My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 139: Rift Party
Silence fell in the room.

The customers in the bar left one after another, and Tipsy Bikini welcomed the quietest time of the day.

John drank some wine and closed his eyes to rest. Like the others, he wanted to enjoy a moment of peace here, escaping from the rising sun outside and the anxiety in the air.

Gilad decided to talk about something.

"Do you remember Meia?"

"Um, who?"

John certainly didn't remember.

"Gerry Pierce's wife is the owner of the snack stand on Commercial Street. You asked me to investigate Maya's affair. Do you still remember it?"

John showed a look of realization.

Gilad didn't know the details of the situation, so he didn't know that Maya was an ISIS agent. He was just chatting about it as a topic after drinking.

Recently, there have been many armed thugs robbing West District residents on the streets, smashing shops for no reason, and even colluding with zombies to randomly hit them with clubs.

A large number of them were destroyed by gangs, and then they banded together, released violence after severe reform, and took revenge on society.

Gilad cursed.

"Just like a cyber-psycho!"

Gino and Angelica had heard of it.

John was the most confused one.

He spends most of his time running around outside or staying at home in his improved apartment. The experiences of the residents in the ground-floor shops and low-rent areas seem a bit far away from him.

"The Black Gold Gang is just going to watch?"

Angelica frowned.

Gilad paused as he touched his e-cigarette.

"We caught and killed several waves of them, but the situation is a bit complicated... Most of them are poor citizens who have been forced into a desperate situation. They have been instigated and brainwashed. Even the ECPD finds it difficult to deal with them."

Angelica was trying to mock Bone Grit.

But Gilliad subconsciously framed himself in that box - perhaps deep down in his heart he had already accepted the fact that he had changed faction, but he still felt awkward saying it and showing it on his face.

He recounted the results of the investigation amid sparse white smoke.

This group of guys calls themselves the "Gap Party".

The leader's nickname is Du Raymond.

Nicknamed "Lao Du".

His true identity is an exile.

"I thought they were all killed by the Rangers."

Gino was slightly shocked.

The Battle of Silver Harbor caused a stir in the whole city. Before the gang war broke out, everyone was discussing the Damascus camp - it was said that the leader Nando led his team to break into the Exile Alliance's lair, became the ruler within the border wall, and controlled all smuggling routes from Eden City to the outside.

"Exiles, ghouls, and cockroaches. Nuclear war has proven that these things will never die out."

The remnants of the Exiles disbanded after the Silver Harbor incident.

It just so happens that gang warfare is causing panic.

Du Raymond gathered victims around the city, declaring that he wanted to light a fire in the cracks of gang territory and let the violent elements and the cold and numb citizens bleed.

"Isn't this pure Shark Coin?"

John is outspoken.

Lao Du's rhetoric is just like that of small gangs. They create an atmosphere of panic, take the opportunity to build up their power, and force innocent citizens to self-destruct in the cracks.

"Terrorists, to be exact."

Angelica expressed confusion.

"Have the ECPD cops become so tolerant? The police department's top brass and the council actually allowed such idiots to cause trouble in the city."

"The devil knows."

Gilade shook his head and reached out to take the wine, but Gino snatched the glass away.

she questioned.

"What is the Black Gold Gang doing?"

"Fake..."

"I'm serious, man. Several girls have told me about this. Stores have been looted and burned down on the street, and several people have died."

Gino showed anger.

These situations never happened when Mr. Vito was in power. Gang members would patrol the streets and take control of the situation immediately when they encountered emergencies. They would also provide assistance and compensation afterwards...

The citizens of the West End respect Vito from the bottom of their hearts.

"You are useless now. Did you give the protection fee to the devil? Don't talk to me about legal taxation. Everyone knows that the municipal government will eventually share the profits with the Black Gold Gang. You are just condoning others to cause trouble on your territory!"

Gilad was driven to the point of being paralyzed.

"Do you think I copied the information from the newspaper? It was all pried out from the mouths of dead people. The troublemakers were killed by the thugs arranged by Guzha, but..."

He scratched his head, looking anxious.

After being hit, Lao Du and the "Gap Gang" fled from the West District and spread across the city along the dividing line of gang territory. If you want to kill him, you have to enforce the law across districts.

But it's gang war time.

Guzha has a strong and overbearing style.

Their people would be retaliated against and ambushed if they left the West District, which would not only increase casualties, but they might also be targeted by the Owl Town Gang.

