My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 132 132: Edward and Scissors
The cabinets have a bad personality.

Like most people on the street, he is flamboyant and out-of-the-box, describing freedom in a narrow space.

John got along very easily with him, and occasionally he felt a bit reliable and surprised.

Although it almost killed someone.

But neither of them took it to heart.

John came today to pay the deposit and consult the business. Black Spider has resumed work. He needs an unmanned transport aircraft to transport the route.

The cabinet said that the goods had been obtained and were on the way to be transshipped - Barry had used ECPD channels to smuggle them from other places.

"I don't know the purpose, but the price is not cheap."

Cabinets go out of their way to explain clearly.

After John paid the deposit, he looked at the balance - several expenses in succession gave him a slight sense of urgency, and he still had to continue looking for work.

John was noncommittal.

The style of clothing in the cyberpunk era focuses on freedom, but it is difficult to form a trend that spans all classes.

"Barry's identity allows him to protect himself. You are a lone wolf and you can easily get yourself killed if you act emotionally."

The cupboard reminds John not to follow his bad example.

He is the only person in the Eden City Police Department who earned the title of lieutenant colonel by solving problems without relying on capital.

With the rapid development of materials science and the penetration of military equipment into the civilian market, the equipment on corpses has become more and more valuable, and a black market industry chain has been formed.

At first, people used exaggerated decoration to represent the determination to resist corporate control and control their own destiny.

"I want to get some new clothes, something special."

There are indeed some opportunities for second-hand cabinet dealers.

Weird exaggeration and practical low-key intertwined.

High-end military customization is in the hands of the company.

In the cyber era, people can be judged by their appearance.

Clothing stores are everywhere in Eden City.

Nowadays, clothes with bright and winking colors have become the stereotype of gangsters who do ruthless things.

The cabinet said there are two ways.

Styles including kitsch spread on the streets, gradually changing over time and becoming stereotypes.

"You and Barry get along very well. To be honest, I've never seen him speak so highly of anyone."

If you pay attention to fashion TV programs, or go into a luxury brand clothing store and listen to the beeping shopping guide, you can sum up the city's outfits in four words...

"Which one do you want?"

From the stalls in underground shopping malls to the fashion brands in the city core square, each design style corresponds to the development of the times and social style.

"I really don't like others to think of me as a good person. This word sounds harsher than a curse word."

The clothing industry has also been monopolized and destroyed by companies, but with the development of the "clothing recycling" business, it is difficult to be completely controlled by capital.

You can see old-school traditional outfits in the city, and you can also see macho men wearing flashy upper bodies and only underwear underneath.

But it’s always easier to spend money on it.

The cabinet also got to know him during the process of selling stolen goods.

Tight leather pants paired with colorful hairstyles always remind people of girls who are forced to sell their bodies to make a living.

"Think about it carefully, maybe... you are on the same channel with Barry just because you have a little human touch?"

The cabinet doesn't want to talk nonsense.

The cupboard whistled after receiving the money.

John took off his leather jacket and showed him the broken cooling tank on the back. He wanted a jacket that could reduce the cooling time of Si'an Westan.

If you rob it from the city like last time, it will easily cause unnecessary trouble. If the network supervisor catches you, the various motives will be difficult to explain.

such as:

John's mind drifted to Euros and Kuang Xin.

Barry is flexible in doing things and his moral standards are questionable. Both black and white have to give him some face.

Kitsch, entropy increase, new military power and new kitsch.

People collect clothes everywhere in the streets and alleys, collect and dismantle them through various channels, clean them and sell them again, or dismantle them into raw materials and reassemble them.

John changed the subject.

All kinds of calculations and troubles followed, and finally I shook my head and listened to the second plan.

The term fashion...

If the upstream channels are strong enough, finding a company to calculate the data and then tailor-made is the best choice.

Ordinary citizens and the privileged class each play their own game.

Cupboard knows John likes good stuff.

He had burned all the high-quality leather jackets from Faqi Industries, and he probably couldn't afford to buy second-hand goods from a roadside stall.

Cabinet introduces a gear customizer.

"They are two brothers, Edward and Scissors. Their personalities are a bit... well, difficult to get along with, but their business abilities are absolutely fine."

The cupboard went out of its way to remind John.

"They have two options. You want Edward's handmade custom model. Trust me, you will never regret it!"

[Mission: Deflated Skin]

[Reward: Customized Equipment [Unknown]]

Alloy RCH made a buzzing sound.

The motorcycle slid into the gap between high-rise buildings, and then jumped out of the shadows into the pale and hot sunlight.

[Mission target update]

[Go to 536 Bignam Avenue. (unacommpolished)】

John passed by the Nocturne Bar and remembered the time when he first debuted - following the mission prompts to kidnap the rock singer.

Eden City has a very fast metabolism.

John was not well-informed at the time and had not paid attention to the follow-up. When he came to his senses, the Maddox Gang had completely disappeared.

No need to think about it...

It must have been Eden and Haven.

Bignam Street is very long, connecting the downtown area and the suburbs. Beyond the radiation range of public transportation, you can see the connected buildings, factories and low-cost apartments soaked in industrial waste and wasteland dust.

Eden City is like a luxury cruise ship.

These apartments and the residents living in them are like being dragged behind a cruise ship, floating up and down in the waves of neon, with no one caring about their mental health and living conditions.

Edward lived there.

The black tires rolled up the steps and stopped under the red brick wall.

