My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 131 Chapter 131: Bone Blast’s Invitation

John thought the doctor was worried about cyberpsychosis.

Rian shook his head.

He took off his rubber gloves and stood in front of the metal sink to wash. Through the reflection of the tiles, he could vaguely see John pacing in the clinic.

The doctor grumbled.

"You are light on your feet, right? Young people are good. There are so many firsts that can be exciting, but sooner or later you will get used to it, and removing the prosthesis will be as common as changing a magazine."

Rian looked a little tired.

He announced that the clinic was closed for the day and changed into a lazy posture and lay down on the chair.

John is still studying the lines of his legs in the mirror - the muscle bundles have made him stronger and more symmetrical.

"Move your ass and stop blocking the fucking screen."

Ryan thought he finally understood the dangers of the streets.

John paused only briefly.

"It's not that fun."

"That's why I want to replace myself with an awesome prosthetic body. Doctor, I didn't take this path to become a bullshit big shot. I just want to have the right to choose and refuse when bad things happen."

John was just busy checking out.

It seemed like there was a personal butler following me all the way from downstairs to give a report.

The fees are all clearly marked in the list, and as a regular customer, you know this very well.

He accepted the invitation and moved on.

"Young people are always blindly optimistic. In fact, no matter how high you climb, you still can't help yourself."

[Equipment: Intelligent Building Manager]

John suddenly stopped.

Ryan held up the bottle.

[Butler Briefing Communication Request/Confirmation]

He continued.

As soon as he lifted his feet to leave, a voice request popped up in front of him.

Ryan's face changed color in the reflection of the movie screen.

John was fully dressed and did not continue to refute.

Mercenaries and gangsters are the same. When they make a name for themselves, they are also entangled in various relationships - the food and clothing of the team, the face of the middleman, dignity and blood feud, territory and interests...

[Eden City-No. 013 Denny Street]

Eden City sees countless new faces emerge every year.

The amber wine is slightly shimmering.

"It's easy for people to lose themselves with prosthetic bodies, have you experienced it? Their power is overwhelming, their senses are sharp...the same kind suddenly becomes fragile."

He might be laughing at John's youth and arrogance in his heart, or it might be that some memories were brought back to him.

John gets dressed in front of the mirror. "In my eyes, this city still looks fucked up. It's better to be strong than weak. Only those with strong fists are qualified to speak, right?"

Lian poured wine into his mouth and said with a hint of disgust.

The doctor's sneer turned to silence.

"Good luck to you, John, good luck..."

The electronic announcement continued to sound in my head.

[The product push has been integrated and sent to your email. It has been detected that you have vehicle maintenance services. You can bind the vehicle system through settings to obtain customized services...]

The waiter at the front desk scanned his biometric information, matched it with the guest list, and started broadcasting.

John walked into the empty elevator, and the sound was automatically transferred to the car's speaker and kept playing in sync. When he arrived at his floor, he received the request again.

“There’s always something hard to say no to on the streets.”

John walked into the lobby below the apartment.

The front desk robot is connected to the Internet, and any disturbance in the firewall will alert the company's network security department.

"you're right."

"Welcome back, Mr. John, there is no express message or visitor registration while you are away, but you have two electronic messages for you to listen to..."

He spoke in a low voice, as if talking to himself.

The waitress at the front desk of the apartment was replaced by a humanoid machine, wearing a neatly pressed short skirt uniform, with a metal visor on her cheek, and a built-in system connected to the entire building.

Because of the visitor privacy agreement and black light, it cannot jump directly, otherwise the sound can be transferred to the room and continue to play...

[Manufacturer: Jingkrypton Heavy Industry]

"Why are prosthetics implanted in the first place? Ah~ everyone will gradually forget the answer. I have seen it many times, including among the patients in the clinic. From the beginning, I was forced to have no choice but to gradually enjoy it..."

The voice assistant changed to a gentle voice.

[During your absence, the account bound to the apartment has changed, and the username [Black Gold Gang W2] will no longer pay rent and ancillary packages. Please bind a new account or pre-deposit, if necessary...]

John just took off his clothes and went into the bathroom.

He activated the panel with a wave of his hand.

Warm water mist poured down.

John closed his eyes and felt the fatigue that penetrated into his bones. He stood in the water for a long time before starting to clean the blood.

He recalled the voice message he just heard and woke up the smart butler.

[Have a nice day, sir. 】

"Query account information."

