My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 147: Highway Chase
The light sources on both sides exploded one after another, sparks burst out from the wires from time to time, and the darkness roared in like a giant beast and a storm.

John and Simon's motorcycle engines were cooling down rapidly, the vibrations and humming noises were decreasing sharply, but tension and fear were surging in the hearts of both riders at the same time.

They frantically tried the handbrakes, trying to gain a little initiative in the high-speed forced landing and narrow turns.

The bullets behind him were relentless, forming dotted lines in the air and causing flames and smoke to explode from time to time around the passage.

John and Simon whizzed out one after the other, flying over a ramp made of solid steel plates and construction waste, smashing the windows of the buildings in the intervening area.

The motorcycle wheels were spinning in the air, with smoke and dust swirling at the tail. Bright yellow bullets turned into lines and air waves that passed through the gap between them and the vehicle.

The two men fell onto the gravel road amid the flying debris.

This is the scheduled meeting point.

The motorcycle's shock absorbers are half-eaten and the electronic balancer is out of service, so the rider can only rely on his primitive control ability and, crucially, luck.

Simon was obviously the unlucky one.

After landing, he fell into a death swing and finally lost control uncontrollably, rolling on the ground with debris and the fallen motorcycle shell.

The wanderer has been speeding in the wilderness for many years and knows how to protect himself, so at most he broke some bones but was not unconscious or seriously injured.

The aircraft is chasing us.

The vector engine compresses the air and makes a popping sound.

The gap where John and his team broke out of the window exploded, and the supporting structure and half of the cover were torn into pieces like wrapping paper.

John drifted his head and turned around.

bang bang bang...

He positioned Hercules from behind and fired several shots at the target.

Unfortunately, although the rifle in smart mode can automatically aim in a small range, it cannot shake the military-grade shell of the aircraft, or it cannot continuously hit the weak points while moving at high speed.

The transport plane dived almost brushing the tunnel dome.

The linen camouflage shell and the white inkjet coding were worn to varying degrees. At this time, it bent over an arc and aimed the automatic cannon with a slightly red barrel at John.

His heart suddenly tightened, just when he thought the automatic cannon was going to make a hole in his body.

boom!
A flash of bright yellow hit the transport plane from the side.

The thick smoke was surging with black and red, and fragments of varying sizes were scattered all around accompanied by bright light.

The gust of wind knocked John over.

The outer shell of the transport plane was damaged, and electric arcs and crackling sounds were heard everywhere.

[This guy is really fucking tough. We need to keep some distance. This shot can't kill Lao Du for now! ]

Meiya's voice rang out.

John got up covered in dust and dirt, helped Simon up, and ran quickly towards the corner where the ammunition had just been fired.

Meiya had a waterproof backpack on her body. Judging from its size and the contours formed when she was running, there should be a portable device inside. Next to it was a small car with a skull graffitied on it.

She dropped the still smoking ammunition launcher and quickly opened the driver's seat to signal the two to get in.

John's Messiah prosthetic eye has a quick scan function in combat mode. By focusing his line of sight and performing a brief scan, he can determine that the RPG just now was a product of Faqi Military Industry, and should be part of the early supplies to support the Rift Party.

John and Simon got into the back row.

"GO, GO, GO, GO..."

The four wheels rolled up the gravel and spun madly, and the rectangular headlights spread out in the tunnel.

They quickly escaped from the abandoned mining site, changed to the Jurassic ZT15 outside, and let John sit in the driving seat.

The interior grade and armor quality instantly doubled.

John and the other two felt an inexplicable sense of security.

His prosthetic eye and built-in light strip lit up at the same time, and the retinal synchronization control system saw the vehicle condition data on the rosy blue screen. At the same time, the mileage was soaring, and the four heavy explosion-proof tires roared and spun.

The surging power is like a giant beast out of a cage.

Da da da da da…

The automatic artillery attacked from behind again.

The transport plane with a damaged hull staggered out of the cave, and its four crab-leg-shaped vector engines turned backwards. The blue-white flames were particularly obvious under the cover of night, and the distance was shortened in the blink of an eye.

【Time: 18:22】

"We're running out of time... I mean, if we really want to complete the mission given by Bone Shard, we have to find a way to kill that thing behind us."

John glanced at the time on the windshield in front of him, remembered the mission objective, and casually asked Maya who was sitting in the back seat bandaging Simon.

"Are you sure Lao Du is inside that iron shell?"

"Fuck, of course."

Maya and Simon controlled their postures to minimize the area exposed to the fire range. After all, the trunk armor was not very reliable under artillery pursuit.

If this continues, it will be over sooner or later.

Meiya thought for a moment, patted Simon's prosthesis and asked him about the specific model.

"Giant 65!?"

"Huh, that's right."

