Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 8 Road to Escape
"Who is responsible for the implant lock?! Why is his implant still working!?"

Just as the terrified scream sounded, a sharper voice suddenly overwhelmed it.

A cold light flashed, and the long table along with the instruments on it broke into two. The researcher rolled backwards in embarrassment, barely avoiding the attack amid a series of crackling sounds of bottles and jars shattering.

The sound of deep breathing echoed in the laboratory.

After cutting the long table in the way with one blow, Marico did not move forward but stayed where he was.

His appearance has changed drastically.

The original white hospital gown had been torn into pieces, with only a few hanging strips of cloth left.

Under the artificial skin that was torn due to excessive output, the wriggling bundles of reinforced muscle fibers and the constantly flashing red light were vaguely visible.

Unable to tell whether it was one's own or someone else's, the milky white artificial plasma and the red original blood mixed together and dripped down from the body.

But no one laughed.

Marico's two prosthetic limbs, the "Hands of Daedalus", have been overloaded and activated. From time to time, white mist leaks out from the exhaust holes, making a hissing sound.

Not long ago, they witnessed with their own eyes that one of their colleagues had his head blown up by a punch from the other party.

The circular cutting blade that popped out from the opponent's side arm, a cutting machine that was supposed to be used in engineering emergency scenarios, just easily cut a long table and almost took a person's head.

Because they are afraid of complications such as "cyberpsychosis" and their own living standards are still pretty good, the researchers here limit the degree of their transformation to around 20%.

——It is equivalent to replacing an arm and a leg.

Moreover, even if they were to improve further, how could such research talents as them possibly defeat a reckless cyber madman with an engineering prosthesis?

"It's too late to contact the Security Bureau. When will our support arrive?"

The researcher hiding behind a large device said in horror.

"I have already notified Cobol. He is leading his men here. Estimated arrival time: three minutes."

Kobol is the commander of the institute's security forces.

Amid the mess in the laboratory, Vidani's voice remained calm.

"The target seems to still have some combat awareness and destroyed the surveillance camera first. At the same time, once the target shows the intention to go to the door, the target will be the first to attack."

Vidani stared at Marico in the distance while slowly moving towards the data board. The mind adjustment device was destroyed at the beginning, but the associated recording data device was still there, and she needed it.

"So next, let's work together to survive, everyone."

next moment.

Marico raised his head again and looked around in confusion.

Slowly, he stared at a man in the distance.

"What is your relationship with Greely?"

It was the male researcher who handed over the memory stick not long ago.

Looking at the other person's empty eyes, he swallowed and forced a cyberpsychopath's memory into his body. The other person's original personality might have been overwritten.

Wait, cover——

He tried hard to recall the file of the cyberpsychopath, a street member who was addicted to virtual network dolls and suffered from severe delusional cognitive impairment. Yes, the contradiction was Geli! The former's middle school classmate, an employee in the financial industry.

"I know Geli! I'm Geli's friend!" He raised his hand quickly, "But we don't have any relationship beyond friendship. I'm not your competitor! Even if you want, I can help you chase--"

"no?"

A painful expression slowly appeared on Marico's face, and his tone suddenly became angry:
"——Why do you say no!?"

Along with the roar, there was an iron fist with clenched fingers that smashed tables and chairs along the way.

boom!
Haw!

"Has it already started?"

With the help of spiritual energy, the five senses are further enhanced.

Even though there was a soundproofing layer inside the walls of the laboratory, Song Shi could vaguely hear the noise in the distance.

The timing was better than expected. ".I kept my promise."

After a whisper that no one heard, Song Shi withdrew his gaze and started running wildly in the corridor!
Based on the navigation diagram on the wall and the view outside the corridor window, Song Shi already had a general understanding of the entire research institute, at least the environment of this building and the surrounding area.

"Networking permissions can be restored at any time, but they can only be used once. Tsk, the hardware is still too bad, and there is no time to compile the network module again."

High-end flagship data processors, supercomputer micro-terminals to improve computing power, customized hacking tools; cyber warfare modules for information theft, positioning, virus implantation, prosthetic takeover, icebreakers, etc., none of these are available. Not including the pirated pop-up ad blocker.

No matter which action you take, such as shutting down cameras, interfering with local area networks, cutting off communication channels, or changing network protocols, you only have one chance.

After that, the network protection system of the entire research institute will react, realize that someone has hacked in, and immediately raise the alert level, and even trace back to Song Shi!
"call--"

But no problem.

Fighting in an environment with scarce resources is also a compulsory course for free bounty hunters!

The corridor was empty.

It's ten o'clock in the evening.

At this time, some people might have just started their night life, but the rest of the staff of this institute had already left work. Not only this building, but the entire institute was in a state of emptiness - after all, those who are really committed to research would not come to a marginal institute to waste their time.

The five people mentioned above are considered to be relatively important researchers, and they stayed behind specifically to conduct clinical trials on volunteers.

The laboratory is located on the fifth floor.

I didn't think about the elevator and just ran all the way.

After a few breaths, Song Shi jumped down from the stairs and glanced at the second floor sign on the wall.

You can leave this building immediately.

But the problem was still huge, especially when he glanced out the window on the fourth floor and saw the autonomous machine gun turret turning silently in the institute's flower garden - the distance was too far to confirm the specific model, but judging by its appearance, it was probably a Sentinel series.

The Sentinel series is the best-selling product line of [Santa Industry], focusing on cost-effectiveness and popularization.

"Cost-effectiveness" refers to low price, including both manufacturing cost and selling price; "popularization" means castrating functions and just focusing on whether the product can move.

But no matter how cost-effective and affordable it is, a rain of steel-core bullets with a firing rate of twelve rounds per second can easily destroy his current body.

"These autonomous machine gun towers don't have a separate local area network, but are directly connected to the public network of the institute. I can bypass the ICE protection (ice wall, electronic anti-intrusion device) through the springboard and force it to shut down for ten seconds. I only have one chance."

If any unexpected situation occurs, let yourself use network operations in advance to alert the firewall, then
The roar of an engine suddenly sounded from a distance.

Then, before the engine was completely turned off, a series of hurried footsteps came from below.

Along with it came a steady voice.

"——The target is an out-of-control cyberpsycho, currently located on the fifth floor."

"Our first goal is to rescue Vidani and the others. Our second goal is to capture the cyberpsycho alive if possible. Our third goal is to control the scene and reduce property losses."

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to use live ammunition. Otherwise, it will be considered a violation and 15% of your salary will be deducted."

"Damn it, I don't have much money every month to begin with, and they deduct this and that... Tsk."

Different from the strong man's casual attitude, at least on the surface.

The security team that rushed over after receiving the emergency call consisted of five people. Each of them was fully armed, with bulging protective vests and guns in their hands.

At the same time, the lowest degree of modification among these five people is 30%, with two hearts and three lungs, prosthetic limbs with expansion modules, prosthetic eyes of various colors like protruding lenses, and large tattoos with patterns of evil spirits, dragons, mandala gallows, etc. - regardless of whether the implant configuration is reasonable or whether the combat awareness is sufficient, the outfit alone is enough to bluff people.

Song Shi was silent for a moment, took out the "Black Powder H-2" from behind his waist, threw it into a trash can in the aisle, and covered it with the garbage inside.

He rubbed his face and adjusted his breathing.

A look of horror appeared on Song Shi's face.

He ran to the next floor, crying loudly.

"Help, help."

"——Is there anyone here?"

(End of this chapter)