My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 59 059: Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside

The exiles tried to organize a resistance, but they were all suppressed behind the bunker by the irritable Russian girls. At this time, they had to risk the pressure of being floated by the heavy machine guns to shoot.

Thalia went crazy.

John operates like crazy in the world of data.

[Factory T76 global monitoring (hacked)]

[Scan information uploaded to team/Yes]

Thalia's prosthetic eye began to flicker.

Her data cable connected to the control panel, and enemy outlines composed of data appeared in front of her eyes.

The rate of fire of the artillery reaches its limit.

The number of ammunition in stock dropped off a cliff, and the air above the barrel became slightly distorted.

John cocked his rifle high up.

He is responsible for taking care of Thalia's shooting dead zone - electromagnetic bullets penetrate obstacles and steel plates, and the feel is indeed softer than kinetic energy weapons.

The Exile was beaten to a pulp.

"Fake!"

John suddenly held his head and squatted down, as if there was a pot of boiling water in his head.

He subconsciously thought it was a black light attack, but the prosthetic eye activated on its own and captured a stream of red data, connecting his body to the window opposite.

[Hacking detected, prosthetic eye overheating process...]

[Progress: 14%]

"There are hackers on the other side trying to burn my brain."

John turned over and set up the rifle, locked on the red outline on the opposite side, and emptied the remaining bullets in the chamber.

The old iron house was punctured.

Dense blackened bullet holes were left on the wall, and the red hacking data flow was cut off.

The humanoid silhouette also fell to the floor.

[Get down, John! 】

Thalia shouted on the team channel.

boom--

The wall of the monitoring room was penetrated.

The monitor and metal countertop were directly exploded by bullets.

John fell backwards to the floor.

The world in his vision was spinning.

Tinnitus enveloped everything.

His throat was uncomfortable and his body had forgotten how to breathe. Debris was flying in the room in front of him.

The concrete floor shook.

John seemed to hear a slight noise. His hearing was damaged due to the attack, but the actual volume was probably ridiculously loud.

He forced himself to sit up, tore open his charred coat, and saw two bullet holes embedded in the body armor on his chest.

[Item: Sniper rifle warhead [model missing]]

"Huh, huhu, Shete..."

John moved to the wall and pulled off the side straps. The ribs compressed by the deformation were finally relieved.

Severe pain travels from the chest to the head.

John's scalp was numb with pain.

He quickly pulled out the syringe on his tactical belt and suppressed the negative state under the influence of powerful drugs.

The team channel is full of noise.

[Is it reinforcements? 】

[John, John! You fucking talk back! 】

[Braga went to grab John, dragged him back and threw him outside before he was dead. 】

[Which bastard is taking advantage of you? 】

"I'm not dead, Fuck, there is a sniper rifle, inside the arc dome at the high point of the factory area."

John replied on the channel.

Thalia emptied the machine gun magazine and quickly evacuated, and everyone else in the camp retreated behind the bunker.

The snipers who came with us were attacking from the front and did not have the energy or proper angle to deal with the tower.

Da da da.

There was intensive gunfire downstairs, and cross-shaped bullets were spitting out from every corner.

The repressive situation ended and the two sides reached a stalemate.

But the Exile convoy that was out hunting must have received the news and was heading back.

If the quick attack has no effect, you can only retreat.

Thalia was so anxious that she cursed in her voice.
Members of the camp that took back the front tried to find a breakthrough.

[Mission target update]

[Deal with the Exile sniper. (optional)]

[Retreat before reinforcements arrive. (optional)]

John came outside the room.

He saw the body of an Exiled Sentinel - his head and body were full of broken holes, plasma was dripping along the grid plate, and there was a smart sniper rifle at his feet. [Weapon: Plato-Snake Slough]

[Module: strong penetration, ballistic calibration]

[Description: Information is garbled. [Experimental stage weapon, no product number found]]

The contact point in John's palm was close to the grip.

