My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 26 026: Social Education

John raised his gun and fired.

The warehouse was suddenly abuzz with excitement.

Compared with the sound of traditional kinetic energy firearms, the bullets of technical rifles will emit a unique electromagnetic buzzing sound when penetrating the air.

Elegant and cool, but still deadly.

This Zebra GUB feels extremely comfortable in the hand, has moderate recoil, and the rate of fire of the electromagnetic magazine is also very fast. A magazine can be emptied almost in the blink of an eye.

The pillar that John aimed at was torn to pieces, and a yellow-haired boy fell to the ground and wailed, clutching his legs and becoming the first unlucky person to be named.

John has not used Zebra GUB, but his modified hand prosthesis has played a role.

[Prosthesis: Kingston-Radium Dot Hold I3]

There is a black gasket in his palm, which can detect the weapon chip and automatically download the reloading program that comes with the gun. As long as he does not deliberately suppress it, his hands can start reloading like muscle memory...

The empty magazine fell onto the metal laminate.

The gunfire in the factory suddenly stopped.

The gap between ammunition reloading was like poking a cockroach nest. Several young people jumped out from behind the debris pile, and they all crawled and ran in.

John was in no hurry to shoot.

Escape is just an illusion.

There is a kid looking for me with a gun raised.

It has to be said that children who have received elite education are rich in ideas, but it is a pity that they have been pampered for too long, have not been crushed by absolute strength, and have not yet realized the cruelty of the world.

It's so cute.

The camera in the corner locked onto its target.

These little guys were completely unaware.

John had a clear view of the factory area. The prosthetic eye synchronized the scanning data. Behind the obstacles, outlines composed of data were displayed. Even the small movements of raising the gun were captured.

John walked quietly to the other side.

This can perfectly avoid the opponent's gun line.

He stood up suddenly, and several bullets broke the gunman's mechanical arm. There were a lot of cries and howls in the factory area.

"Jesse got shot."

"Bend down and hide quickly!"

"Fa Ke, Fa... my hand, phew~ I can't feel it anymore, it hurts me so much."

"He's behind the pillar!"

"Shet, I can't hit him!"

……

These sharks were frightened.

They fired blindly and pulled the trigger in John's general direction. The bullets were all blocked by obstacles and didn't even scratch a hair.

John calmly left his position and set up his rifle on a pile of debris.

This was the longest he had ever aimed.

John's prosthetic eye flickered again.

The electronic sight refocused and he saw a person moving around on the edge of the factory.

He was about to abandon his companions and run away alone, but he almost hit the doorknob.

But the next second.

His knee was suddenly hit, and the clear sound of bone cracking and hysterical howling drowned out other movements in the factory.

The young people trembled, covered their mouths and stopped talking loudly.

The guy with the broken leg gritted his teeth and lay on the ground.

He struggled to crawl out, and then a frightening scene happened...

The gunfire didn't stop.

The bullets passed over obstacles and hit him repeatedly until he was completely incapacitated.

He wailed and prayed to his companions until he fainted from blood loss and shock, and no one dared to respond.

Hey, hey, hey.

John held the Zebra GUB and turned the muzzle of the gun and continued shooting steadily.

Each bullet can penetrate the weak points of the bunker and hit the car thief accurately. The most frightening thing is that the injuries suffered by each person are not fatal, but they will switch targets after being hit by a bullet.

The young people's spirits were about to collapse.

"Shit, ah, he can see us."

"His bullets can go through walls!"

"Damn it, get out of here, you bastard..."

boom!
Before the curser could finish his words, he was shot through the ribs.

He clutched his bloody shoulder and twitched on the ground. There was a hole with a blackened edge on the steel plate behind him.

Gunshots were heard from the shadows dozens of meters away.

A bullet landed accurately on the floor, only a few centimeters away from the scolder's head, and the electromagnetic splash even burned his cheek.

Compared with pain, fear is the most terrible thing. The remaining thieves went completely crazy!

