My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 117 117: Ordinary People
This is at the intersection of Sakura Cross Street.

Barry has the last word.

The team members in the carriage skillfully took out the evidence bags and separated the luxury goods and cash they had just robbed.

The entire operation has a clear division of labor.

Barry was responsible for organizing the team, and no one asked about John's identity. The others quickly packed things neatly.

He sat silently in the back row holding his gun.

[Eden City-No. 31, Area B, Beilan Avenue]

Location information popped up in John's field of vision, and the passengers in the back seat swayed with the inertia, then stood up and filed out.

He followed the team out of the vehicle and landed on the ground.

This is the disassembly workshop of a large warehouse.

The vehicle suppliers in suits and ties walked towards Barry with champagne in their hands. After chatting with each other, they raised glasses and clinked their glasses together. They seemed to have made a fortune.

The market value of this heavy-duty freight truck is hundreds of thousands of euros.

"Hey, brother."

Someone in the team patted John on the shoulder, and then recovered the used firearms and masks and put them into sacks.

John waited for a few minutes before being taken to the back door of the scrapyard.

There were several scrubbed police cars and jeeps parked in front of them, and the team also disbanded and divided into several waves.

Someone put on a police uniform, sounded the siren and drove onto the urban highway.

Some people dress casually and enjoy the holidays like ordinary citizens.

Barry changed back into the standard ECPD uniform, but with some extra tactical equipment, as if he was ready for a gunfight at any time.

John had never been in a police car.

The interior and seats are terrible, and the smell of sweat and low-quality leather can blind one's eyes.

Barry put on his sunglasses very experiencedly.

The weather is a bit hot.

The power of the air conditioner is quite good. It must have been specially maintained while it was parked in a car scrapping factory.

Police cars drive across the cross-borough bridge.

Barry calmly controlled the steering wheel and occasionally chatted with John. Neither of them had the personality to have passionate conversations with people of the same sex.

The next stop is in the slums.

Officials prefer to call it "such-and-such community", but it is actually the most affordable residence for ordinary citizens in the industrial zone.

The alley is very narrow.

The walls on both sides are covered with graffiti, and even during the day, sunlight cannot penetrate the building and shine into the dark alley.

Underfoot is a loose cement cover.

Small shops project a variety of advertisements.

Countless tired eyes looked at this place, where someone was lying or standing under the shadow of the pink lamp.

His thin bones were covered in tattoos.

This place is a gathering place, evenly divided between Asians and other races. There are also people sitting in the arcade yelling and swearing, and disgusting breath is spitting out of the pipes.

Barry asked John to pull the unmarked bag out of the back.

When he bent down to get into the car, he saw that most of the stolen goods he had just robbed were piled on the seat.

[Sakura Cross Street-Shenjing Apartment [Group Rental Area]]

John and Barry walked through the stairs and hallways.

ECPD uniforms can protect you from gangsters.

The apartment floors are very poorly soundproofed.

Barry knocked on one of the doors, waited for the other person to speak, and then used his size advantage to squeeze in arrogantly.

There were only women and children in the room.

The low-cost apartments are internally divided into several small single rooms, and several families live together in the suites.

Barry dropped the bag of cash on the table.

He started talking to the people around him, and his tone was not friendly, but seemed to have a clear warning tone.

John stood in the doorway with his back against the wall.

Gang members and other visitors peered in and commented on the family's bad luck while joining in the fun.

The cursing in the room suddenly became louder.

John turned his ears and seemed to hear Barry scolding him, yelling that they should stop here and not cause trouble with the municipal government and gangs. He even fired a shot before leaving.

boom!
"WTF?"

John quickly opened the door.

He saw the women hugging their children, clenching their teeth and nodding, while the money bags had been hidden deep in the bedroom.

Barry turned around and looked at John with a frown, using his eyes to signal the other person to leave him before talking.

They returned to the parking lot.

Barry raised his kinetic energy pistol to the sky and pulled the trigger. A loud sound echoed in the narrow alley.

A group of hooligans ran out next to the police car.

They were all wearing cheap implants, wearing faded hoods, and their pickpocket tools had fallen to the ground and were made of shoddy, improvised street materials.

Barry finished all this before getting in the car.

After waiting for the vehicle to drive out of the slum apartment, he turned his head and said to John sitting in the passenger seat.

