My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt-Chapter 342 - 191: Ninja and Officer

John looked through the shattered glass window, hearing a rhythmic and strange vibration by his ear—something seemed to be rapidly climbing along the building’s outer wall.

A few pieces of mosaic flashed in the darkness.

Long Chuan shouted in rage, pushing his prosthetic body to its limits, bursting with terrifying power to break free from the chain restraints.

He resisted the electricity and neurotoxins, swinging his fists purely on willpower.

Bam—

A heavy collision sound came from the air.

Beneath Long Chuan’s fist, a flickering electronic camouflage appeared, and under the cloak was clearly a fully armed "Chuan."

The Raqi Group’s assassination squad.

Their equipment and configuration were more advanced, completely different from the first batch, with a mission target seemingly aimed at Long Chuan and the bomb in his hand.

Eden City could dispatch two waves of "Chuan" in one night...

It could only be Haruhiko Raqi.

The Raqi ninja shifted his elbow back, blocking the attack with some technique, then instantly turned and severed Long Chuan’s entire arm!

The metal machine gun slipped in the air.

He widened his eyes, but saw several flashes of blade light in the room.

The "Chuan" hidden in the darkness all emerged:

Someone pulled chains to restrict Long Chuan’s movement.

Someone approached with a blade, precisely dismantling his prosthetic body.

Someone else followed in, like a professional surgeon, dissecting his flesh under Long Chuan’s watchful eyes, removing and taking away the [Titan ER Operation Core] and several other high-tech implants.

These belonged to corporate secrets.

Rumble—

Long Chuan’s heavy corpse fell in a pool of blood.

His bloodied face showed no expression, and the seemingly hatred-burning prosthetic eye only flickered for a few more seconds.

Swish, swish!

Two ninjas drove the samurai swords into the wall.

Their blades were different from the ones John had seen and used, the [Solemn].

These samurai swords were thick and hard, lacking an extremely sharp coating, more like a kind of springboard, able to be inserted into the building’s surface to gain leverage, and could be remotely retrieved through mechanical devices.

The Raqi ninjas used the samurai swords as a stand to hoist a sealed box into the room.

Several hands coordinated simultaneously, loading the yet-to-explode bomb inside.

A faint engine sound emerged outside the building, chains tightened, and the box was swiftly dragged out the window with a "whoosh."

They were there to handle Long Chuan and the bomb.

Haruhiko Raqi clearly didn’t want to leave any witnesses, nor did he wish for the bomb to explode in Bolago.

The commotion upstairs grew louder.

The Chuan were coming from the bottom up, not the same group as the people above them.

"Bolago is really lively tonight."

Just as this thought crossed John’s mind, he noticed that the evacuating Raqi ninjas were aware of him in the corner.

The blade flickered.

Sianweistan activated.

John instantly held his breath, a tingling at the corner of his eyes, as if his soul had been slashed in half by a samurai sword!

Ding—

Bullets and blades collided in front of John.

Data lockdown became stronger.

John clearly felt the cyberspace was disabled, while the Raqi ninjas before him showed no abnormalities.

The cloaks draped over them provided some form of protection.

Dun, dun, dun dun...

A heavy alarm echoed throughout the building.

[Warning, SAT has taken control of the scene, multiple cyberpsychosis cases confirmed, please stay away from weapons and the combat area, repeat...]

Every window on the floor was covered with red holographic projection.

Intense gunfire resounded from top to bottom.

The special operations team entered from the rooftop, while two "Chuan" tasked with covering the rear were trapped at the lockdown site.

Gunfire once again came from the gap in the ceiling.

An earlier shot fired from a hovercar, passing through a diagonal glass gap, spanning the gap between two floors, interrupting a deadly slash aimed at John.

Eden Weitz, wielding a rifle, descended from the ceiling’s gap, opening fire to push back the approaching Raqi ninjas.

He wore a familiar shirt paired with a bulletproof vest, with an external headset equipped with a special communication system capable of normal command within information-blocked spaces.

[I’m here, evidence and high-risk units have been transferred, let the drone try intercepting at Y-2 airspace, let it go if it leaves the city, we’ll settle scores with the Eastern people later.]

Eden glanced at John behind him, seemingly surprised.

[Tinfoil, bring the scalpel over, I encountered John, still alive... temporarily alive, but skewered by rebar.]

Eden Weitz was the owner of Harbor Company.