Guzha thought it would be better to just drive the cockroaches out.

He was very cruel to the shops that had been robbed, which was completely different from Mr. Vito.

There is no compensation or help.

If the shop owner is unable to make a comeback, he may even be forcibly driven out, and the store will be taken back and rented out again, or directly handed over to a subordinate agency to let a chain brand move in...

"He's really good at adding insult to injury."

Gino spat to the side.

She is an old citizen from the time when Vito was in power, and Marcao has a close relationship with the Godfather. Thanks to the protection of her brother and the gang, she has not witnessed too many cruel cases.

Angelica is well-informed.

This pattern of bone slag is very common in Sakura Cross Street, and even the shops in most commercial streets in the city are replaced according to the rule of the jungle.

John didn't react much either.

He somehow thought of the state police in the Internet Monitoring Office.

In the eyes of those real conspirators, even a large-scale public safety incident such as a "train derailment" can be a means to achieve their interests.

Gino was still a little naive.

The Damascus camp, which she considered to be "at the height of its popularity", actually fell into chaos after being taken over by Nando, and the descriptions of them in the news were mostly exaggerated.

The current profit of the camp is just the small piece of cake that Oros divided.

In comparison...

The rift gang that has emerged in a small area in the West District is no different from the robbers who robbed convenience stores on the street.

"That's it."

John took a sip of the whiskey.

The wine swished with the sound of ice cubes colliding, condensed water moistened the fingers, complex layers echoed in the mouth, the entity fell deep into the throat, and the smell of alcohol spewed out from the nostrils.

He paused suddenly.

"Wait, how did we get to this topic?"

"Meia… oh shit, I forgot."

Gilad added with a shrug.

"Her husband bought a shop that sold synthetic meat barbecue and Mexican burritos, but it was set on fire and robbed by the Rift Party. Oh, poor Gerry, he was shot and is lying in the intensive care unit. His daughter has a torn lip and a concussion, and the business loan is due in a week..."

It turned out to be a victim.

According to Gilad:
Guza will reclaim the store after the loan is overdue.

Gino showed concern.
"Oh my god, where's Maya?"

"She was not at home when the incident happened. I heard that she escaped by chance by going to the bank to fill out a form, so she suffered the most. When she came back, the store was burned to ruins. The loan form in her hand became her biggest debt, and the hospital was still waiting for payment..."

Gilad shook his head and sighed.

John suddenly understood - why the Rift Party could expand so rapidly?
It is hard for ordinary citizens not to go crazy when suddenly faced with such a blow. If someone then hands them a gun and money, it would be like pounding a cigarette butt into gunpowder. It is normal for them to do anything.

"Meiya made the best decision, paid the hospitalization insurance, and then disappeared."

"She ran away?"

It was John who asked the question.

The other three looked at him in surprise. "It happened two or three days ago. We haven't seen her since, including in the hospital. It's obvious..."

Gilad doesn't know Maya's identity.

He naturally thought that this woman with a history of "cheating" could not withstand the blows of life.

【Mission: Where is Home】

[Reward: Bounty (floating)]

Words suddenly popped up in front of John's eyes.

He kept his head down in silence, chewing his ribs as Gino discussed sympathetically.

[Mission target update]

[Found Meiya. (Not achieved)]

Suddenly, a breeze with a slight scent of alcohol and hormones blew onto John's face.

He raised his head.

Angelica supported her chin with her pouty lips and put her head slightly above the plate.

"You're going to meddle in other people's business, aren't you? Be honest, John, do you want to try it, a married woman..."

She had a wicked smile on her face and her lipstick was brown.

A small portion of the lip print was placed on the rim of the cocktail glass.

John was speechless.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because this is obviously a mess and a thankless task. If you get involved, it will be a waste of time and money. The Meiya family cannot afford a mercenary of your level."

Angelica took her hands out of her sweatshirt, straightened her manicured fingers, and rubbed them in circles on the table as she spoke.

"Look at you, John. You live in a luxury apartment and drive a top-of-the-line luxury car. You need money to eat, wear and use your daily necessities. Most mercenaries on the street are waiting for work. They have to have good relationships with a few middlemen, or like I said, to make quick money. And you are being too willful..."

John nodded and was silent for a moment.

He seemed to understand why Angelica transferred money to him.