"Those just now were the families and children of the missing maintenance worker."

"I thought you shot ordinary people. Why did you say that to them after you sent the money?"

"The Xiao Town gang will come to steal and rob. I have no obligation to say hello to the gang for a few people, but it is different if I put on a bad face. Others will think that I am here to put pressure on them and stop them from causing trouble to the police station. Please, just keep the money quietly."

Barry's perspective is realistic.

Part of what he just said was sincere. If ordinary people go to the company without a bottom line and continue to hold on to a little pension, they may be silenced.

John continued to ask.

"Where to go now?"

"Go solve your problems."

The police car turned two corners and slid along the street with a huge gap into the two busiest blocks of Sakura Cross Street.

Skyscrapers form a steel jungle.

Glass curtain walls reflect sunlight, and a large number of pedestrian steps are retained in the middle of the low-rise and mid-rise buildings to connect different areas.

Dense billboards and projection equipment are at work.

Even during the day, walking on the streets at the bottom of the bustling area, beneath the intercity rails and floating height limits, is still cold and damp.

The road was cold and dark, with a halo of light.

The police drove slowly on the road, and countless neon lights covered the red and white steel surface, as if the colors were much brighter.

[Sakura Cross Street-Gang Contact Point [Temporary]]

"Stay in the car honestly, don't look around, and don't come out and show your face casually... I'm doing this for your own good."

Barry ripped off his seatbelt and left.

He refused the help of the gang members and personally took out the remaining loot from the back seat and threw it on the ground.

Members of the Xiaoding Gang wearing suits greeted him.

It probably took a few minutes.

Someone put two boxes with Plato's logo on them in the car and watched Barry leave respectfully.

[Item: Subdermal Armor Replenishing Solution]

[Manufacturer: Plato]

The environment is absolutely dangerous.

Everyone knows the extreme and perverted personalities of Japanese people, and appearing on the streets as ECPD managers can easily make young people who want to make a name for themselves act impulsively.

Barry felt a sense of ease as he walked through Sakura Crossing.

He was like a shepherd dog, wandering between black and white. Guns would miss his vital points from time to time, but he had become accustomed to it.

On the way back. Barry explained to John what he had just done.

This Plato subdermal armor replenisher is rarely purchased and is basically reserved for a certain type of high-spending group.

Barry opened up channels through authority relationships.

The money he just gave out was just to share the profit below, so that those who are actually doing it can also taste the benefits.

John can purchase through him in the future.

Each transaction has a certain discount, which is definitely more cost-effective than casting a net and collecting on the black market.

The key is stable supply.

There is definitely no need to pay this time. If you take it later, you will have to settle the account with Barry.

of course……

This is just a very small additional income for the Lieutenant Colonel of the Eden City Police Department.

"Where are you going back?"

"West End, Denny Street."

"Then I can only send you to the edge of the Borago Club. Going further inside would be a bit overstepping the bounds. My identity is a bit sensitive."

Barry put his sunglasses back on.

He walked through the drive-in restaurant, picked up an expensive cup of handmade coffee, and revealed the sports smart watch on his wrist when he paid.

"Look, you live a high-society life, why do you put so much effort into doing small cases?"

"Some kind of psychological adjustment, John."

Barry propped up his arms and controlled the steering wheel with one hand. From time to time, he would pick up coffee and soak it in his mouth.

"Do you know why I met you in person and took you on such a long trip?"

He asked rhetorically.

John waited expressionlessly.

Police cars pass through the city's elevated highway.

Through the car window glass, you can have a panoramic view of the richly layered landscape, as if flowing in the veins of Eden City.

Barry had looked into John's affairs.

"Some people say that conscience is worthless... This is not very accurate. If a young street boy talks about morality and bottom line, I will only laugh at him as a shark who overestimates his abilities."

"But it's different for people like you. John, you have already begun to take the road... After becoming famous, you can still occasionally follow your own conscience and do impulsive and reckless stupid things..."

"hehe."

Barry said and laughed. "That's different."

"I never hold myself hostage to moral standards."

John shook his head in denial. "No matter who asks me, I will never admit that I am a good person or think that I would hesitate to shoot someone."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood."

Barry had no intention of labeling John a good citizen.

