My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 249: The Survivor

The kestrel was momentarily disoriented when it was carried on someone's shoulder.

John used the same technique he used to carry his wounded comrade on the battlefield, which reminded her of her days in the military.

A cold wind blew into my neck, making me feel a little chilly.

The falcon smelled the familiar industrial stench of Palmer, and the familiar street scene floating beneath it.

The exhaustion from blood loss caused her to faint several times.

Escape, injury, isolation, kidnapping...

The events of the past few days flashed before her eyes, and a strong premonition told her that it was about to end, whether through death or something else, and that something was waiting for her at the end.

She was thrown into the back seat of the Silver Knight 577.

boom.

The magnetic door closed, isolating the noise from the outside world.

The supercar turned around at the dock and left Palmer at top speed.

All that remained in the world was the roar of engines.

[Mission target update]

[Return to City Center Skyview Apartment. (Not achieved)]

"We meet again, little red-haired girl."

Oros sat cross-legged in the passenger seat, propped her chin up, and scrutinized the falcon through the rearview mirror.

"You! Bitch! You fucking killed Samuel and Hughes because of your lousy mission!"

The kestrels seemed to have been injected with stimulants.

She stared intently at Orlos, her body tightly wrapped in the sheet, struggling desperately forward until she finally fell into the gap between the seats, unable even to get up on her own.

"A fringewalker team, two contracted hackers, three informants who know each other, a subcontractor, and a temporary worker who doesn't know the specific mission but is just doing the job for a fee..."

Oros murmured softly.

She ignored the falcon's curses, raised her free hand, and slowly adjusted the rearview mirror until she could see the other person again.

The two people looked at each other through a pane of glass.

"A total of twenty-three people."

This was the team that Orlos specifically hired for that heist.

"Now, only you are breathing, my dear. It's a pity, but your life, Samuel's life, and Hughes's life aren't worth so much money and effort from me, understand?"

"But you fucking didn't say there was a trap inside!"

"You're earning money by risking your life. Samuel and everyone involved in the mission received 80% of the payment. Do you think this job was easy? If you weren't strong enough to handle the tough work, are you blaming the middleman for not foreseeing the future?!"

Tears of resentment welled in the kestrel's eyes as it tried to turn its head away.

Snapped!
Orlos snapped her fingers, giving her no time to wallow in sorrow, and continued to press her for answers.

"Time is limited. You need to tell me what happened on that damn hovercar?"

"Why!"

"Do you really want to take the secret to the graveyard?"

"That's better than letting people like you be so smug!"

The kestrels raise their necks.

Her red hair looked like withered grass rotting in a riverbed.

"Ah."

Oros sneered, narrowed her eyes, and data streams flashed in her golden pupils.

"Samuel has a younger sister, did you know that?"

The falcon in the rearview mirror froze.

Orlos nodded.

"Just so you know, the address is 144 Dani Street, apartment 6B-1, he works at a car dismantling plant, and last month a car engine accidentally fell and crushed half of his foot."

Her expression was mocking, and her eyes were terrifyingly malicious.

"Samuel used the deposit to get her a prosthetic leg, and the hospitalization and treatment costs were almost gone."

"Hoo, hoo! Bitch!"

The kestrels were breathing rapidly.

Oros sneered.

“I don’t want to waste my energy killing a little girl either, but the situation is... you’ve messed up my job and now you’re playing the game of keeping quiet. What, do you want me to sing you a lullaby?”

"..."

The kestrel's eyes flickered slightly.

Oros finally lost her patience.

She released her hand from her chin, gently waved it, and sent a photo to Red Falcon.

That's Samuel's sister.

She lay in her hospital bed, her brow furrowed, the timestamp on the monitoring device showing five minutes ago.

"I'll give you fifteen seconds."

"Fuck!" The red falcon gritted its teeth and lowered its head.

Oros's expression remained blank beneath her black-rimmed glasses.

"We were waiting outside the server room, but the password we'd agreed on beforehand wouldn't open the room at all. Hughes said it was going to be bad, and I should have fucking listened to him..."

The mercenary team arrived at the mission location and lost contact with the ground the moment they inserted the key.

A strange firewall blocked the airship.

“We haven’t received your order to retreat. Samur isn’t willing to just run away like this; he wants to make money!”

They took the security chief hostage and used biometrics to bypass the highest level of security and open the cargo compartment.

There's absolutely no experimental data inside!

The kestrels' eyes were bloodshot.

"It was full of people inside, armed with weapons. Samuel was shot dead the moment he opened the door!"

"that's it?"

Orlos didn't understand.

"How did the hovercar fall down?"

“I don’t know. The communication channels were disabled. Logically, I was the last one to enter. Samuel was shot dead on the spot. Hughes was shot when he was helping me escape. I was the only one who found a parachute.”

The falcon recounted more details, but none of the clues led to the mysterious intelligence.

"Damn it, there's still no news!"

There was not a trace of pity in Oros's tone.

That's how middlemen are; when it comes to business, profit is always their top priority—since the person is dead, they should make a contribution. What they hate most is getting involved in trouble without knowing anything about it.

The kestrels also fell silent.

The street scene outside the window became vibrant and colorful.

The Silver Rider supercar sped past City Center Plaza, heading towards the city's most bustling area.

It was the falcon that broke the silence inside the car.

"Hughes followed Samuel into the room. Before he died, he told me that the people inside weren't company soldiers, but big shots."

Her voice was low and weak, and her words sounded like her dying words, filled with resentment.

Orlos's eyes flickered as she pressed for an answer.

Does anyone know them?

“There are…the mayor, the ECPD director, and the customs office director…many, many…”

"you sure?"

Oros showed no emotion on her face.

The kestrel nodded.

"Hughes often watches the news and pays attention to the city's situation. His favorite saying is: 'The scraps that big shots negotiate are the things we have to fight for.'"

Oros didn't say anything more.

【Eden City - City Center Skyview Apartments】

Silver Knight 577 drove into the underground parking garage.

The basement was very empty, with only a few luxury business vehicles parked there. Like this upscale apartment, they were all assets under the name of Olos.

This field mission is now basically over.

John was about to ask the girl in the back row what to do when he suddenly caught a very faint tremor out of the corner of his eye.

hum-

The S.A.S ...

Two monomolecular samurai swords, one on the left and one on the right, pierced directly through the alloy door of the driver's seat.

The passenger seat was folded down.

The carbon fiber backrest slammed into the falcon's arm, producing a crisp cracking sound and a scream.

Oros narrowly avoided the blade.

Only a few stray hairs were floating inside the car.

John was also lying on his back.

He stepped on the samurai sword that was piercing the driver's seat, pulled out a smart submachine gun from his side, and without even aiming, simply stretched it out of the window to empty the magazine.

Cobalt blue arcs of electricity flew through the underground parking garage.

The driver's car door was jammed shut by a samurai sword.

John slid to the back row, grabbed his rifle, and slipped out the back door. While lying on his side, he fired three shots at the attacker.

He accurately hit the opponent's head and chest.

But it didn't work.

John was also surprised.

Because he could see the attacker's appearance clearly—under the mosaic mimicry cloak was an exquisite humanoid machine, with blue lights flashing from the hollowed-out metal ribs.

Code name: Chuan!
A high-level assassin trained by the Fusaki Group.

(End of this chapter)