"I didn't wrong myself. On the contrary, I always did what was comfortable for me. When I did that, I always found opportunities to make money in corners, which gradually allowed me to live a good life."

John raised the ribs on his fork as he spoke - the fat turned into gel, locking in the seasoning powder, exuding a cold, pure meaty aroma.

"Ah, I'm so envious. You've finally made your debut."

Gilade raised his glass and drank it down.

The gold ring on his hand poked against the glass, gleaming dully in the corner of the bar.

"……uh-huh."

John chewed and prepared to stand up. "I can barely make ends meet, and I don't have any property to be proud of."

"Damn it, Bro, if you talk like that, I'm going to ride away from the motorcycle parked in the basement right now!"

There was a hint of sourness in Gilad's words.

"Oh, I'm not comparing myself to you."

John's eyes returned to Angelica.

This girl’s vehicle alone is worth tens of millions.

She met John's gaze, propped up her chin and smiled, waving her hand lazily.

"Then I look forward to your storytelling next time. The meat will be my treat, just as the ticket price paid by the audience."

"what!?"

Gilad looked up. "If you can get food by chatting with girls, I have a lot of stories."

"You're taking out the fucking trash."

Gino sat cross-legged in the corner of the sofa, revealing a penetrating look, and began to summarize some experience:

"Pretending to be cool can really make girls happy. You have to stay calm, describe the hail of bullets as a small matter, casually mention the names of a few big shots, and use the cops and middlemen as a background... ah, I've learned it. I'll try it out with my girlfriends when I get a chance."

Gino doesn't like the ones with handles.

John left the bar.

But they got stuck as soon as they started working. The first problem was how to find Maya after she disappeared.

to be frank.

Finding the S.I.A. agent was harder than killing her.

Lacking a crucial clue, John rode his motorcycle to the nearest hospital on Danny Street.

Gerry Pearce lies in a general ward.

He had a ventilator inserted into his throat, his face was covered in blood scabs, and the instrument displayed his biological information and vital signs.

My daughter was lying in the next bed with a concussion.

John walked into the room with ease.

Even if one of them suddenly woke up, he probably wouldn't be able to tell Maya's whereabouts.

[Mission target update]

【Check payment information. (Not reached)】

Gerry and his daughter were still able to receive public hospital treatment, and Maya was no doubt paying for the follow-up costs.

John walked through the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant and tapped on the desk of the duty station to wake up the nurse.

"I'm here to pay the outstanding balance for Ward 429."

"Please wait a moment. Um, there is still a balance in your account. Do you want to renew the hospitalization insurance?"

"is it?"

John was surprised. "You must have made a mistake. Please help me check which account is paying the fee and how..."

He was only halfway through his speech.

The nurse on duty has raised her head.

She was wearing a dark green uniform with the hospital logo, and her colorful eyes were slightly narrowed.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't help you."

John noticed her hand move from the keyboard projection to under the table - as if she was preparing to call security, or something.

"Ah."

After all, the fees are so expensive, so basic qualities are still necessary.

John realized that he was being a little offensive, so he waved his arms and used body lock to transfer money at close range.

His direct attitude towards using money made the nurse a little nervous.

But her prosthetic eye flickered, and she remained silent after accepting the transfer, as if she was brewing a more tactful approach.

John had no patience and gave advice.

"What if there is a system error? For example, money from other customers is charged to the account of Ward 429? You must check the bill to avoid a potential medical dispute."

"You're right."

The nurse plugged in the data cable and began the authorization process.

John kept his hands in his pockets the whole time and could feel the cold metal butt of the rifle through his coat.

This is the second plan.

Glad it wasn't used.

While he waited he began to look through the electronic bulletin boards.

The general ward is next to the corridor and the environment is not very good.

If you purchase other packages, you can move to a better building or even enjoy the treatment of a high-end hotel.

John and Kuang Xin visited a powerful man whose genitals were blown apart.

The environment in a private clinic is completely different from here.

John's mind wandered while he waited.

He has been injured many times since he stepped onto the streets, but he feels unfamiliar with this environment. After the full commercialization of medical care, ordinary citizens are getting further and further away from public hospitals.

An artificial body clinic in the alley.

An operating room in the cracks of a nightclub.

A disinfection room in the corridor of a community church.

Such an environment is more intimate.

"Um, sir, this is a temporary account, registered by Mr. Cesaba Jimenez..."

The nurse had bad news.

(End of this chapter)