[Loading, casting screen...]

Mechanical sounds sounded in the bathroom.

The water mist on the sliding glass door disappears, and the room system and various information emerge.

John's prosthetic eyes flashed.

The interface keeps switching accordingly.

The room system has been black-light scanned, so it can jump through the Atlanta virtual network and be controlled with consciousness, without having to slide your foam-covered hands on the glass.

Payment account changes?

This new apartment can be traced back to the attack by the Internet surveillance agents. John returned to Denny Street and went to the Owl Town Gang's territory to snatch back the driver and goods, so that Mr. Vito would not be humiliated by the bones.

He was later given a room authorization card.

I had never considered the rent and packages, but now I found out after checking that they were all directly debited from an account called [Black Gold Gang W2].

Apartment No. 013 on Denny Street is only for rent, not for sale.

It is an improved apartment. If you go higher up, you will only find luxury houses and independent villas.

Living in this apartment is very comfortable, clean and comfortable, and the workshop has just been renovated...

John had no plans to move, so he bound his account and paid the rent.

The length of the bill amount was a little scary.

Including vehicle maintenance packages, mandatory insurance, program subscriptions and energy consumption expenses...

"It really hurts."

John felt the cost of being a big shot.

It's not a big problem.

John's missions became more and more dangerous, and he earned more and more money. It was more than enough to meet the periodic expenses, and there was even a sum of money left to buy a large transport drone.

After all, the landfill has been re-opened and the captain and transportation protocols must be re-established sooner rather than later.

If the cabinet doesn’t give the message…

All he could do was find another corporate transport plane.

When this thought came up, John couldn't help but laugh - what the doctor said did make sense. As one becomes more capable, one's mentality will inevitably become arrogant.

After John paid the money, something suddenly occurred to him.

Where is his Ethan Berg Silver Rider?
Mr. Vito originally said that the car would be towed for repairs, but why is there no news yet?

The system interface is still flashing.

John flipped through it casually and found that the account that had helped him pay the rent had been canceled. What was even more outrageous was that the lease guarantor had also been changed.

Replaced from Mr. Vito to...

【Ethan Rutledge】

"Bone?"

John frowned.

The sound of gurgling water in the shower stopped abruptly.

John wiped himself, took the gray tank top out of the dryer and put it on himself.

There are two voice messages.

What caught his eye was Gu Bianzhi's name, and the content was roughly asking John to contact him after he returned to the apartment.

John was operating the beverage machine and making a phone call at the same time. It would be most convenient to directly ask the person involved.

[Contact-Ethan Rutledge[Voice call]]

This guy's profile picture is framed by a skin tattoo, and the microphone logo ripples with the electronic ringtone, which is connected one second before hanging up.

【explain. 】

"Ah? Mr. Rutledge, it was you who left a message for me to call." John picked up the coffee and sat on the sofa.

There was laughter from the other side of the phone.

[I warned you, John, that there will be turmoil in the West End. The business I took over also includes house rentals. I believe you have also noticed some changes. 】

"Oh, stop it. I'm not interested in your power struggle at all. I just don't like hanging around next to me."

[John, you live in the territory of the Black Gold Gang. 】

"Why are you calling me if you really want to force me to move out? I really don't have the time to play guessing games right now. I can just say what I want to do."

John made his position clear.

"I'm a mercenary, so there's no problem taking on jobs, but the content and price have to be what I like."

【Choose and choose? 】

"Then don't hire me. We can just maintain the relationship between landlord and tenant. If we get any closer, both of us will feel disgusted."

John knew a gang war had begun.

Both street lone wolves and famous teams have been recruited by major companies and gangs, and the black gold gang will definitely need a large number of mercenaries.

Eden City is now full of jobs.

Guzhidao smiled and was silent for a moment, and then continued to speak as if he had changed rooms.

[I am a businessman and want to make an investment. Besides, I have your sports car...]

"...Fake Squid."

John wasn't furious, but he just felt disgusted with being entangled by a pervert.

"Do you know what happened to the last person who touched my car?"

[Why are you nervous? I don’t like Yinqi 577. The car scrapping factories under Vito are all poor boys with insufficient vision and taste. I arranged for someone to upgrade it and install accessories and programs that are not available on the market. 】

"Is this part of the investment?"

John felt that Gu Zhu was about to start talking business.

