Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 90 68. Cyberpsychosis

Jack once told Mrs. Wells that as long as he was there, nothing would happen to Oliver and Carl. However, Carl was seriously injured during that mission. Every time Jack thought of this, he felt guilty because he believed that he had failed to fulfill his responsibility to protect Carl and had broken his promise.

For a man like Jack, breaking a promise is enough to make him remember it forever, and today when facing James and in a dangerous situation, he would not let Carl fight alone again.

Before the high-explosive bullets fired from the projectile launch system of James' prosthetic body arrived, Jack suddenly moved in the slow time.

He saw it.

After the last escort mission, Jack had some money left over from buying a car to purchase a prosthetic body. The neural prosthesis that Jack chose is called a synaptic accelerator.

Synaptic Accelerator: A neural processor that controls hormonal balance in response to threatening situations.

When danger is sensed, the synaptic accelerator will adjust Jack's hormones, speed up his senses, and slow down the time he feels, achieving an effect similar to the Swansea effect.

Jack saw it, saw the fire coming out of the projectile launching system in James' arm, saw the bullet flying slowly and approaching him, and also saw Carl's eyes looking at him in the distance.

'Watch out, Carl, Oliver, Jack Wells is about to start his show.'

His body fell on the slippery ground, Jack supported himself with one hand and held the Saratoga submachine gun in the other. He leaned over at a speed that was totally inconsistent with his physique, slid sideways with extreme grace, and dodged to the side.

"Bang bang bang!"

The bionic tree behind Jack was broken in half. Facing the violent bullets, the bionic tree made of stone and plastic could not offer any resistance at all.

"Fortunately it's a bionic tree, it would be a waste if it was a real tree."

There are still real trees in Night City, although they are extremely rare due to pollution and other factors, much less than real grass. Even the tree-lined Coronado Farm in Night City's official propaganda actually only has about forty trees.
However, in Korpo Square, where the company dogs often walk around, there are indeed more than ten real trees planted that look no different from bionic trees. These plants suffer enough from breathing polluted air on a normal basis. If they suffer an unexpected disaster, Jack would feel embarrassed.

As the rocks broke apart, Jack raised his Saratoga submachine gun and fired a volley of bullets in response. The feedback force from pulling the trigger changed Jack's sideways movement, and all the kinetic energy of the bullets hit James.

"Crackling."

The submachine gun bullets hitting James were like tickling him. Apart from making James' body move slightly, it did not cause any further results.

Sian Westin's time has passed.

'The second start.'

Such a count flashed through Carl's mind.

Time, six seconds had passed since the fight began, and the retreating NCPD officers finally reacted.

They adjusted their formation according to the orders in Johnson's communication channel, and relying on the shelters built with bionic trees, police cars, and flower beds, they used Lexington, Tactician and other weapons to suppress James with firepower.

They tried very hard, and the bullets almost never stopped since the start, but the only thing they could do with the weapons in their hands was fire suppression, because even the best weapon in their hands, the shotgun tactician, was, in a sense, only a weapon of the same level as the Lexington, and even if they shot at close range, they could not break the subcutaneous armor on James' body.

[Constitution Military M 2038 Tactician]: This shotgun is used for emergencies. It has been launched for many years and is an old model, but it is still popular among low-level gang members and NCPD. The reason is simple: they can't afford better guns with the money they have. Among guns of the same price, the Tactician is already the cheapest and most lethal weapon, and it is also simple and easy to use. With these advantages at this price, what else can you ask for?

NCPD's bullets rained down on James' back, but James didn't even think about turning his head. The bullets could only remove the short blond hair on his head and plow a groove in his scalp, but they couldn't cause any harm to him. As a tough guy, James didn't even care about a bald head when he didn't even care about a part of his body?

Not to mention that his sanity was almost gone. Listening to the crackling sound of gunfire that sounded like firecrackers, he felt as if he was on a battlefield.

This feeling.

It is this feeling.

This feeling of being someone you can rely on and someone who is expected of you.

I am James, Lieutenant James Norris of the new America!
I am still fighting on the battlefield, and I can continue to fight. I am not a useless waste who was dismissed from the army because I am no longer useful and forced to work for the military technology that was despised in the past. I am not a retired veteran!

I am special. My prosthetic carrying capacity is the best in the team. I am the special one!
Battlefield, enemy, death.

Red, red blood, James saw the blood slowly dripping from his hand.

Black, black gunpowder slag, James dodged the grenade thrown by NCPD, and then stared at the explosion mark left on the ground by the grenade.

Fire, the flame of incendiary bombs!

James raised his head. In the rain, he saw the holographic projection projected by the company, which looked like fire in his eyes.

This is such a beautiful, brilliant and dazzling fire.

It was as if he was telling himself that he was still in control, that he could dominate the battlefield.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Yes, it’s right here, I am right here!
Everything is happening on the battlefield.

James Norris, still fighting!

"Hahahaha!"

Carl watched James dodging in the fire, laughing wildly, avoiding the exploding grenades. Unknowingly, he activated Sian Westin again, counting in his mind, and moved forward again.

Now, it's the third time.

Recall the information.

Even a tough guy like James Norris only used the military experimental Swanwestin three times a day before he reached his limit and passed out.

it's time.

(End of this chapter)