My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 124 Chapter 124: It can all be business

[Mission target update]

[Talk to Longchuan Ze. (unacommpolished)】

"Are you still working for the Black Gold Gang? Fake Squid, John, do you know what the situation is like on the streets now."

"uh-huh."

John pursed his lips and patted the motorcycle. "I didn't know it at first, but your people explained it clearly to me, and the way you greeted me was pretty exciting."

"It was you who fucking killed this person. Where do you think this is?"

Long Chuanze's eyes were like daggers, his voice was hoarse and oppressive, and the densely packed Xiaomachi Gang members behind him raised their guns at the same time.

"You can't expect me to be nice and angry when you put a knife on my neck... Fake Squid, Bichi, if you have the guts, shoot. Let's compete to see who gets the bigger cut."

John met his gaze without any fear.

The sound of clogs came from the street.

"It's difficult to learn to control the world based on your immature illusions, but it doesn't matter, young people can always enjoy privileges."

Fushimi Takeo was still wearing a kimono, with a broad back and a face full of scars without hair or eyebrows.

"I have noticed your transformation, John. Weakness has become powerful nourishment under the tempering of death."

John felt that the tense atmosphere had eased, and he tried to make a joke again. "It would be a more interesting topic if you would teach me how to brainwash women."

"Middlemen and bums can't protect you."

John always felt like it was reminding him to pay attention to his words.

Missions pop up with new goals.

[Name: Fushimi Takeo]

[File: Senior cadre of the Xiao Town Gang, leader of the Xia Ming Group, managing the order of the Sakura Cross Street shops...]

"...A mouth can't be harder than a knife."

John interrupted suddenly. "You are the second-in-command of Tetsuya's group. Why do you care about the people of Xia Ming's group? I don't understand gangs. Isn't that considered overstepping the bounds?"

"Mr. John, we meet again."

"Mr. John, I don't know who your employer is, but would you like to add a little more content to the search for Katsuhisa Sato?"

The sound of the car door opening and closing sounded again.

"It's great. We finally have a chance to talk about work."

John looked sideways and saw a group of Xiao Town gangsters bowing respectfully again, which was even more grand than Longchuan Zao's.

"I don't expect to go away all right, but I will make you regret stepping out of that iron car."

He is no longer the street kid he was when he was just starting out. At this time, he has one foot on the ground and has even rehearsed Sian Westan's path in his mind.

"Just wait a moment."

"...What on earth are you here for?"

Long Chuanzao's prosthetic eyes flickered on his cloudy face.

John replied decisively.

John suddenly found the joke uninteresting.

Long Chuanzao looked at John, shook his head and said.

Fushimi Takeo put his hands in his sleeves, shook his head and said.

Long Chuanze frowned.

John muttered, but his heart sank. Only the disabled Long Chuanzao was still a little confident, and with this person in mind, it might be difficult to leave alive today.

"Quote."

It's impossible for the motorcycle killer to appear by chance. This unlucky guy named Sato is probably in trouble too.

"It's really stupid. I have a lot of acquaintances."

"Katsuhisa Sato is from Xia Ming's group. What happened? I have a job and I need to talk to him."

Long Chuanze's eyes were cold, and he pulled out a short knife, which was the skinning torture instrument he specially used for interrogation.

It’s hard to imagine that such a man would be listening to the weather report while resting his head on a woman’s lap.

[Leave the scene alive. (unacommpolished)】

John keenly caught the change in the other person's expression.

He asked the doubts in his heart.

"I get hairy when I hear you talk."

"Katsuhisa Sato, I just want to have a chat with him."

Fushimi Takeo and Nagasawa nodded to each other, and the latter put away his knife and returned to the armored vehicle.

Another tall figure wearing a kimono appeared.

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a transfer.

“The price is reasonable.”

"It's just a 20% deposit in advance, and the naginata under my crotch is also part of the reward... How about it, are you satisfied?"

"What is the mission content?"

John wanted more information.

Fushimi Takeo is the leader of the Xia Ming Group, and recently a conflict broke out on the street with the Black Gold Gang.

Katsuhisa Sato is ordered to attack a gang of black gold gangs.

According to the latest news, he turned into a cyberpsychopath, hacked to death many people regardless of friend or foe, escaped from the ECPD, and took away important information.

"Cowardice is a fatal flaw. Mr. John, I hope you will bring back this madman's prosthetic eyes. From the perspective of the person in charge of Xia Ming's team, I have to give an explanation to the team members."

Fushimi Takeo nodded seriously.

