My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 271: Interception
John was hit.

This was a meticulously planned ambush.

The opponent's vehicle was a top-of-the-line Jurassic armored vehicle.

It's even more perfect than the manufacturer's promotional video.

Matte, wear-resistant coating.

Custom-made reinforced frame.

Six sharp, angular ramming horns, like ferocious armor covering the giant beast.

As it burst out from the blind spot of the side road with the force to crush everything, John's Fafmond-Leader T was instantly lifted up and swerved, crashing into municipal utility poles, trash cans, vending machines, and shop windows...

Screams echoed from the street.

The chaotic footsteps and the sound of brakes were mixed in with the terrifying noise of shattering glass.

The electric arc caused by the equipment failure exploded, condensing into orange-yellow sparks that fell like raindrops.

The ambush location was very tricky.

The timing of the launch and the angle of impact were perfect.

John felt like he was back at IronBang Logistics' vehicle training center.

He was conducting a standard "roadside interception training" exercise.

However, he ended up being the one being attacked.

This doesn't seem like something a mercenary would do!
Every step exudes a sense of "professionalism".

The Fafmond was not embedded in the wall, nor did it suffer the most fatal rollover. All six tires were smoking, and after several collisions, it successfully detached itself.

Even before the attack occurred.

Kong promptly took over John's body.

The AI ​​reacted beyond human limits, utilizing the high collision protection coefficient of the business vehicle to deviate the angle of impact, thus saving John's life.

Having escaped the impact, Fafmond sped away.

A Jurassic armored vehicle was chasing after them.

Another round of street racing ensued.

歘——

crunch--

John was enveloped by the harsh scraping sound.

He was in a daze, and the excruciating pain from his internal organs made it difficult to breathe, but even though he looked pained, his hands and feet were still moving rapidly.

The steering wheel was sticky; it must have been stained with blood.

[Vehicle authorization/default, critical warning...]

The engine of the Leader T was almost overloaded.

Its frame and door panels were severely damaged, as if it had been through a car dismantling plant.

John was unable to think.

Kenichi is using his body to operate.

Error codes and warning messages kept popping up in my field of vision. Through the gaps in the red pop-ups, I could see the shattered windshield of the car in front of me, and my own arm gripping the steering wheel, swinging wildly...

The chaotic reflections of the advertising lights on both sides of the street made the farthest point of vision appear dreamlike.

John held his breath, struggling to steady his swaying vision despite the sharp pain in his chest.

The electronic rearview mirror is half broken.

The mosaic covered John's face, leaving only a blurry, blood-soaked figure reflected in the image.

Bang! Squeak—

The desperate chase continues.

Armored vehicles continued to gnaw at the business vehicles.

One by one, the correct instructions are loaded into the system.

Kenichi Sora said impatiently.

[Hey bro, wake up! Even the prosthetic body's not working properly. Wait, look what I found! Okay, there are first-aid supplies in the storage box!]

puff-

A pump-type injection was pressed against John's neck.

Time to get up!

"Ugh... Fuck!"

John straightened his back.

The voice in my head instantly became clear.

The body's control remains in empty hands.

He saw himself racing someone with one hand, while holding the injected [Combat Emergency Injection] in the other.

"Hiss... Damn it."

John winced in pain.

"Fuck! That's fucking awesome, I feel like I'm being electrified, damn it, Fuck... hiss!"

Kenichi was very satisfied.

[This means the drug is working well. Stop being dramatic, bro. If you fall asleep, the neural signal verification won't be up to par, and I won't even be able to use your prosthetic body.]

"My prosthetic body?"

John was still a little shaken.

[Yeah, one life per person, buddy. You were already injured and logged off when you got hit, now it's my turn!]

Empty cleared the clutter of pop-ups from John's view, highlighting a red empty health bar.

"Damn... alright, you reacted quickly, otherwise we'd both be done for. Wait, stop thinking about playing games! Get out of this junk car right now!"

John had received company training.

He knew what the follow-up procedures were after the vehicle interception.

Almost in the next second.

A long alloy spear, imbued with EMP, shot out from the shadows two intersections away.

