My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 199 199: Farewell

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John used his visitor ID to open the electronic sliding door.

He smelled a faint scent of alcohol, he couldn't tell if it was disinfectant alcohol or a mixture of something else. He crossed the threshold, faced the bed, and smelled the familiar perfume in his memory.

"Hey, it's me."

John paused for a second before sending out the greeting.

"…Hi, John. Whew."

Angelica's voice was very weak, with a respirator stuffed in her nostrils and patches and IV tubes all over her body.

John was a little distracted, then realized he had been staring for too long, blinked and looked away and said.

"Sorry, maybe I should bring a bouquet of flowers?"

"Oh, please don't do that. That's not like you."

Angelica was so thin that her bones were visible. Her eyebrows and hair had all fallen out, and there were surgical markings on her bald head.

She seemed to be in good spirits, as if she was just trying to stay strong.

John pulled out the stool next to him, sat on it backwards, put his hands on the backrest, and asked about her condition as if chatting.

Blacklight destroyed the lockdown program.

Angelica successfully escaped from the control of Seikry.

But the high technology in her body is not only a shackle for prisoners, but also the key to maintaining life.

In the war when the Black Gold Gang occupied the West District, Angelica was seriously injured as a child. During the years of rehabilitation treatment, the transformation carried out by the Precision Heavy Industry Laboratory affected her brain nerves and organs.

Blacklight's override is aggressive.

John had seen firsthand what terrible fates all the hackers who had a physical connection to him had met.

Gino almost died once, too.

It's really not easy for Angelica to be alive.

It can also be seen afterwards:
Vito has made sufficient preparations over the years, laying the groundwork for every possibility.

Including this time's use of John, it was not just a matter of leaving it alone. He attracted the attention of the top management of Escrypt, allowing Angelica to leave Borago as soon as possible.

The Sefikel Rescue Center has clearly been chosen.

The saber is here to guard.

Who comes and who dies.

Angelica's rehabilitation surgery was very difficult. It removed 46.6% of the implants, replaced damaged internal organs, and replaced the hidden experimental Swanstein that was damaged by the black light with an artificial spine.

"I'm lucky."

She smiled as if showing off, but she looked a little tired.

"Really? Damn it, why do I feel like they are two unlucky guys?"

John smiled bitterly, took out the earrings from the inside pocket of his coat, and completed the task assigned by Gino.

Angelica glanced at him in slight surprise.

"I really thought you didn't bring a gift. Wait, is it from Gino?"

Angelica's expression became much more complicated.

She had prepared herself mentally, and even repeatedly reminded herself:

Life in Eden City will soon be far away from her. Don't think too much about it, don't miss it. All interpersonal relationships have ended, but after all, she has truly lived in the West End for so many years.

"How are they?"

"Well, I can't really tell. The streets become unfamiliar in the blink of an eye."

John talked about Winna and Gilad.

Angelica has always been a good listener.

It was as if they were back in the tipsy bikini corner, chatting about other people’s experiences at the edge of the dim light strip.

John shrugged, as if to comfort the other person.

"I'll do my best to take care of them."

"No, John."

Angelica shook her head.

"Don't make other people's lives depend on yours. It's not your fault if their lives get worse. The responsibility is too heavy."

"Hey, you know, I didn't do it for anyone in particular. Killing people and helping others can make me feel better."

John denied it in a familiar way.

Angelica didn't reveal it either.

John sat in front of the bed and talked numbly, the topic extended to Gerry, Meia, restaurant management, and the relationship with Damascus...

After chatting for a long time, he felt it was too long-winded.

Angelica listened very carefully.

John could see her weakness and realized that goodbye might be forever, but he really didn't know what kind of emotion he should have, how to express it, and how to react...

Every time I feel emotional.

He always becomes extremely calm at some point, as if all emotions beyond the threshold have been wiped out.

Just like it is now.

There was no ripple in his heart, and it was terrifyingly calm.

It's like a machine that receives an instruction that it cannot process, and no matter how hard it tries, it cannot produce "normal" feedback.

John suddenly felt a chill on the back of his hand.

Angelica propped herself up and held him, her bony back exposed through her open-chest surgical gown, the thin suture scars still oozing blood.

"You don't look well."

"... Phew~ No, John, this is important."

Angelica held his hand tightly, frowned and endured the pain, then asked very seriously.

"Come with me, please, and leave Eden City."

"..."

John was a little surprised, his raised eyebrows dropped, but his slightly opened lips slowly curled up.

