My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 153: Balance

Olaus said that this shop would be a stable source of income for John besides his mercenary work.

The third is the manager, who runs the business.

Being a mercenary is the main job. Running a store will inevitably take up a lot of energy, so finding someone to do it for you is the best option.

Maya and Gerry are perfect tools - they owe John a life, are driven to collapse by bank bills, have their secrets of the MI6 agents exposed, and have a little daughter...

There is no qualification to betray or resist.

The same is true.

Meiya leaned against the wall, supporting her waist with her hands folded, her face showing fatigue from excessive blood loss.

She chose to let her husband make decisions on family affairs and business as usual - the man in front of her, without advanced prosthetics or weapons and ammunition, seemed to be able to support the family.

Maybe that’s why the marriage lasted eight years.

John noticed this keenly.

Seeing that Maya had no objection, Gerry pulled his arm free and shook hands with him with his calloused palm.

"At your service, sir."

"very good."

John kept in mind that this was a business negotiation and there was no smiling or trying to be nice.

He has tasted Gerry's cooking and is very confident about the restaurant's future.

John initially built the framework, determined a few key points, transferred the huge amount of money to Gerry and left the Borago Club.

There is no fear that the other party will escape.

John drove the armored vehicle back to the street, set the navigation system to avoid the prohibited roads, rushed to the East District Commercial Street, and sent a message to Dr. Ryan to reserve a night consultation seat.

He stopped at a traffic light and called Boneshard while he waited.

There is a second half to Orloth's plan.

If you want to have a stable livelihood in Eden City, you must have a strong enough backing, and the protection of the local tyrants is the most cost-effective option of all.

The Black Gold Gang led by Gu Cha is in a stage of all-out war.

It is almost impossible to actively protect the operation of a store without additional benefits.

"Give the Black Gold Gang a share of the profits, help me attract clients, and when the business gets bigger, I'll become a major shareholder with you..."

"Oh, you're kidding, right?"

Guzha even wanted to hang up the phone, thinking it was extremely stupid, but then he thought about how John had just killed Du Raymond, so he said a few more words.

"I manage the largest gang in the West End, John. Do you think I care about the profits of a store? Maybe you racked your brains and came up with an idea that you think is good, but you have the wrong target. It's almost the same as talking to Gilad."

John was not angry.

"I'm not talking about one store, but about all fresh food supply in the West End, including high-end ingredients, mid- and low-end processed semi-finished products, and street vendors."

He answered according to Orlos's words.

"If you want to do business, you have to give your customers good things. It must be very expensive to get goods from food companies? What about the gang's businesses including the Borago Club and various entertainment facilities..."

Guzha chuckled twice.

"I am listening."

"The West District doesn't just have gangs and shady businesses, there are also hundreds of thousands of people who need to eat. No one is born to live on egg white paste. Eden City is rich, and eating real meat means a lot of money."

"It's a little interesting, but there's still a problem. I don't need to contact Radiation Farms through you. Even if I choose a distributor, Angelica is more familiar with the ins and outs than you."

"I didn't say I wanted to get involved in this business. I talked so much just to give you some ideas. In fact, I don't have that much time to accompany you to deal with related businesses. I said at the beginning that I just wanted you to take care of the store and deal with the small troubles on the street."

John's tone remained calm.

However, Guzha still didn't seem to care much.

"This is a small matter for me, but, John, what role did you play in this? If I die in the future, the Black Gold Gang will find a new leader and want to take over your store..."

"Have you forgotten what I live on?"

"Oh, deal."

Gu Cha was a shrewd businessman, needless to say. In the video, he snapped his fingers, called the waiter to pour the wine, and instructed his men to call over the small boss who managed the shop.

John glanced calmly out the window.

The city night scene is blocked by glass, and the blurred advertising pattern flickers gently on the contour of the cheek.

He looked away and raised his arms leisurely.

The workwear hydrophobic jacket swayed slightly, revealing the high-grade alloy at the end of the Sian Westin, and the gun belt that ran through the chest and waist.

Olos believes:
For a food store to match a lone wolf mercenary of John's caliber, the force deterrence is seriously excessive.

He was capable of handling any trouble that might come up, unless it was a personal grudge. Otherwise, to provoke John for this little bit of sustained profit...

The price/performance ratio is too low.

This is the end.

Olos put the final touches on the business.

Sources of goods, managers, local tyrants, and mercenaries all play corresponding roles in this closed transaction loop and reap corresponding benefits.

John felt inexplicably touched, as if he had truly mastered a skill from hearing about it from others.

Guzha arranged everything in front of the video.

To him, it was just opening his mouth. Before hanging up the phone, he sat on the sofa with his heart exposed and sipped wine, like a gentleman. In the end, he still laughed at John for getting himself involved too deeply.

"…If you want to make money, I can give you a lot of advice."

