My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 46 046: After everything is done

Sparks flew across the room.

The dense pipeline above John's head was punched with gaps.

As if he hadn't heard anything, he calmly removed the magazine, replaced it, loaded it, and fired. The new empty metal case clattered to the ground.

The enemy was beaten into pools of blood.

Almost all of them were shot above the shoulder. Depending on the strength of their subcutaneous armor and implants, they received different numbers of bullets. But without exception, they all died suddenly during the gunfight.

John carries a high-end prosthetic body, loaded with new military chips, and equipped with a top-grade modified saw kinetic energy rifle. It is not too powerful to fight small-scale terrain battles.

But he still has to be cautious:
He had no subcutaneous armor, so any scratches or bullets would require first aid, and the bullet would have to be removed through surgery afterwards.

The exiles' teeth were shattered.

John relied on constant wandering to kill the enemies one by one in the building.

As the number dwindled, the last few addicts became completely furious and decided to play a life-threatening game with him.

The one holding the gun high held down the trigger.

Bullets blocked every gap in all John's buildings, and then grenades paved the way. The Exile team poured all the projectiles they could take out into the factory.

Blow it all up inside.

They waited until the explosion disappeared and swarmed into John's position.

"what--"

Then there was a scream.

The Exiles overestimated their street fighting chips and underestimated the sharpness of Rafiki Industries' single-molecule samurai swords.

The horrifying sound of cutting echoed in the narrow space.

The metal coating left a faint trail under the reflection of weak natural light, and the chaotic fighting was mixed with countless screams and curses.

Those messy voices ranged from hysteria to fear.

John gritted his teeth and said nothing.

When the scene calmed down a bit, there were already several corpses lying around, as well as the exile holding his wounds and moaning in a pool of blood.

John gasped for breath, and when the light came in, he realized that he was completely disheveled.

Blood dripped from his dusty face.

Some are your own, and more are others'.

"Fake, you like to explode with grenades, okay, let's give it a try..."

John blocked the only entrance.

He also choked an unlucky guy who was choking on blood, then pulled the frag grenade from his waist and threw it at his feet.

Now it's a fight to the death!
Anyone who wants to escape must be prepared to be blown to pieces.

The countdown beeped.

John raised his foot and kicked the hostages forward, blocking their attack and blocking the short and intensive gunshots.

He grabbed the samurai sword and rushed forward, killing in the room like an evil spirit entering the room!
The grenade rolled down and hit the door.

The exiles lying around were trembling and clutching their wounds. They were all crawling out on their hands and knees. Their prosthetic eyes also had combat scanning functions, and they could see the numbers on the bombs decreasing.

"Oh, no, no, no, shit..."

Boom——

Violent explosions masked the chaos.

The gunshots and screams were drowned out and disappeared in the more bloody duel. When the smoke and dust dispersed, only John stumbled out.

[Drug: Super Healing Potion]

John took out the pump injection and stabbed it into his neck.

"Uh, huh, huh..."

He leaned against the doorpost and panted.

[Deal with the exile at the transaction site 15/15. (Finish)】

John forced himself to stand up, opened the trunk of the Calomon transport truck, and then searched the entire exile gathering place.

This is probably their temporary residence. There is no sign of long-term settlement, and the supplies and money hoarded are very few.

The Exile's most valuable possessions are all on him.

John didn't have the skills or time to disembowel these rubbish, so he just took away the money cards and firearms he had with him.

The little leader who was eaten had already revealed the news about John to Tiezu Kunbu. The Exile leader's convoy will arrive soon. In order to avoid continuous fierce battles, John decided to stop as soon as possible...

He stuffed various street weapons and scattered trophies into the car, filling the gaps around the fish tank.

The oceanic whitetip shark swayed, causing an inconspicuous sound of water.

boom!
The trunk lid is closed.

John got into the driver's seat and drove on the suburban road, always alert to his surroundings, as if the Exile would make a ghostly cry in the next second.

