My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 152: Business

John was about to cross Danny Street when he saw another car overturned diagonally opposite - the fire had been put out, thick smoke was billowing, yellow cordon surrounded the accident scene, police were checking the information in the black body bag, and white human outlines were left on the ground.

Toot, toot, toot—

Heart-pounding alarms echoed over the city.

The Einsatzgruppen had already begun the massacre.

The red light seemed to penetrate the virtual projection. The faint sound of an automatic machine gun came from a distance. The vibration and roar could even be felt by John in the driver's seat through the vehicle.

Da da da.

Raindrops fell on the hood.

John stepped on the accelerator and quickly moved away from the neighborhood, heading towards the shiny black asphalt road, driving through the neon-filled puddles until the roof of the underground garage of the Borago Club blocked the raindrops.

Deafening music and tire-burning sounds echoed through the parking lot.

John left the driver's seat and looked around the somewhat unfamiliar basement.

This place has been renovated and has a strong "bone chip" atmosphere - the pillars around the parking lot are wrapped in gold, the original stylish graffiti has been banned, and the luxury cars of major companies are placed on the high-end audio equipment and the bright floor paint.

He noticed that there were more vehicles than when Vito was in power.

The trust in Sakura Crossroads collapsed due to the incident of roaming AI.

The rich and powerful can only choose other areas for socializing and indulging themselves in pleasure.

John inexplicably felt that this was also part of Guzha's calculations. Killing Du Raymond was definitely not just a simple revenge on the Xiaocheng Gang. Perhaps he also took into account the subsequent impact.

Ding--

The silver elevator doors opened.

The cool and pungent air, filled with the aroma of wine and drinks, filled the hall with long light strips and irregular billboards, and a holographic projection of a mechanical shark roamed in the air.

The originally golden and luxurious hall was filled with noise.

It looked like a large banquet was being held here, with men and women wearing masks walking around the hall.

A man in a sequined suit picked up his female companion and walked past John into the elevator, gasping as he collided with her, revealing his snow-white hair before the elevator door closed...

John withdrew his gaze.

He first confirmed that his membership had not expired, then looked up and around to see if he had gone to the wrong floor.

The Borrago Club has changed a lot during the Bone Shatters regime.

This time John took the members' elevator up. There was no door as a reference. Walking in the huge hall that was as big as a dance floor, he couldn't even find the original path leading to Mr. Vito's original office.

A waitress wearing a golden mask approached on high heels of the same color.

[Equipment: V8 Butler Intelligent Machine]

[Developer: Jingke Heavy Industry]

Jingke focuses on service in the field of intelligent robots.

The products it designs do not pursue durability and destructive power like several military high-tech companies, but focus on system management and personalized data calculations, using skin that is so complex that it is difficult for humans to transplant to cover precision instruments, and then infinitely amplifying the personification.

John and the female robot's pupils flickered almost at the same time.

He frowned subconsciously, looking at the indistinguishable snow-white artificial leather and the almost mechanical gait with no pauses in sight, in surprise.

The waitress' ears lit up, as if receiving data.

She faced John and accurately read out his membership number, her voice so soft that one could imagine the smile beneath her golden mask, as if the silver graffiti that replaced her facial features was a special face.

"It has been a while since you visited the Borago Club. Perhaps you need some guidance and companionship. I can stay by your side and introduce you to new forms of entertainment, or allow me to access the database and help you arrange tonight based on past service records."

"I'm not in the mood for a party. Phew~ where is the medical area? I have a friend who is hospitalized here."

"plz follow me."

She answered the question straightforwardly, without any lingering questions or continuing to sell new things. She just turned around and woke up the elevator.

John followed the mechanical waiter and looked at her back - the silicone filling was covered by tattooed artificial leather skin, and an indescribable fragrance was emitted as her body swayed.

John remembered that Olos had mentioned this to him.

Gaia Cell's products contain a special biological perfume that, by regulating hormones or something else, makes it hard for people who smell it to control their emotions.

The noise in the hall suddenly rose.

John raised his angular chin, and wherever he looked, thousands of bubbles passed through the screaming guests, casting colorful colors in the light strip atmosphere.

His short side-parted hair fluttered in the industrial wind, and his head followed the bizarre scene in an arc.

There is a hollow area in the center of the Borago Club building, where more strange and gorgeous electronic projections are floating, shuttling back and forth upwards in the red and purple light columns.

Ding--

The elevator has arrived.

The waiter smiled as John came to his senses.

"Looking forward to seeing you again, sir."

The silver-carved black and gold gang logo slowly closed, cutting off the noise and temptation outside.

John slowly rose with an unusual heartbeat.

There was not even any mechanical sound in the elevator, only a barely detectable vibration. Suddenly, an advertisement popped up - the registration for the high-level banquet and Borago member auction was in the stage. John's membership number and current package were displayed on the center panel, and he could directly renew, upgrade, and purchase new items here.

John walked through the medical corridor with a little caution, his hands in the pockets of his work coat.

Fortunately, not much has changed here.

The curved ceiling without edges and corners, the pipe-shaped corridor, and the soft gray arcs extend forward in the hidden light strips.

