My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 250: Expert

Things are in trouble.

As if sensing John's pressure, Chuan, who had been shot, vanished instantly.

The mosaic cape left patches of color in the air.

John felt an intense itch and pain deep in his eye socket. The moment his prosthetic eye stopped focusing, his opponent was already wielding a knife and closing in on him.

The S. Anvestan of Chuan is of a very high grade, independently and meticulously crafted, and is not in the same league as the goods circulating on the black market.

John raised his rifle to parry.

To be honest…

He didn't think firearms could stop advanced blades.

In the almost frozen space, several thick, black lines traversed the parking lot and slammed into Chuan.

boom--

The loud noise even interrupted S.A.S.'s time-stop state.

The assassin was cut in half at the waist, and at first glance, it looked as if he had been detonated on the spot.

John was very close and could see clearly—the alloy frame around Chuan's waist caved inward, an electric spark ignited the booster fuel, and the slow-release fluid in the bio-tube sprayed onto the ground like blood.

Chuan was "hit and sent flying".

John instinctively turned around to look at the situation inside the car—the assassins from the Fusaki Group were definitely after Orlos.

The assassin next to the passenger seat had already drawn his katana and was about to stab Oros again, following the direction Oros was lying on her back.

Bang, bang bang.

It was that same huge explosion.

The lack of S.A.R.'s time-stop filter made it even more shocking, making my eardrums and skull ache from the vibrations!
The top assassin in front of John also "exploded".

He disintegrated from the neck; his head vanished instantly, half an arm flew off along with his katana, and his processor and spine disintegrated into fragments amidst orange sparks.

brush--

A metal shard grazed John's cheek, and a thin line of blood appeared a few seconds later.

"what the hell."

It took John a moment to realize what was happening.

That wasn't an explosion at all; it was gunfire!

The terrifying echoes created by a large-caliber weapon in the semi-enclosed environment of an underground parking garage.

Crash, snap.

Gunshots rang out from the corner.

John drove in.

He recalled that he neither found the killer nor noticed the guy who came to his rescue.

We're practically acquaintances now.

Hawthorne McCarthy (Saber).

High-level mercenaries from Jingke Heavy Industry.

He stood tall and straight, his muscles filling out his white shirt, yet without the ostentatious flair of the Black Gold Gang. His sleeves were rolled up to his wrists, and he was holding a shotgun with a caliber thicker than John's fist.

Click.

As he pulled the disc magazine from his tactical waistband, he strode to the car, turned and pulled John up, his eyes and the muzzle of his gun always pointed in the direction the assassin had flown.

Who knows if Trump is really dead or not!
These heavily modified monsters have complex structures, and their network systems transmit data in real time.

John didn't need to remind them, and there was no fuss about it.

boom!
He finished the job with a shot at close range.

John immediately noticed the weapon in his hand.

[Weapon: Refined Heavy Industries - Hydraulic [Smart Shotgun]]

[Modules: Charged High Penetration [Single Shot Mode], Weak Point Radar [Requires KI2 Ballistic Calibration Simulator], Advanced Penetration, Incendiary Magazine, etc.]

[Description: A military-grade weapon from Refinery Heavy Industries, not yet released to the civilian market. Positioned as a high-specification individual urban combat weapon, it places extremely high demands on the user's cybernetic body. No large-scale deployment records have been found.]

This was the first time John had ever seen so many custom modules on a gun.

Its barrel has two layers, an exaggeratedly thick inner and outer layer. The telescopic kit alleviates a lot of recoil, but even so, the fins covering the surface still spew out a puff of white smoke.

John had a life-or-death battle with Trump.

He had personally experienced how difficult these monsters were to kill, which was why he was wary of the smart shotgun in Sabre's hand.

In just a few dozen seconds, less than two magazines' worth of ammunition were used to wipe out the most elite assassination squad of the Fusaki Group. An overwhelming barrage of firepower!

The device not only features a high-end S.A.R. Steiner, but also a neural reflex sensor that is not available on the market, a matching titanium frame, a six-control processor, and a custom-designed optical response prosthetic eye...

But the result?

Chuan must have detected the trajectory of the bullet, but he was still killed when S.A.S.S. was activated.

This is a smart shotgun.

It is equipped with a [weakness scanning] plugin and a [computation program] specifically designed for S.A.R.S., and even specific models of the "Kuai". It connects to the saber in real time through a customized hand sensor.

Even the shotgun shells they used were of a special type!
This was a premeditated "counter-ambush".

"Fake."

John recalled the scene of brushing past [Saber] at noon, and without Oros explaining, he connected the dots.

The Fusaki Group plans to assassinate those who know the truth.

But before leaving the apartment, Orlos had already guessed at the "potential enemy," hiring a sufficiently strong bodyguard in advance, and even designing every detail of the weapon specifically to target "Chuan."

No wonder Orlos wasn't afraid at all...

Even after discovering that the mastermind behind it all was the Fusaki Group, she still dared to openly return to her residence.

It turned out that it had been arranged long ago.

"Have a great weekend, John. Did you have fun?"

Hawthorne smiled.

He kicked away the scattered metal parts, gripped the weapon, his prosthetic eye gleaming, as if he had dealt with a trivial little problem.

John noticed that Hawthorne's hands showed signs of modification.

The smart shotgun he uses has very high requirements—both the ballistic coprocessor and the scapular accessory need to be adjusted.

Sabre is a high-ranking mercenary with corporate backing.

He has sufficient resources to support him and can change his prosthetic body according to mission requirements.

“I’m going to deduct your pay, Mr. McCarthy.”

Oros left the passenger seat expressionlessly, clutching her bruised arm, expressing her dissatisfaction with the speed at which the saber was thrown.

"I'm becoming more and more disappointed with the mercenaries of Eden City."

"Don't say that, I believe in John's abilities."

The saber took control of the scene.

The enormous shotgun looked just the right size in his hands.

"I don't understand. Jingke Heavy Industry pays you, so how can you run around like this? I can let it go the last time, since it was a company-gang relationship. But is it okay for you to openly take on private jobs now?"

"Who said it was a side job?"

Orlos noticed John's confusion.

"Jingke Heavy Industry also wants to come to the negotiating table."

The group under the most pressure after the airship crash was not the Fusaki Group, but the Black Gold Gang, which was accused of terrorist attacks.

Or rather, it's Jingke Heavy Industry behind the West District.

Without new evidence, the opposing side can only take the blame, leading to severe suppression of them in the city. Even gangs have to shrink back and dare not make any new moves in the limelight.

Orlos saw this clearly.

The military knife is the key to unlocking high-end crafting.

What they demand is the truth about the airship crash, in order to regain their right to move around in the city.

"Now there's only one question left."

Orlos took a surgical kit from the luxury car in the underground parking garage.

“John, gouge out her eyes.”

She spoke calmly, yet made a cruel demand.

John was a little taken aback.

The expression on Oros's face had vanished, and the iris beneath her black-rimmed glasses floated over the golden stream of data.

She stared at the pale-faced Red Falcon in the back seat of the sports car.

You shouldn't have lied to me.

(End of this chapter)