Land mines!
Dense smoke and flas instantly engulfed the area in front of the door, and Gloria lost consciousness and responsiveness in an instant.
The sense of ti blurred, it felt like a year had passed, or just a second, but when she regained consciousness, she was no longer in the sa spot!
The explosion was no longer happening right in front of her, but to her side and the distance had beco much greater...
She looked at her son—David was standing in front of her, with his back to the explosion.
"David..."
But before she could finish, what followed was an intense feeling of nausea!
The shockwave and the rapid, violent motion would cause an unexpected displacent of her organs, her body system couldn’t withstand such motion!
David caught his staggering mother with one hand, and in the other, he already had a tight grip on a pistol—
He felt the land mine wasn’t aid at him, but he was the one who opened the door.
He also didn’t know if the person who planted the land mine would target him.
Gloria, suppressing the nausea, raised her head with the intention of telling David to run, but only then did she notice that David, slightly sidestepping, had his clothes completely burned through and his skin was mangled—
Revealing the high-grade military Combat Prosthetics on his back.
In that mont, Gloria froze, suddenly feeling as though her son had beco sowhat of a stranger.
Because it was her first ti being a mother, she didn’t yet understand that this feeling was actually "realizing her child had grown up."
The powerful military Combat Prosthetics, the practiced grip on the gun, the poised movents filled with strength...
Even his physique had grown considerably.
The current David was different from the studious David of the past—
The old David, though a bit unconventional, was actually a studious child.
The current David seed much more mature and steady, but in reality...
His body was full of Combat Prosthetics!
Si Anweisitan completed its self-check, emitting wisps of white smoke—
While the skin was burned, the military tenderloin hadn’t sustained damage.
The explosion had completely destroyed the door, and residents strolling through the skyscraper fled on foot, with a few who loved to watch the scene not minding the severity of the situation, using their Prosthetic Eyes to observe secretly from behind the railings.
David, holding his mother’s arm, took a few steps back, his focus entirely on the door fra that emitted black smoke.
There were people inside, not just those two.
At the mont when he activated Si Anweisitan, David distinctly heard another set of footsteps.
From the sound of the steps, the person moved quickly and steadily, their movents clean and efficient, clearly professionally trained.
Who is it?
"Petro!"
The voice of Dyes pierced through the black smoke.
A direct encounter with a land mine, the shockwave and blinding flash would rob the one facing it of all senses.
In Dyes’ perception, his world had turned upside down, everything had turned white, unable to discern direction.
This voice sounded sowhat heart-wrenching with a heavy electronic tone, seemingly the explosion had affected the voice components.
Such voice components are standard issue for ergency response teams; they often need to rush into battlefields to rescue their employers, and the more versatile synthetic vocal cords have a broad range of uses.
Through the black smoke, this hoarse cry allowed David to determine that Dyes had been blown into the room.
And that woman, who is still being called out by Dyes, Petro, wasn’t making any sound at all.
Zii—
The fire suppression system activated, and with the spray from the extinguishers, the black smoke gradually dissipated, allowing David to get a clearer view of the situation inside.
Dyes’ face was covered in blood, one hand pinned under his body, his whole body on its side, bleeding all over, his eyes unable to open.
In fact, opening them wouldn’t make much difference, as it seed the explosion also included a Shock Bomb, which would release intense light and violent vibrations, and surviving it would be a stroke of luck, with vision and auditory systems definitely all damaged.
He looked to be in a state of panic—at this sudden event, the shock had breached his sensory system, and now he could probably only feel darkness around him.
Looking at his body, his clothes had been blasted open, the skin still glowed red-hot, with burnt flesh and components twisted together.
Yet his mouth was calling out the na of the woman companion, suggesting their relationship was not ordinary.
But Petro was already motionless on the ground, only her arm twitching slightly, it was impossible to tell if she was dead or alive.
Kneeling next to her was a man dressed in the sa ergency response team attire, except this man was wearing the team’s Combat Armor.
His helt blinked with red warning lights, signifying that the logo of the response team had been obscured by so sort of abstract graffiti...
From David’s perspective, it looked more like a careless sar.
In his hand were two personal links, one connected to Dyes’ neck, and the other to Petro’s.
"Two people, one dead... one alive." The man retracted the links and stood up, looking down at Petro on the ground, he raised his pistol.