He took his palm out of his kimono sleeve and waved it, and the gang killers who were waiting around him immediately lowered their guns.

Fushimi Takeo left.

The armored vehicle with the Owl Town Gang logo drove away.

There were more than a dozen motorcycle escorts, all of whom were well-trained assassins, who should have been uniformly raised by Faqi Industry.

[Mission target update]

[Get Katsuhisa Sato's prosthetic eye. (unacommpolished)】

John breathed a sigh of relief.

Fushimi Takeo did not leave any contact information, but only transferred the reward and mission information through a disposable account.

John made loud noises on his motorcycle and left the scene.

The Naginata motorcycle has a very special status within the power of the Owl Town Gang.

Almost a special model for official gang members.

Even if it leaves the confines of Sakura Crossing, some mercenaries and company executives will drive it as a trophy. When speeding on the streets, it will serve as a symbol of showoff and power.

The night gradually thickens.

Holographic projections and the smell of corruption are rising, and neon signs are scattered all over the wet road.

John twists and turns in the traffic, feeling the driving experience that Faqi industrial designers want to convey.

Every naginata rider is used to small leaps.

On the one hand, it is because of the poor terrain of Sakura Cross Street.

On the other hand, there are speed collectors and shock absorbers unique to the motorcycle itself, which allow the driver to perform more complex and dangerous stunts.

Because of this feature, Naginata once dominated the mid-range motorcycle market in Eden City and became the most popular style for many street stars.

buzzing-

John followed the address and came to the edge of Sakura Cross Street.

It's a real place for gang fights under the interborough bridge.

The deserted road is surrounded by abandoned construction sites and spacious flood ditches, and the cement walls are covered with countless stacks of spray paint and gunfire seals.

The smell of blood has spread far away.

ECPD patrol drones floated overhead, and rolling electronic cordons blocked both sides of the road.

Two police cars were still flashing.

After the corpse collection truck was full, it started to make the round trip.

The policemen on duty were left standing under the searchlights, expertly handling the scene of gang fights, pointing their pens at the white outlines of human figures, like a group of artists talking nonsense around a nude model.

Dirty and dirty topics.

A tired and lazy expression.

There are also low-sugar coffees placed haphazardly on the clutter.

The drone detected John's approach and immediately projected a red no-passage box on the ground, and the loudspeaker automatically played bluff legal texts.

The cops noticed John.

They subconsciously put their hands on their guns, turned around, frowned, and began to report the situation on their walkie-talkies.

John needs to survey the site.

But he didn't want to cause trouble, so he sent Barry a message.

five minutes later.

A higher-ranking police officer walked out of the police car, pressed the horn to attract the attention of other police officers, stretched out his hand to make a gesture, and then poked his head out to glance at the area where John was. He just glanced over expressionlessly, then returned to the driver's seat and raised the window. The reconnaissance drone above his head also turned on the green light.

[Inspect the scene and look for clues. (unacommpolished)】

John rode to the place where the smell of blood was strongest.

There is a dead end between the overpass and the cracked concrete road.

It was probably the interrupted political performance of a certain city councilor, or a failed sponsorship scam.

At this time, there was blood and corpses everywhere.

The cleaning truck hasn't come in yet.

The blood and gravel were mixed, and traces of a very fierce battle could also be seen.

A progress bar flashed before John's eyes.

Messiah's prosthetic eye automatically analyzed the scene and saw gang members dismembered and blown to pieces.

There are people from the Xiaoding Gang and the Black Gold Gang.

Most of them died miserably.

[Check the gravel. (unacommpolished)】

John followed the prompt information and looked towards the end of the road - various pieces of meat and implant remains were gathered by bulldozers, and sprinkled with deodorizing and degrading powder like garbage.

"...Fake."

John frowned, endured the strange smell and stepped forward. After walking around the obstacle, he saw a row of body bags.

Why install it separately?
Confused, he stepped forward and pulled one of them open, only to find a blood-stained implant inside.

Check out the other ones...

They were filled with weapons and guns, as well as gold used by members of the Black Gold Gang for decoration.

Apparently they were all ripped from corpses.

Click.

The sound of loading sounded in the distance.

Several police officers pointed their guns at John. The police officer who was sitting in the car also walked up to John at some point and calmly picked up the coffee towards John.

He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his alloy prosthetic body, hanging loosely around his waist, and squinted at John over his sunglasses.

The other party said in a warning tone.

"You've crossed a line, man."

"I thought Barry said hi."

John moved the patron out.

The police officer showed a gritted smile.