He relaxed his muscles and allowed his body to reload according to the gun's built-in program.

[Item: Sniper rifle ammunition]

The pressure relief valve of the black gun shell is unfolded, and the center of the gun body splits toward the two sides, like a cracked snake pattern. Different from the position of the traditional magazine, bullets are added from above.

Click!

【△5/0】

John stuck the muzzle of the gun out against the wall. The prosthetic eye was connected to the scope, which could zoom in and focus, and he could see the arc dome clearly.

He saw a streak of fire streak through the air.

The sniper's position was locked based on the ballistic retracement, but all he could see was a wriggling white gel in the air, which was hard to see clearly under the gray sky.

Military camouflage.

No wonder I didn't find this beast just now.

"Got you, bastard."

John pulled the trigger, and his shoulders dropped slightly, as if he was being pushed hard as his fists were pressed against each other.

boom--

The ballistic trajectory left a white line in the air.

In John's field of vision, he could clearly see flashing arcs of electricity appearing around the sniper. The blood mist exploded, and half of the bones of his arm were exposed outside the armor.

boom--

John continued to shoot, blowing the man's head off.

This is the first time I have tried this kind of long-distance shooting. I can only say that the weapon coverage of the CQC chip is really good. Moreover, this experimental sniper rifle has low requirements for prosthetics, and its accuracy and magazine lethality are quite satisfactory.

It should be aimed at the middle and low-end street market.

It is not very attractive to high-end firepower users like Elona.

[John killed that shark coin! 】

Thalia immediately led people to the transportation station, and the gunfire that had been stalemate for a long time became intensive again.

【Fuck! 】

[There is movement in the lounge. 】

【ah--】

[They released something. 】

John was running along the iron fence corridor when a sudden noise of electricity came from his earphones. Before he could find a suitable spot to set up his sniper, several signal sources went out on the team channel.

zizi.

He stopped, and all the electronic equipment around him was exploding arcs. The monitoring probes were extinguishing one by one, as if the circuit board had been burned.

John switches to the surviving monitor.

He saw a guy with blue light all over his body deep in the warehouse punching his fist into the distribution box and pulling out all the electrical sockets and wires.

[Device signal disconnection]

The scene in front of John switched back, and he saw a person flash out in the direction where the camera was turned off.

[Name: Giancarlo [Electric Eel]]

[Faction: Exile [Iron Foot·Kombu]]

[Scanning: ETGC-cortex (experimental type), blood pump, Sian Westan 3.0, etc.]

John saw several high-end prosthetics, some of which had serial numbers without product names. They should be experimental products in Plato's warehouse.

The electric eel is taller and stronger than in the photo.

[Reward: Assault on police, multiple murders, illegal imprisonment, etc.]

This beast has a rich archive and is an extremist among the Exiles who have no taboos.

[This beast’s prosthetic body is a bit difficult to handle. 】

The warning from his companion came in the voice.

The electric eel was smoking all over his body, and his mental state seemed crazy. In the blink of an eye, he dashed away more than ten steps, and knocked over a camp gunner with a wave of the iron weapon in his hand.

The guy fell to the ground and was still twitching.

The team channel was filled with harsh electric sounds.

Thalia now returned to the machine gun seat.

She squeezed the trigger and fired at the electric eel. The heavy bullet hit the beast's fiber bundles and subcutaneous armor, and could only erupt a few blood mist.

The electric eel was beaten until it paused frequently and immediately disappeared in place.

He appeared next to the cannon, his burnt cheek pressed against Thalia, his prosthetic eye was removed, and the eyepiece was filled with scarlet electricity and white smoke that continued to overflow.

sizzle.

Thalia's eyes were filled with a turbulent flow of data.

boom--

The electric eel's head tilted to the side, and the skin on the back of its head was beaten into pulp and stuck to the ground.

Inside are squirming blood vessels and machinery.

　Thanks to Yuxiao, Passing Light Sha, and White Female Ticket Boy for turning into a regular employee for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)