck running over shreds of paper on the road.

The hacker put all his energy into dealing with Elona, ​​and just wanted to kill John as quickly as possible.

John is like an internet noob who is willing to die.

As it stands now, anyone who actively connects themselves to the Internet looks like a fool.

The moment the data was connected, John lost control of his body.

The hacker easily broke through his firewall, but found that behind the extremely crude defense was an endless abyss...

The red data wave is stuck for a second.

The roar of the engine was weakening, the cables and hooks flying on the steel structure all lost power, the red automatic cannon began to idling, and the out-of-control smart vehicles also collided...

Elona broke free.

She didn't know why the attack stopped, but the moment the hacker revealed his flaw, her body subconsciously activated, and she passed through the hail of bullets in the blink of an eye.

The deepest part of the corridor is the computer room.

Signals flashed on the black shelves, and there were no lights in the room except for the red surveillance light.

Elona opened the metal sliding door with her bare hands.

She rushed in with her gun in hand and ran through the electric current.

There is a pool filled with ice cubes deep in the room, and the hacker's head is resting on the edge of the tiles.

boom!
Alona fired subconsciously.

Plasma and tissue exploded at the edge of the pool, and the water grew darker in the dim light.

Elona could feel the chaos disappearing inside and outside the building, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions gradually subsided.

She stepped forward with her gun raised to observe.

Only the head is exposed in the pool, and beneath the floating ice is a mechanical spine and organs adhered to the wall.

Metal pipes extend densely into the depths of the machine room.

Elona raised her head and looked around.

The red warning lights went out one after another, like a beast retreating quickly into the shadows.

The world is eerily quiet.

John tried to stay awake, but fell into the abyss in a daze, and his heavy body slowly collapsed next to the terminal.

He still remembered that he connected the data and took the initiative to act as a bait to distract the hacker. He took a gamble and hoped to give Elona a chance to escape for a moment.

The good news is that the other party got fooled.

The bad news is that the effect is a bit intense.

The Exile hacker got through John's ICE and the network surveillance blockade, colliding with the black light in his mind.

The other party was scorched while physically connected.

John's already fragile nerves were severely damaged.

He was lying on the floor with lifeless eyes, bleeding from his nostrils, eyes and ears.

【Eden City-Eastern District Underground Clinic】

Information popped up in front of John's eyes.

He regained a little consciousness, but his brain was like a thick paste.

Elona's voice came from the darkness.

"This thing is beeping."

"Omega has too many side effects. Propofol... is an anesthetic. It has no obvious effect on him. It is normal for him to wake up halfway."

Rhian Randall replied.

He seemed to be standing behind John. In addition to the dialogue, there was also a strange, sticky voice that I dare not think about...

"Блядь. So disgusting."

Thalia was actually there too, and her tone was disgusting. "John must trust you, you have to let him come to life."

"I'm so stupid."

Leanne seemed grumpy.

"I'm doing a fucking operation. Do you understand? Can you shut up? I don't owe this shark money. He can't play with himself half to death every time and then leave it in my hands." Count on me to perform miracles on the operating table.”

……

A hoarse gasp came from John's throat.

He regained consciousness again.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

John felt like his head was hot and dizzy, and the back of his head to his tailbone was all warm, and he couldn't even squeeze out any strength from his whole body.

"Welcome back."

Rhian Randall turns on the lights.

John's weak and pale face slowly lifted up as the metal operating chair moved up. The prosthetic eye had to be restarted twice before it could focus successfully.

Then the pain came.

"Law……"

John gritted his teeth and endured, but found that he could not move his eyes, and his head seemed to be fixed by a restraint.

The robotic arm flips on the ceiling.

He felt something operating on the back of his head, and the metal plate next to him was filled with blood-stained surgical supplies.

"Lucky fool, ahem, brings a different girl to my clinic every time..."

Rian smacked his lips.

"That blond-haired girl speaks coldly, but the implants are really good. Can you give me your contact information? In the future, if the implants are replaced, you can come to me for surgery, and I will get a 20% discount. The accessories will be recycled at a premium according to black market rules. "

He was still talking, picked up the wine glass and started drinking.

"Here...I...uh, what happened?"

John asked weakly about the status quo.

"hehe."

Lian sneered twice. "Don't you know it yourself?"

The doctor was in a bad mood.

"Cyberpsychosis can't stop. I treat every chat as the last time we meet, but you can always appear on my operating table half-dead, accurately blocking the technical edge, the scalpel a little off, and the movement a little slower. Seconds, you will die...you, damn, get lucky every time."

Rhian Randall stared at him expressionlessly.

The time on the wall showed that it was three o'clock in the morning. The operation seemed to last for a long time, and empty shells of energy potions were scattered on the floor.

John gave a weak, wry smile.

"Thanks, doctor."

"Do not."

Rian pursed his lips and shook his head.

“It’s bullshit and it makes me cranky.”

He briefly recounted the experience of this period to John.