"European version or Asian version?"

Meiya immediately asked, her tone somewhat urgent, as if she was conducting an impromptu interrogation.

"Um, it's made in North America. The ligaments are made from Gaia cells, and the wrist accessories are made from the third generation of European special supply... Um, do you understand?"

Simon answered seriously, with reminiscence on his face.

He didn't ask about Maya's identity in detail, but he knew it was not a simple person just by looking at the speed at which she treated the wound and dug out the bullet.

"It's pretty damn good. I can definitely handle the recoil."

Maya reached over the console and handed the Hercules to Simon, letting John concentrate on driving to avoid the automatic artillery fire.

Night fell.

The lights of the city's high-rise buildings are comparable to moonlight, outlining the undulating contours of the suburban roads. The municipal solar road signs scattered on both sides are like satellites dotted around the viaducts and bends.

Gunfire and explosions echoed along the highway.

The armored vehicle swung left and right, jumped in and out of the road sides, and used the smoke and the natural terrain difference to avoid being shot. Its two red taillights left afterimages, and it was about to run into the range of the ring road.

By then, the ECPD will inevitably have to intervene.

The aircraft hovered diagonally behind the armored vehicle. The high temperature emitted by the vector engine continued to distort the air. The automatic cannon was loaded, and the bullets once again formed two bright yellow dotted lines and tried to lock onto it.

Da da da.

The trunk cover of the armored vehicle had been riddled with holes along the way, and a gap was torn open the moment the gun lines crossed again.

Simon flashed out, picked up the Hercules and placed it on the red gap.

"F--k! Bitch! Suck my dick!"

He roared and pulled the trigger, as if he wanted to swallow the gunfire into his stomach, and the muscles on both sides of his arms collapsed like concrete blocks.

The rosy blue electromagnetic bullet went upstream, crackling past the heavy armored hull of the aircraft, and adjusted its trajectory using the intelligent algorithm.

Drop drop-

The car system made a panicked noise.

John needed to process various information at the same time and perform field pulling at a speed of nearly two hundred yards. The armored vehicle in his hand was not as light and controllable as Ethanburg's supercar. The steering wheel was like a rein around the neck of a beast.

He activated Sianwestin and used neural overclocking to process all kinds of complex information.

Shift gears and slow down while braking.

欻——

The harsh sound of burning tires rang out amid the gunfire.

John's elbow hit the driver's window as he twisted the steering wheel.

Maya was not wearing a seat belt and was also thrown to the side. She quickly raised her leg and kicked Simon's arm with her thick-soled military boots to prevent the nearly 200-pound man from hitting her.

The Jurassic Armor drifted on the U-shaped mountain road, and the trunk scraped against the rock wall of the mountain, emitting sparks wildly. The white marks left behind were quickly covered and destroyed by artillery bullets.

The aircraft flew low and then quickly turned back.

John's Swanwesten was still running. In the world where time had stopped, he could see through the rearview mirror that boulders and road signs were broken, bullets were crisscrossing and colliding in the air, and 35mm artillery fired electromagnetic warheads into fireworks with blue arcs. Buzz——

The time stop ends.

As soon as John forced the erratic tire to the ground, the back seat was immediately covered with bullets, and the on-board system showed that the rear armor was reaching its limit.

[Mission target update]

[Shoot down the Fuki Vector transport plane. (Not achieved)]

"Fuck, Simon, are you fucking capable?"

"I almost pulled the fucking trigger!"

"That piece of iron has been bombarded before, can't you aim at the gap and put the damn bullet into du Raymond's XX!?"

"Shut up, this takes fucking time, understand!"

Simon roared again, as if Hercules's rate of fire had not yet satisfied his needs.

boom--

A stray bullet hit the front windshield right next to John.

“…Huh, Fuck!”

John gritted his teeth.

They were about to reach the outermost part of the city. The highway was flat and unobstructed, and engaging in a fire confrontation with military aircraft would definitely be the stupidest decision.

Meiya noticed John's impatience and started to explain.

Lao Du was in the driver's seat, protected by an iron lump. The gap caused by the previous shelling was on the lower side of the back. If he wanted to directly destroy the vector engine, he could only go around to the back.

John pondered for a moment, glanced at the prosthetic cooling tank and said.

"Simon! Get ready to take over the wheel."

He rushed out of the slope with the armored vehicle, and managed to maintain balance amid the shock of continuous forced landings. He then drifted diagonally to the center of the road, putting some distance between him and the aircraft behind him.

Simon pulled up the passenger seat and stepped his brown hard-soled denim shoes onto the gently curved console.

If it wasn't an emergency, John would have been furious.

He folded down the seat, propped up his body and left, handing the steering wheel and his life to Simon, while he went around to the back and picked up the machine gun.

