My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 227: Bloodshed (Thanks to Alliance Leader "Yang Yan Living in a Dream")
Dang, Dang, Dang...

A light drizzle continued to drip through the gaps in the skyscrapers.

Water droplets penetrate the steam and smoke, shatter on the heated neon sign, then coalesce again into particles, falling and stretching into thin lines before crashing onto pedestrians and the ground.

Loud music was emanating from the illegal shops.

"Ugh, that's fucking awful!"

The blood vessel exhaled its last puff of smoke, and a small red light flickered in the deformed face.

It wasn't that he truly disliked the songs, but rather that the "good stuff" offered by Fall Guys hadn't filled the long-standing void in his heart.

As the pleasure faded, the restlessness in his heart turned into dissatisfaction.

Bang!
A crowbar is more stimulating than a blood vessel.

He smashed the dried-out respirator onto the trash can.

A pair of pressure-relieving power arms curled up and twisted, clenching their fists in the rain, while a cyborg head revealed a ferocious expression.

"Damn, this isn't enough! I really want to crush that pixelated head and squeeze all this stuff out of his body!"

"Come on, if it were really that easy, why would we need to beg him? Let's see if there are any hot orders lately, stock up on some inventory, and settle this damn bill!"

The drugs in Fall Guys are incredibly tempting, even for addicts seeking intense stimulation.

Da da.

The fluid buildup on the neck of the blood vessel felt itchy and painful, like being pricked with needles.

He stretched his neck and heard the crowbar making a hissing sound.

Blood vessels know.

His accomplices had another wicked idea.

Every time he smirks, he makes a lucrative deal.

Sure enough, Crowbar said.

"We're about to strike it rich! Remember that girl sitting on the iron bench earlier? I kept an eye out and gave her a full scan. Damn, guess what? A semi-embedded 'Manke' network access module, a limited edition 2070! You couldn't find this rare item even after a month of searching the East District!"

The metal structure of the crowbar protrudes from the skin.

He stood in the dimly lit alley, with only a red light flickering, like the headlight of a high-powered motorcycle.

"Do you know what's even rarer? She's got a belly full of fresh, unprocessed internal organs! She doesn't even have a quick esophagus! I've already posted the information on the intranet! Hahaha!"

Have any customers placed orders?

"Need I say more?! Everyone's fighting over it, the middleman's drool is practically dripping onto the circuit board!"

"Can you even do this job? There's a mercenary sitting next to that girl."

A diagram showing a blood vessel tilted to one side.

Have you swept it?

"No, but we're not going to mess with him."

"What to do?"

"No hurries."

He spat a mouthful of yellow phlegm onto the ground with the crowbar.

He and the vein walked one after the other towards the end of the alley.

"Don't hackers all prefer to live alone? Once they've scanned the information, they find someone to keep an eye on them, pick a time when the mercenaries aren't around, kidnap them, drug them, throw them in a car, and the dissection is done in half an hour..."

"Heh, that's true. If we're patient, we can even speed up the recording of a super-sensory video."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

They walked out of the dark alley, laughing.

The skyscrapers of Sakura Cross Street are bathed in neon lights.

Vibrant colors rose from their feet upwards, illuminating their metallic cheeks, tattooed skin, red eyes, and the shotguns dangling from their waists.

zizi.

The crowbar walked ahead, and due to the sudden change in brightness, his prosthetic eye emitted a slight mechanical focusing sound.

At the same time, he almost bumped into a wisp of secondhand smoke that hadn't yet dissipated.

The world has been put on hold.

The air is freezing.

The two red eyeballs on the crowbar's cheeks were wriggling, trying their best to look at the side.

He actually saw it:

A man was leaning against the end of the alley, smoking, with a submachine gun in his hand, pointed straight at the exit.

He walked right in front of the gun.

The crowbar scalp tightened.

His mouth gaped open, and the soft metal on his face twisted under the pull of the remaining muscle fibers.

That's too late.

Da da da--

[Weapon: Raft - Swift Walker]

The cobalt blue smart bullet struck the crowbar's face.

His head exploded instantly—flames scorched his skin, bullets splattered through the subcutaneous metal layer, and his two red eyeballs, still attached to flesh and blood, flew out along with his teeth!
Half a cigarette butt also flew out with it.

It circled in the air.

The embers drew continuous arcs.

Vein walked behind the crowbar, staring blankly as his comrade died before his eyes.

The attack happened too quickly.

His body is very sensitive when he's high.

The drugs made his nerves pound, and his accessory heart was powering his brain, so his blood vessels were highly focused, allowing him to see every detail clearly! He reacted quickly, activating S.A.W.S. at the very first moment the attack occurred.

The world is slowing down.

Raindrops fall, and the neon lights transition between two colors, illuminating their gradually ferocious expressions!
The mercenary who was smoking turned around.

It's him!

The people in that funeral home!

why?
The blood vessels are desperately retreating.

The Sinweistein clearly started up, so why didn't the other side slow down?
The mercenary pushed aside the body with the crowbar.

The wreckage was slowly falling.

The brain matter and blood had not yet completely dispersed.

You can even see the veins!
He saw it!

He didn't want to see that!

Damn it, that drug is really strong.

Fear spread throughout my blood vessels and body.

The mercenary moved forward expressionlessly.

He was wearing a work jacket, and his prosthetic eye left two lingering afterimages in the air.

The ghoul nicknamed "Vascular" twitched its lips wildly.

His cerebral cortex was boiling under the stimulation of the drug, but he felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly—like those unfortunate people who were tied to the operating table and dissected alive.

Mercenaries approach in a stagnant world.

A switchblade popped out of his arm and casually pierced his own chest.

Blood vessels can be imagined:

Those implants that cost me a lot of money are probably just flying around in the air, like crowbars.

he thought.

Plop, plop.

Two bodies lay at the end of the alley.

Along with them, a half-smoked cigarette butt landed on the ground.

Nourishes—

The embers were extinguished by the accumulated water.

The world is moving again.

The high-rise buildings at Sakura Cross Street are still a dazzling sight.

The neon lights illuminated the alley, only capturing John's departing silhouette.

He walked through the damp alley, changing magazines amidst the loud music and steam from the sewer pipes.

【Shop - Ultimate Netherworld Destination】

John returned to the signboard, saw the debris stuck between his fingers, bent down and quickly washed it with the water, then pushed open the metal door while calling Gino's name.

A fragrance wafted through the air.

John stood frozen at the doorway, unable to discern the source of the attack.

The light bulb is flickering.

Gino closed his eyes and leaned back on the metal bench.

Beside her.

[Fall Guys] Sitting in John's original spot, a thick bed arm is resting under Gino's head.

He was obese, and even when he was sitting, he looked like a giant doll leaning against a shop window.

The mosaic mask was completely dark.

The yellow fluorescent tubes spell out the letters "ZZZ".

Swah——

The light bulb flickered on and off.

John crossed the room in an instant.

puff.

A switchblade was plunged into Fall Guy's arm.

Gino lost his balance and fell forward, but John caught him without making a sound.

She wasn't asleep; she was unconscious.

"Ah! DM! Fuck!"

The Fall Guys screamed.

The mosaic-like expressions were all jumbled up.

John had one arm around Gino and one foot on his bulky body.

The mantis knife pierced through the Fall Guy's shoulder muscles, embedded itself in the wall, and pinned him down.

"What are you doing!"

The Fall Guys are speaking angrily.

"That's what I should be asking you. What's wrong with her? Explain yourself... You've already made the money, don't be stupid, or I'll shove you into that damn furnace too!"

John's face darkened.

The switchblade in his hand tilted slightly.

(End of this chapter)