My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 60 060: Falling in the driver’s seat

[Mission target update]

[Kill the electric eel. (unacommpolished)】

John jerked the bolt.

The snake-scale pressure relief valve unfolded to both sides, spewing out a stream of high-temperature gas.

Even a smart sniper rifle needs to pull the bolt to allow the chip and ballistics to have a slight calibration time. It can be fired continuously, but the accuracy will be compromised.

John's shot was aimed at the head.

I didn't expect that after I took off the back of the electric eel's head, the beast could still be alive and kicking. I don't know how many prohibited implants were inserted into it.

He screamed like crazy.

A stick directly broke the handle of the machine gun and hit Talia in the middle of his arm.

The forearm is visibly bent.

Although the insulating coating was working, Thalia still felt like half of her body was being numbed by electricity, and there was a burning sensation in addition to severe pain.

She curled up and fell from the machine gun seat.

The electric eel climbed into the cockpit in the next second, beating randomly, and his arms burst out with brute force, tearing off the twisted guardrail metal.

He hissed condescendingly at Thalia.

Bang, bang.

"Eat your cock, monster!"

Thalia took out her revolver and fired several shots. The situation was too urgent, and the first two shots hit the electric eel's body.

The last shot entered the electric eel's eye socket and burst out from the side of its head.

The electric eel roared hoarsely.

Blue lightning burst out from all over his body, the arcs of electricity spread out like spider webs, and dense tentacles pierced the fort and the ground.

There were crackling sounds.

The cement floor added many dark spots.

Thalia kept cursing, but she wisely ran away first. The prosthetic body on her body was warning the alarm, and her exposed skin felt numb.

"Fuck!"

John couldn't see anything.

His scope was disturbed and turned into a blur. He could only switch back to naked eye aiming and look for the target at the center of the chaos again. However...

The electric eel next to the fort disappeared.

zizi~
John heard the sound of electric current disturbance, his prosthetic eyes refocused, and the implants all over his body were issuing warnings...

Metallic materials generate heat in abnormal magnetic fields.

Messiah's prosthetic body defies the limits of physics.

He subconsciously turned sideways and saw:

The electric eel had already rushed to the front of the stairs, jumped up, and threw the iron rod at him.

boom--

John raised his weapon to block, and instantly felt his arm numb with pain, followed by chest tightness.

His entire body was lifted off the ground.

In the process of falling from the platform, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the electric eel in front of him, and his burnt cheeks continued to enlarge in John's field of vision.

John tried hard to pull the trigger - the bullet penetrated the electric eel's body armor, and the bullet got stuck in the subcutaneous armor and flesh. The rib fragments mixed with blood foam spattered from both ends of the wound.

He and the electric eel fell straight to the left and right sides respectively.

A height of more than four meters.

Falling from a heavy blow without protection.

"Cough, whoop, whoop."

John lay on top of a body.

It must have been the Exile whose throat he cut when he climbed the stairs and opened the door.

Regardless of his obstructed breathing, he quickly took out a high-level healing potion and refilled it, suppressing the pain in various parts of his body.

The snake slough has been slightly deformed.

The shot fired just now was the limit of this smart sniper rifle. The prosthetic eye was connected to the weapon system, and all were red warnings. If it was used forcefully, there was a risk of the chamber exploding.

The team channel was filled with exclamations of surprise.

John's eardrums hurt terribly.

He exited the channel and followed the area with the densest gunfire to the front of the transport station.

The electric eels are still fucking killing!

Thalia, the remaining camp members, and the Exiles are mortal enemies. After hanging out in the wasteland for so long, they often face dangerous robots, and they all have experience in hunting cyberpsychosis.

They formed a crossfire.

The electric eel was pulled, relying on the Sianwistan prosthetic body to flash continuously, like a large lightning ball, and could teleport a long distance each time.

He popped up to his face, and his high-strength alloy prosthetic limbs swung out an electrified stick.

The reaction time is extremely short.

It's a broken bone.

If you were not careful and received a few blows from the front, the insulating coating would explode directly, and then the prosthetic body would be overloaded by electric shock, or knocked over by his stick.

The gunfire never stopped.

But people kept falling in the camp.

John and Thalia were very strong, taking on the main output and key cover. The two electromagnetic rifles hit the electric eels with sparks flying.

His movements also became slower and slower.

John mainly relied on enough medicine to hold on. Various hormones worked in his body, suppressing the pain and injuries and keeping him awake.

Thalia's purely subcutaneous armor is strong enough.

In addition to the temporary insulation protection on her body surface, the built-in implant also has current resistance.

The electric eel suddenly flashed into John's face.

"Law……"

John gritted his teeth and raised his gun to hold a sling shot.

[Sight [Damaged]]

Ignoring the gun warning that flashed before his eyes, he used the gun as armor to remove the opponent's resistance, then turned and hit the electric eel in the face with the butt of the gun.

