My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 114 Chapter 114: Starting over

Euros and the state trooper chatted happily.

John fell asleep in the back seat of the commercial vehicle. Perhaps it was a side effect of the surgery and Sianwestein. He felt extremely tired. When he woke up again, the state police had already left.

【Eden City-Damascus Camp】

There are only the old, the weak, the sick and the support staff in the camp.

John met Screwdriver and Joe here, and learned from them that Nando had crossed the border wall and returned to the family for treatment.

"I'm sorry, things are a little too confusing."

He is now physically and mentally exhausted and just wants to get back to his Eden City apartment.

But seeing the messy Damascus camp, I felt an inexplicable feeling of guilt for running away from the battlefield. Most of the familiar faces were still on the battlefield inside and outside Silver Port.

Orosi needed the camp and promised to take care of them.

The issues of nuclear radiation contamination and reconstruction of Silver Port have once again become their slogans to attract votes.

The prosthetics center is located at the top of the floor.

This is a very Chinese-style building.

An elevator leads directly from the garage to the operating room.

The location is relatively close to the bridge leading to Sakura Cross Street, and the proportion of Asians on the street has increased significantly. It is said that several small companies around it are industries arranged by the Kuang Xin family in Eden City.

"Who knew things would turn out like this, I really..."

The shadowless light is on.

boom.

"That's okay, John."

Kuang Xin also appeared as the spokesperson of Tiebang Logistics.

They fist bumped each other in farewell.

John had two vehicles that needed to be taken away from the camp, so he asked a screwdriver to fix the motorcycles to the top of the armored vehicle.

The wasteland is still a scene of yellow sand filling the sky, and there are thicker clouds on the distant horizon.

John lay down on the operating chair.

He was neatly dressed and showed no fear in facing interview questions with ulterior motives - some companies with ulterior motives wanted to draw attention to the direction of the backup computer room.

"call……"

Screens hang from the ceiling.

Black light flashed across the Jurassic armored vehicle.

"You have my phone number. If you need anything, please contact me anytime. Don't be so pretentious that you can't say it, okay?"

Joe took out a pack of traditional cigarettes and put them in his coat pocket.

looks like it's going to rain.

They passed the checkpoint without any stress and returned to the confines of Eden's outer ring road.

The commercial vehicle occupied by Orosi and Armored Beamon followed closely behind.

He saw John's broken arm, the blood stains remaining on his body, and the exhaustion on his face...

The sky became hazy and bright.

Qiao hugged her and patted her on the back.

Eden City news is undoubtedly focused on Silverport, and all major TV stations are discussing the feud between the Exiles and the Wanderers.

Prevent them from developing into violent terrorists.

Aircraft, including aerospace vehicles, fly by from time to time.

MPs also came forward.

[Vehicle detected and added to the device center. 】

As the drug is injected into the body, the head begins to become drowsy.

John met the doctor who transplanted the alloy skeleton to him, and his set of precise and sharp surgical prostheses.

Joe smiled and comforted him. "The Rangers are different from any kind of group you have ever seen. We have the strength and determination to get through the difficulties. You have no position or reason to accompany us. Take a good rest."

John took a deep breath and answered seriously.

He got out of the car and walked into the back seat of the business, and headed to the private clinic in the city center with Euros.

[Eden City-Celadon Medical Beauty]

It is usually a private plastic surgery hospital reserved only for the rich and powerful. The level of hygiene and room decoration are reassuring.

"Thank you, brother, you have done enough."

John confirmed that it was connected to the Eden city network and let the vehicle leave through the automatic parking system.

Interviewees basically expressed the need to be wary of camp expansion.

Igudrashu is a custom-made prosthetic limb, which is not only expensive to make, but also has no stock for replacement.

The fracture surface is relatively complete.

Orosi replaced John's left hand with a high-end product on the market.

"This time we collected a large amount of actual combat data and conducted a destructive experiment. It is a big gain. We will make targeted adjustments and upgrades in the future, and we will operate on you when the goods are ready."

"I can do it."

John started scanning and looked at his palm.

[Prosthesis: Yggdrasil [Palm·Radium Dot Holding]]

[Prosthetic limb: Slider [Arm module is vacant]]

There is slight color difference between the two arms.

