My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 183 Chapter 183: Full House

The engine of the commercial hovercraft hums softly.

Kuang Xin raised his red wine glass and tapped it against the glass window.

"Do you know how it felt when I first rode a hovercraft? This crystal of technology roared beneath me. It was like a delicate doll on TV news, making your desire to conquer it explode..."

He smiled as if he was flirting with a married woman who was concentrating on her work.

[Name: Kuang Xin [Kuang Xin]]

[Power: Tiebang Logistics]

[Prosthetics: Colorful high-frequency cannon [experimental model], neural sensors, etc.]

[File: Director of the Market Relations Department of Tiebang Logistics, a commercial spy dispatched by Messiah Company's European branch (Secret Service File), the second son of the Longsheng Pharmaceutical Group's holding family (undisclosed records)...]

"Has your sexual fetish extended to iron lumps?"

John asked next.

"By the way, why are you here?"

"John, tut, tut, the hovercraft is mine. Didn't you see the Tiebang Logistics logo when you came up?"

Kuang Xin is an executive of Tiebang Logistics on the surface, but secretly a commercial spy.

He has close ties with an Asian company and is one of Oros' most important connections in Eden City.

"There were many big names I knew at Vito's retirement party. They had to see me there to have fun. Ah~ the feeling of being trusted by others is really a troublesome and happy thing."

Kuang Xin also knew that this banquet was very dangerous.

But he is a man who dares to shoot himself in the genitals, so the opportunities far outweigh the risks.

The specifications of this commercial floating car are not low.

When dignitaries and celebrities attend important occasions, they do need a vehicle that matches their status, and manufacturers are also good at increasing its selling points and practicality - high-end sofas and red carpet champagne glasses are standard.

Olaus closed her eyes and rested, using the care tools she brought with her to do her hair.

John was not concentrating enough. Compared with the luxury of the upper class, the tension and seriousness of the task occupied more of his mind.

He looked out the window through the glass.

This was his first time climbing from the outside of the building to the top of the Borago Club.

Only from a bird's-eye view can you get a glimpse of the entirety of this huge complex.

The commercial center in the west district of Eden City seemed to be lit up by lights.

call--

The side door of the hovercraft was suddenly opened.

John's muscles tensed up as he was frightened by the strong wind that penetrated the cabin. The deafening sound and hot air flow caught him off guard.

The tie on his chest was dancing.

Kuang Xin's wild laughter could be heard in the voice channel of the hovercraft.

[Put away your stinky face, John, and look the fuck out! This city is under your feet! Now is the time to say something!]

The strong wind blowing into the mouth and nose makes people feel slightly suffocated.

John adjusted himself for a moment, then looked towards the City of Eden again - it turned out that the city was dark blue against the sky, neon lights were burning in the darkness, and brilliant lights were flowing between every magnificent building.

A huge holographic projection hovers above the members' club.

The Black Gold Gang's logo was spinning slowly in the sky. At this moment, if you stood on any street in Eden City and looked up at the sky, you could see the brilliant light fog covering the edge of the city, as well as dancing beams of light shooting towards the sky.

【F--k--squid! 】

[That's it? Hahaha, you should...]

boom!
The floating door closed again.

Data streams flashed in Oros' eyes. She continued snapping her fingers, locking the cabin door and turning off the music.

Her hair was messed up and one of the earrings she was about to wear was lost.

Kuang Xin's smile gradually faded.

"Ahem, sorry..."

The final apology was barely perceptible.

Kuang Xin is the kind of guy who is very good at creating an atmosphere.

John adjusted his breathing and re-fastened his tie. The inexplicable surge of emotion just now released all the accumulated pressure.

【Bolago Club-Dock Area [Banquet Floor]】

The hovercraft landed and left quickly.

John and Kuang Xin stood behind Ouluos and walked down to the docking area.

There was a swirling cloud of mist beneath their feet.

Four European-style reliefs spit out waterfalls of light, with roaring sounds of water, but if you look closely you will find that the luxurious statues on the building shells and the torch street lamps that illuminate the way are all holographic projections and light strips.

The billowing clouds are used to cover up blemishes.

The predecessor of the Borago Club was an old-fashioned super shopping mall covering a huge area, with a high-rise circular shopping mall below, which was also the public store where the Tipsy Bikini was located.

Further back are high-rise hotels and commercial buildings.

This is the area for Borago members.

There are clubs, high-end medical care, top boxing rings...