Click.

John reached out and switched the trigger to kinetic blind-fire mode, discarding the assistance of the smart aiming chip, maxed out the rate of fire and burst, and then replaced it with a full magazine.

buzzing-

A shadow passed over the roof of the car.

The aircraft has already caught up with us.

John took a deep breath and started the Swanwestin. The chaotic sound of gunfire filled his ears like cotton.

He raised his gun and shot the connection of the armor, then kicked the shaky trunk out. The entire iron plate twisted and flew into the air, and his vision instantly became wide.

The aircraft tilted to its right position.

Its two gun barrels glowed red in the dark night, and the surface of the brown iron shell was covered with charred black.

Da da da.

The automatic artillery was like a jammed typewriter, with metal bullets being pulled out and creating double images in the flames.

With the help of Swanwestin, John adjusted himself in the time-stop world, picked up the machine gun and jumped out of the car.

Snap, crunch—

Meiya heard a teeth-grinding friction sound.

She curled up and tucked her limbs under the seat to avoid being exposed to the artillery range without her armor.

Da da da……

Bullets were destroying the interior of the vehicle.

Meia saw through the rearview mirror:
John slid backwards with the help of the trunk lid, and at a very fast speed, he lay on his back in a shower of sparks and raised the Hercules, with the butt of the gun stuck in the gap and firing into the air.

The huge recoil caused the sliding speed to drop sharply.

John raised his face, his prosthetic eye flickering, repeatedly illuminated by the flames from the muzzle, as if he was looking up at an electronic firework, and hot shell casings fell around the metal plate.

The gap at the tail of the bat wing was filled with bullets, and the vector engine was instantly engulfed in flames.

Boom, hum——

The four vector engines retracted their torches, and the engines first made strange noises, which then weakened as the altitude decreased.

The Fuki Vector transport plane crashed onto the road with thick smoke coming out.

Jurassic ZT15 braked to avoid the situation and came to a steady stop amid the smoke and flames.

John also propped himself up and watched from a distance.

The metal wings of the aircraft bent when they touched the ground, the hard parts sank into the ground and twisted, and the spare parts were engulfed in thick smoke and flames, which gathered into a storm and splashed everywhere.

"Hey, John, we should go."

Simon stretched out his arm and patted the driver's window.

The ECPD is expected to arrive soon.

John raised his gun and looked over carefully, and saw Du Raymond in the completely distorted cockpit.

This madman is indeed born an exile.

He transformed himself into a semi-mechanical monster, with his body completely integrated with the operating console, connected by countless tubes and conductors, a tactical eyepiece embedded in his face, and blood all around his mouth and nose.

John's prosthetic eye is of the highest grade.

He started the shooting program a little awkwardly, waited for the progress bar to load in the scanning filter, then scanned the surrounding scene, and waved his hand to focus as prompted by the pop-up window.

This source document will serve as mission evidence.

[Contact Bone slag. (Not achieved)]

【Time: 18:30】

Time just skipped forward when John sat in the back seat.

He immediately sent a text message, first stating that the mission was completed, and then uploading the on-site source files.

Simon drove the two of them away from the city.

The red and blue lights of the patrol drones are already visible, and the sirens are especially clear in the somewhat empty suburbs, detached from the noise of the city.

[Contact-Ethan Rutledge[Voice call]]

John tiredly put down the heavy machine gun, signaled to Maya with his eyes, and then answered the phone in front of Simon.

"It's done..."

[I haven't watched the video yet, but I believe in you, John. Things are definitely more difficult than I thought, but you handled it very well. I began to re-evaluate your professionalism and prepared to invest more chips and... trust. ]

Gu Cha spoke at a steady but fast pace, as if he was in a hurry, and he didn't even give John a chance to speak.

[The money has been transferred to your account. I asked the finance department to check the reward offered by the Eden City Police Department for Lao Du. Haha, it's a bit low. I guess the officials also know some inside information, so I just went through the process and paid the equivalent of double the reward.]

"That's really generous, but I don't really care that much."

John glanced at Maya from the corner of his eye.

She was looking out the window at this point, avoiding eye contact, but in fact she must have had her ears perked up to listen to the message.

Recalling the entire action process tonight...

Meia can be said to have a panoramic view of the overall situation, but she behaves like an unknown supporting role.

She doesn't steal the limelight or argue with her teammates, but she always plays a huge role at critical moments, giving timely reminders and coordination, raising doubts when risks are needed, and never saying too much after making a decision.

John didn't know whether this was the result of the training by the Special Intelligence Agency or a good quality unique to Maya.

He demanded before Bone Shatter hung up the phone.

"The reward is two parts. Within five minutes, I want to see a photo of Gerry and her daughter next to the alarm clock."

(End of this chapter)