My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 53 053: Melee combat

[Western District-Electronic Vein Bar]

This place belongs to the radiation range of Borago Club and is next to the most prosperous commercial street.

Boxers particularly like this venue.

[Mission target update]

[Look for the booth where Hoffman is. (optional)]

John always felt that this scene seemed familiar, a bit similar to the trip to Nocturne Bar. The difference was that there was only a silenced pistol at the time, and the security level of Electronic Vein was incomparable to Nocturne.

The bar is a two-story structure.

In the middle was a large dance floor, where the sleepless men and women of Eden City gathered together and shook their heads. The sound was so loud that it could burst the artificial eardrums of engineering students.

The bar security guards activated their prosthetic eye scans.

Two eyeballs glowed in the dim corner, like high beams on the horizon.

John raised his hood.

He found steps along the wall and walked up.

The second floor is a winding corridor, leaning against the fence overlooking the dance floor.

A booth was divided slightly against the wall, and the dim space was filled with the laughter of Yingying Yanyan.

John bypassed the dancers and security guards to find a huge box.

There are even two floors here, inside and outside, with booths on the outside and a well-soundproofed room inside.

John turned on the scan.

He suddenly saw a few names on the list, so he stopped and used his body to block the laser light coming from the dance floor, interrupting the laughter inside.

Snapped--

The wine bottle smashed against the wall.

"Fake Squid, get out of here."

"Smelly idiot!"

There were several burly men sitting in the booth, their arms had been modified, their hair was very short, and their skin was covered with exaggerated tattoos.

puff-

Metal moving door closed.

The deck became a separate area.

"Shet, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to twist this bastard's arm off!"

"you……"

They left the girl behind and stood up menacingly, and then rapid gunshots rang out in the room.

The two boxers fell instantly.

One was lying on the floor, and the other knocked over the wine bottles and inhalation reagents on the table, causing the girls in the room to scream in panic and crawl to the corner to huddle up.

A strong man carrying a table ran out of the room.

John pressed the trigger, and the bullet penetrated the glass, but it was unable to hit his head. It only produced a few blood splashes on his body, and in the blink of an eye he was within close combat range.

The glass table had been smashed into pieces.

The strong man directly tore it into two sections, and kept swinging it with terrifying brute force, causing a series of sparks to scratch against the metal wall.

John dodged and pushed the gun forward, the scope hitting his Adam's apple directly.

"Ahem, vomit~"

The strong man's eyes widened.

John raised his leg and kicked him over, lowered the muzzle of the gun and shot his head.

The room is in a mess now:
The red emergency light belt turned on, and with the dim light, several miserable corpses could be seen, as well as black blood that was constantly spreading.

The list Mr. Vito gave was long.

There are a few lying here, but no main target.

"Where's Hoffman?"

A girl with a nose ring pointed to the box deeper into the room.

John picked up the alligator and left the room. There was chaos in the bar. People on the dance floor were walking out in a hurry, and the singers and DJs were also evacuating.

Security guards armed with live ammunition are about to surround the entire second floor from all directions.

John walked inside immediately.

The security guard on the second floor shot him, the bullet ricocheting off the fence and floor.

He picked up the gun, bent forward, and pointed at the protruding head to kill.

Several bullet holes suddenly appeared on the sofa on the second floor, and things were broken at every turn.

As soon as John killed the security guard blocking the road, two people suddenly flashed next to him and slashed the metal fence with two knives.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to avoid it, and then subconsciously pulled out a gun to fight back. The bullets from the alligator rifle were poured into the chests of the attackers, and at least six or seven rounds were fired before barely stopping one of them.

John kicked over the body and knocked down the one behind him.

Then he raised his gun and blew his head off.

The two minions were wearing floral shirts, with Ukiyoe tattoos on their chests. The melee weapons they used were fixed knives commonly seen in Sakura Crossing.

"Fake."

John broke into the box where the gangsters appeared.

There were two men in suits and ties inside, who seemed to be talking to someone on the phone.

[Force: Xiaoding Gang]

[File: Japanese origin, Black Fist scout, new operator of Tetsuya group...]

They raised their guns.

John himself is in a state of focused advancement, and his reaction and trigger-pulling speed are definitely faster, and he can kill the opponent with just a few bullets.

boom!
The door of the private room was kicked open, smoke mixed with arcs flashed continuously, and the junction between the chute and the metal door became severe.

John subconsciously lowered his center of gravity, and something flew over his head.

He turned around and felt a huge shadow covering his face, and the alligator rifle in his hand was kicked away by the strange force.

Then he grabbed the whole person and swung around for half a circle.

John took out his silencer in the air and fired several shots.

Because of the angle, it was never possible to hit the chin, and the opponent's subcutaneous armor was as thick as iron. The gun carved bleeding holes, but the speed did not slow down at all.

Alarm bells rang in John’s head:
I have encountered a tough problem!

He became violent, pointed the gun at his chest, and shot the opponent's wrist.

The shot was empty.

One shot hit the prosthesis connection port.

The bullet tore through the protective layer of artificial leather, but the metal structure inside was very hard and did not cause penetration at close range.

John accomplished all this in a very short time.

The attacker was now beaten somewhat sluggishly.

John was also pushed hard against the wall. Regardless of the pain in his back, he directly curled up his legs and kicked the strong man off his face.

[Name: Hoffman]

[Force: Black Gold Gang]

[Scan: Heavy subcutaneous armor, alloy skeleton, Isaac military muscle fiber bundles, etc. 】

[Rewards: violent injuries, illegal smuggling, assaulting police, etc. 】

Hoffman is more than two meters tall, with a bald head and two huge prosthetic legs wrapped in artificial muscles. He is more vicious than the photos on the promotional posters.

The moment John hit the ground, he pulled the trigger.

But Hoffman grabbed his wrist, forced the ballistic trajectory to the floor, and then slapped the silencer out of his hand.

Bang, bang!
John put his other hand around Hoffman, lifted his knee and hit him hard in the ribs.

The two sides distanced again.

That damn bastard rushed up again as if nothing was wrong. The bullet holes in his body were bleeding, but his reaction speed was like a fucking monster.

The small room is like an octagonal cage.

John retreated to avoid a very fast uppercut.

A forearm-long straight knife appeared in Hoffman's hand as if by magic.

The blade was very sharp, and the sneak attack with his fist just cut open John's coat, and even the fiber layer of the body armor was torn. Fortunately, the newly made insert was tough enough and there was no injury.

John pulled out the gambler with almost no thought.

His rifle and secondary weapons were all surrendered, and the point of melee weapons was just for now.

In the narrow room, there was only the sound of short breathing.

They briefly tested each other's movements, making a few sounds of metal clashing, and each other's faces and limbs had more scratches.

Blood also started to wet the clothes.

John handed over his body to his subconscious and let the [Ronin] chip of Rafiqi Industries work. His tense muscles were squeezing out the last drop of strength.

His heart was beating fast, his scalp was numb, and he couldn't even feel the pain.

John didn't remember whether he blocked Hoffman's knife, but at a certain moment, he suddenly gave up the Ronin action and used the CQC combination technique to hold the knife handle in his hand behind his back and pull away the opponent's neck.

Blood is gushing.

Hoffman grabbed John and rushed out of the room. At this time, both of them were covered in blood, and their skin was exaggeratedly red. They knocked over two flower beds in the corridor, fell directly from the gap in the metal handrail, and smashed into one. The edge of the dance floor.

boom!
The glass floor tiles were dry-exploded.

(End of this chapter)