There are also various extravagant and luxurious dens that are deeply loved by the powerful and wealthy. The top-floor office area is also the real headquarters of the Black Gold Gang.

It even witnessed the independence of the city of Eden and two gang wars.

Judging from its age, it is an old building that has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

John activated the scan and took a closer look.

There is still scaffolding at the end of the corridor that has not been removed, and the construction materials and employee lounge are set up in those locked rooms.

But the area within the lights is extremely luxurious.

This concerns the reputation of the West District.

Olos's high heels tapped on the floor.

【Bolago Club-Open-air Garden [Banquet Floor]】

The black-based floor extends to the end of the banquet hall. Different materials of stone are used to separate each area. The gaps are dark gold, and if you look closely, you can see reliefs on the surface of the stone.

John gradually raised his gaze.

The relief patterns on the floor converge into a huge Black and Gold Gang logo.

They were just in a position where they could see the entire pattern, and the brightly lit banquet hall was right in front of them.

Two muscular bodyguards stood in the lobby.

The golden-clad intelligent machine was the guide. It scanned the invitation letter and the indicator light behind its ear flashed rapidly.

The security guard dignified but politely asked John to hand over the weapon.

John exchanged glances with Olaus and the others before placing the equipment bag in his hand on the examination table.

slam-la-

There came the sound of metal brackets and ammunition colliding from inside.

The security guard picked it up expressionlessly and scanned it to confirm that there were no bombs or other items that needed to be stored separately.

"Honey."

Olos lifted her hair and came to John.

"The weapons safe is downstairs on the banquet floor, which is the area we just walked through. There is a hollow holographic projection between the floors. Be careful not to fall down when you lean against the stairs~"

She used a teasing tone, as if hinting at something.

"When you take the weapon, just scan the biometric information."

Olos blew him a kiss and winked, almost telling him to find a chance to get his weapon back.

Two men in suits stopped John again.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we still have to lock up your prosthetic."

No weapons are allowed at socialite parties.

In the cyber age, in addition to conventional guns, artillery and bombs, prosthetic limbs can also be equipped with secondary weapons such as mantis knives, monomolecular blades, and stray bullet barrels, not to mention the various small accessories that some people install on the body.

【Device management authorization/default】

A black light prompt message flashed before John's eyes.

This offline locking procedure is meaningless in the face of black light.

John had allowed a special program to lock his prosthetic body, just like when he was participating in an underground boxing ring, but he could remove the restrictions at any time if he wanted.

"This is fucking bullshit!" Kuang Xin walked through the checkpoint and came to John and complained.

"Sangmare Bitch, they are so damn strict. Those two idiots with bubbles in their brains actually think that my big steel cannon is a restricted item!"

“…Actually, I understand him.”

"Hey, John, where's our friendship?"

"Although I haven't attended a high-class banquet, but, um... small nuclear impact drills are indeed dangerous."

John was joking when he suddenly saw the back of Olos leaving.

"She's not coming with us?"

"This is a social occasion, John. Grow up. Are you at a loss without Orlos? Don't act like a little brat who's buying BYT for the first time."

Kuang Xin put his arm around John's shoulder and walked up to the second floor.

He picked up a glass of wine from the tray of the passing omnic.

"You can overlook the banquet hall from here. Take a good look. This is about the standard for upper-class banquets. Ah, I mean formal places. If you like the kind where you don't wear clothes, let's contact each other privately..."

John ignored his dirty talk and turned to lean on the railing.

The banquet hall is very large.

The scene is not blindingly bright, and even feels dim, which is in line with what Kuang Xin said about "social security". Similarly, the music has a strong sense of atmosphere, but it will not cover up the sound of close conversations.

“I should have stood there.”

As the person in charge of the public relations department, Kuang Xin is best at building and maintaining his own network in such a high-profile social venue.

The crystal ceiling hangs down in an orderly manner.

The bar surrounding the pillars is filled with a wide variety of high-end drinks.

The socialites standing here talking were smiling brightly.

They are not afraid of cameras and gazes. Their makeup is delicate, colorful, and their infectious expressions are like a mask on their faces.

John glanced over.

They are all familiar variety show guests, advertising spokespersons, and even famous actors with super-sensory chips.

"Why do these people look exactly the same as on TV? Um, I mean, they didn't even change their clothes?"

"They... heh."

Kuang Xin hesitated to speak.

His open mouth froze in shock, then he pursed it tightly, turning it into a meaningful smile and explained slowly.

“The costumes, voice, even appearance and personality are all signs of the survival of their characters. Who is under the mask is not important to the company or even to themselves.”