The police car speeded down the road and drove into the back of the high-rise building. Even though the speed of the car was approaching the limit, it still could not completely escape from the shadow of the giant building.

"The longer I live in Eden City, the deeper I sink. It's like being digested by those buildings. Sometimes I can't help myself, and I'm terribly tired. The bad things I continue to experience make me farther and farther away from a person."

"Does this have anything to do with what you did?"

John asked sideways.

Wearing sunglasses, Barry's eyes cannot be seen clearly, but his angular jawline is curved with stubble.

"Doing stupid things can make me sober. It seems to slow down the speed of digestion."

"You just said that conscience is meaningless."

"It doesn't mean anything to the bright and beautiful people above their heads, but it is very important to ordinary people."

"You still need to care about ordinary people?"

"Why not, John, I haven't completely crossed the class divide, I'm just stuck in the middle, and I still clearly remember my place."

Barry hit the brakes.

The destination has arrived.

"The cooperation during the first meeting was very pleasant. I am satisfied with you. I will call you if I have other work in the future. Come when you are free. If you can still do things well, ECPD will open the back door for you."

Before leaving, Barry transferred money to John.

He said it was the stolen money from the truck, which was distributed according to the fighting situation in the factory.

[Side mission: Ordinary people (completed)]

[Reward: Subcutaneous Armor Replenishment Solution, Remuneration (Floating)]

The siren went away.

John carried the subcutaneous armor refill and walked directly into the Borago Club membership hall.

He didn't go to the Steel Forest to have fun, but to find the prosthetic doctor who performed skin grafting on him last time.

Rhian Randall's craftsmanship is indeed not bad.

But there are specialties in the art industry.

The Borago Club specializes in hosting celebrities. People who can afford the quarterly membership fee have image anxiety. Doctors who can cut and operate on the skin of this group of people...

At least the aesthetic aspect is top notch.

Barry was very happy to give the money. After all, it was stolen money, and he would not feel too distressed if he gave it out quickly enough.

John also spent money without restraint.

He chose the most expensive package he could afford, and enjoyed full-body artificial leather toning and subcutaneous armor adjustments.

There is also great marketing pressure on surgeons.

Keep encouraging him to add more money, change the skin to wheat color, or add a little animal elements, such as leopard print and fluff, which are said to be very popular among the upper class.

John decisively refused and brought out Mr. Vito's name to shut up the chattering doctor.

It's not entirely his fault.

The Black Gold Gang has a very wide coverage, and is divided into several different business directions internally. It uses a large number of corporate management models, which will put a lot of sales pressure on front-line workers.

John felt fine last time.

There should be adjustments within the gang - the skeletal faction is gradually gaining real power and slowly taking over the business on the street.

The surgery went fairly well.

The surgeon showed professionalism after concentrating on his work, and also expressed concerns about John's physical condition.

The plates holding miscellaneous items were full.

These are discarded bullet casings and tissue-embedded deposits taken from the sandwich under John's skin, as well as damaged muscle bundles and the chemical fiber layer of the bulletproof jacket.

"You don't love yourself enough."

The surgeon in charge gave a very fair evaluation.

Instead of using the supplies provided by the club, John used the subcutaneous armor replenishing liquid he brought, which saved a lot of money in disguise. He also took advantage of the situation and saved the remaining part in his own name. If he needs to adjust it later, he can still refill it. transfer.

His problems have been dealt with, but the troubles in life have not been solved at all.

After all, my pocket is bottomed out again, where will the money come from?

John walked out of the door of Borago Club and looked back at the turbulent flow of people outside the large shopping mall and the huge posters promoting the boxing event.

A name immediately came to mind.

[Contact person-Makao [unread message]]

[Oh my god, did I read the caller correctly? Various stories about you are being spread on the street, and each time they are more outrageous. Now many people think that you have actually died long ago. 】

[Come to me at the boxing gym. Everyone misses you. I will arrange the boxing match for you. You can talk about it first. 】

John was walking on the escalator with a smile on his face. As soon as he finished replying to the message, he received a phone request.

[Contact-Angelica [Voice call]]

The Tipsy Bikini and Bandage Boxing Gyms were on opposite sides. Macao must have told Angelica about his coming.

John answered the phone and before he spoke, he heard the girl opposite speaking in a low voice.

[John, I need you. 】

(End of this chapter)