"Go to hell you!"

Arc burst.

Sparks fell on John, leaving burn marks on his arms and neck near the data slot.

The electric eel staggered back two steps.

This guy had been immersed in electric current for a long time. He didn't have a single piece of good skin on his body, and the artificial leather was burned and stuck to his body. The tactical eyepiece was punched hard by John, and it was exaggeratedly dented deep into his skull.

He had a hoarse voice, made strange screams, and kept waving the stick in his hand.

Sizzle, sizzle.

The electric eel's prosthetic eye seemed to have been fucked out.

He began to teleport without direction, and his operating system, which was already on the verge of collapse, was squeezed to the point of bursting.

Boom!

Only a loud noise was heard, and the electric eel was ignited with blazing fire.

"John!"

Thalia yelled at him to get out of the way.

Then the Russian girl held a picked-up machine gun with her broken arm and aimed at the center of the flames and fired fiercely.

"You can do it yourself, you bastard."

She wished she could stuff the barrel of the gun into the electric eel's mouth until the corpse fell heavily and the flashing arc gradually extinguished...

Click click click.

The magazine was emptied.

John waved away the smoke and approached the stinking corpse.

In addition to Thalia's heavy breathing and the pain everywhere, there was only the sizzling sound caused by the evaporation of oil and water.

Electric eels die a restless death.

Tiezu Kunbu conducted cruel and inhumane experiments on him, and all the prosthetic bodies were overloaded and scrapped.

He looks like a ghost now, even if a ghoul sees it, he will say something...

Awesome, what a shame.

[Take away the loot. (unacommpolished)】

Thalia pulled up her injured companion.

Those who could move had no time to rest, so they all got up and headed deeper into the warehouse.

The information is accurate.

The Exiles had packed their belongings and stuffed them all into a huge black transport truck.

There is no time to divide the spoils on the spot.

The number of drivers has dropped sharply, and it is even more difficult to distribute the injured to existing vehicles.

The van is military-style and has a bunch of buttons and systems in addition to the steering wheel.

John became the most suitable driver, and he had no choice but to climb into the driving seat, pick up Thalia, who had an injured arm, step on the accelerator, knock open the remaining half of the iron fence, and drive away.

The camp members returned to their vehicles.

They fled in the dusty wasteland and left the factory gathering place. Two rows of armored vehicles came out of the abandoned farm in the distance.

Top-loaded machine guns fired at them.

[Deal with the pursuers. (unacommpolished)】

【Escape from pursuit. (unacommpolished)】

"A bunch of bitches, they bite and don't let go, right? I'll break your fucking teeth..."

Thalia sat in the passenger seat and adjusted her weapons.

John couldn't hear clearly.

The clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, his spine was sore and terribly cold, he had multiple fractures and internal bleeding, and his breathing movements were like drinking boiled water and he could only sip in small sips.

"John, John! Now is not the time to fall down and go to sleep. You still have the steering wheel in your hands."

John sobered up a little.

He found that the whole car was shaking wildly, and the heavy objects mounted on it made the wheels slightly off the ground, and there was a risk of it rolling over at any time.

The escorting companions on the left and right were forced off the main road by him, forced to drive into the sand, and had to contend with the Exile.

As soon as he stabilized the car, his vision began to become blurry again.

"My medicine...take a shot, hurry up."

The weight of John's forelimbs was on the steering wheel. When he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse:
Two of his fingers were broken, his prosthetic limbs including the lightning grip had been disconnected, and the connection between the alloy skeleton and the nerves also needed to be adjusted.

"Uh, ah!"

John suddenly raised his neck.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo Lesheit!"

He didn't even know when Thalia took away the potion. He only felt a slight tingling near his neck, followed by numbness on his scalp and changes in light.

"Phew, I'm much better."

John saw the road clearly.

He stepped completely on the accelerator.

But a feeling of fear arose in John's heart: his body was so seriously injured that he could no longer be deceived by the emergency medicine.

His consciousness gradually became confused, and everything happening around him became intermittent fragments.

Thalia was still holding the needle just now.

The next second he raised his machine gun and leaned out of the window.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Don't sleep, just drive forward!"

"F-g-squid!"

……

There were continuous explosions on the road.

Bullets hit the glass.

One dangerous scene after another appeared before John's eyes, and every time he woke up, he was teetering on the edge of overturning and crashing.

He relied on his subconscious to avoid obstacles one after another, operating a heavy box truck to collide with a desert armored vehicle...

Debris fell at his feet.

Someone took the wheel.

Thalia carried him out of the driver's seat, vomiting blood as his scarf was ripped off.

Gray sky.

noise.

Nando shows up in his face with a gun

"Damn, he's dying!"

　Thanks Yuxiao for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)