My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 71 070: Minor
Two soldiers had their faces covered in plasma.

The corpse shook for a moment, and the headless body collapsed in front of the table wearing a suit of armor.

"Damn it!"

"Shet!"

Their rifles kept moving, but they did not find the attacker's specific location in the first place.

"Over the head!"

The ceiling had been soaked into disarray by the water that had penetrated the pipes. Between the two rows of light tubes, in the darkest place, several boards had completely fallen off.

It's easy to be dazzled when you first look up.

John held the revolver and dropped from the top.

Gunfire rang out.

The bullet fired by the company dog ​​exploded the light tube behind him, and the collapsing sparks and arcs of electricity traveled through the humid room.

The light flickers on and off.

John fired only one shot in the air before landing, barely hitting the shoulder of the soldier on the left.

The other party gritted his teeth in pain.

The muzzle of the gun was tilted, and the remaining bullets hit the wall.

After John landed, he rolled forward and rolled to the side, cocked the barrel of the gun, aimed the heavy-caliber technical revolver at his chin and fired twice.

Thick plasma and the crackling sound of skulls overwhelmed the soldier's companions.

Finally the company soldier was frightened.

He shot randomly, and most of the bullets were blocked by the corpse, and the missing parts were caught by the body armor.

John was still prone on the ground.

He picked up the corpse's legs and rushed forward, knocking the remaining man to the ground.

Boom.

John stepped forward, flipped the metal handle of the vodka, and hit the opponent on the bridge of his nose.

"Sang Mo Le Bi..."

The guy was so fucked that he was dizzy, his mouth was rude, and his eyes were not clear when a black metal tube was pressed against his head.

boom--

The bullet passed through the eye socket, shattering the edge of the implant and the skull, setting it directly into the floor.

Blood slowly flowed back along the cracks.

John recovered several grenades from the enemy.

He now has the advantage of information. Looking around, he can see the outlines marked by red data streams.

The sniper has not left the building platform yet, but is running. He probably wants to continue to occupy the commanding heights to prevent anyone from escaping.

Fortunately, I had sneaked in to clean up the scene before, which relieved some of the pressure.

There are still six or seven soldiers gathering towards this place. They must have discovered that there was a problem with the channel in the team and changed the backup frequency.

No new sounds came from the headphones.

He looked around and saw figures through the walls who were keeping the indoor search going.

[Task progress update]

[Resolve 0/7 of Plato's soldiers. (unacommpolished)】

John left the cramped room.

He threw a few bombs towards the end of the corridor, and the parabola and tumble position could be clearly observed in night vision mode.

The bombs bear dwindling numbers.

Then flames mixed with shock waves echoed in the corridor.

Half of the glass surrounding the building was instantly shattered. Two of the soldiers who reached the end lay on the ground motionless, while the others began to throw various flash bombs and EMP grenades to fight back.

John retreated directly into the room.

This child is their key target and they should not easily attack with lethal weapons.

The disadvantages are also obvious.

The soldiers blocked the exit, slowed down the pace, and directly requested support from Plato Company to solve the problem.

It takes at most twenty minutes for the float car to get here.

John didn't dare to delay, so he could only take out his smart rifle and force his way in before he could even step out of the door...

"Ouch!"

He felt like there was a needle pricking the side of his neck.

[Hacking detected, prosthetic body restarts process...]

[Progress: 34%]

John turned on the scan and looked around, and saw a computer on the table. The lens was flashing, and a red stream of data was connected to him.

There must be hackers in the corporate combat unit.

John directly fucked the computer.

Hacking aborted.

The opponent began to close their formation.

John ran out along the corridor, randomly throwing the bombs collected on the corpses, and used the explosion and smoke to pull himself out.

He raised his rifle and fired.

Heat waves and crumbling debris brushed against body armor and walls.

John stood firmly in the middle of the storm, aiming at the red outline and continuously pulling the trigger. The bullets penetrated the smoke and kept hitting the opponent's vital points.

The company's combat teams all have professional protective gear.

Hitting the head is the most cost-effective option. Information transparency is the only advantage John can seize. He must leave before support arrives.

Otherwise, he will only die.

The corridor on the left was cleared instantly. The hacker hiding in the corner looked thin and tall. He was not wearing heavy armor, but a deep-diving suit with the Plato logo.

John fired rapidly, without hesitation, and immediately ran to the roof of the building.

He kicked open the iron door, threw the helmet out, and heard a crash...

The helmet sandwich exploded into pieces.

John stepped out and fired several shots the moment a figure appeared in the scope.

The sniper, who had no time to adjust his muzzle, fell to the ground.