This was a Dian Type Submachine Gun from Kantao, clearly, all the man’s gear was standard kit for the ergency response team.
Private ti to carry ard equipnt, only senior officers with an average workday of over 15 hours had such privileges.
After he retracted his personal link, all the equipnt and firearms on him stopped blinking red and returned to normal operation mode.
"Rosvald?" Dyes on the ground recognized the voice by his ear, a mix of shock and anger, "What are you doing! That rcenary over there..."
"I’m treating you, you’re already sick." Kaneke’s voice sounded quite calm and normal, but his actions were anything but...
Ratatat!
The smart bullets from the Dian Type Submachine Gun could not miss at such close range, hitting Petro all over his body with deadly precision.
Her body shuddered as the bullets penetrated, then the trembling stopped.
The blood that splashed up didn’t go very high, but the blood that reached the ground spread out quickly.
The warm liquid that splashed and flowed touched Dyes in the darkness, his rage extinguished as suddenly as if doused with cold water, disappearing without a trace.
"You... what have you done..."
Whoosh!
The dust was blown away by the firefighting equipnt, and a huge noise ca from outside the window as a Floating Car approached at high speed!
Dyes’s voice trembled, "The company won’t let you get away with this... and also..."
Kaneke packed up his gear, explaining his actions, "The trauma team will let go, I just bought a platinum package with your money."
"Damn funny, you think..."
Kaneke glanced at the ti in his Prosthetic Eye, "Two seconds from now, you’ll receive a central command to extract ."
Dyes on the floor was stunned, and the next mont his visual system began to recover, the world in his view pixelated as if covered with mosaic.
A fra filled with mosaic appeared in his sight:
[Trauma Team Dispatch: Skyscraper H4, Platinum mber.]
[Client Information: Kaneke Rosvald]
[Symptoms: Prosthetics malfunction...]
What the hell?!
Dyes’s eyes on the floor turned red, synthetic fluid leaked through the cracks of his shattered Prosthetic Eye, mimicking tears—
It was this bastard who ambushed them! They were on official duty!
And now the company wants them to save him?!
This guy is feeling pretty good about himself, isn’t he!
As if answering his confusion, Kaneke spoke calmly, "It’s cyber psychosis, my Prosthetics can’t properly display operational data anymore."
As he spoke, he crouched down and took a folded Dian Type Submachine Gun from the pocket on Dyes’s leg.
He slowly unfolded Dyes’s own submachine gun and placed it in its owner’s hand.
Upon grasping the weapon, the smart link automatically activated, indicating lights switching from red to green.
Dyes, now holding the weapon, looked up to see Kaneke raising the submachine gun and pressing the muzzle against his own head.
"You were close to her. I killed her, but can you kill ?"
Can you?
Can you?
The HUD popped up with multiple target locks, which were quickly disengaged by the auto unlock software, generating error ssages in succession.
[Target lock, hit probability...]
[Error: Target is client]
[Target lock, hit probability...]
[Error: Target is client, please use non-lethal ans.]
[Error...]
Dyes’s head felt heavy with the constant pop-ups, pain jolting his nerves—
His teeth almost bit through his gums, but this infallible smart targeting system hindered him from pulling the trigger and firing the bullets...
It seed the error ssages in his Prosthetic Eye were not about the malfunctioning Prosthetics but that his world had gone wrong!!!
His hand simply couldn’t pull the trigger!
"That’s the biggest sickness," Kaneke released Dyes’s hand.
"Aaaah!!!"
Dyes’s head felt like it was on fire, unstable electrical currents flowing through his shattered Prosthetics, his voice tearing apart while his fingers were utterly unable to pull the trigger!
Straining only caused further damage to his artificial vocal cords, but to pull the trigger?
Impossible!
Kaneke just walked out the door without looking back, passing by David who was on high alert.
David took a slow step back as the cyber madman swept past him—
If he hadn’t witnessed all this, no one would associate Kaneke with a cyber madman.
Watching Kaneke’s retreating figure, David breathed a sigh of relief...
[Lille: Take your mom ho; we have to keep an eye on this cyber psychotic.]
[Lille: Retreat quickly, I feel like this madman has other plans.]
Whoosh—
The Floating Car zood in, the noise growing louder and louder.
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