They couldn't stand it anymore, they all screamed, raised their guns and rushed out, and then were shot down one by one like building blocks.

The gunfire finally ended.

John switched the camera and checked again and again, and then stood up calmly, as easily as he had just packed fast food at a roadside stall.

The task prompt also popped up.

[Talk to the car thief. (optional)]

[Find Piotr Mercado. (unacommpolished)】

The empty and dilapidated factory area was full of wailing, and the pale sunlight passed through the dust and shone on the cement wall covered with graffiti.

John came down the metal stairs.

He first found a few nearby thieves and threw them in the middle of the floor. Then he went around to the back and dragged the unlucky one who ran the furthest away.

There was a long bloodstain on the ground.

This horrific scene was reminiscent of the notorious ghoul on the street, and all the young people who had been crying bitterly just now shut their mouths.

"Birds of a feather flock together."

John could tell at a glance that all the young men in front of him were from rich families - the implants were all exquisite and beautiful celebrity models, the kind that could be seen on public advertisements in Eden City, expensive but impractical.

Their breath is weak and their consciousness is blurred.

John could only bend down, slow down his speech, and speak as loudly as possible:
"Now, who can tell me, damn, where is my car?"

The foul-mouthed man weakly raised his hand and pointed at the end of the rutted mark. He actually tried to negotiate terms with John. "Your car system has been hacked. I have the secret key to unlock it remotely. As long as you let me live..."

John smiled meaningfully.

The thief immediately panicked and added. "My name is Piotr Mercado, my family is very rich, don't kill me, please!"

John's expression suddenly became wonderful.

When Piotr thought he was saved, the other party turned around and left.

John found the car deep in the factory first. He immediately took out the data cable and hacked into the car system.

Blacklight crushed Ethan Berg's firewall, cleaned up the plug-ins, and repaired the backdoors left by the thieves.

[New vehicles have been added. 】

Blacklight adds it to management devices.

John can now remotely detect the status of the vehicle through the virtual network chip. Just like the Black Spider, he can receive messages at the slightest sign of trouble.

There will never be a situation where you don't react when your device is stolen.

Unless the other party can handle the black light.

John looked around, seeing cars with different styles and different price levels.

"I just said how can a supercar seat six people?"

After checking one by one, he found a lot of stolen goods and moved them all to his car.

The happiest thing was that a large amount of medicine was found in the back seat of a pickup truck.

The valve syringe is all marked with the Gaia cell logo. I have never tried this before. The effect and price are much higher than the alternatives on the street.

Silver Cavalry 577 switched to roaming mode and returned to the apartment on autopilot. The roar of the engine resounded throughout the factory, announcing that John had regained control and further reducing the use value of the thieves.

Piotr turned pale.

The tie clip suddenly called.

[John, are you done? 】

"I have six unlucky guys in my hands. They can still breathe for the time being. If the bleeding stops, it will be hard to tell."

[Huh, just be fine. The Black Gold Gang is heading towards you. Take Piot and go to Laoqiaodong in the West District. I will arrange for someone to pick up the goods. 】

There was a rapid sound of braking outside the factory.

"They seem to have arrived."

John switched his field of vision and saw a group of people approaching menacingly outside.

[Fake, please run away quickly. I will handle the negotiations with the Black Gold Gang. Call me when you are completely safe. 】

Tie Clip hung up the phone impatiently.

John frowned. He was about to leave, but something new popped up in front of him.

[Mission target update]

[Send Piotr Mercado to the delivery point. (unacommpolished)】

[Negotiate with the Black Gold Gang. (optional)]

The mission was actually hinting at him to stay?
John lost his chance of escape before hesitating.

There were dense footsteps from all directions.

A group of armed black men broke in with their guns pointed at him, their black muzzles pointed at him, and they shouted all kinds of obscene words.

The leader clamored for him to surrender.

　Thanks Yuxiao for the reward~~
　　Thank you all book friends for your support during this period. I have successfully advanced to the second round of recommendation. There is no danger. Thank you again!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)