My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 5 005: Camp

The tail flame roared and the cannonball was shot out.

[Mission target update]

[Resolve the Exile 0/11 [Unachieved]]

Words flashed before John's eyes, and there was a violent explosion in front of him. The van and the two accompanying modified vehicles all overturned and rolled in the thick smoke.

The numbers flash.

An enemy has already died.

The empty gun barrel was discarded, and the steel flew on the road.

Elona took out a sniper rifle with a scanner and mounted it directly on the roof of the passenger seat without an auxiliary buckle.

She didn't wait to slow down and fired into the wind and a distance of one kilometer.

boom!
John clearly felt that the car was slightly leaning back.

The red dots on the glass disappeared one by one, and the blood stains exploded, creating holes in the thick smoke.

bang, bang, bang...

Elona fired steadily, and her powerful prosthetic leg took over the recoil. The thick, hot bullet casings smashed over the roof of the car and flew towards the road behind.

John held the steering wheel tightly and drove carefully.

beep~
The in-vehicle system issues a reminder.

A bright rocket suddenly burst out of the black smoke.

Elona frowned, fine-tuned the barrel and pulled the trigger. The armor-piercing warhead cracked the shell, but failed to detonate.

The two sides were hundreds of meters apart and could clearly see the bombs coming.

John opened the cab door with his elbow.

Alona realized that he was going to abandon the car and run away, and was about to jump out of the passenger sunroof. Just when she was about to use her strength...

The whole car suddenly lost its balance.

John did not run, but drifted with one hand, pulling the entire heavy body sideways.

He raised his silenced pistol and shot through the passenger's emergency escape point. The bulletproof glass shattered from the inside out!
The rocket just arrived.

It wiped the passenger window, the shards of glass in the air, Elona's belly, John's chest...

Jumped out of the driver's seat.

Moments later, an explosion occurred on the side of the road.

A heat wave came along with the smoke.

The off-road vehicle's tires squealed as it gripped the ground, spinning in circles, turning in the right direction and continuing to run.

"you!"

Elona sat back in the passenger seat, her heart beating wildly, and her abdomen still felt the heat from the tail flames.

She cleared away the snipers and replaced the ammunition, and took out the melee rifle from the bag.

John's eyes were serious and he was breathing heavily. There were also traces of gunpowder on the jacket of his jacket.

In the situation just now, the missile was too close, so abandoning the car and running away was the safest way. However, as a poor, veteran driver at the bottom of the company who had experienced more dangerous escorts, he could not easily abandon a dream car.

The scene of the car accident is close at hand.

Two exiles jumped out screaming, half of their heads had prosthetic eyes, and their arms had been transformed into gun blades.

He jumped more than ten meters and rushed towards them.

The car tilted slightly, and dense bullets landed on the bulletproof glass, causing ripples. The defense index on the display was decreasing.

Stray bullets entered the car.

John lay down as fast as he could. There were still dull pains in several places on his body. At the same time, he was glad that he bought a body armor.

There was a lot of gunfire.

Elona's shooting accuracy was extremely high. One of the enemies made an emergency landing in the air and fell into pieces.

Another landed on the hood.

She raised the butt of the gun to block, turned the barrel of the gun, and shattered his jawbone.

"There are also infrared scans and white phosphorus bombs on the opposite side."

Alona kept firing as she spoke.

John heard the command and bent down to take out the white Frisbee from the bag.

Elona took it and threw it away, exploding into countless white dots in the air, and the tiny tracking ammunition would try to attach itself to nearby creatures.

Burning at high temperature, the thermal image is filled with white.

She opened the door and got out of the car, raised her rifle and started shooting. Various data appeared in her blue prosthetic eyes, and the kill was imminent, and she quickly cleared the area in the smoke.

[Resolve the Exile 11/11 [Complete]]

A mission prompt popped up in front of John's eyes. The last shot came, and the only sound left was the sound of burning.

[Talk to Elona [optional]]

[Retrieve the goods and complete the transportation [not achieved]]

"Clean up, come down and move things."

"Phew, right away."

John jumped out of the car and walked across the battlefield, where he saw the overturned van and old clothes scattered on the ground.