He finally rejected Angelica with a smile.

"Mr. Vito didn't prepare two tickets."

"You know, that's not a problem."

Angelica exposed his excuse, and John helped her lie down after a brief silence.

He didn't say he only had ten days to live.

"I still lost the bet. Phew~ If I had known you would refuse, I definitely wouldn't want you to see me like this."

She smiled and sighed, then slowly closed her eyes while lying on the bed.

"In all the dreams I had about leaving Eden, we were supposed to roll out a blanket in front of the landing window and get some wine to celebrate. We were just having sex. It was a bit much to ask, but at least we had to have a kiss goodbye."

Angelica's voice gradually faded as she teased John in a familiar tone.

John sometimes doesn't understand it either.

Is it physical need or spiritual comfort between them? Is there something else hidden in their lonely eyes after each end?

"..."

John helped her adjust her sleeping position.

"Don't shy away from the fact that we had sex. It happened, but that's not the whole reason I'm here."

John touched her cheek and kissed her gently goodbye.

"Sleep for a while, and when you wake up it will be a new beginning."

Angelica didn't open her eyes, but for the first time she showed signs of embarrassment.

After half an hour.

Silver Knight 577 left the Safekel Rescue Center.

John held the steering wheel with one hand anxiously, the engine roared, and a body wrapped in a white sheet sat in the passenger seat.

An unmanned reconnaissance aircraft flew across the sky.

There are vehicles quietly following around.

[Mission target update]

[Shake off the pursuer and head to the port container area. (Not achieved)]

Silver Rider 577 approached the ring road checkpoint.

John's scattered attention finally returned, and he saw several ECPD armored vehicles blocking the road in front of the metal arch.

Several modified cars with red and yellow graffiti lined up in front of the gate for inspection.

John's prosthetic eye narrowed and he immediately noticed that the on-duty personnel were always glancing in his direction, while those seemingly "normal" vehicles had their windows closed in the hot afternoon.

There was a grim atmosphere brewing in the air.

An off-road vehicle with tires of huge diameter drove up and drove side by side with Silver Rider 577.

John glanced, then looked away, and withdrew his arm as if preparing to roll up the window.

suddenly!

The windows of Ethan Berg's supercar dropped down instantly.

John picked up a large-caliber assault rifle and fired at the side, and the bullets mixed with gunpowder poured into the opponent's car. [Weapon: Hercules MAX]

[Module: Overload Combustion, Advanced Armor Piercing]

The SUV was vibrating on the spot, its thick tires were smoking, and the open driver's seat was a mess of blood and flesh.

欻——

John stepped on the accelerator and retracted the Hercules.

If he had fired the gun a little later, he would have been the one attacked - the waiting vehicles around him, the police on duty at the checkpoint, and the speeding gangs further away were all problematic.

These people gathered from all directions of the bypass, seemingly meeting by chance, but in fact they were waiting for John.

Angelica is the daughter of the leader of the Black Gold Gang.

This kind of bargaining chip will make the gang war more delicate. Even Jinggong Heavy Industries, which controls the West District, will need Vito Russell's handle.

Hawthorne was right.

The mission is far from over.

Silver Rider 577 stepped on the accelerator, and with the sound of burning tires and a faint smoke, he forced his way out in front of the rising isolation pile.

The vehicles around the checkpoint also reveal their true intentions.

The sound of burning tires was intertwined.

They slammed the steering wheel, trying to block the road ahead.

As soon as the modified cars turned out from the front, Silver Rider 577 whizzed past with its acceleration advantage.

All checkpoint warning lights turned red.

The drone ejected from the launch pad, sirens blaring.

John couldn't tell whether the ECPD was enforcing the law normally or had been bribed by some force to help with the blockade.

Da da da.

Some of the pursuers caught up.

Several gunmen climbed out of the windows and fired wildly at the supercar. The bullets landed near the taillights, making a peculiar friction sound.

Silver Knight 577's armor has been fully upgraded.

The urban camouflage components and bulletproof interlayer make it almost unscathed, and the scratches caused so far only require simple maintenance afterwards.

John kept increasing the speed of the car.

He turned from the checkpoint onto the overpass and officially entered the city. The traffic around him gradually became denser, and the billboards and deafening commercial advertisements that occupied his vision blended into the roar of engines and violent brakes.

The streets became complex and winding.

There are only two motorcycles that can keep up with Silver Rider 577.

