Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 802, Section 12: Arrogant!
"Heh heh, working with the Terrorist SWAT team to deal with cyberpsychotics? This is fucking a novel experience!"

Jack grinned, his berserk prosthetic body trembling beneath his skin, his muscle fibers swelling and knotting under the stimulation of hormones, and the blue light of the synaptic accelerators in his nervous system flashing. The world slowed down in his eyes—just as the fully armed cyber psychopath raised his gun, Jack had already crashed into his arms.

The military-grade alloy exoskeleton groaned under the strain. Jack's arms gripped his opponent like hydraulic clamps, the tactical suit twisting and deforming under the immense force. He could feel the subcutaneous armor crushing the opponent's internal organs and flesh, and he could hear the cracking sounds of the cervical vertebrae from the torque.

Goodnight, you madman.

With a violent twist, the head under the helmet turned a full 180 degrees.

Sparks crackled from the data cables in his neck, and the body, which had been looking back like an owl, convulsed and collapsed to its knees. Jack released his grip, letting the still-reflexively twitching corpse slide down, blood dripping from his fingers, gleaming eerily crimson in the light.

"Jack, someone's coming towards you."

Just as Jack finished dealing with the terrorist squad member, Oliver's voice came through his communication channel.

The instant Oliver's warning exploded in the neural communication, Jack already felt it—the shrill sound of air being torn apart, the tremor of his boots shattering the ground.

He jerked his head around, the focus of the Kijiro Tsukasa optical prosthetic eye rapidly narrowing, tactical markings flashing wildly on his retina, clearly revealing the approaching figure: a police-level armband, the standard uniform of the Terrorist Mobile Squad, and that gleaming samurai sword—

"Ha! Has even the captain gone mad?" Jack grinned, his muscles taut beneath his armor. "Well, you're right, where you're from, you get promoted if you can kill someone. But samurai swords are really rare these days."

The mind is still working, but the body has already taken action.

Jack's center of gravity shifted slightly, his synaptic accelerometer still activating—he had calculated every millisecond: sidestep, dodge the blade, and snap the guy's neck.
However, the expected flash of swords did not materialize.

A blinding blue light tore through the air, accompanied by the buzzing of a fully charged capacitor. The captain-level cyber psychopath charging forward suddenly froze, and a metal lotus flower exploded from his chest, except that the petals were scattered fragments of ribs.

He was hit; the object was so powerful that it easily penetrated his military bulletproof vest and subcutaneous armor, piercing through his body in one fell swoop.

"Cough."

The tattered synthetic lungs continued to mechanically contract and expand, and the blood pump faithfully carried out its last instructions. But at this moment, this originally sophisticated combination of life support and combat prosthetics had become a torture device—pressurized blood gushed out from the ruptured trachea, forming a scarlet mist inside the tactical mask.

The head, soaked in blood mist, was still twitching. The prosthetic eye stared intently at Jack through the blood-red curtain, as if it were trying to finish Jack off even in its last moments. The crimson prosthetic eye was filled with madness.

"You're far inferior to someone I've ever met who managed to regain a shred of consciousness at the last minute."

Watching this cyber madman's behavior, Jack recalled the lieutenant they had once encountered named James Norris. Compared to that lieutenant, this member of the Terrorist Mobile Unit had clearly sunk too deep into madness.

Perhaps the restrictions that the city council administrators lifted before their deaths were truly the final straw that broke the camel's back for these cyberpsychotics.

They could maintain their composure under restraint, but once released, they completely lost control.

While feeling a slight sense of regret or mixed emotions for this cyber-psychotic, Jack also remembered who had helped him.

"Beautiful shot, Johnny! That was a great shot!" "Heh, now you know I wasn't bragging?" Johnny's voice carried his familiar arrogance. "Back in Arasaka Tower, I single-handedly went in and out twice with just one gun. Even if the second time was a little off, it was an accident. If it weren't for that tin bastard Adam Hammer playing dirty tricks..."

A mechanical voice came from the communicator. Johnny paused, then his tone suddenly became more excited: "Believe it or not, right now, I can still single-handedly break through and come back out."

Jack burst out laughing, casually twisting the arm of another cyber lunatic who lunged at him: "Come on, Johnny, let's deal with this bunch of lunatics first!"

"You're so arrogant, Johnny. You never think before you start bragging."

On the other end, Oliver felt that Johnny was getting more and more pretentious, or was this guy always arrogant, but now that his strength was worthy of his boasting, he became even more arrogant?

Oliver wasn't quite sure what Johnny's current situation was, whether he was truly as strong as he had boasted about in the long run, or whether he had finally reached the level he had boasted about. But whatever the case, one thing remained unchanged.

That means he at least has to keep an eye on this idiot, lest he really mess things up.

Oliver and Johnny were positioned relatively close to the wall, a position ideal for their combat positioning. Above them, a female cyberpsychotic had climbed onto the ceiling, her limbs modified with arthropod joints, and her fingers flicked out 30-centimeter-long monomolecular lines, swooping down from the sky like a spider towards the man and dog.

Oliver didn't give her the chance to use the monomolecular line to cut herself and Johnny in two.

There's someone in the team who uses monomolecular ray, and he's probably one of the top monomolecular ray users in the world. For a mere cyber psychopath to mimic spider-like movements with monomolecular ray, trying to catch him off guard or prevent him from doing anything about it is just a pipe dream!

He practiced for almost a month in the analog chip, using some data that Karl had input!

The technical sniper rifle 'Nekomata' emitted a buzzing sound as it completed charging. Oliver's movement of raising the rifle was fluid and graceful. Through the scope, the upside-down figure was spreading out a 'spider web' of monomolecular lines as it pounced.

'We've all gotten into the habit of headshots now,' Oliver thought to himself as he pulled the trigger. 'But then again, who doesn't have a spare heart these days?'

The charged bullet roared out, blasting the distorted face and a section of the ceiling behind it into fragments. The splattered blood mist and brain tissue fragments bloomed into a vibrant flower on the ceiling, and the headless body crashed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

With the sound of the ceiling collapsing, Oliver exhaled and, as a sniper who needed to be in control of the battlefield at all times, surveyed the hall.

The hall was filled with the smoke of gunfire, and the sounds of fragmentation grenades and laser-cutting grenades could be heard from time to time. Amid the gunfire, there were not many of those still moving, their prosthetic eyes bloodshot under their helmets.

It was easier than I expected.

I thought I could get at least ten kills.

but
It's great that we don't have to fight against all the members of the Terrorist Mobile Unit.

This saved me ammunition. You know, this job isn't reimbursed; I had to bear all the costs myself.

(End of this chapter)