Fortunately, the box was not damaged and could be stuffed back in.

Everything was recovered, but the police still didn't show up. It was obvious that no one wanted to deal with a firefight in the suburbs.

John hesitated for a moment: "Can you delay for a while?"

"It's up to you."

Elona's tone is always calm, and she looks particularly calm when killing and communicating.

She was observing John, and then... The man felt in every pocket of every body, swept away the cash and loot, removed the biochip, and stared longingly at the Exile's prosthetic limb.

Elona couldn't help but remind:

"It's best not to touch the Exile's modified body. It's full of viruses and illegal agreements."

"Okay, let's go."

John consciously drove the van and completed his job of delivering goods.

The second-hand dealer wasn't bragging. The car audio of this bun was really great. No wonder even the Exile wanted to snatch it.

He tuned to road radio, and it wasn't too lonely to rock along.

[New contact person-Elona]

"Ok?"

John's address book was updated, and then a call came in.

In the cyber era, communication chips are as popular as data slots. Only data connections are needed for phone calls, text messages, and nerve conduction.

Elona: “Where did you drive before?”

John could see the front of the MT450 through the rearview mirror.

If you lie to fool yourself, or if the other party discovers that your vehicle has been hacked, they might set up a sniper to take a look at you.

He answered honestly:
"Tiebang Logistics, lower-level transport worker, five years of driving experience."

"Why would you be fired with skills like yours?"

"Accident, the cargo exploded. It's a very cliché story, but it's you. I'm very curious about how you usually shoot when you drive by yourself."

"..."

There was silence on the other side.

When John thought the chat was over, the voice in the earpiece spoke again.

"The driver will drive for me."

"Why didn't you bring it here this time?"

"died."

"..."

John was silent and did not ask about the cause of death.

Two cars, driving back and forth, playing a loop of radio playlists, were approaching a settlement in the suburbs.

【Eden City-Damascus Camp】

Alona accelerated to overtake and led John into the warning range.

This is a place where homeless people gather.

RVs, tents, exquisite shacks, signal towers and public facilities can be seen everywhere, and sentries have even been set up outside the camp.

Alona was well respected.

Her car drove into the best maintenance area, and several technicians cooperated to repair and maintain it using the best materials in the camp.

Cyber ​​era.

Corporate wars and disorderly expansion have occupied more than 90% of the land under corporate names, forcing farmers to become the first wanderers.

Then in the long years...

The wanderers gathered together as families and developed into a huge force. Each surname would be divided into many camps and move between different cities in search of work and development.

John sat in the car smoking.

The Damascus camp has been expanding recently, and the soaring population and approaching winter herald an even greater shortage of supplies.

The family concept makes them like brothers, support each other, take pride in building the camp, and enjoy supplies and shelter.

If someone crosses the bottom line, they will be kicked out and become the "exile" they just met on the road.

They form larger groups and commit all kinds of evil.

Boom, boom, boom.

A strong man knocked on the car window.

He smoked a cigar, his muscles exploded, and handed over the signed folder.

John took it over and the delivery note was signed [Nando] - the tough man in front of him was the leader of the Damascus camp.

"I can leave, right?"

"Yes, be careful on the road. Oh, your name is John, right? The payment will be deposited into the account Gnaius gave me. Say hello to him for me."

"I will."

"Alona said you have good driving skills. There are a lot of things going on in the camp recently. If there are any job opportunities, can I contact you?"

"I'm unemployed and she has my number."

John started the car.

Nando raised his arm, bit his cigar, and waved goodbye boldly.

John drove back to the city, returned the car to the second-hand dealer, and couldn't help but think as he walked back to the Black Engine Restaurant.

"It's time to buy a mobility aid."

He checked the price on the Internet. Elona's beast, not to mention upgraded modules and modifications, even the original factory version was prohibitively expensive.

"Hey, money."

John thought about going back.

In addition to the commission reward from Gnaeus, there is also an unknown mission reward in his mind.

A sudden wave of dizziness came over me.

　Thanks to Shadow Night God nox for the reward~
　　Big boss.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)