My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt-Chapter 340 - 190: Titan
Rumble——
A huge explosion engulfed the entire building.
This was the most severe impact of the night.
All the glass on the floor where John was shattered.
He lost his hearing amidst the roar, instinctively rolling over, his body first colliding with various hard objects, and then covered with a layer of broken glass.
The floor in front of him.
The wall behind him.
Everything was shaking violently.
Flames and thick smoke rushed up the cracks.
John wanted to grab onto something in the chaos, but suddenly lost his footing, and the entire floor collapsed!
A terrifying thought sprang into his mind.
The building has collapsed!
In the process of falling from high above, John grabbed a swaying crystal chandelier, with the other hand holding onto his weapon pack.
The power had been cut off in the explosion.
All sorts of small debris fell apiece, and he could only see the swirling smoke below.
He didn’t dare let go.
The chaos didn’t continue indefinitely.
The building hadn’t collapsed.
There was a huge hole in the ceiling.
John fell directly into the banquet hall, the surroundings drastically altered, the luxurious venue and wealthy elites were nowhere to be seen.
The cover and smoke slowly settled.
The pungent smell of flames and ignited chemicals burst forth with unbearable heat waves.
John’s cybernetic eye flickered a few times.
In battle mode, it locked onto the coordinates of several enemies.
The lunatics from the Owl Town gang had stormed into the banquet hall, the earlier explosion was caused by them, currently, there were five or six visible, still searching the ruins for any living target.
Amidst the black smoke, a few hints of yellow suddenly flashed.
Tat-tat-tat-tat——
A string of machine gun bullets scraped past John, breaking the chandelier above him.
He lost his balance and fell, landing safely thanks to his prosthetic body’s shock absorption.
The bullets followed closely, the connecting barrage making a sharp turn, directly targeting John, moving rapidly!
He fled through the ruins, leaping over ruined flowerbeds and toppled sofas.
Everywhere he went was destroyed by the large-caliber machine gun bullets.
In the meantime, lackeys from the Owl Town gang continued to charge at John.
He dodged as much as possible, taking aim and shooting whenever he had the chance, or using attackers as human shields, those madmen wouldn’t mind anyway.
Bullets shredded one bloodied body after another.
The raging machine gun finally stopped after a prolonged roar.
Bang.
Its heavy magazine dropped to the ground, kicking up dust.
John looked towards the direction of the sound:
A steel monster comparable to a walking tank squeezed out from the stairwell.
It resembled a centaur of ancient legends, but the flesh part was all powerful engines and steel, mechanical legs traversing concrete, moving effortlessly through the post-explosion ruins.
"Ha, it’s you, John!"
The monster actually spoke with a human voice.
"What?"
John switched his cybernetic eye mode, seeing a face wrapped in a heavy helmet in the monster’s head region.
[Name: Long Chuan Ze [Titan]]
[Faction: Owl Town Gang]
[Scan: Titan ER Operation Core, Titan Heavy Cannon, Composite Blood Pump, Power Supply Sub-Heart, etc.]
Long Chuan Ze was a high-ranking officer in the Owl Town gang.
Second in command of the Cheye Group.
John had dealt with him before his rise to fame.
"Damn, how the f*ck did you turn into this mess? Oh, your arm was smashed by Armored·Behemoth, don’t blame me."
"Hahaha!"
Long Chuan Ze stared wide-eyed, laughing maniacally, his face fused with metal, showing signs of tearing and bleeding due to the excessive movement.
"No problem, punk, go die with the black guards of the West District!"
Clunk.
A giant magazine was sent into a chamber at the elbow by a hydraulic rod.
Long Chuan Ze raised his arm, turned into a machine gun, baring his teeth, relentlessly bombarding in John’s direction.
"F*ck!"
John ran for his life around the walls.
He traversed through the ruins, using the alloy stairs and tipped-over sofas on the balcony for cover.
Bullets rained down like a curtain.
No matter how he dodged in the darkness, he couldn’t shake it off.
Flames brushed his body several times.
The howling wind carried a chilling threat, making it sound like if one hit you, you’d say goodbye to your arm!
The Owl Town gang sure had put a killing machine in the West District!
John slid into the internal passageway, the stairs already blocked by the explosion, but the two walls could buy him some time.
He had no surveillance cameras to call upon, he had to peek to observe.
Long Chuan Ze’s eyes were filled with fanaticism, likely equipped with biological scanning and infrared targeting functions!