The specially designed warhead penetrated the trunk and leather seats. After all, a business vehicle is a civilian vehicle and lacks military-grade blast-resistant alloy plates.

The electric spear pierced the vehicle body, its menacing claws extended.

The alloy deflector penetrates deep into the vehicle like a hedgehog.

With a chilling dripping sound, a raging blue waterfall erupted from within.

John felt a tingling sensation down his back.

EMP begins to destroy hardware devices.

His field of vision was filled with information about the prosthetic body malfunctioning.

Sparks flew from the chip on John's neck, and almost simultaneously, Kenichi Sora's voice abruptly stopped in his mind due to the hardware malfunction.

It was kicked.

John regained control of his body.

John's movements froze, and he felt the steering wheel in his hands was harder than a sculpture.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

The engine made a frightening sound.

The entire car began to shake violently, like an unbalanced washing machine.

I don't know what liquid was ignited.

Thick smoke erupted.

The black fog engulfed the electric arc and the driver's seat, and the scalding toxic gas began to gnaw at the skin.

Damn it!

John gritted his teeth and crawled toward the passenger seat.

According to the vehicle interception procedure:

After the miniature EMP bomb, the final step is to stop the vehicle and target the occupants!
He must stay away from the steering wheel!

boom!
The Jurassic armored vehicle roared in, locked the throttle, and pushed Fafmond into a dead end.

squeak--

White smoke rose from the tires of the business vehicle, followed by flames.

Boom!

This impact was more violent than any of the previous ones.

The high-speed Fafmond lost its balance, its system was severely damaged and it lost all power, just like a boxer who lost consciousness and was hit in the jaw and fell backward to the ground.

The car lurched violently upon impact.

John, who had prepared in advance, was thrown out of the passenger seat, amidst shattered glass and car parts, propelled by inertia.

He fell onto the sidewalk.

Bloodstains were left everywhere they went.

This is a gamble with your life. The inside of the car is now hell, but even if you fly out of a speeding car, you are not guaranteed to land safely.

John tumbled several times and bounced into the air.

A burst of black light erupted.

It broke through the barrier and overwrote all the erroneous data.

While it cannot repair hardware damaged by EMP, it prevents short circuits caused by data deterioration.

【Device Reconnection/Default】

The Sinweistein calibration was successful, and the time-stop effect was finally triggered just before the fatal fall.

The flow of the entire world slowed down.

The neon lights were distorted, the shadows flickered, and the electric arcs were writhing.

The aftereffects of the EMP caused S.A.W. Steiner to malfunction.

John's face kept stretching, splitting into several layers, and finally overlapping as he coughed up blood.

Slowing down the flow of time only increases the time available for thinking.

He needs to regain his balance in mid-air, otherwise he'll fall all the way to the bottom... He'll either be unconscious or seriously injured, and in either case, he'll be shot dead.

John tried to touch the ground, and his prosthetic leg started to alarm.

As he was thinking about how to reduce the damage, a sudden burst of increasing data noise appeared in front of him.

【%&%￥##……Ah——】

Kenichi Sora's roar gradually stabilized.

S.A.S ...

The ability to communicate normally is due to its adjusted speech rate.

[I refuse to accept this! This doesn't count! I'm not done yet! What kind of skill is it to blow people up with EMPs? I'm going to have a serious go at them!]

It was furious and was disconnected by the aftershocks of the EMP, like having your network cable unplugged during a game duel.

John's body was once again taken over by AI.

Shila-

He rubbed his hands against the rough ground.

The artificial leather was worn through, the synthetic texture was charred by the high temperature of friction, and the body tilted, but surprisingly regained its balance in this simple touch.

"Ok?"

John couldn't help but recall Kenichi Sora's movements—restoring balance while airborne, his dizzying vision returning to normal within a second of Sora taking control.

"how did you do that?"

Kong didn't answer, but instead started showing off his skills.

It rolled over, pressed its legs down, and lightly touched the ground, each landing distance decreasing.

Not only did it eliminate inertia, but it also slid smoothly into the bunker.

John also fell silent.

He always felt that his prosthetic body was completely different in Kong's hands.

(End of this chapter)