My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 45 045: New revenge? Old grudge!

"I heard that you were besieged in the city and have been holding back your confession for a while. Don't die on the roadside."

John threw the fund card to the other party.

The little leader raised his neck, his prosthetic eyes flashed, and after confirming that the money was correct, he patted the car door. The exiles around him whistled obscenely, as if they were planning where to go for fun tonight.

[Mission target update]

[Send the goods to Laoqiaodong, West District. (unacommpolished)】

John called up the virtual network and put Silver Cavalry into self-driving return mode.

The roar of Ethan Berg's sports car faded away, causing the sentries on guard to look sideways, their eyes seeming to say that he was a rich man.

Only the leader of the team looked sideways in thought.

In front of John was a Calomont cargo van.

This model is the cheapest and newest model on the company's assembly line, and is used by many small transportation companies that still employ live drivers to deliver goods.

John climbed onto the roof of the car from the side armrest, opened the waterproof sunroof, and saw the feeding port on the top of the glass transport box.

boom!
As soon as he opened it, the things inside jumped towards him, and his mouth even covered the feeding port, causing the whole car to shake.

John threw all the fresh meat buns in the bag.

The water boiled instantly, and the heavy and compacted pieces of meat seemed to be put into a crusher. In the blink of an eye, they turned into residue and floated everywhere.

The violent water splash even hit the roof of the car.

John squatted to watch it eat, and suddenly felt the vehicle under his feet shaking sideways.

Then a head embedded with metal skin poked out, and the leader of the Exile climbed onto the roof of the car and looked into the water next to him.

"Do you recognize this thing?"

John asked seemingly unintentionally, adjusting his posture to expose the handle of the gambler's knife.

"It turns out you are also an errand boy."

The team leader snorted coldly and didn't answer.

"Would the rich idiots come to trade outside the city in person? Even if you think about it, I only do business for others. Even if there is a grudge, it cannot be blamed on me."

John almost spelled it out.

But he noticed that the exiles around him did not disperse, nor did they directly attack, as if they were quietly waiting for something.

The Exile leader's eyes flickered.

He seemed to be confirming something while continuing along with John's words.

"This is an oceanic whitetip shark."

"You're bragging, rivers are full of poison, let alone the sea? Animals that can jump around in the wild these days are so expensive that they have to be sold at auction."

John expressed confusion.

The leader of the Exile laughed at his ignorance, and a hoarse voice came from the metal throat.

"This is a biological replica, the technology of Gaia cells. They are specially designed to replicate some extinct things for people with money and advantages, and they are genetically optimized. Look..."

Hehe——

The leader spit into the water.

The giant thing under the water floated its shadow, as if it was dissatisfied with someone interrupting its meal of fresh meat.

"It is very durable and can be kept alive even after being starved for more than half a month. It doesn't care about the quality of the water. It can survive no matter how rich people raise it... I heard that it sells well in the market, as long as you can afford it. "

He spoke in a sinister tone.

[Mission target update]

[Delete the exile at the transaction site 0/15. (unacommpolished)】

John glanced around.

The exiles had all set up their guns and secretly blocked the entrance.

"Isn't it good to just take the money and leave? I have nothing to do with the tie clip."

"Haha, there is still this problem..."

The leader of the Exile sneered a few times, drew out his submachine gun, and fought with the younger brothers around him. "You are John, right? Were you the one who killed Salazi in Erdore?"

"Shet, I thought you were going to take out the tie clip thing and take it out on me. After doing it for a long time, was it directed at Sarachi?"

"Saraqi is Kunbu's brother." "Are you fucking kidding me? It's more believable to say that they are buddies than brothers. If we really care about friendship... why would they betray their respective families?"

John looked scornful.

He found that when he was really in trouble, he would be calmer.

"You are just greedy. Let me guess...the money from the transaction must be given to Tiezhi Kunbu. When it is your turn, you only have three melons and two dates left in your hands, so you want to exchange my head for the bounty?"

The leader's vulture-like eyes narrowed.

His alloy chin trembled, and he let out an extremely unpleasant laugh, as if he agreed with this point of view.

John thought for a moment and met the leader's eyes.

"I can kill Salazi, why can't I kill you?"

"Where are you coaxing the child? John, the Damascus camp is far away from here. Nando has no chance to save you. If you count on War Mother Elona, ​​come on, she won't shed tears for her little pretty face..."

The exiles around him laughed heartily.

"Is the rumor turning into this?" John put away his smile and looked at him with piercing eyes. "It's not what it used to be, man, you should really take your money and leave."

The moment the leader raised his gun, a faint stream of light passed in front of him.

His arm was cut off at the root, and as soon as he screamed, he was hit on the side of his head, and his whole body lost its center of gravity and fell towards the feeding port.

"F...Fake, ah-"

The vulture's head was submerged in the fish tank, the turbid and smelly cold water poured into his mouth and nose, and the bloody mouth lurking in the shadow ruthlessly extinguished his call.

Da da da.

Bullets were fired mercilessly into the roof of the car.

After John cut the man, he immediately slid to the back of the truck to avoid the first round of shooting.

The car door jingled.

The screams in the cargo compartment only lasted for a moment. The body was dragged in from the feeding port, and the subsequent movement was more violent than the vibration of a young couple's car.

The sewage water, which was already terrifyingly green, soon turned red and black.

There also seemed to be more floating objects.

John leaned against the truck, pulled out his gun, turned around and shot the guard who was closer, and then ran into the building by stepping on the wooden planks above the standing water.

The factory area was filled with curses and gunshots.

John adjusted his breathing and hid at the bottom of the innermost stairs.

The exiles on the balcony rushed down. The room was slightly dim, and the sharp change in light caused their vision to blur for a moment.

John relaxed his body and mind and drew the knife sideways as his subconscious held his breath.

The single-molecule blade cut through the connection point between the prosthetic limb and flesh and blood, and the surface coating refracted light in the dark space. Two people were killed in an instant, and the guy at the back only took one leg.

John cut off his ankles.

But he didn't catch up.

There must be a gun aimed at the balcony, and if he rashly pokes his head out, he will be shot, and there is no need for him to take a last hit - the samurai sword gambler has neurotoxins that will invade the enemy's blood vessels from the wound, and it can kill the opponent if left alone.

boom!
The window glass was shattered.

Several grenades were thrown into the room, footsteps were heard on the roof, bullets were flying everywhere in the stairwell, and debris on the table was smashed to pieces.

Sunlight streamed in through the bullet holes in the metal plate, and holes were still opening in the weak spots.

John ran between dusty pillars of light.

He pulled the bolt of the gun, found the bunker with the slide shovel, and immediately set up the rifle to fight back.

[Weapon: Saw Alligator K-1]

[Module: ballistic correction, intermediate armor penetration]

The exiles fell down one by one, and the heads behind the low wall all shrank back.

The number of ammunition in the corner of John's eyes was decreasing.

【△47/120】

His upgraded arms have a stronger sense of control over the kinetic rifle, and the military chip contains advanced shooting skills, resulting in him having no unnecessary movements when reloading and finding cover.

　Thanks to Ordinary Man VAP, Bai Nu Piao Zai for becoming a regular employee, and Yu Xiao for the reward.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)