Behind his crab-like legs was a piece of metal scraping the ground.
John activated the scan.
[Prosthetic Body: Hydraulic Weighting Device]
[Description: Balance optimization device, driver program center]
John raised his gun, aiming at this thing, and pulled the trigger.
The incendiary bullet loaded in the chamber shot out, the amber-colored fire streaking across and sparking against the weighting device.
This thing has advanced armor!
"F*ck!"
Ratatatatata——
Chuan laughed wildly, mocking his attack.
A few giant mechanical legs began to move, dragging the bulky body completely out of the corridor.
John was pinned in the corner.
The wall behind him was gradually becoming riddled with holes.
He forced himself to stay calm and pulled out a weapons pack.
This batch of items was weapons confiscated from the office upstairs, and besides the equipment John brought himself, these were weapons stripped from "Chuan".
[Samurai Sword - Su]
[Accessory: Level III Sharpness, Cutting Enhancement, Hardness Optimization]
[Module: Magnetic Grip [Component Missing]]
"Ah—Huff—"
John took a deep breath, his pupils flickering with light, the signal of prosthetic cooldown completing at the edge of his vision.
Sianweistan activated!
Machine gun bullets and scattered concrete pieces hung frozen in the air.
John crouched low, drew his samurai sword, and turned away from the shelter!
A few bullets shattered the wall, passed through the area he had just leaned against, and landed in the pitch-black hallway.
Sparks erupted from the railing, even the diffusion of light seemed to have a slight delay.
John crossed the obstacle, slid forward, and jumped off the debris!
[Chip: Ranger]
[Chip: Brazilian War Dance]
He flipped in the air, gliding through the gap as Chuan raised his hand, and landed on the monster’s back, plunging the sword in!
A silver-white dent was scraped out on the alloy weight block.
The samurai sword broke directly!
The snapped half of the blade grazed the corner of John’s eye.
Enduring the sharp pain, he controlled the tool in his hand, sliding the remaining half into the gap between the armor.
The tactile sensation finally became soft.
The razor-sharp blade sliced open the connector, exposing hydraulic tubes and liquid reservoirs to the air.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
Dark green mixed fluid sprayed all over John.
The wound felt an intense sting, as if it had been corroded.
[Bastard, what did you do, I’m going to crush you! [Japanese]]
Chuan’s condition was getting worse.
His spine had been transformed into a turntable, his upper body twisted over, turning the machine gun in his hand into a melee weapon, swinging it in a full arc!
John raised both arms to block, being knocked away!
The handle of the samurai sword was gripped tightly in his hand, but the blade was embedded directly in the gap, covered in the spewed-out viscous fluid.
Every red light on the weight module was flashing.
John was sent flying through the air, alarms blaring in his head, and sure enough, in the next second, he saw that piece of metal starting to vent out stuff.
[Weapon: F35 Swarm Bomb]
[Countdown: 1.8s]
John scanned dozens of small red dots in his view.
The last cut not only damaged the weight block but also the central controller, causing parts of the ammo to launch in disorder!
Bombs scattered throughout the room.
The activation time was very short, and in the blink of an eye, a fiery tornado cleared out the smoke yet to engulf the room.
John was flung into a corner, curling up to protect his head.
He felt countless objects falling on him, the high temperature and vibrations felt like they were peeling flesh off the bone.
Boom, boom!
The gigantic mechanical legs crushed the obstacles underfoot.
Chuan marched through the flames, coming straight ahead, with the massive ammunition loader and weight block already detached from behind him.
The machine gun swung toward John’s head!
In a crisis, he awoke, stretched out his hand, and Igdrasir mustered all its strength to block the chunk of metal.
Rat-tat-tat.
Bullets fired out of the machine gun, breaking two of John’s fingers.
He frantically moved away, barely avoiding being shot in the head.
[You little punk, honestly, your struggle is strong, but you shouldn’t have been caught in this maelstrom...]
One of John’s arms was later installed with alloy.
It lacked the power of Igdrasir, and under the pressure of such a behemoth, made dangerous creaking sounds in the prolonged standoff!
Bang.
Chuan won the contest of strength.
He had no fingers, otherwise, he’d have personally crushed John’s skull, for now, he could only press the scorching gun barrel against the mercenary’s chin.
Sizzle sizzle.
[In the gang war, you are indeed too insignificant!]
