My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 212: Mediation

John's intuition told him that this guy was dangerous.

Iron Scorpion is of average height among mercenaries, with strong muscles under his tactical vest. Half of the skin on his nose has been replaced with metal patches, suggesting that he has suffered severe corrosion damage.

John's weapons were confiscated before he entered the facility.

He instinctively reached for the dagger the other person had dropped, but just as his fingertips were about to touch the handle...

Swah——

The heavy dagger vanished before John's eyes.

To be precise, it flew back to Iron Scorpion's hand at an extremely fast speed.

John noticed the prosthetic prosthesis protruding from the other person's palm.

It runs through the entire metacarpal bone. Unlike a ballistic coprocessor, based on the scan results, it should be a so-called "launch aid," whose function is to retrieve the throwing knife or to throw it quickly.

[Detection...]

A black light popped up as a notification, then quickly disappeared.

The cybersecurity department launched another attack, but it was blocked by Gino again.

Almost at the same time.

Iron Scorpion gripped the dagger in reverse, and a blast of air shot out from the heat dissipation vent below his knee, like a fully armed poisonous stinger stabbing straight at John!
He was incredibly fast, closing the distance with his CQC tactical maneuvers combined with swift knife skills...

The sense of oppression was astonishing.

John grabbed the metal tray from the operating table and swung it to block, but in one exchange, he was sliced ​​diagonally by the other's dagger.

Huhu——

The iron scorpion stabbed twice.

His arms were as nimble as springs, yet the knives he thrust out were more terrifying than sniper bullets.

The whistling wind in my ears sent chills down my spine.

John rarely dealt with such a tricky guy.

Wavin Sack frowned as well.

The head of security at Gaia Cell clearly hadn't expected that a street mercenary he didn't even recognize would be able to entangle with him for so long.

Of course, this was limited by the venue, and with a company project manager lying next to him, Iron Scorpion couldn't give it his all.

They indirectly activated S.A.S.A.

Two afterimages fought around the operating table, with occasional orange-red sparks flying out. The overhead lighting equipment also became unstable and flickered in the magnetic field generated by the prosthetic body.

The two distanced themselves again, but did not fight again.

S.A.S. needs cooling.

John was actually more seriously injured, and the lack of weapons put him at a significant disadvantage in close-quarters combat aided by his advanced cybernetic prosthetics.

He forced himself to create distance, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

As Iron Scorpion was being kicked away, he pulled out a high-speed throwing knife. The sharp blade grazed John's ribs, pierced through his work jacket, and embedded itself in the wall directly opposite him.

hum-

S.A.S ...

The iron scorpion left a black afterimage in the air.

The metal joints unleashed terrifying power, and the dagger nimbly changed direction in his palm, its silver-gray blade sharp and menacing in a colorless world.

boom!
John also activated S.A.S.A.

[Chip: Naked Assassination]

He charged into the opponent's inner circle, his arm was slashed and bleeding profusely, but he didn't retreat an inch!

Hand-to-hand combat is a must!

Prosthetic bodies that specialize in a particular function often sacrifice other performance characteristics.

In particular, a fully equipped high-explosive prosthetic body will definitely be slightly inferior to a traditional operating system in terms of strength.

John had exchanged blows with him several times and had long realized that Yggdrasil was slightly stronger.

sizzle-

boom.

The overhead light strip exploded.

The magnetic field changes caused by the two advanced S.A.S ...

The world has returned to normal.

Gino looked up and saw the flashing warning lights:

John and Iron Scorpion were locked in a stalemate, a dagger pinned between two hands reinforced with alloy skeletons.

Hey.

Gino heard a strange sound, turned his head, and saw another dagger embedded in the wall vibrating.

"John, behind you!"

Swah——

The dagger was plunged straight into the back of John's head. Gino screamed.

Her outstretched hand movements gradually slowed down.

Iron Scorpion's eyes widened, and his pupils contracted.

John's S.A.S. has a special mechanism that allows him to be activated an extra time with Blacklight before the cooldown is complete.

This is his trump card.

John pulled his arm away, turned around, grabbed the knife, and held the dagger to Iron Scorpion's temple.

He didn't stab it.

Because Iron Scorpion's dagger was also pressed against his own heart.

They were all advanced cybernetic bodies, and they all knew that if anyone made a rash move, they would all perish together.

John actually has a slight advantage.

He stopped mainly to protect Gino; if he risked serious injury to kill Iron Scorpion, he would have no chance to leave the Source Equation.

Hula la.

A group of heavily armored soldiers carrying live ammunition stormed into the medical area.

Electromagnetic grids block the exit.

Several rifles were mounted on the shield, and countless red dots swayed around the walls and the operating table.

Beep, beep, beep—

The operating room was in a stalemate when the machine's beeping sounds came from inside.

After the last dose of medicine was injected, the robotic arm and syringe retracted into the ceiling.

Bismarck, shirtless, sat up from the operating table.

"Um……"

He landed barefoot, braving the gun barrels, laser beams, and the stares of everyone in the room, and went to the locker. He took out a clean shirt, put it on, and started tying his tie while speaking to himself in the mirror.

"Relax, gentlemen, put the thing down."

"..."

John and Iron Scorpion both showed a hint of resentment in their eyes.

The knives in their hands had already cut each other's skin, and their attention was highly focused.

Finally, Iron Scorpion gritted his teeth and was the first to release his grip.

Without the restrictions on capturing alive, and without regard for Bismarck's life or death, the outcome of this battle would have been a foregone conclusion.

He relentlessly pressured Bismarck.

"The parasites you brought are messing with the local area network, and they must pay the price for endangering the company's security."

"hehe."

Bismarck gave his signature cold laugh.

He never glanced at the iron scorpion, but instead focused on tidying his appearance in front of the metal sink mirror.

"The testers I brought have proven that the idiots in the cybersecurity department are wasting company resources. The firewall is full of vulnerabilities. A bunch of guys who are deep in the ocean can't even handle a little girl."

Bismarck turned his head and smiled at Gino.

It was as if she really was an intern they had recruited.

Gino made a face as if he'd been swarmed by flies, but didn't say a word.

"Testing vulnerabilities? Who authorized that?"

Iron Scorpion, as the head of the security department, asked the question.

"I."

Bismarck straightened his bow tie and calmly turned around.

He has the air of a corporate executive, exuding an aura of power and business values.

"As the independent project manager, I certainly have the right to sign off."

Bismarck knew that Iron Scorpion was a very assertive person, and the best way to get such a person to cooperate was through an exchange of benefits.

"Don't be too upset, Mr. Sack. At the next quarterly meeting, we'll have the company transfer jurisdiction over the network section to you. Since it's all about protecting the security of the Source Equation, one supervisor is enough, and I'm willing to vote for you."

This was an internal exchange of interests within the company.

Iron Scorpion couldn't refuse, nor was he entirely willing to give up.

He raised his arm and shook it gently; a powerful force pulled the dagger from John's hand.

"He can't be a hacker, can he?"

There is a hierarchy of contempt within the same profession.

Bismarck understood the security chief's pride and resentment, and said softly.

"He is a customer of vacuum tubes."

John and Iron Scorpion both looked at Bismarck.

(End of this chapter)