John grinned and hung up the phone. As he stepped on the accelerator, Maya's words echoed in his mind.

Life is meant to be lived with all one's might.

[Mission: Where is Home (Completed)]

[Rewards: Bounty [consumed], Vehicle Modification [Armor System, Mobile Weaponry], Food Store [Under Construction], Weapon - Hercules MAX. ]

A deal was sealed.

John followed Olaus's second suggestion to pay attention to his health problems, flipped through Ryan's reply, and headed to the East District along the route where curfew had not yet been implemented.

The streets were always filled with the sound of gunfire.

The city of Eden, which used to wake up in the dim night, has inexplicably become a little deserted. The electronic billboards are still flashing, but the traffic and pedestrians have obviously decreased.

There are ECPDs at all important intersections and checkpoints.

The police, wearing bulletproof vests and dark reflective raincoats, let the cars go one by one, their prosthetic eyes flashing and their voices grumbling.

The rumbling vibrations echoed in the night sky.

Horns and electronic sounds rang out one after another.

John was leaning on the steering wheel, queuing behind the long line, his head propped up on his arms, listening to the city's looped broadcast - at this moment, cyberpsychosis broke out simultaneously in three blocks.

He turned his eyes away and looked outside the field.

A sudden rain broke the tranquility and turned the city roads into a shiny black color.

Several police aircraft flew low over the overpass.

Their tails shattered the rain curtain, forming white air waves surrounding their bodies. Following the direction of departure, one could see the curtain walls of high-rise buildings in the distance reflecting red light.

John could even imagine the SAT falling from the sky.

dong dong.

The policeman wearing sunglasses knocked on the hood with his baton, signaling him to drive to the designated area. An electronic device nearby emitted a dotted line, which slowly covered the entire armored vehicle and made a beeping sound.

"Oh, Falk..."

John immediately remembered that he had a big thing in his trunk.

The police appeared calm and composed:
There are directional pulse bombs above the checkpoints, automatic artillery placed around the armored vehicles, and fully armed colleagues providing cover. No one would be stupid enough to die.

John rolled down the window.

The police officer on duty changed the angle of his magnetic sunglasses, revealing a pair of dark green pupils embedded in his wrinkles.

He babbled in a calm tone.

"I know, calm down, you don't look like a fool who would cause trouble. We dealt with several desperadoes tonight. Look over there~"

John looked over.

In the location hidden by the armored vehicles and the scanning base station, there were several stacked vehicle frames with white smoke rising from them, as if a big fire had been put out not long ago.

John understood immediately and explained with a smile.

"The city is too chaotic, officer. I just purchased some self-defense weapons from Chengxin Plaza. Hey, we have to protect ourselves~"

"Save it."

The policeman smiled, the heat dissipation seam at the corner of his jaw was a little old, and he scratched it with the Velcro on the back of his gloves. "I can tell what you do for a living just by looking at you. If I ask you to show me your sales records, or take the equipment to scan the trunk, will I get the production number? Are you sure there are no illegal accessories?"

John smiled too.

"Will you give me a chance to explain?"

He opened the passenger storage box filled with miscellaneous spoils, took out a few cash chips and handed them over from a blind spot.

[Scan detected, no signs of hacking. 】

"Be safe, wait a moment, and do a routine check-in."

The policeman picked up the baton, pointed the end at John for identification, took out a magnetic sheet with an indicator light from his pocket, and put it on the hood of the armored vehicle as if nothing had happened.

"This is a traffic beacon. It can help you pass the restricted road section. It's best to go home and lie down, or find a motel to avoid the rain."

He gave a meaningful smile and waved his hand to drive them away.

It is indeed easier to get things done if you have money.

John silently stepped on the accelerator and quickly left the viaduct. He glanced at the still flashing beacon, hesitated for a moment, and gave up the idea of ​​passing through the prohibited section.

He was not very happy about dealing with the cops, nor did he want to encounter the special operations team's law enforcement scene.

The rain gradually became heavier.

The dark areas of the road became even darker under the lights.

Stay away from checkpoints and out of the radiation range of municipal broadcasts, and you can freely switch the signal of the car radio.

John had already bound the Black Gold Gang user account to the vehicle, and used the membership package of the Danny Street Apartment to listen to radio programs.

The volume immediately started to criticize the host's drug-like opening remarks.

[Eden City, I'm Roy, fuck! ]

[This world is finally fucked up! My listeners, if you are still drunk, please move away. Are you trying to add to the base of the dead lottery? Not bad, this may be the greatest contribution you can make to this city! ]

[…I’m really looking forward to the first audience tonight.]

Thanks to the gloom caused by curfew and gang warfare, Roy's nightly show broke ratings records.

This shit-mouthed bastard was in great form tonight.

John crossed the street when the light was green. When he reached the middle of the road, the window was suddenly covered with white.

(End of this chapter)