Someone Made a Move

Under the pressure of Carl's undisguised killing intent, a figure in the Psycho Squad formation suddenly tensed.

Perhaps it was the resentment of having his dignity challenged for so long, or perhaps Carl's arrogant stance was like a sharp steel needle stabbing viciously into his already crumbling mental defenses—the precarious psychological balance he could barely maintain only through regular inhibitor injections was completely torn apart at that moment.

His mechanical eye suddenly contracted, crimson light spreading wildly across its iris like overflowing blood, while the hum of his overloaded processor exploded directly inside his skull.

His knuckles cracked with the scrape of metal, and the fibers of his tactical gloves pulled into sharp creases as he clenched his fists.

While the other squad members were still focusing on Carl's threat, this Psycho Squad member's combat instincts had already torn apart every procedural restraint.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, before his rational mind could make a judgment, his body had already begun moving on instinct.

His cybernetic spine erupted with high-frequency vibrations, and his subdermal armor creaked along with his muscles. When his Sandevistan system activated, even the shriek of air being torn apart could not catch up to his body, which had blurred into an afterimage.

The precisely implanted inhibitor chips erupted with blinding electrical sparks, scorching burnt warning signals between his neural synapses. Yet the pain in his nerves only made him move faster.

As standard Psycho Squad equipment, the Sandevistan should have been subject to multiple layers of safety restrictions. As one of the cyberware implants most likely to trigger Cyberpsychosis, without some restraints in place, these Psycho Squad members might truly go mad the moment they were deployed.

That was how it should have been.

But at that moment, every pre-set suppression protocol