My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt-Chapter 437 - 269: Corpse

When John and the others were about to tire of waiting, the target finally appeared in the hallway surveillance.

The heavy alloy door opened.

The room was permeated with the sweet, cloying aroma characteristic of whiskey.

Tommen Gark violently yanked open his tie, hung up the perpetually ringing phone, exhaled, and smiled, a hint of post-transaction exhilaration on his face.

He waved open the wardrobe, ready to choose a robe.

The alcohol dulled his nerves, clouding Tommen’s thoughts; otherwise, he might have noticed the anomalies in the room sooner.

A Samurai Sword was placed against his shoulder.

The cold metal pressed tightly against his pulsating carotid artery.

Buzz—

The thin blade scraped over Tommen’s rigid body and stood upright on his shoulder, reflecting his profile.

"How did the data pad die?"

John demanded in a deep voice.

Tommen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his cybernetic eye flickered, and suddenly he clutched his head and howled in pain!

[He tried to contact the security department, but I blocked the signal.]

Due to the violent tremors, the Samurai Sword sliced through his right ear, and the gushing blood soaked his custom suit.

Gark stumbled and fell onto the sofa, holding his head.

He tried to get up but was forced back down by the Samurai Sword.

"Activate voice recording."

John commanded.

The bravado brought on by alcohol vanished, leaving only the most primal fear.

A circle of golden light appeared in Tommen’s pupils.

The recording software activated.

"Did Raphael send you? Damn woman, I’ve already paid all the final payments and compensations!"

"That’s right."

John nodded, staring down at him.

The Samurai Sword pierced through Tommen’s left arm, effortlessly severing the sofa’s inner frame, almost hitting the floor.

"Ah—Fuck! Damn it!"

"But you still owe an explanation."

"I’ve said everything; I fucking told you already! The company is internally investigating the flow of those weapons; he went to handle the evidence, got caught, and was beaten to death by company people!"

John stood up and pulled out the Samurai Sword.

"Woo—huff, huff."

Tommen had just breathed a sigh of relief when his left palm suddenly felt scorching, half of his hand fell beside him as the Samurai Sword dropped again, pinning his thigh to the floor.

"Ah—"

"I want to hear the true version."

John was cutting according to the death photos of the data pad.

Tommen was nearly in shock from the pain.

His emergency group package hadn’t activated because the entire room was equipped with jamming tools—originally for business meeting security, now cutting off the path for help.

"I-I’ll talk!"

Tommen gasped heavily.

"I was working with Plato, they did it; the data pad, when handling evidence, privately looked at transaction documents and was assassinated by my partner!"

His eyes were bloodshot.

"Can you blame me? This guy wasn’t playing it straight, trying to blackmail my partner with secrets!"

"Oh? What secret."

John continued to interrogate.

Tommen raised his sweat-covered face, trying to make out or remember the person in front of him, as if judging John’s stance.

"Secrets come at a price, and the data pad is an example. If you know the truth, will Raphael spare you?"

He repressed his anger, his expression venomous.

"Do you think half a ton of weapon material is a small matter? I also have backers and partners who will pressure Raphael, and you’ll die in a filthy gutter of this city!"

John once again drew out the Samurai Sword.

Death threats sounded as sweet as blessings in his ears.

The blood on the blade became thin, the Samurai Sword gleaming as new, aimed at Tommen’s chest.

"I’m just a man doing my job. If you keep stalling, this blade will sever your spine, and the slow-releasing toxin will contaminate your organs. You’ll spend the rest of your life drooling in bed."

"...Huff, you’re insane. If you want to die, I’ll oblige you! Plato and Rongju are working together to dump weapons, selling to gang members in Eden City, Blacks and Eastern People alike! Hahaha!"

Tommen suddenly burst into laughter, looking very disheveled.

He knew what that recording meant—his career and future were utterly ruined.

"Ah—"

Tommen suddenly sprang up.

The Samurai Sword veered off course, directly piercing through his chest.

His other hand pulled something out from under the sofa and threw it at the room’s floor-to-ceiling window.

[Countdown: 1.35s↓]

John only felt the weight of the sword change, followed by something heavy sliding off the blade.

The item Tommen hurled detonated violently upon hitting the window!

Boom—

The entire floor-to-ceiling window shattered into pieces.

The high-rise gale swept in with a smattering of rain.

The signal jam was lifted.

Ear-piercing alarms shattered the tranquility of the Morton Building, warning lights flickered madly in the hallway, and a swarm of armed personnel were now rushing towards the elevators and hallways.

The emergency group and Rongju Company people would come too!

John gazed at the gap in the window, overlooking a substantial portion of Eden City’s nightscape from the 42nd floor, seemingly able to see the armed hovercars soon to arrive high above the city!

"Recording!"

Tommen lay motionless in a pool of blood.

John vaulted over the sofa, picked up the Life Rescue Kit, tore his shirt, and began to administer first aid to Tommen’s bleeding chest.

The equipment light came on.

"Huff—Ah—"

Tommen’s eyes shot open, jolting up from the floor.

He was back in a nightmarish reality, not facing paramedics but that damn mercenary!

[I’ve disabled the elevator, started some fires, but we need to get out of here or we’ll all die!]

Sora urgently called in his mind.

"The job’s not finished."

John grabbed a few ties, twisted them into a cord, looped them around Tommen’s neck, and dragged him to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Send the recording to Raphael! Now!"

"Mmmph—"

Tommen’s body trembled, suffocation and acrophobia crazily stimulating his gasping heart.

Death over everything!

His fingers danced in the air of the 42nd floor, a few seconds later, John got confirmation from Sora about the signal of the file being sent.

John tied the other end of the tie to the window frame and then turned to run towards the room’s main door.

Tommen lost his support, flipped sideways to the ground, opened his eyes to see the ant-like flow of traffic, immediately awakened by the wind, gripping tightly onto the window edge to claw his way back in.

He turned around only to see the mercenary had returned!

John jogged, pulling out a stun gun.

"Sorry, I forgot."

He said with a smile.

Tommen’s wide eyes were filled with shock and entreaty, helplessly watching the stun gun press against his arm, seemingly resonating with the deceased data pad at this moment.

Electric arcs of blue light spattered across his skin.

He convulsed, lost consciousness, and amidst violent spasms, rolled out through the gap in the floor-to-ceiling window.

Clatter, boom—

The tie snapped taut, making a wrenching sound.

Shattered glass took several seconds to reach the street below.

Police sirens and news channel drones approached.

Searchlights zeroed in on the gap, illuminating a male corpse suspended outside the 42nd floor of the building.