"Too abstruse."

John shook his head and gave up thinking.

Kuang Xin patted his shoulder.

"After this banquet is over, help me solve some minor problems. Don't worry, I will pay you according to the market price. It will definitely not be for free."

"You just need a laborer to do the work."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It was Orlos who asked me to introduce you to high society. The way for a mercenary to broaden his horizons is to work."

Kuang Xin held the whiskey glass in both hands.

"Have you noticed? Socializing is about gathering together. Different identities, positions, circles... There are explanations for scattered and gathered positions."

Small steps are outlined by light strips around the sunken hall.

Green plants and stairs against the wall divide the space. There are seats in almost every corner and near the light source, including simple European rectangular booths, waist-high tatami with hard bottom cushions, and curved high-grade leather sofas that are close to obstacles...

That's the different social sphere.

The red cordon was drawn.

The muscular man and the beautiful girl wearing sunglasses stand in the front, using their muscles or advanced prosthetics to fill up their shirts. Even if the boss's dirty jokes are vulgar, they still have to keep their faces tense.

John followed Kuang Xin's instructions and looked over:

Olos sat on the high stool at the gaming table with her legs crossed.

Next to her was a glass of unfinished red wine.

Those at the gambling table are all well-known middlemen or corporate suppliers, all of whom have the need to trade with each other.

John took the drink from a passing waiter.

He was about to nod in greeting when he found that the person in front of him was a highly anthropomorphic intelligent butler robot.

She was covered in dark gold, with light flickering between the gaps in her visor.

[Equipment: V8 Butler Intelligent Machine]

[Manufacturer: Jingke Heavy Industry]

Kuang Xin continued to introduce the visiting guests to John.

The director of the ECPD, the congressman who has good relations with the West District, and even diplomats and senior military officials who manage the border wall...

He pointed with his chin towards the core area of ​​the banquet hall.

There is a specially equipped internal elevator, guarded by corporate soldiers, and only customers with an invitation number less than fifty can enter.

These customers are all senior executives of Jingke Heavy Industry and big bosses of the Black Gold Gang.

"I have observed that the councillor and the mayor are not present. Several important figures in Eden City should have also received the news."

Kuang Xin picked up the wine glass and adjusted his fancy suit and shirt.

"I have completed the guiding mission assigned to me by Oros. Now I am going to talk business with some familiar clients."

He said goodbye to John with a smile and left the second floor.

[Mission target update]

[Go to the core area of ​​the banquet to contact Guzha. (Not achieved)]

"Oh Falk."

John cursed under his breath.

He walked towards the core area with a try-it-out attitude.

Here comes the second round of inspection.

Soldiers from the Jingke Heavy Industries blocked their way.

They were wearing standard weapons and exoskeleton kits. The muscles under the equipment were bulging and hard, and just standing there was quite oppressive.

John pulled out the invitation and scanned it.

Sure enough, I passed it smoothly.

[Team Channel Invitation: Olaus Grenada]

[How did you get in? ]

"The job that Guzha assigned me is in the backfield area. I'm not sure what this bastard wants me to do yet."

John moved alone among the crowd of party guests.

[Keep in touch with me. I just got some news. Senior soldiers from the Fuki Group may be trying to sneak into the party.]

"Are they here to join in the fun too?"

[It's understandable, right? The AI ​​Matrix caused the Japanese to suffer heavy losses. Now Vito has a second one in his hand, which means the Black Gold Gang can come again. Do you think Haruhiko Fataki will just sit there and wait for the explosion? ]

John sneered twice and said nothing.

It is very normal to make personal calls at a party.

Some media practitioners even broadcast live events via voice, and as long as they don't run around recording, people will generally be tolerant.

Most of the guests inside traveled in groups.

Clients with sensitive identities will basically bring bodyguards with them. International superstars will also bring their agents and nannies. Social maniacs like Kuang Xin will even bring their sexual partners or newcomers who want to climb the social ladder.

"How could someone come in here with a weapon?"

[They are arms dealers, and some... well, they are simply powerful and wealthy. Business competition is life-threatening, and the organizers can understand that.]

"Fuck, that's not fair."

John passed by a senior executive of Jingke Heavy Industries.

Next to him stood the security robot.

This piece of iron is full of high-tech, with a black barrel, smart ammunition, and data flashing in the red bullet-hole eyepiece.

“It’s like a weapons exhibition.”

John was complaining when he suddenly received a call from Guzha.

(End of this chapter)