[I have plenty of money and resources, but you also have to show a professional attitude and ability. 】

"Did I agree to cooperate?"

[This matter is related to Vito Russell. There will be a banquet in the West End at the end of the month. The address is on the member floor of the Borago Club. Contact me then. 】

Bones said coldly.

[This is Vito Russell’s retirement party. 】

John narrowed his eyes and asked.

"You want me to kill Vito?"

[Oh, if I say yes, will you agree? 】

"Bullets tend to misfire and deflect."

[I thought you had finally matured. Forget it. Remember to set aside time to participate. We will discuss the specific transaction when the time comes. In addition, I advise you to keep the content of this call confidential. 】

"What else?"

John frowned and retorted.

[The retirement banquet is a power struggle. You don’t understand high-level politics and competition for interests, and I’m too lazy to explain. 】

Bones rarely unleashes the ferocity of a gang leader, more like a calculating businessman.

The call is over.

The empty glass was placed on the coffee table.

John walked to the glass window with his pocket in his pocket and looked at the tall buildings under the pale sunlight.

It's indeed messier than before.

Assassinations and frontal attacks happen at any time, and explosions can be heard even during the day, the lingering sound of sirens floating over the city, and the faint sound of gunshots...

John called Vito.

However, there was no response to the call or message. Gilead did answer the phone, but he said that he had not seen Mr. Vito for a long time.

There is still some time until the end of the month.

John still had plenty of time to think about it.

He has a good impression of Mr. Vito, who plays the role of "godfather" in the gang.

The wrist is sometimes soft and sometimes hard.

John received help and guidance from Vito.

There are no major personal debts between the two parties.

But John accepted the goodwill from the big guys in the Black and Gold Gang during his young boy stage.

Always want to give something back.

Maybe Vito doesn't need it.

But that's what John thought.

John put things on hold.

Another message is about the cabinet:
The unmanned transport aircraft that John ordered has been secured, and he went to the store to pay the balance in his free time.

The message is processed.

John lay down on the unfamiliar yet familiar big bed. His irregular routine caused his heart to beat a little faster. Fatigue leaked out from the seams in his bones, and his will soon broke.

It was a fairly comfortable sleep.

John fell asleep several times and controlled himself to get up and work at dawn.

[Eden City-Youtong Street Underpass]

Bridge piers and cement pavement stretch overhead, blocking out sunlight and hope for life.

Oil drums are burning.

The remaining material crackled.

John had just crossed the clearing when he saw:

A body hangs in the air next to the homeless people's makeshift shelter.

The body swayed in the wind.

There was evidence of gambling scattered around, and it seemed that this guy was unlucky - he failed to make a comeback from a desperate situation and sent himself to hell.

Death can wait, but it will never lose.

The aborigines passed by indifferently, and no one who could take root here would be a good person in the popular sense.

The number of barrels seems to be increasing.

There are more and more unfamiliar faces on the streets, and the flow of people and residential density in industrial areas are increasing.

There is always uneasiness in the air.

John's modified legs were light and easy to move, and he often startled those who passed him when he turned.

He noticed renovations going on around him.

It seems that more illegal businesses are gathering here, and there are an endless stream of dangerous elements and gang members. It is expected to develop into a new underground commercial street.

[Scan detected, no signs of hacking. 】

The sound of the lock bolt being retracted came from the rolling shutter door.

John bent down and lifted it up, and a pair of leather pants appeared in his field of vision from bottom to top. Suddenly...

boom!
There was a loud noise diagonally above him.

"Fake!"

John subconsciously activated Sianwistan.

The cabinet froze in place.

He held the party gift tube in his hand, and colorful notes slowly scattered from the two people's heads.

The scare boxes on the tabletop and feet jumped.

The mean paradise clown writhed on the spring, and the box cover flew off the cupboard head.

He didn't move.

John pressed a gun against his chin.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

The cupboard blew an unpleasant whistle to break the ice and gently pushed the gun aside with his hand.

"surprise?"

He was a little impatient.

"It seems that your life has been quite dangerous recently. With such a big reaction... you can't be suffering from PTSD."

"Fake Squid, you should be lucky that my fingers are steady enough."

John breathed a sigh of relief and put the widow away.

The cupboard smiled and picked up the e-cigarette.

"I also heard some rumors, but seeing you alive with my own eyes still doesn't feel the same."

He looked at John's new parts.

"Ah, you have become a big shot too."

(End of this chapter)