There is a reserved modification slot on the new arm. If you want, you can add a micro-cannon barrel or insert a knife such as a mantis knife into it.

Orosi dismissed the others and emphasized two things.

She will use the matter of Silver Port to cooperate with the Internet Supervisor, and then mediate between major companies. There will be a lot of trouble in the process.

John needs to help her get it done, unconditionally.

"You have to pay back your debts. My dear, if you refuse, I will put you on the list of dishonest people. Then the relationship will be very delicate."

"uh-huh."

John turned over and stepped on the floor, observing Sean Westan behind him in the projection mirror next to him.

The artificial leather on his body was so discolored that he looked like a homeless man suffering from a severe skin disease, and he looked very haggard.

Orosi read other emotions on John's face.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"Ah, you can read minds."

John picked up the solid-color T-shirt with the hospital logo and turned around to meet Euros' eyes.

"You are wary of me, aren't you? You don't feel safe anymore, so let Armor Beamon go with you."

Orosi waved her hand.

She wanted to say that this was the nature of the Inbetweeners, but John refused to give her an explanation for it.

"I don't have a high-tech algorithm. Unlike you, a bastard like you can play riddles with a state trooper. You can come and go."

"I'm a mercenary who lives on the streets. I'm quite sensitive to emotions and hostility. I can probably feel it... not to the point of hostility, but you seem to be different."

John was fully dressed, walked to the table, picked up the gun, and put it on himself.

[Mission target update]

[Be honest with Orosi. (optional)]

【The secret of hidden serum. (optional)]

He said after a moment of silence.

"I met someone deep in the computer room..."

He told Orosi about his meeting with the serum and the contents of the accident video.

Information sharing is necessary.

John used practical actions to tell Euros that he was still honest in the relationship between the two and would keep his promise and arrive on time when work was needed.

Orosi frowned and sat on the chair.

She took out a chip from her pocket and threw it on the table.

"Actually, I already copied the video and got it before the network surveillance broke into the depths of the facility... But as for the serum, thank you for telling me. As for the wandering AI called Black Light, it may have turned me into something. ……variable?"

Orosi looked up at John and frowned. "I said there were two things." "Hmm?"

"Actually, I saw Serum at Messiah's European headquarters. At that time, her name was Pacifica Connor on her name badge."

Orosi said truthfully.

She was quite impressed with that researcher.

After all, after being transplanted with a prosthetic body that analyzes emotions, the things we see most in Messiah’s headquarters are excitement, greed, and anger.

"That guy was out of place, because she was the only one who came into contact with me for the first time...heh, pity appeared on her face, even a brand new emotion, do you understand?"

Orosi seemed to be lost in memories.

"This coincidence of interpersonal relationships makes me feel scared. I am as afraid of death as you are, John. When you detect a threat, you should take precautions. Is this a normal thinking pattern?"

She seemed to be explaining her alienation from John.

"...I understand, see you later, I'm going to rest."

The sky has cleared slightly.

[Shop-Black Engine Restaurant]

"Wow~ Look who this is, you're still alive?"

The boss, Gnaeus, exclaimed in admiration. His thick prosthetic limb was still stained with detergent foam, and he directly pushed a glass of cold beer over.

The cycle of day and night ends.

The rush hour for work in the industrial area has passed.

The only people in the restaurant were the waitress who was clearing the dishes and the owner.

John was wearing a blood-stained exile coat and a T-shirt with a hospital logo underneath. He really looked like an escaped patient, and even his haggard expression fit the description very well.

"Thanks."

He buried his head in the noodles and wolfed them down.

Even though the noodles are synthetic, the sauce has a strong taste, and even the shaped sides are industrial food chunks.

For a long time, I relied on nutritional solutions and had two surgeries...

The feeling of food stimulating your taste buds is intoxicating.

"Choking to death is considered a good ending, don't you think so, a legendary mercenary from Eden City?"

Gnaeus threw the rag on the bar and frowned in disgust at the way he was eating.

Gudong, Gudong.

John took two sips of beer, and the chill rushed from his throat to the back of his head, but was stopped in time by the graphene chip.

Some things have indeed changed.

He sighed slightly regretfully, and then chatted with Gnaeus about his recent daily life seemingly unintentionally, listening to the restaurant owner talk about the changes in the streets, especially the topics that have been discussed recently.