What he is driving now is not a Silver Cavalry, but a small freight car.

Although the car designed by Carlomon Company has simple configuration and complete functions, the engine power is not flattering. It basically cannot outrun the common armored vehicles and off-road motorcycles on the market.

But their sales are ingenious, adding a run-flat tire design and thoughtfully adding metal covers on the four wheels.

This superficial design gives passengers psychological comfort, allowing this model to dominate the sales volume in the mid- to low-end cargo field for five consecutive years.

John called the tie clip.

"Your little cutie is in my trunk."

[I knew you were fine, John. Did you make anyone unhappy? 】

"I'm afraid no one can answer you, but you'd better take matters into your own hands. If Tiezu Kunbu gets involved with me, I can only say that it was your instigation."

[Hahaha, no problem. 】

John curled his lips, he really couldn't deceive this old fox. "Now there is a serious issue. The police have set up checkpoints in the city. My car is almost sifted. It doesn't look like it can pass the scanner."

[Ah, don’t worry about it, you still need to be able to be a middleman. 】

"Why do I not believe it so much?"

[Then try to read the letter. When you deliver the goods to the trading place, I will have news for you. 】

The tie clip hung up.

John drove a truck riddled with bullet holes toward a heavily fortified checkpoint.

Three police cars stood in the middle of the road, and in the distance was an armored vehicle, its dark moving gun barrel pointed at the vehicles coming and going on the road.

The drivers waiting around for inspection were all complaining impatiently. The radio was discussing the recent tense situation in the city. It was said that similar inspections had caused dissatisfaction among some companies and had a certain impact on people's travel. Even in Demonstrations took place in some areas.

John put his hand on the window.

He actually saw a reconnaissance drone with the company's logo behind the blockade. Several old policemen leaning on the hood were talking, and some news could be heard through the spoken language translator.

This time Plato and Gaia cells reacted too violently, attracting the attention of many companies, and their use of political power to oppress grassroots police forces and dictate city patrols created a sense of boredom within the system.

It is said that top police officials and several congressmen who favor Plato's company are at the forefront, and some political spearheads have begun to attack them.

John was getting information behind the scenes.

The police officer checking in the middle of the road seemed to have received some secret information. Then several people who were resting suddenly got up, left the checkpoint and walked towards the vehicles behind.

They made a show of walking around John's truck with the scanner.

A dark-skinned police officer wearing sunglasses waved to his colleague to confirm.

The emergency lane isolation bollards were removed.

John watched helplessly as a road opened beside him that he could leave. He stepped on the accelerator and passed the electronic dog and aerial scanner effortlessly with the help of the police.

No one spoke to him the whole time.

[Eden City-Laoqiaodong, West District]

There was already a group of people waiting in the venue. They were the same strong men of Mexican descent from last time. This team seemed to be dedicated to picking up tie clips.

The truck drove into the sand and rolled over mounds of dirt.

The strong men opened the trunk lid and immediately made various weird noises.

"What is this pot of soup?"

"Your little baby is in there."

John left the car door and lit himself a traditional cigarette.

"You can't expect a group of exiles to know how to take care of rare species...but fortunately, they have proven with practical actions that this little guy is in good condition."

Sharks swim in the bathtub.

A metal jaw floats slowly along the bottom of the fish tank.

　Wow, there are so many comments today, I’m a bit flattered. I would also like to take this opportunity to answer an update question that many people are complaining about. Currently, I work in a store to support myself, from 9 am to 9:40 pm, with a two-hour break in between to plan the journey home and eat. It’s about a hundred words. I come back at night and finish writing a chapter before sending it out. I can save a little bit during the four days of rest for a month and save it. Sometimes I can write more when I can’t sit still. I have no choice but to survive.

　　So sometimes I’m quite touched when I see everyone voting and leaving comments. When I encounter the problem of complaining about updates, I really feel helpless and unable to do what I want. Thank you all again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)