My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

The short gun separated from the handle.

The scorching hot shell ejected with white smoke.

The Widow had incredibly strong close-range lethality, yet failed to completely pierce the opponent's subcutaneous armor and muscle fibers.

These lunatics possessed inhuman "resilience," utterly unaffected by pain or numbness.

Every prosthetic body was overclocked, driving towards destruction and slaughter with each movement.

John lifted his hand and fired a shot.

He was certain he hit the target, but everything before him lost color instantly and overlapping phantoms appeared.

The lunatic activated Sianweistan, suddenly flashing before him, slashing and forcibly twisting his body mid-inertia; the blade on the other arm slashed down from above!

John also entered the world of stopped time.

His spine emitted an almost imperceptible mechanical sound, and he watched the blade skim past his nose, facing the cyberpsychotic momentarily.

That guy's pupils overlapped in the illusion, his body spasming continuously, emitting heat like a boiler stifled in the rain.

Bang!

The Widow emptied the magazine again.

The moment time resumed, a mist of blood was released.

The lunatic staggered a few steps and fell dead on his knees.

John bent down to retrieve some bullets from the corpse, only to hear a mass of footsteps behind him, like countless mechanical insects scrambling over smooth reefs and containers.

More cyberpsychotics burst out.

They came in various shapes, some equipped with thermal long blades, while others raised heavy cannons connected to their arms...

"F*ck!"

John finally saw the source of his ominous premonition.

He dashed into the rugged old equipment zone, slid and ducked under a rusty mechanical arm, and leapt through a broken hole to escape.

Rumble~

John glanced back as he hurdled over the road barrier.

The lunatic's corpse had already been blown apart, while dense movements were coming from between the containers and beach clutter.

Over a dozen cyberpsychotics emerged from the shadows.

The residual afterimages from their activation of Sianweistan shattered the rain curtain.

If it had been John half a month ago, he would've been dead by now.

This kind of pursuit team, placed in a battle of rookie mercenaries or small-to-medium gang fights, is absolutely overkill unless involving those famous big shots.

The Owl Town gang invested quite a bit of equipment on these lunatics, resembling a corporation's military formation; for a one-time suicidal weapon, it was somewhat of a waste.

John almost initiated the Glaive in a seizing manner.

The tire burn and erupting gunfire intertwined on the rainy night.

Ratatatat.

Bullets scraped across the asphalt and metal railings, embedding with a dull pain into the jacket, finally being stopped by the subcutaneous armor, while pressure-release meshes squeezed out some not-too-deep bullet heads.

This is the advantage of expensive gear.

John skidded on the spot, spinning the front wheel, toppling a silhouette rushing at him, and without mercy, ran over his chest, barely escaping a few meters before the pursuers reached his front.

The gray-black metal fence was cut open with cross-shaped slashes, the severed pieces dissolving into bright orange sticky liquid.

Bzzz—

The Glaive sliced through a beam of blazing knife light, twisting agilely, yet still losing a part of its glass, fortunately, not a critical part—it didn't affect subsequent driving.

John glanced at the guy whose arms had been modified into long knives.

The metal blades had turned bright red, with tumor-like energy devices on his back, and rainwater evaporated instantly upon hitting the prosthetic body, causing both arms to move through smoke.

John dodged the slash, stabilizing the bike with one hand, pulling out a short gun and blasting the opponent at close range to the head.

The bullet tore through flesh and blood.

The lunatic's left face completely collapsed, revealing metal structures beneath, with the protective goggles and prosthetic eyes projecting dazzling multicolored light upon shattering.

John intended to finish him off, but a string of bullets came flying over.

He pressed his head down over the motorcycle front, forcibly maintaining his balance amidst the death wobble, only to glimpse a few round balls dropping onto the road ahead.

Roll, roll, roll~

The Messiah's Eye outlined them in red boxes and displayed a countdown.

[▽2.2s↓]

John immediately changed direction.

He raised the bike's front, ramping up debris and flying off the main road, diving into a municipal drainage ditch with a five-meter fall.

Boom—

The explosion engulfed the asphalt road.

The thick smoke mixed with tawny light, shaking out a circle of water ripples.

John's jacket collar was lifted by the strong wind, and the Glaive landed on the maintenance walkway.

The shock absorber dipped into three and a half notches.

The bike's body didn't even rebound excessively; it sped off in a roar of its engine, still not reaching its falling limit.

The cyberpsychotics followed closely, leaping down.

The alloy from their legs and feet pierced through flesh, the arched shock absorber pads crushed the concrete, yet they felt no pain, constantly firing bullets from their joints.

The sewage in the rainy night surged past the steps.

John rode his motorcycle standing up, continuously avoiding debris both old and new drifting over.

Shadows kept flitting by his side.

This group of lunatics unhesitatingly used Sianweistan; as long as they could activate the prosthetic, they would use it, some parts already fused, the arcs from short circuits emanated blinding sparks.

Someone was closing in.

John steadied his stance, lowered his body, and drew a submachine gun, firing rapidly.

The ammunition ricocheted and splattered within the narrow passage, blood and sparks rippling amidst the broken puddles.

He emptied the magazine, swinging the submachine gun across his waist, with electrically attracted new magazines immediately snapping into place.

[△25/50]

John raised his arm and fired again, using the advantage of instant reloading to repel the two fastest cyberpsychotics.