This small enterprise had the Special Event Handling Action Team behind it.

John could never figure out Eden’s specific position, but noticed at this moment the bulletproof vest he wore wasn’t the Harbor Company’s logo, but the command suit with fluorescent white letters exclusive to the Special Event Handling Action Team.

Eden was one of the commanders of the SAT on site.

The two Raqi ninjas who hadn’t yet evacuated were blocked in their path.

They simultaneously activated some kind of overload mode, with dark red pixel blocks appearing on their camouflaged cloaks, and streams of light jetting from the gaps in their prosthetics.

Whoosh—

John felt a familiar buzzing sound.

This was induced by someone nearby using Sianweistan, with his cybernetic eye quickly switching, stimulating the cerebral cortex.

A samurai sword sliced through the air.

The speed and power were terrifying.

Eden, however, stood still, his rifle held vertically against his chest, just catching the attacker’s wrist.

Crack.

The sound of a joint breaking rang out.

John couldn’t see the precise movements from behind.

By the time he reacted, the samurai sword was already in Eden’s hand, and the attacker had been slashed at the throat.

Swish—

Dark red buffer fluid splattered against the wall.

Eden held the weapon in a reverse grip, not assuming a conventional stance, but instead moving his steps quickly as in mixed martial arts.

His gaze was focused and calm, dodging deftly.

Sianweistan had a rhythmic feel in Eden’s hands, with each activation and deactivation occurring at intervals nearly imperceptible to the naked eye.

The shorter the usage time, the faster the cooldown.

His body was equipped with a full set of battle prosthetics, working in unison, allowing him to evade the Raqi ninjas with ease.

John was certain that these two "Chuan" in front of him were several times more powerful than those he had encountered.

The overload mode they activated was exaggerated in terms of both strength and speed, yet Eden harassed them at close range, as if they were boxers in different weight classes, with an insurmountable gap.

A cloud of smoke rose in the room.

Chuan powered his foot arches, coordinating with Sianweistan, almost instantaneously flashing across the blind spots of obstacles to launch a lethal assault from the edge of the field of vision.

Eden turned his body, seemingly vulnerable from a blind spot, initiating a maneuver with a reverse grip on the samurai sword, allowing the lethal strike to glide over the blade’s surface.

Sparks from friction bloomed in the dim room.

Eden let go of the hilt, reached out to grab the attacker’s head, and slammed it into the floor’s raised area.

Chuan’s senses were not comparable to a human’s.

His head, after suffering a heavy blow, rebounded off the ground, attempting to seize Eden’s arm for a chokehold.

Eden was faster, quickly countering and pulling away to gain distance.

The Raqi ninja had just disengaged from close combat and had not yet regained footing, only to discover an alloy leg bone flying toward him.

Eden showed no signs of the post-battle sluggishness.

He almost hemmed the enemy in while moving, twisting sideways to swing his leg, with the power of the alloy prosthetic shattering "Chuan’s" mechanical head.

Mechanical components were exposed to the air.

High-tensile fibers and muscle bundles swayed amid electric sparks.

"..."

John seemed to have lost his ability to speak.

He thought that if he and Eden were locked in a cage fight, he probably wouldn’t last until the end of the first scoring round.

Eden picked up the samurai sword and severed the steel bar.

"I... ah, hsss~ F*ck!"

Just as John was about to speak, Eden abruptly yanked out the embedded portion in his thigh, severing several muscle bundles, turning his unsaid words into a scream.

"Not bad, still pretty durable."

Eden pulled a spray and syringe from his waist pack and began performing battlefield surgery.

John propped himself up and noticed the label on the medicine.

[Manufacturer: Gaia Cells]

Eden noticed the change in his expression and asked in confusion:

"Do you prefer products from Longsheng Pharmaceutical?"

"Not really... whew, I can’t quite say, a lot has happened since I left Harbor Company."

"I know, a lot of intermediaries are keeping tabs on you."

Eden’s tone was emotionless.

He extracted debris from the wound, treated the wound, prevented infection, and cleaned up the scattered muscle bundles...

The scene was somewhat bloody.

"I owe you again, I’m not lying..."

"John."

Eden interrupted him, raising his gaze, gesturing to his ear.

John finally understood his cold demeanor:

Eden was now connected to the command system of the Special Event Handling Action Team, and every word and action was under strict surveillance.

Certain topics could not be discussed.