My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 210: Getting into Trouble

"You know what I mean, right? Killing him won't make any sense."

John stood beside him with his arms folded, his expression calm.

If Gino shot Bismarck, the three of them would never be able to get out of the Source Equation.

"Fuck, of course I know."

In the end, Gino did not draw his gun, nor did he move his eyes away. He just stared at the mechanical arms cutting Bismarck's flesh.

John also lost the desire to communicate.

The sounds of arm twisting were intertwined, and the air was filled with the stench of chemicals and blood.

He somehow thought of the dim underground clinic in the East District.

The environment, equipment, sanitary conditions and quality of medicines of the two are very different.

Although John didn't understand, the incisions that were precise to the pores made him more professional than that drunkard Ryan Randall.

But to be honest

I felt safer in that dimly lit clinic.

The doctor once told an example when he was changing John's dressing.

A medical journal once said that the heart appears on the 21st day, and heartbeats begin around the 30th day and never stop until death.

That's a biological romance.

But now?

Extracorporeal circulation with cardiopulmonary bypass can be performed in any clinic on the street.

The slightly more high-end black market will install a secondary heart for you, with two pump bodies, connected to dozens of artificial muscle bundles, and a core slot will be free for the central chip.

John was now standing in the medical self-help area.

With the assistance of AI, mechanical equipment can perform cutting-edge surgery without human intervention.

obviously.

This operation, which is powerful enough to crush any underground clinic in Eden City, is definitely not the medical limit of the Source Equation Research Center.

John finally figured it out:

Why do I always feel a sense of disconnection when talking to corporate dogs, wealthy businessmen and powerful people?

They can "standardize" life.

They also lost their reverence for the flesh.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Gino's voice brought John back to reality from his wild thoughts.

"Maybe this kind of place can save your life. Of course, it can also save Macao... His last two examination reports are not optimistic. The inhibitor can only alleviate the virus's erosion of the organs."

"Have you ever considered giving Makao a new organ?"

"Of course I have thought about it. Replacing the heart or installing other things requires money... This is why I have tried to do dangerous business in the past two years."

Gino sighed and turned to look at John.

"We were just chatting, don't tell Makao, he's always worrying about nothing."

"I see."

[Custom channel: file transfer/default]

"Hey, I found a lot of good stuff."

The sound of sisal rope came from the corner.

There was a data cable plugged into his head, the signal light in the network access bay was flickering, and there were incomprehensible miniature devices on both sides of his arms.

A small window popped up in John's field of vision.

Graphic and text information with the source equation logo kept popping up and superimposed, accompanied by videos of various experimental records. The audio tracks overlapped and sounded a bit confusing.

“These things are actually all derived from the source equation.”

Gino is better at organizing information than John.

Her eyes wandered and she frowned occasionally, and she seemed very interested in some of the studies.

Sisal Rope put away the equipment, and seeing that Gino was still browsing, he couldn't wait to talk to John.

"Transplantable animal skin was very popular a few years ago. There are also legal genetically modified living pets and bionic robot assistants with weapon systems... Do you know?"

"I've seen ads for these things," John asked back, scratching the tip of his nose.

"What's so exciting about this? Every product has a provenance."

"But they all come from here. Fuck, you really don't understand. I met a fur girl with artificial skin transplanted at an offline party. She was so fucking soft. The ears and claws were so tempting just by looking at them!"

"..."

John lost the desire to continue communicating.

He knew that Sisal Rope was terrible at interacting with the opposite sex, and he didn't want to remind the other party that he had been deceived in a similar "offline gathering" not long ago.

[Hacking detected, network connection failed...]

[Prosthetic disabled: 12%]

A red warning suddenly popped up in John's field of vision.

[Authorization rejected/default]

The black light automatically activates, terminating the hacking process.

"Fake!"

John instantly freed himself from the hacking, turned around and threw Gino and Sisal Rope behind the cover, one in each hand.

The whole room began to glow red.

An emotionless electronic voice came from the speakers, warning those around not to interfere with the operation.

But no one paid any attention to it.

The cobalt blue arc twisted in the narrow room, almost brushing John's back and falling on the floor and wall.

I don't know when the electronic sliding door of the operating room was opened.

A volley of intelligent bullets shot directly into the room.

John held both men tightly.

Sparks flew across the projection of a robotic arm and a red exclamation mark.

Bismarck was at the center of the battle, lying quietly on the treatment chair, his open chest and bloody arms having entered the final stages of treatment.

The room was in chaos.

John calmed down after dodging the initial shots.

If the enemy really wanted to kill them, a group of strong men would have gone in and drowned them with stun grenades and non-lethal weapons.

The best news was that Bismarck was not shot.

The enemy didn't want to hurt him.

[Prosthesis: Messiah-Medusa V]

John even had time to watch the arcing of electricity on the wall.

He was almost certain:
The attacker used a high-precision smart weapon and activated the [Non-lethal Mode]. The bullets were not very powerful and would automatically avoid critical organs.

John lowered his gaze and saw that the roots of the sisal rope's ears were covered in blood.

He thought about the sudden attack and roughly pieced together the cause of the incident - Sisal Rope had hacked into the Source Equation network and must have touched the firewall. Now the security department is besieging them as intruders.

"Fuck you, idiot, I knew you were going to mess this up!"

Gino reacted faster than John and immediately realized that the sisal rope was the cause of the trouble.

She held her bleeding arm, gritted her teeth and pulled out the shrapnel embedded in the shallow layer of artificial leather, then grabbed the rolled gauze to stop the bleeding.

[Access...Retry, deny authorization/default]

Mosaics kept flashing in John's vision.

The Cyber ​​Security Department is remotely intervening against the intruders. Although the black light has blocked the enemy's first wave of invasion, they are inside the facility after all, which means they are exposed under the firewall and will be subject to constant interference.

Gino simply stopped the bleeding and immediately pulled out the data cable and micro control board.

She wanted to take over the network address of the sisal rope, release more puppets, or at least block the influence of enemy hackers on John.

Gino knew very well:

The warning shots will soon cease.

When the security personnel filed in, John was the only mercenary on the scene and their only support.

(End of this chapter)