My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

Cheap bullets glanced off the assassins’ helmets, leaving only minor scuffs.

"F*ck!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

He cursed, then turned around and saw:

There were assassins behind him and across the crosswalk, six men in pitch-black outfits standing amidst the fleeing crowd.

They were staring at John from three directions.

Single-molecule straight blades glittering faintly popped out from the slots on their arms, their helmets gleaming slightly, with rainwater dripping from around their black leather jackets.

"この男を殺せ!"

The assassins splashed through puddles, charging forward with blades.

John heard the muffled Japanese phrase and immediately emptied his magazine at the advancing men in black.

The effect was minimal.

Not bothering to waste time reloading, he simply tossed the weapon aside.

The thing was useless.

John flipped and stepped on a trash can, agilely climbing up the steel railings on the building’s exterior, then vaulting over a grid at the alley’s depth.

Clang, clang went the sounds of metal collisions.

The assassins’ single-molecule blades swished through the air several times, striking obstacles and sparking furiously.

John dashed through the dark alley.

These motorcycle assassins were the hired killers of the Owl Town gang.

How did they set their sights on him?

The crevices between buildings were sticky — dried-up dirt and various debris piled up, along with shards of glass and unidentifiable drifting garbage.

John ran through, his brows knitted tight.

In such a narrow alley, being ambushed by six people could easily lead to injury; it’s best to create some distance first.

John dashed past several junctions with his head down.

Light and rain diagonally poured in.

Large virtual projections floated across the commercial street, while sirens and rock music from various clubs began to waft over Sakura Cross Street.

John suddenly halted in front of a slanted light spot.

Swoosh—

A motorcycle assassin lurking against the wall swung a blade down, the single-molecule warrior blade slicing through the air, then immediately changing direction.

John leapt back half a step to dodge.

He grabbed the opponent’s wrist, using an over-the-shoulder throw to slam him onto the alley floor.

Crack.

John twisted the assassin’s arm, trying to leverage the tremendous force from his alloy skeleton and muscle fibers to wrench the blade free.

Sizzle.

Arcs of electricity erupted from the motorcycle assassin’s prosthetic limb.

He struggled on the ground, creating several afterimages, likely due to limb damage causing a malfunction in Sianweistan, appearing like a glitched character in an arcade game.

John immediately pressed down with his knee.

The assassin’s throat took a critical hit, leading more implants to malfunction, starting to emit black smoke all over.

John finally managed to pull the blade free.

This single-molecule straight blade was embedded in the opponent’s arm, and after pulling it out, the end had no handle, just a hinge with a metal screw.

John suddenly felt a thump in his eardrum.

Messiah’s Eye activated combat mode, and Igdrasir’s combat algorithm automatically determined to dodge backward.

John retreated swiftly, following his instincts.

Two silver-gray light streaks flashed across his eyes, and the floating hoodie tore open, exposing the side heat vents of his abs and ribs.

Swoosh—

John leaned back, bending at the waist.

A gleaming blade skimmed past his nasal bone, cutting the swinging hoodie drawstring.

[Combat Chip: Brazilian War Dance]

John kicked out with inertia, feeling a dull sensation in his knee, and only after landing and rolling did he clearly see the situation in front of him.

A corpse with a severed arm had just stopped convulsing.

Two pursuing assassins, kicked in the head, crashed into the wall, trying hard to recover from the dizziness.

The remaining one was blocked at the rear, unable to attack.

John’s pupils narrowed slightly, a stream of data flickering across the surface of his irises, and the next moment, two individuals rushed to his face.

Bam.

The alleyway was too narrow.

The two assassins couldn’t swing their blades, so they naturally hoisted John up, forcing him into an open area and slamming him against a wall.

Garbage bags piled in the corner burst underfoot.

Scattered glass bottles shattered.

John observed it all — after having a Graphene Chip buffering his prosthetic body’s signals, he could now clearly see the movements of Sianweistan-using enemies.

He patiently waited.

Light footsteps came from above.

Creak—

Two helmeted assassins brandishing blades climbed over the railing, descending from the rusty steel staircase.

They too activated Sianweistan.

Afterimages moved slowly under a cyan-gray filter, and two glistening blades aimed for John’s neck and chest.

Four were now gathered.

Buzz—

The assassins all momentarily paused.

John also activated Sianweistan, immediately freeing himself from restraint, moving effortlessly in the gray world, and precisely kicking two helmets.

The flow of time returned to normal.

John broke free of his bonds.

The shocked assassins almost simultaneously swung their blades, trying to use their numbers and weapon advantage to trap him in place.

John’s back became scorching.

Sianweistan activated twice in a short time, reversing the situation, the actions of the four Owl Town assassins slowing down several times.

John gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

[Chip: Raqi Industry - Ranger]

The wall he had leaned against now displayed black spots, his hoodie burned through by Sianweistan, the remaining fabric seared onto the wall.

The black spots quickly were covered by spilled blood.

John’s prosthetic eye flickered.

Illumination traced a gradually fading, ethereal long line, encircling the human targets in front of him.

Frozen time melted away.

The alley’s scenery reappeared in color.

The raindrops hanging in the air fell with a sense of relief, the multicolored night mixing with the street’s noise, silently flowing amid the pool of blood.

[Escape from the scene. (Not achieved)]