"Fake Squid...he ate so much that he wanted you to share the remaining soup with us? It's a bit too much."

"I thought he had a higher police rank than you."

"Indeed."

The leading police officer frowned, but was full of dissatisfaction. After sighing, he motioned for the police officers to put down their guns.

He changed his tone to a softer tone.

"We also need to communicate, brother. Barry is not the director. He can't go too far."

The surrounding police officers also looked bad.

It's not John's first day out.

He knew Barry's style and it was impossible to let the people who did the dirty work under him go hungry.

That means that the leader of this group of people is not Barry, and they are jealous of other black police officers who follow Barry.

John spat tentatively.

"I understand that, really, the salary that has been withheld has to be replenished through this gray way, and there is no way to support the family, but I didn't expect that on this road, I would be exploited at all levels by the boss..."

"Ha...fuck you."

The police officer thought that John was deliberately poking the sore spot, so he broke the guard on the spot and started to smell something sweet.

Others were gritting their teeth.

Patrol drones were moved further afield.

The night is dark and windy, which is perfect for discussing some private topics.

John asked, raising his head.

"Have you ever been robbed?"

"……What do you mean?"

The policemen were all a little confused and had a bad feeling in their hearts.

John silently picked up the helmet scattered next to him. After putting it on, he adjusted the high-end cooling leather jacket on his body and pointed to the original factory-equipped Naginata in the distance...

"You go back and report to the boss. He said that there was a middle-level manager of the Xia Ming Group among the corpses. The matter of stealing the prosthetic body was exposed. He was attacked by the Xiao Town Gang and everything was taken away."

"...Shet, what the hell are you talking about..."

The police officers were furious when they heard this.

But the guy wearing sunglasses raised his hand to stop his colleague, and there seemed to be some heartbeat in his furrowed brows.

Someone next to me whispered to dissuade him.

"Don't make a mess."

"He doesn't know anyone, so he can't be trusted."

"It's just Barry's trap."

……

The man in sunglasses listened to every sentence, crossed his arms and retorted.

"Nearly sixty fucking people died in this fire. Who didn't feel excited when we were filling the bags? If it works, it will be equivalent to half a year's performance bonus and perfect attendance...I mean everyone."

It became quiet under the overpass.

A company float truck drove over in the distance, and the searchlights scanned the frowning faces.

John didn't listen to their discussion at all.

After he made the suggestion, he started looking in the weapons bag and finally spotted a gun.

[Weapon: Nova [Kinetic Energy Rifle]]

[Module: Advanced penetration, burning ammunition]

[Description: Designed by Faqi Military Industrial Group, the most reliable and efficient firepower in street fighting. The original owner considered himself a rising star in the gang and decided to use the money he had saved to invest in an expensive weapon. 】

The silver gun body is equipped with a scope and upgraded grip.

The chips are also carefully selected.

John plundered some magazines from the bag and pocketed the handy one.

Use the kinetic short cannon [Widow] at close range.

Use the submachine gun [Speedrunner] when driving in close combat.

Coupled with the rifle named [New Star], the firepower at different distances is completed.

John finished arranging himself and stood up.

The police officer wearing sunglasses also stood in front of him and asked.

"How much do you want?"

This guy didn't know John and thought he was following Barry. Besides, he was doing gray business tonight, so he couldn't use the law enforcement recorder and police scanning device, right?
John patted the gun in his hand.

"This is enough."

"Fake, do you really want to do this?"

The police officer instead became suspicious.

Generosity will only appear hypocritical and unreliable in such tense negotiations.

But they were soon relieved.

In order to make the story more realistic, John used the weapons he picked up to inflict some skin injuries on several of the gangsters. With the support of experimental-grade alloy skeletons and several combat chips, everyone present had varying degrees of fractures and sprains.

"This will at least get you paid leave, right? Just so you have time to deal with the stolen goods."

"...Hiss, damn, that's only half salary!"

The cops leaned together, two of them were knocked unconscious, and the rest endured the severe pain and complained.

"When the money arrives, do you still care about half salary?"

John was noncommittal.

He tied the loot to a heavy object and threw it into the water, leaving the group to find their own time to salvage it.

John crouched in front of the man wearing sunglasses.

He deliberately kept his hand and asked.

"I'm looking for a small leader of the Owl Town Gang named Katsuhisa Sato. Do you know the specific situation? Where are the surviving gangsters?"

"...and ran away before the special operations team came."

The clever cop began to share information, which was very detailed. He even used his own account to retrieve surveillance footage from the time of the incident, treating it as a thank you payment to John.

(End of this chapter)