John maintained his posture and stepped forward while shooting. After observing him at close range, he did not forget to put a bullet in his head.

He picked up the opponent's weapon.

[Weapon: Plato’s Night Banquet BI-06]

【△5/0】

John picked up the technical sniper rifle and pulled the bolt again. He didn't have time to search for the magazine and stepped on the edge of the building.

The slightly moist night breeze flowed up along the mottled wall, causing his clothes to sway slightly, revealing the body armor underneath.

Company soldiers also have ideas.

While John was clearing the soldiers on one side and going upstairs, they rushed directly into the room, picked up the hostages and left.

John caught his breath.

He watched the three soldiers running out the door with their guns in hand:
A cover target.

One went out first to check out the outdoor environment.

One of them was cleaning his tail behind, and before leaving, he looked up to observe the location of the building's periphery and roof.

boom--

The electromagnetic bomb blasted his head from top to bottom.

The company soldier fell down almost as soon as he raised his head, and the other two soldiers fled instantly.

John didn't pull the bolt and fired immediately.

Since there was no reset calibration, the bullet was slightly deflected and only hit the other person's body.

The electromagnetic bullet did not penetrate, but still knocked the person down. Before the soldier could raise his gun to fight back, two more bullets were fired, hitting the chest and abdomen in turn.

"Damn it."

John didn't have time to run down the stairs. He stepped the sniper rifle in front of him, raised the rifle and aimed it at the edge of the floor diagonally below to empty the magazine.

This observatory has been abandoned. The building is a special-shaped geometry with multiple staggered floors. The top is a dome astronomical room, and there are several small terraces below leading to the experimental building.

John jumped directly from the rooftop, crashed into the window sill, and rolled several times in the abandoned building.

In addition to being bulletproof, subcutaneous armor can also prevent scratches from sharp objects.

After he landed, he didn't have time to rest. He rushed to the front window again and put his feet on the countertop to flip out. He rushed to the end of the corridor, jumped up and grabbed the maintenance ladder on the side and slid down.

The thick toast transporter within the walls has started. John stood at the main entrance.

He took out his sniper rifle again and waited quietly, adjusting his breathing and synchronizing the prosthetic eye into the scope.

A strong light source flashed across the field of vision.

Night vision mode exhibits brief noise.

John switched to naked sight with prosthetic eyes, the implant adjusted the light perception, and he immediately saw the driver sitting in the driving seat clearly.

boom--

The last bullet was fired.

The unique buzzing sound of the electromagnetic bomb penetrated the air, the glass shattered, and the rapid braking was accompanied by the sound of debris being knocked over...

John gave up sniping and replaced it with Zebra GUB.

He watched calmly as the transport vehicle tilted in front of him, barely coming to a stop from its precarious balance.

The company soldier clutched his right chest and gasped, coughing blood from his mouth. After a brief struggle, he lost all signs of life.

John pulled away from the co-pilot and carried away the child who was knocked unconscious again.

Soldiers from Plato's company could arrive at any time.

[Mission target update]

[Talk to the baseball bat. (optional)]

[Escape from Plato Company. (unacommpolished)】

John called for the familiar motorcycle and threw the hostage on the front hood to maintain balance with his body.

Then came the night rush.

Although there are several company cars nearby, they cannot be used - even if Plato's firewall can be taken care of, there is no extra time to remove the individual locator.

The company's aerial vehicle will be searched based on the signal source.

Machine guns shoot at the ground, electromagnetic bombs are thrown down from a distance, or things are placed on the road to intercept...

In short, there are many ways to die.

John knew what they were doing, so he got into his car and left the ring road as quickly as possible.

Instead of contacting Gino, he called Tinfoil.

[Tinfoil: I’ll give you 30 seconds. 】

A slightly irritable voice came from the phone.

As a mercenary, John is a nocturnal creature, but members of Haven are all under formal contracts and have various troubles to deal with during the day, so their work and rest schedules are relatively normal.

"I heard from Gino that you have some kind of organization..."

[To put it bluntly, I’m really sleepy. 】

"Do you know the baseball bat? A South American kid is lying on the hood of the motorcycle. We are running for our lives."

【What? The Wanderer League one...wait, okay, I just saw the email message. Gino actually asked you for help. Um, you just said he was a child? We have never met each other...】

"Hey, wait a minute, girl, I'm not calling to help you open the box offline for netizens. Run for your life, understand? I need a place where no one will kick in my door."

[Uh, yes, sorry. I just woke up and need to think about it. The sleeping pills are eating my brain. Who is chasing you? 】

"Company dog."

