My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 148 148: A Small Gift
A bitter smile without any emotion came from the phone.

Bone slag was in a good mood, otherwise he would definitely remind John that he shouldn't question his integrity as a businessman.

John received a huge transfer, and the zeros behind the number allowed him to live comfortably for a long time without having to do any tasks.

High returns often mean high risks.

The lone wolf was hired to kill the gang's spiritual leader, so it shouldn't have much to do with him, but he still felt inexplicably dangerous.

"Why do we have to kill Lao Du before 18:30?"

[You will know soon. Ah, I am not playing tricks on you. The news channel will explain it to you.]

Bone shatter laughed and reminded John before hanging up the phone.

[If anyone asks you about the situation, you can tell the truth and remember to live until the Borago Club dinner. ]

The phone hangs up.

At the same time, John received the photo and immediately passed it to Maya.

Gilad sat beside the bed, watching over Gary and Maltose, and the time was displayed on the electronic instrument.

Bone ballast keeps its promise:

The Borago Club treated them. The senior private doctor is really capable. Their condition is basically stable and they are expected to wake up in a few hours.

"You'll be able to call then."

"Whoo~"

Meiya let out a long sigh, leaned back and said nothing.

Her face was pale and she looked exhausted. After a moment of silence, she curled up her knees and buried her face in them, as if she was resting.

John sat back in the car, next to him the rapidly receding suburban landscape - loess hills, plant outlines, shadows of giant facilities, unknown signal towers and pipes protruding from the ground.

He was too tired to lift his arms.

The aftereffects of drug use began to affect my physical condition. My heart beat faster than usual, my head felt dizzy and it was difficult to concentrate. My limbs began to ache, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

In the dark night, only the roar of engines could be heard on the highway.

The trunk was completely opened, parts clanged, and sand blew through the gaps and bullet holes, making noises...

Simon said it felt like he was back in the military.

He was the most excited one.

There were bullet holes all around the steering wheel, so there was no hope for radio or music, so we could only pass the time by chatting.

John asked what it was like in the army.

Simon pinched his hat, tickled his finger, and said with a wry smile.

"The war is more cruel than imagined, the government is more incompetent than reported in the news, and the cold-bloodedness of politicians has dampened the enthusiasm of young people."

That cap is very shabby.

Simon didn't start the topic around the army. He noticed John's gaze through the rearview mirror and started bragging about his hat.

He pointed to the faded pattern on it.

"This is Roberto Clemente's embroidered autograph [a legendary black Dodgers player], and the hat on my head is a limited edition released on the 100th anniversary of his death..."

John smiled and shook his head, closing his eyes.

Simon didn't need anyone to answer him. He got behind the wheel and started to have fun. He recalled the beer festival, the monster rally car, the wheat-colored girl in hot pants, and all kinds of illegal drugs around the peaked cap...

"Oh, sorry man, just go back to sleep."

"what?"

John opened his eyes as the car jolted, and his mind regained clarity for a brief moment. Only a few key words from Simon's long speech remained faintly echoing.

He looked around.

The night was still dark, the road was bumpy, and the night temperature made the metal shell of the armored vehicle damp and cold. The city of Eden became a distant backdrop on the horizon.

The black high-rise buildings are surrounded by neon lights and sesame-sized spots of light.

Colorful and distant.

John looked away, but he was no longer sleepy.

Meiya still kept hugging her knees, like a robot vacuum cleaner that was plugged in and sleeping, occasionally shaking slightly during the violent bumps.

Inexplicably, a sentence she had said popped up in John's mind.

【Life is meant to be lived with all one’s strength. 】

Simon held the steering wheel and looked up to see that John was still awake.

"Thank you for saving me. Of course, you came here mainly to kill Lao Du, but I can't just treat the friendship of saving my life as a trivial matter."

"You talk like Nando."

"Haha, really? I'm so happy. To be honest, I wanted to be like him, but I always messed things up. Macarena was killed by Lao Du. It's all my fucking fault. Damn it!"

Simon became a little depressed.

John was also curious at this time, so he asked him.

"How did you offend the Rift Party?"

"I didn't recruit him at all. Even before Lao Du sent people to surround us in the abandoned factory, I didn't know that these lunatics were in the same fucking group with the damn Xiaocheng Gang!"

At least it used to be.

John added in his mind.

Simon rested his elbow on the window frame and chattered about the camp.

After the Silver Port incident, Nando was taken to the core city controlled by the Seven Wanderers for treatment. It was said that the operation was extremely difficult. The limbs were irregularly broken, and the prosthesis needed to be tailor-made. At the same time, the subsequent impact and complications had to be considered. The good news is that the critical period has passed.

The bad news is that the Damascus camp is leaderless.