The neighborhood is crowded with criminals and homeless people, and many men and women who have lost their jobs lean on the steps.

Wooden boards are worn and peeling.

They were holding prosthetic limbs, unshaven beards, and carrying bottles of wine in their hands - spending time irritably, feeling anxious due to internal friction, and even their eyes became fierce.

There is an open space between the buildings.

Construction materials and discarded furniture were piled on the loess and weeds.

Several children gathered around the old sofa.

They were attracted by the sound of the motorcycle's engine, and were afraid of John's leather jacket of the Owl Town Gang.

The red brick building is studded with open-air staircases. It creaks as you walk up, the aisles and walls are covered in graffiti and advertisements, and the rock noise gets louder the closer you get to the corresponding floor.

That damn stereo is twitching.

It seems to be dancing with the whole building.

[Eden City-Bignan Street [No. 536]]

There was already a man standing at Edward's door. ,
The guy was wearing a striped shirt and a big brown back, and he banged the metal door with a stick on his waist.

"...Fuck, Edward, turn off that damn music...Hey, are you on drugs again?"

He kept swearing.

"Stimulants will completely destroy you... Damn it, answer me, do you hear me?"

There was a clanging sound in the apartment.

Then a wine bottle exploded through the door panel.

"Get away, I'm not in the mood right now."

The person inside the room responded.

"Damn it!"

The man in the shirt raised his leg and kicked it hard, leaving footprints on the metal sliding door.

John's eyes switched between him and the house number.

"Edward lives here?"

"Yeah...are you here to complain about the noise? Sorry, man, I'll take care of it...please understand, he's a little stressed."

"Then I've found the right place."

John glanced at the man in the shirt. "I'm here to customize equipment. I heard that he has a brother and partner nicknamed Scissors..."

"Uh, it's me."

The man in the shirt nodded with a wry smile, looking a little tired, and raised his hand to rub the dark brown back of his head.

He turned around and leaned against the railing of the corridor.

The forearm muscles are well-proportioned and strong, and the jaw line is strong. He really has the style of a fashion designer.

[Mission target update]

[Talk to Scissors. (unacommpolished)】

"What's going on now, brotherly conflict?"

"That's right, I'm already working alone, and he's still making equipment for mercenaries and gang members." He simply said and handed over his business card. "Langmei Clothing Store, on the commercial street opposite the Nocturne Bar."

"It looks like you're doing better than Edward."

"Heh, lucky shit."

Scissors glanced at John and tilted his head to indicate the room.

He said that Edward had recently gotten into trouble with a local gang, and he wanted to come over to see his good brother, hoping to help him get back on his feet.

"But you also saw it. This idiot locked himself in a room and took drugs and alcohol. Damn it..."

"Everyone has bad days."

John echoed.

He knew it was Cuban cigarettes by the smell.

Nicotine mixed with tar entered the lungs, and the corridor was filled with smoke.

John also wanted to light a cigarette, but found that he had left something at home.

The scissors were handed over one by one.

He lit the cigarette with an antique fold-out match - the white phosphorus sparked a flame, and the incense of burning wood penetrated the tip of his nose, and the smell of a street artist came up instantly.

Scissors takes up the topic of custom gear.

"You want to buy some clothes?"

"As long as the stuff is good enough, I can afford it."

"uh-huh?"

Scissors followed John's gaze and stuck his head out of the railing, and saw the Ethan Berg RCH parked on the street.

"Okay, I believe it."

"Are you also a designer? Are you willing to take orders? I heard that you have hand-customized packages."

John took the initiative to bring it up.

Scissors did not answer, but refused with lonely eyes.

“I haven’t made hand-designed equipment for a long time.”

"why?"

"Just like everyone else, every time you make something good, pirated and counterfeit products will appear immediately. The software only takes two hours to generate thousands of similar combinations..."

Something was knocked over in the room.

Edward opened the door forcefully.

He was unshaven, his hair was disheveled, and there was blood on his face, as if he had been beaten in a corner.

Edward cursed with trembling lips.

"You...you cowardly bitch, get as far away as possible with your excuses to escape...as long as you are still using algorithms to design, I will never work in your shop!"

John put up his hands and moved away from the fighting area.

Scissors narrowed his eyes and took two puffs of cigarette. Faced with the abuse, he just listened silently.

"Your cheeks are spasming."

he said with a frown.

Edward was cursing vigorously, and he froze before even taking a deep breath. He subconsciously raised his hand to press his cheek.

"Cyber ​​psychosis...muscle loss, huh?"

Two eyes focused on John.

He shrugged. "I've seen it a lot recently. Your symptoms should be in the early stages. Remove the excess prosthesis and take inhibitors regularly to relieve the symptoms."

"Come with me to the store to choose, young man, this guy can no longer make equipment for you."

Scissors suggested.

"Don't listen to this coward's nonsense. If you want good equipment, come with me. A coward will never have a chance to get ahead in Eden City."

Edward sternly retorted, motioning for John to come in and talk in detail.

[Mission target update]

[Look for Edward to customize. (optional)]

[Look for scissors to buy. (optional)]

John hesitated for a moment, remembered the warning from the cupboard, and walked into the apartment that was bombarded by rock noise.

"Aha, look."

Edward said to the scissors showily.

He slammed the door and pushed it open suddenly, changing his tone to a serious tone as if he was schizophrenic.

"Stop meddling in my affairs and take care of your business. We must have a decent relationship."

The door slammed shut.

(End of this chapter)