Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 799.9. Someone Moved
Someone moved.

Under the oppressive pressure of Karl's undisguised killing intent, a figure in the ranks of the Terrorist Mobile Squad suddenly tensed up.

Perhaps it was the resentment of having his dignity challenged for so long, or perhaps it was Karl's arrogant attitude that pierced his already crumbling mental defenses like a sharp steel needle—the precarious mental balance that required regular injections of suppressants to maintain was now completely torn apart.

His prosthetic eye suddenly contracted, and a scarlet halo spread wildly across his iris like overflowing blood, while the overloaded hum of the processor exploded directly inside his skull.

His knuckles made a metallic clicking sound, and the fibers of his tactical glove stretched into sharp wrinkles as he clenched his fist.

While the other team members were still focused on Karl's threat, this member of the Terrorist Mobile Squad had already shattered all procedural constraints with his fighting spirit.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, his body acted on instinct before his reason could make a judgment.

The prosthetic spine erupted with high-frequency vibrations, and the subcutaneous armor crackled with the movement of his muscles. When his S.A.S. system activated, the shrill sound of the air being torn apart couldn't even keep up with his blurry, afterimage-like figure.

The precisely implanted inhibitory chips were now emitting blinding sparks, burning charred warning signals between nerve synapses, but the nerve pain only made him move faster.

As a standard component of the Terrorist Mobile Unit, S.A.S. should have been subject to layers of security restrictions, because as one of the prosthetic bodies most likely to induce cyberpsychosis, without measures in place to suppress these Terrorist Mobile Unit members, several of them might actually go insane.

That's how it should be.

But at this moment, all the preset suppression protocols were deactivated one by one amidst the piercing sound of electronic alarms, like opening the cages that imprisoned wild beasts. The team member's figure twisted into a blur in extreme condition, and his blood-red prosthetic eye drew a red arc in the air.

Fast, too fast.

An unprecedented sense of liberation surged through his neural pathways like an electric current.

Once upon a time, when he was a cyberpsychotic wandering the streets, those inferior S.A.S.S. implanted on the black market only brought excruciating pain that tore his muscles apart.

After becoming a member of the Terrorist Mobile Squad, the military-grade S'anwestan was placed under layers of shackles—until now, with the release of his superior's pre-death authority, all the limiters crumbled before his boiling fighting spirit.

Time seems to have frozen.

He could see the dust suspended in the air, catch the flickering light of the prosthetic eyes under his teammates' masks, and even count the fingers of the people around him holding guns.

This near-time-stopping neural response, this extreme speed that seems to tear apart the laws of physics—

"I'm invincible!"

The thought swept through his overloaded brain like wildfire.

Muscle memory drives the titanium skeleton faster than consciousness, and the tactical knife completes the entire process from being drawn from its sheath to being gripped in a fraction of a second.

KK, death threats—they're nothing but a slow-motion farce in the face of absolute speed. He grinned, revealing a twisted smile behind his mask.

I am the strongest.

The micro-vibration generator prosthetic in the skeleton emits a high-frequency hum, and the blade of the tactical dagger vibrates for a fraction of a second, creating an afterimage invisible to the naked eye—this exquisite killing frequency allows the blade to tear through reinforced muscles like a hot knife through butter, turning internal organs into mincemeat.

His reinforced tendons compressed to their limit as he charged up, and with a loud bang from the hydraulic system, he soared into the air like a cannonball. The prosthetic body was pressurized a second time at the highest point of the jump, and the leg prosthetic body completed an incredible right-angle change of direction in mid-air.

The distance of more than 20 meters was compressed into a deathly journey in an instant by absolute speed, and the air hummed as it rubbed against the surface of the terrorist mobile unit member's clothing during the dive.

Karl's face rapidly magnified in Yi's eyes, and the vibrating dagger precisely locked onto the fourth intercostal space on the left side of his chest—the location of his heart.

"Go to hell, KK!!"

At this moment, the member of the terrorist mobile unit finally let out a shriek.

Faced with the young man who instilled a sense of death and fear in him, the terrorist squad member chose to overcome his fear by confronting him. He wanted to kill Karl, to kill the man who terrified him.

His attack was so fast that even his teammates in the terrorist mobile unit didn't have time to react.

None of them expected that this member of the terrorist mobile unit would be so crazy, so easily broken down. The release of the restraints from above had a greater impact on a person's mind than they had imagined.

However, this is only natural. Once all constraints are gone, how could someone who is already a cyberpsychotic be willing to be threatened?

A split-second leap between life and death—the tactical dagger in the hand of this member of the terrorist mobile unit, its sharp tip only half a meter away from Karl's heart.

Within the accelerated vision enhanced by the SEANSUN system, this distance had already been determined as a 'hit'.

It was impossible for any human to react in this time-delay domain; he was certain that the moment he activated the S.A.S ...

At this moment, his retina was already rehearsing an even bloodier scene: the dagger would precisely wedge into the gap between the ribs, gouge out the beating heart, and the blade would slice the warm flesh into blooming petals in mid-air.

Then he would personally reach into that empty chest cavity, tear KK's bones and biological tissue to pieces, rip him in half, and turn this person who terrified him into a complete, no, a corpse in two halves.

After losing control, Cyber's psychopath went completely berserk. His prosthetic eye emitted a scarlet halo, and the pupil shrank to a dangerous pinpoint. Only KK remained in his eye.

In a different context, this might have been a very romantic feeling, but unfortunately, Carl is straight and has no interest in the current members of the Terrorist Mobile Squad.

Therefore, please allow him to refuse slightly.

Karl remained silent and made no move.

He has always been very lazy.

Especially when I'm with friends.

If you don't need to do it yourself, then why do it at all?

Perfect timing, V was also planning to try out the knife.

The knife V pulled out moved.

That speed was faster than the terrorist mobile team's raid, and more ruthless than his dagger.

V has never shown any mercy to those who intend to harm their friends.

The knife, crafted from a new alloy and material and not yet named by V, simply made a slight upward movement.

Two clean, neat sections appeared.

However, this did not occur in the delusions of cyberpsychosis, but rather within him.

Subcutaneous heavy armor, tactical body armor, titanium alloy exoskeleton—even the dagger that just happened to be in its path—were all useless.

That cold light was too fast and too precise, as if it had calculated the weak points of every layer of defense beforehand. The terrorist mobile team members didn't even have time for their pupils to contract.

He heard the sound of his body cracking, the sound originating from his upper body reaching the ground before his lower body slowly collapsed.

At the same moment that this member of the Violent Terrorist Mobile Squad suddenly launched an attack and was cut in half by V's sword, some other members of the Violent Terrorist Mobile Squad also made their move.

As if their brains had been stimulated by blood, they didn't need to say anything, and completely ignored the channel captain's attempts to stop them, rushing straight at Karl and the others.

(End of this chapter)