John had already passed through the dam tunnel at this time, and through the rearview mirror of his motorcycle he could see a float vehicle flying towards the accident site in the sky in the distance.

Reinforcements presumably called by the company dog ​​were coming.

"I don't know if the network supervisors intervened, but the whole scene was Plato's soldiers and Bismarck."

[That project leader? 】

"That's right, the sinister guy who traded with Eden. Anyway, I feel like I'm poking a hornet's nest right now. I have to find a safe place to stop and figure out what's going on."

John explains the dilemma.

They all know the consequences of being hunted by the company.

The last person who pissed off Plato was called Tie Zukunbu, and he still doesn't dare to show his face in the city of Eden.

"Or should I avoid Fenggang?"

[Forget it, I haven’t reported it to Eden. I’ll send you a safe house under the company’s name. Go from the V36 checkpoint on Huancheng Road. When you pass the smart scanner, wait for the signal and I’ll wipe it for you. Remove the electronic tail at the back. 】

"Ok."

John noted the route and turned the car around.

When he was preparing for the second round of midnight driving, the baseball bat lying on the hood suddenly shook his head and wanted to get up.

Before John had time to speak...

Baseball Bat was frightened by the rapidly changing street scene and the narrow "front seat" of the motorcycle.

His hands and feet had nowhere to go and began to scratch, and he even wanted to turn around to see John's back clearly.

"Hey, Fuck, stop him!"

crunch--

The motorcycle made messy skid marks on the road.

After John slowed down the speed of the car, he immediately held down the kid's head and pushed it down hard. Without controlling the force, he directly hit the hard hood plate bulge.

boom!
The baseball bat screamed and bounced back, raising its head, and the back of its head hit John's clenched fist.

boom.

There was no screaming this time.

After two critical hits, the little ghost fell asleep again.

"I'm really bad at getting along with kids."

John cursed and hit the accelerator again, the tires spinning rapidly towards the agreed bridge.

There are no personnel on duty on the road.

It's early morning, the huge industrial fonts are glowing, and the V36 logo can be seen in the distance.

There are speedometers, vehicle scanners, and automatic isolation piles on both sides.

The Eden City Police Department has invested a huge amount of money in these things, claiming that in order to reduce the casualty rate on duty at night and take care of the families of the police officers,

But the police officers who have been optimized and laid off have put up their boards and paraded for several rounds.

The drivers drove slowly through the gate.

The shark in front of John rolled down the window and threw the finished drink casing on the detector. The angle was so well controlled that it was not recognized by the camera and could only issue a mild warning.

[Scan detected, communication signal request/confirmation. 】

[Tinfoil: John, can you hear me? 】

"You actually hacked the municipal government's machines. Will the police department condone you doing this?"

John said he was a little surprised.

He has never seen anyone cut off a public channel for their own use.

[The group of softies who are being manipulated by the company will definitely have no problem with it. Even the director only cares about the political position of this organization in Eden City. 】

John was noncommittal.

Being an Eden City police officer is a thankless job.

[Listen to me, you go directly to the coordinate point. I will follow the road to help you process the images to avoid being followed. Now the company executives are involved. So don't tell Gino yet, she has no means of protecting herself. We will meet and talk later. 】

John handed his back to the tinfoil.

Ethan Berg's motorcycle drove through the city and found a tangled cluster of apartments.

[Eden City-Apartment No. 164, Sakura Crossing Street]

John drove the car into the elevated level.

There are gradually more Asian faces around.

This place belongs to the Xiaoding Gang's territory.

The streets are filled with colorful advertisements for the custom industry, and messy and complex three-dimensional projections dance wildly among demons.

The high-rise company buildings tower into the sky, cold and gloomy, but the residential areas are filled with complex, messy old apartments.

John carried the baseball bat and walked into the narrow tunnel.

There were piles of cardboard boxes in the corner, and all kinds of vile music could be heard from inside. Men and women wearing super-sensory players looked as if they were dead. Drugs were scattered on the ground beside them. There were also practitioners with messy hair standing up, smoking cigarettes and getting ready to recruit. Next customer.

John's appearance attracted no attention.

He opened a studio on the top floor with a secret key electronic lock. The metal sliding door was very thick and heavy. There were signs of strong smashing on the surface. The gaps between the door leaf and the wall were full of graffiti.

The light strips came on and the door closed.

Tinfoil came out from behind the tin cabinet.

After confirming that it was John who came in, she lifted up her hoodie and put a bright technical pistol back on her waist.

　Thanks to Ni Shiliu, Delicious Canned Food, and Ning Yichen for the tip

　　
　
(End of this chapter)