The scrapyard battle was two days ago and was reported on the morning news and midnight radio.

Conflict breaks out between the Damascus camp and the exiles.

There were several bloody gun battles of varying scales that followed. The Eden City Police Department issued a Class A traffic warning, reminding major companies and citizens not to go outside the city easily, let alone get close to the border wall.

John was seriously injured and received first aid.

The camp doctor did his best to hang him alive.

Thalia proposed sending John to Lian, Nando suggested sending John to Gaia Cell's private clinic, and the camp would pay for the treatment. Finally, Elona decided to try the East District first...

"The operation was quite successful, at least this time."

Lean said.

John heard between the lines.

"What's wrong with my brain?"

"The good news is that your cyberpsychosis is stable."

Plato's warehouse was blown up, and Tiezu Kunbu obtained many experimental products.

Everything in the laboratory was publicly posted for reward online. A hacker dug out the specific list and sold it for one euro. It was like an instruction manual for a thief, but it made Plato's management very angry.

After the battle at the scrapyard, the Damascus camp did find something that could help John.
Li An's prosthetic eyes flashed.

He turned over the computer screen, which contained the list, and clicked on the file of one of the items.

"Graphene chip?"

John read out the project name.

This product does not have a registered serial number.

It is used for remote patient monitoring, optimization of medical resources, and most importantly, neurological intervention.

The shape of the brain implant is equipped with simplified intelligent programming.

It was originally designed to treat tumors for the wealthy class. According to the functional description, it can recognize nerve signals and can also cooperate with other implants.

"This thing is a brain motor that builds a command center between the body and the prosthetic limbs to share the pressure on the prefrontal lobe and other organs and improve your neurological environment."

Ryan tried to explain things in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

"There are similar products on the market, called regulators, but the ones on the black market are not so awesome. This is a new gadget from Plato Labs."

He clicked on the project information.

Just by looking at the description, you can tell how rare this thing is.

The material is 200 times stronger than aluminum yet flexible and biocompatible.

It can be used to treat neurological diseases such as Parkinson's disease, epilepsy, depression and Alzheimer's disease.

As a brain implant, it is less invasive.

At present, this graphene chip has just been successfully tested and has not yet passed internal approval and mass production optimization. Excluding the samples from the European headquarters, only a few have ended up in the Plato Laboratory in Eden City.

The Damascus camp found sealed boxes at a car scrapping shop, but the slots inside were mostly empty.

Only the last two of Iron Foot and Kombu were used.

"A piece of it is in your head."

Ryan stared at John and tapped his temple with his hand.

[Critical value: 10%[Error]]

"Is my cyberpsychosis stable?"

John looked delighted.

Lian's face darkened and he asked him to uninstall the program for detecting the critical value.

"The graphene chip did save your life, but this thing just gives you a chance."

He pulled out the diagnostic report and explained.

John is now able to undergo simple prosthetic transformations and is not affected by hallucinations or emotional loss.

"But the symptoms of implant erosion were severe and there was accompanying tissue..."

"Fake, speak human language, doctor!"

John was a little irritable and wanted to raise his hands to cover his head, but was restrained by metal buckles on the operating chair.

Lian sighed and pronounced the sentence expressionlessly.

"Your body will be paralyzed in four days at most. The graphene chip will allow you to shine back before you die."

Silence fell in the room.

The doctor picked up the wine glass and stepped forward to untie the restraints, and then moved the suturing robotic arm behind the operating chair.

"It's most likely the last time I'll see you."

Rian handed the drink to him.

John stood up with a serious expression, raised his hand and touched a moist scar on the back of his head.

He didn't touch the wine, which surprised Lian.

John calmly picked up the bloody coat next to him and settled the medical bills according to the list on the monitor.

He noticed that there was a large amount of money in his account.

[Contact-Nando Brahim[unread information]]

[I'm very sorry. We are so busy fighting with Kunbu that we really can't spare the time to go to the clinic to accompany you. Thalia said that your life is not in danger now that you have undergone surgery. 】

[You were a big help in this job, brother. We turned the car scrapping factory upside down and found two chips. I hope it can help you. Of course, the remuneration must be settled separately. 】

John's prosthetic eyes flashed as he got dressed and prepared to purchase some combat medicine from the clinic's terminal.

Ryan crossed his arms seriously.

He watched John process the information in an orderly manner, without even breaking down even if he was sentenced to death.

"So strong?"

"Otherwise, crying and hugging your head won't save your life."

"Do you have an idea?"

"No, I guess it's hopeless, so... I plan to go to the Network Supervision Office."

John revealed his plan.

Lian's eyebrows jumped and he asked with some confusion. "You want them to deprogram the black ice?"

John shook his head.

"That's right, but I will go there with a bomb. Doctor, I am really happy to meet you in Eden City."

He transferred all the money in the account to Lian, and then left the underground clinic amid the doctor's roars and curses.

(End of this chapter)