[Vehicle: Naginata]

【Manufacturer: Faqi Group】

John knew it was a Japanese dog at a glance.

The motorcycle killer no longer concealed himself, lowered his head and accelerated, pulled out the submachine gun from the weapon slot and fired, and drifted in the corner almost close to the ground.

The spinning thick tires created a cloud of dust.

The blue flame from the smart weapon spread across the car's exterior without penetrating the glass.

The two killers reacted quickly, put away their guns, changed gears, accelerated at full speed, and threw a magnetic bomb after getting close to the sports car.

John's vision was connected to the vehicle's system, and he could see the other party's movements clearly.

欻——

Silver Rider 577 suddenly braked.

Smoke billowed from around the tires.

John slammed the steering wheel, his prosthetic eye focused and flashed, switching all assisted driving modes to manual intervention.

The whole car drifted and turned on the spot.

Strong winds blew in through the window, and the body on the passenger seat was shaking wildly, restrained in place by the seat belt.

The bomb mistake started to overtake and hit the guardrail.

boom!
Explosions were heard around the viaduct.

The directional shockwave did not cause any effective damage to the sports car.

The motorcycle killer who was close was engulfed in flames and smoke, the vehicle overturned, and sparks and a little blood spread in the collision.

John retracted his gun and glanced at the camera.

Silver Rider 577 did not lose control due to the chaos, but drifted and reversed, using inertia to drive backwards into the downhill slope.

John jerked the steering wheel and retracted the passenger seatbelt.

The supercar's scissor doors are lifted up!
The corpse that had "struggled for a long time" finally broke free, flew out of the passenger seat, collided with another motorcycle that was close to the body of the car, and flew off the guardrail with the killer.

hum-

欻——

John drifted again and straightened the car.

His expression did not change much. He looked around and found that the suspect vehicles chasing him on the ground had disappeared, and the pursuers further away also gave up after seeing the ECPD's formation.

Silver Rider 577 continued to increase its speed.

Sirens blared on the city streets.

The sunlight was pale and the dust was flying.

The black and white police car moved closer to the supercar, staring at the gleaming blue and red flashing lights.

John drove very fast, and he specifically chose to speed up on narrow sections of road where only one car could pass.

No one could keep up with him.

[Warning, this is an ECPD on-duty operator, you have violated...]

A mechanical sound came from the car stereo.

High-speed drones shuttled in front of sheds and high-rise facades, communicating through electronic jamming.

[Hacking detected, vehicle control/rejected]

ECPD has the senior right of way.

Vehicles equipped with intelligent systems are subject to remote intervention.

This is a common law enforcement method.

The best used of these are the special operations teams.

When they control an area or fight against cyberpsychosis, they will block the streets through the "right of way" program. Surrounding vehicles will receive similar prompt messages, and vehicles equipped with intelligent systems will even be taken over on the spot.

Just like it is now.

John raised his head and scanned the viaduct to the commercial street.

Smart vehicles were all subject to varying degrees of control, with emergency braking and pulling over occurring.

But that doesn't mean anything to Black Light.

Silver Knight 577 didn't slow down at all.

The control code for the municipal system flashed in his artificial eye for only half a second.

The vehicle system managed by Black Light cannot even be penetrated by network monitoring under direct connection.

John continued to drive on the complicated road, and the stopped vehicles around him provided him with opportunities.

Silver Knight 577 plunged into the tunnel, switching the color of urban camouflage in the flashing wall lights.

Honeycomb-like cracks spread across.

The hood and rear wing shape changed accordingly.

hum-

The tunnel compressed the engine sound to the extreme, as if it was tearing open the concrete dome.

The black-glazed supercar with red taillights roared out, and the drone above was briefly delayed after scanning.

[Report updated, the suspect is currently registered as a modified Silver Knight 577, black paint, repeat, black paint...]

hum-

John heard the warning over the car radio.

By the time the patrol drone reacted again, he had already rushed into another tunnel and changed the color scheme again.

The supercar circled around the edge of the city, completely away from the viaduct.

After a while.

East District Factory Avenue is lined with high-rise buildings.

Buildings can be seen everywhere on the cement-colored skyscrapers, connected by a tangle of giant pipes and wires.

whoosh-

whoosh-

Two black and blue aircraft flew past the glass curtain wall.

Hover cars and city tracks snake overhead.

John slowly emerged from the shadows of the block in his supercar. Looking around, there was no sign of pursuers or police.

He drove to the correct address without delay.

(End of this chapter)