There are green plants and a reception desk, with live nurses on duty.

Clients wearing simple blue hospital gowns were escorted from room to room by professional nurses.

John found the ward area based on his memory and noticed that the small door leading to the open-air balcony was open.

The door lock indicator light flashes regularly.

The noise and heat of Eden City poured in through this gap, diluting the air conditioning and tranquility of the inpatient area. Meiya's husband.

Gerry Pearce stood on the inside of the guardrail, slowly smoking a cigarette - a handmade cigarette he rolled himself.

The sirens echoed melodiously in the city.

High-rise buildings are inserted into the city like black pixels, with bright yellow scattered between the high and low buildings. Billboards are spreading in the gaps like electronic viruses, and colors are growing wildly on the steel jungle.

"If you plan to jump, I'll take you to the top floor. Maybe you'll have a few extra seconds of air to regret it."

"Oh, Shit, John, it's you."

Gary smiled bitterly and shook his head. His face was wrapped in bandages, and bruises and surgical incisions were visible in the areas not covered by the hospital gown.

"Don't worry, man. I'm not thinking of committing suicide. Maltose and Maya are still in there... It's just that, um, I want to have a cigarette. No fire is allowed in the room. The smoke alarm is more sensitive than the fucking electrode patch..."

The pain Gerry experienced before and after entering the operating room was nothing compared to the bank statement he held in his palm.

He expressed his gratitude to John from the bottom of his heart and scratched his slightly bald forehead.

"Um, can you tell me in detail what Meiya went through after the accident? This woman is being stubborn. I guess she doesn't want to scare Xiaomaitang. I can tell that the specific process is definitely not as she described."

"She killed the leader of the Rift and made a deal with Boneshard."

John took out a cigarette box to share with him, and the two of them leaned on the high-rise railing and chatted, one facing forward and the other facing backward.

The smoke was thick and stretched out for a long distance.

Gerry gradually fell silent as he listened, his brows furrowed, and his hairy arms moved several times.

John did not hide Maya's contribution.

But he didn't think it would be easy for Gerry.

The burned shop held all the family's past savings and all their investments for the future. Even if they got the promise of bone shavings and medical relief, the bank and insurance company would not let them go.

The red dot of the cigarette flickered for the last time.

John exhaled white smoke and looked at the cigarette butt dangling between Gerry's fingers.

"It's not a pleasant feeling to be raped by life. To be honest, it takes courage to get up from the hospital bed in the face of such a mess."

Gary smiled and shook his head.

"I'm going in to hug my wife. What about you, do you want to meet Little Malt Sugar? She's very cute."

The implication is that we won’t see each other again in the future.

Gerry's daughter has just completed immigration procedures.

The huge bill will affect the legal status of their entire family, and the debt collectors will definitely make a fuss about this.

The best case scenario is to leave Eden alive.

"Fuck, you have a damn sense of superiority."

"Eight years of marriage, man, you don't understand."

Gerry and John walked through the softly lit, bright corridor that smelled of disinfectant again.

Maya was not surprised by John's visit.

She changed her clothes to cover the gunshot wound, and chatted with her daughter about childish topics with sleepy eyes, paving the way for the possible street life to come.

John doesn't know how to get along with children.

He gave a perfunctory reply to the little girl with a swollen eye, then called Maya and Gary out alone and asked them straight to the point.

“Any follow-up plans?”

John was asking about Maya.

But it is obvious that this retired CIA agent has no ideas. Perhaps he can use his experience and knowledge to do illegal business. The honest Gary may even have to "debut at an older age" and compete with street thugs for survival resources in dark alleys.

John nodded and continued.

"That sounds terrible, why don't you just follow me and do the work for me."

"Street business. Killing people is a little difficult, but delivering contraband and other things is no problem."

Gary accepted it without any surprise or hesitation as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. There was no reason for him to be pretentious. The most important thing now was to do everything he could to support his family.

Through Meia's words and stereotypes...

He took it for granted that:
The work that lone wolf mercenaries like John are talking about should be related to crimes, murder and robbery, or at the very least, the type of trafficking in organs and gray implants.

Oros gave a plan.

She didn't care about the life or death of Maya's family. She just took this opportunity to teach John the principle of resource checks and balances. Her original words were - the rules of the game for Eden City to truly survive.

First of all, location, the foundation of business.

Oros asked John to use the huge sum of money he got from killing the leader of the Rift Party to buy the store that Bone Shatter promised.

The geographical location should be chosen on the edge of the Black Gold Gang.

Avoid being controlled by Bone Crusher and make use of resources in other areas.

The second is the source of goods and the type of business.

John helps connect farmers and vagrants, and can use this to obtain distributor qualifications and use them in stores, restaurants that process fresh food, or a public sales point.

Olaus said that if the old man was unwilling to give face, Nando and the Damascus camp would put pressure on him.

The Rangers are definitely willing to cooperate with John.

The probability that the farmer would disagree is very low.

After all, he is a capitalist of private farms in the old United States. He understands the principle of win-win cooperation. Once the wanderer's business is expanded, he will inevitably go to war with the food company...

Mercenaries will definitely be used.

John is a good choice.

(End of this chapter)