Olaus was quite considerate enough to secure the portion of the Silver Harbor battle that belonged to the Wanderers and fulfilled her promise in full. John actually knew that she needed to let the Wanderers gain benefits and to check and balance the companies, gangs, and network surveillance at the gambling table of profit distribution.

"We lost a lot of people, and it's a bit... hard to recover."

Simon scratched his head, looking a little annoyed.

"It's like getting a pension, you get a bunch of money you don't know how to spend, but the guys you drank with, drove with, and hooked up with women are never coming back."

After losing Nando, Damascus realized that there was no one else who could convince the people and make decisions, so they could only do their work step by step.

After the collapse of order, the advantages of tradition and education emerged.

The camp is currently running smoothly. Development has been suspended, and the work left is enough to keep everyone busy.

When Damascus was frantically expanding its membership, Nando created a shell company in order to undertake construction projects in Eden City and obtained a relatively lucrative construction site.

Simon is responsible for site management.

With the end of the Silver Port incident, the corporate dogs deliberately suppressed the development of the wanderer camp, especially the Fuki Industries behind the Owl Town Gang, and used various means to snatch away the construction site, causing the efforts of hundreds of wanderers for more than half a month to go down the drain.

"The Japanese dogs are making trouble for us openly and covertly, and our brothers who are doing business and working on the site are suffering."

Fuki Industries instigated the Owl Town Gang to cause trouble.

Robberies by speeding gangs occur almost every day. As the gang war gradually escalates, the opposing sides become increasingly aggressive and tear off the cloth covering the dangerous objects. Kidnapping and murder become more brazen.

John frowned slightly.

"Has the camp been targeted for retaliation?"

"There were kidnappings and assassinations. The office we rented was blown up with a firebomb. The delivery driver and the guard at the construction site were killed by the Xiaocheng Gang that night... What a hot bitch!"

The campsite is no pushover either.

Elona dealt with the parties involved before dawn the next day. She stuffed the bodies of all the members of the drag racing gang into a container and set it on fire, while the vehicles and assets at the scene were towed back to Damascus.

Damascus actually has no shortage of manpower and combat power. In fact, after the casualties, the remaining members have obtained more weapons, equipment, implants and modified vehicles.

"The situation in the city is very complicated. No matter how strong your fists are, they are useless. Even if you are hit a few times, you dare not fight back casually."

Simon didn't explain much.

John could understand.

He vaguely knew that in addition to internal conflicts, gang wars were more about confrontations and transactions between corporate capital, and even the city council was involved behind the scenes.

Internet monitoring makes a fortune in silence.

ECPD chose to sit back and watch the show.

The special operations team frequently goes out on police missions but encounters public opinion crises.

……

After losing their leader, the Damascus camp naturally focused on maintaining the status quo. Even if they lost some economic sources, they had no choice but to swallow their anger.

This led to forces including the Owl Town Gang beginning to openly or covertly devour the living space of homeless people in the city.

Simon is not as steady as Nando in doing things.

He was determined to track down the murderer behind the incident and killed a team leader of the Okumachi Gang. The incident caused a lot of uproar, but he didn't expect that a member of the Fuki Industries management was sitting in the exploded car.

Then unexpected troubles arose.

Simon was quickly found out, and then the Rift Party forcefully intercepted the gamblers, leaving him as the only one left alive. He was locked up in an abandoned cave, waiting to be handed over to the Japanese.

As a result, the Okumachi Gang developed rapidly and directly separated from Fukumachi Industries, and the transfer of hostages was shelved due to other issues.

Simon also heard some news after he was arrested.

He survived the disaster, but fell into deeper confusion.

“Do you know what the root cause of gang warfare is?”

Simon stared off into the distance with a blank expression.

The lights of the Damascus camp were in sight in the distance, and I took advantage of the last bit of distance to explain this to John.

There are too many floating population in Eden City.

Gangs and companies have absorbed fresh blood and are ready to redistribute interests and new territories. The part consumed in the process is called "urban redundancy" by the scumbags riding in the hovercraft.

This is a big trend.

Simon has realized in the process of managing the shell company:
Project construction and new factories will become the mainstream, capital is rapidly moving in this direction, and the competition for councillors will focus on large-scale municipal projects to win votes...

They have already arranged a place for the labor force.

"But before these are implemented, we need to let the restless elements in the labor force offset each other, use panic and casualties to stimulate the people, make them more eager for stability, and feel that working in a factory or squeezing into a company is a better choice."

The person who spoke was Meiya.

She woke up precisely before arriving at the camp, and spoke fluently, as if she had not fallen asleep at all.

The interior of the homeless camp was also confusing.

As their jobs are further reduced, how can they continue to survive in Eden City? Should they look for new opportunities or migrate away?

An idea suddenly occurred to John.

"Have you ever considered starting a business? Well, I mean, if you can't squeeze into the construction site, how about trying to open a store..."

The farmer also promised to give me a chance.

(End of this chapter)