"The friction between the gangs is getting worse."

"The Black Gold Gang and the Xiaoding Gang?"

"This is just the largest gang in Eden City. There are different forces in almost every street. In addition, with the recent population explosion in Eden City, more and more new faces are picking up guns and starting to fool around... Who knows, it just feels like It’s not peaceful in the city.”

"When has it ever been peaceful?"

"It's not the same, John. That kind of petty theft is not scary. I'm just worried about friction but not firing a gun. There must be some gang leaders who want to make a big move or two. I've experienced that kind of thing. It must be in the city. Just beat him to a bloody head."

Gnaeus crossed his arms and sighed.

He also showed a look of disdain. "I heard that you are doing well in the West District. Why can't you even get some gossip? Look at how cheap you are... Damn it, did you pay?"

John emptied the cup with almost no hesitation.

"I'm actually penniless now."

"Fake Squid, John, are you looking for me to be a freeloader?"

"You can't say that, the matter is very complicated."

John accurately dodged Gnaeus' fist.

Gone are the days of being pinned down on the bar and beaten violently.

"I almost died, you know? Then before I died, I squandered it for a period of time, and I lost half of my money."

"Why did you go back again?"

Gnaeus did not force it.

He knew that John also had a sports car, so he wouldn't have to pay for a meal at a small restaurant.

"Who says it isn't? Life is a cycle, and it gets even worse. Man, I know why I'm here. I just want to hear your advice."

John didn't know what to say.

Gnaeus frowned, crossed his arms, and signaled the restaurant waiter with his eyes to go to the kitchen.

John said after a long silence.

"Life suddenly became chaotic, and then someone said that you have problems with your memory in the city for so many years, and you are a little unsure of who you are..."

"and then?"

"Farke, don't you think you're fucked enough?"

John questions Gnaeus' lack of conscience.

But he waved his hand, as if wiping away the water on the bar.

"Look down and see. He has arms and legs. He looks more human than when he first came to me. Mess is the norm. Any girl who smokes in Eden City will have more worries than you."

Gnaeus looked calm.

"If you don't have money now, just go to work. Life doesn't just sit and wait for things to turn around. You just have nothing to do."

He pointed to the door.

"If you have nothing else to do, you'd better get out and fill your pockets first before coming back to talk. After all, you have to eat, clothe, house and travel while you are still alive, and you have to pay for everything. Is that okay?"

Gnaeus issued an eviction order.

John frowned and wanted to refute, but found that it made sense. After abandoning those conspiracies, street life seemed simpler than imagined.

He nodded and left the store.

"Thank you. I'll pay you back next time. If you need anything, call me."

Before John left, he gave Gnaeus a bad check.

[Eden City-Youdong Street]

John is actually not sure whether this time period is feasible.

He made his way past drug addicts and homeless people, and into underground passages amid black smoke from oil drums.

[Scan detected, no signs of hacking. 】

John lifted the roller shutter door with one hand, then frowned, letting go and letting the door curtain fall down while touching the tip of his nose.

The mohawks on the cabinets were changed to a sexier color.

The leather jacket he was wearing was almost soaked with starch, his pants and belt fell to the ground, and his hands had just finished a mechanical movement.

The cabinet reluctantly took off the headband.

"Damn it, I forgot to change your permissions."

"What do you mean, the business I gave you is no longer enough to stay on the VIP list?"

John browsed randomly on the shelves.

The cupboard picked up the e-cigarette and inserted the metal mask, ignoring John's touch in his shop.

"This is the rule of Eden City. If there is no news for more than a few days, you can be considered dead. In fact, until this morning, I thought you had become an unknown corpse."

John sighed.

He knows that street vendors and middlemen have a unique way of communicating information, which is even more timely than the inside information of news stations. Street reputation will always increase inexplicably.

He came to the cupboard today mainly to solve the problem of subcutaneous armor replenishing fluid.

John had two major surgeries.

The color difference on his body needs to be adjusted. The artificial leather is related to the subcutaneous armor, and the replenishing liquid needed for the Plato Experimental type on his body is not much available on the market.

[Street reputation has improved, and more products have been unlocked in the black market]

The cabinet said that he would put the ECPD agent on the line with him.

"You have remembered this, my big star."

(End of this chapter)