My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

Chapter 531: Chapter 349: Cold Storage, Chaos of Blades, Blood

Bullets flew by, narrowly missing John.

He sidestepped and dove away from the main entrance, sustaining various gunshot wounds on his cheek and body, but none penetrated the subdermal armor completely.

His vision flickered with noise, damaged reports flashing urgently.

The ambush came too swiftly, and the sheer number was surprising.

The attackers’ weapons never ceased firing—two shotguns, one submachine gun—sparks flew as they charged out of the warehouse.

[Mission Objective Update]

[Handle Attackers 1/17 (Not Achieved)]

Bullets and text prompts appeared simultaneously.

"Fack!"

John endured the excruciating pain as he retreated, with bullets still grazing his body.

The area was too open.

There was no way to hide; trying to flee would result in being riddled with bullets.

A huge, bulky man pushed away a corpse, fully stepping outdoors.

He was over two meters tall, twice as wide as John’s shoulders, resembling a Japanese sumo wrestler from street ads, with gray soft metal affixed to both shoulders, and his bare upper body covered in extensive Ukiyo-e tattoos.

[Faction: Owl Town Gang]

[Scan: Heavy Subdermal Armor, Soft Gel Fat, Blood Pump, Auxiliary Heart, etc.]

John pressed close, using the man’s body to shield from ballistic trajectories, and swung [Cut] onto the man’s shoulder.

The blade angled and bit in, only penetrating the surface soft tissue, stopped by the alloy skeleton.

[Um—Bastard![Japanese]]

The bulky man roared in rage, the fat on his arms shaking as he swung the shotgun, knocking John away with his knife.

He "clacked" a shell into the shotgun chamber, firing at John’s landing spot.

Bam!

Cement exploded into debris.

John landed and rolled to evade the shot, more distant bullets chased his trajectory relentlessly.

He gritted his teeth, retrieved the knife, and charged back.

Bam!

The bulky man’s second shot exploded near his face.

John tilted his head, dodging, feeling his scalp scorched, with some hearing loss to his right ear.

He sprinted forward, his prosthetic foot activating, leaping to strike the man’s face with his knee.

He staggered back two steps.

John didn’t dare pause upon landing, wildly slashing at the man’s chest.

His chest tattoo was stained crimson.

The soft gel fat was neatly cut, exposing industrial filler, with flesh red and white around the wound; it swayed gruesomely.

[You bastard—die—![Japanese]]

The man stood his ground despite the knife wound, preparing to charge.

John finally seized the chance, pulled out the revolver, firing "bang bang bang" three shots—the bullets cratered his fatty flesh, muscle strands and oil splattering, but didn’t bring him down.

The man’s steps were forcibly halted.

He widened his eyes, raising the shotgun, but before chambering, a bullet exploded on his forehead.

Bam!

Red and white matter sprayed backward.

The following Owl Town Gang henchmen squinted through blood sprays.

They simply spat curses, charging, their ruthlessness far above ordinary thugs.

Light shadows alternated.

The drone’s intermittent buzzing, several activated Sianweistan systems nearby, outlines flickered in the colorless world.

Two Mantis Blades swooped past the "sumo guard," but missed.

John activated his spine, sprinting as a headshot kill gave him a moment, sliding over a car hood to the other side, yanking open the car door, rummaging in a weapons bag for a rifle.

The Owl Town Gang henchmen noticed him.

A Mantis Blade-wielding maniac leaped onto the car roof, thrusting the blade down.

Responding was the revolver bullet.

Bam—

John flipped his wrist, exposing the [Gangster] revolver, blasting his jaw.

Accompanied by the corpse toppled from the car roof, he hoisted the [Triangular Maple], standing back up from the hood’s front, unleashing bullets.

Rat-tat-tat—

[PreCogOS Protocol Activated]

[Syncing Prosthetic Eye, Parameter Calibration...]

Black Light activated auxiliary programs.

The leftover action prediction system by Sora was initially for close-range combat; John found it quite useful for multi-unit suppressive fire.

Raphael had mentioned wanting an interview.

John came fully armed, the Triangular Maple loaded with factory speed armor-piercing rounds.

Orange streaks flitted by, piercing blood-spray, shooting down Owl Town Gang members attempting to close in and counterattack at the warehouse entrance.

John’s prosthetic eye gleamed.

The holographic grid expanded from beneath his feet to the open ground ahead, highlighting any enemy attempting to fire in the time-stopping environment, allowing prioritization for efficient clearing and evasion.

The only side effect was the Black Light and Sianweistan activation’s high load, requiring subsequent compensation with a special inhibitor.

The tide of battle turned in an instant.

With outer enemies decreasing gradually, he only needed to target the small metal door, shooting every enemy attempting to emerge.

Soon, everything fell silent outside.

John swapped the second magazine, crossing the blood pool, finding several grenades on the remaining corpses, activating indiscriminately, tossing them into the room.

At this point, he no longer cared about interviews and refrigerators.

They were targeting him for death; likely, the entire commission was an Eastern setup trap.

The explosions lasted several seconds.

Stun grenades and fragmentation grenades’ remnants hit the ceiling, more debris falling, accompanied by mist escaping the cooling chamber, a post-apocalyptic feel.

[Handle Attackers 11/17 (Not Achieved)]

John chambered a round, darted into the room.

His shadow barely crossed the doorframe when a Mantis Blade crashed against the wall, followed by the sizzle of monomolecular wire, sparking and arcing along metal surfaces.

John slid several meters across the ground.

Midway, he twisted, fired, turning two crouching Owl Town Gang thugs at the entrance into blood splatters, then scrambled up, running toward the nearest cover.

Bullets fired from all corners of the room.

Light dimmed, cold air sublimated.

Messiah’s Eye continually refocused, struggling to find a balanced mode.

These Owl Town Gang henchmen were fierce.

They cursed in Japanese, while amidst gunfire from their comrades, someone activated Sianweistan, directly closing in on John’s hiding corner.

He shot one, barely letting the body drop before another maniac leaped forward, landing before him.

John was compelled to drop the rifle, swing out the [Gangster].

Bam!

The control of the Skuqi Revolver was poor, quick aim unstable, only grazing the enemy’s shoulder.

Sizzle—Bam!

An electrified crowbar slammed against the cement wall over John’s head.

Debris scattered instantly, sparks spreading.

John’s eyelids were stimulated by the intense light and arcs, feeling a sharp pain, quickly closed one eye, pulled out [Sora], and engaged in a close-quarter knife fight.

He had never seen such frenzied gang members!

John hacked the crowbar-wielding man into a bloody mess, before two individuals suddenly activated Sianweistan and approached him.

Mantis Blade, Samurai Sword!

The entire group excelled in close combat, equipped with time stop exoskeletons and installed with the expensive market action chips.

The blades roared!

John could only fight while dodging, unable to maintain a distance for gunfire; within mere breaths, several searing wounds appeared on him.

[Prosthetic Body: T-17]

His work jacket swayed, as droplets of blood mixed with condensing water fell from the hem, rolling with dust.

The cooling patch was already overloaded.

Continuous activation of Sianweistan required entering mandatory cooldown.