My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 192: Bone slag's position
John was covered with a yellow blanket symbolizing the wounded.

With his leg sprained and on crutches, he followed Eden out of the chaotic Borago Club.

The West Side business district was hit hard.

The special operations team began to eliminate all armed forces around the building, and all living gang members were affected.

John could clearly hear the screams.

The faint wailing in the wind was definitely not something a madman could make. Some of the people were just survivors left in the building. Maybe they just grabbed a pistol to save their lives, or their implants were affected by the network shielding and they cried out in pain, or they were just a little closer to the guns and ammunition on the ground...

None were spared.

The SAT's purges are brutal.

They are the last line of defense in this city's war. They make no compromises and never shy away from any dangerous mission.

The base of the Borago Building has been surrounded by NCPD and SAT vehicles.

The red electronic warning line, combined with the cyberspace blockade, has affected the city’s network within a one-kilometer radius.

Even private cars driving normally will be taken over remotely. If you force your way close, you will not be greeted with warnings and inquiries, but with ground fire from the hovercraft.

"Cleaned up, sir."

Members of the special operations team came to report their results to Eden.

Although they made normal sounds, it was still frightening to listen to, especially the SAT's standard multi-eye tactical helmet, which covered the area above the bridge of the nose, like the compound eyes of an insect.

Eden did not avoid John when assigning tasks.

The chaos at Borago Tower triggered the city's defenses.

The special operations team officially moved into the West District.

Including but not limited to street curfews, gang fight mediation, and hunting down and killing insane cyber lunatics.

This was a massive cleanup operation.

Eden gave a series of orders and turned to glance at John.

"Are you sure you don't need medical assistance?"

"I have a doctor I trust. Well, I'm just worried that you'll turn me into someone like them. It's a little...uncomfortable."

John deliberately kept his distance from the members of the Special Operations Team.

The aura emanating from this group of killers made people subconsciously feel repelled - just like the most primitive disgust and fear in the human heart.

Angelica has been sent out.

Mr. Vito's intelligence has been obtained.

John also wanted to confront Boneshard.

He vaguely sensed that there was something wrong with tonight's commission, and he also wanted to know what was going on with the body in the freezer.

[Mission target update]

[Find the location of the bone fragments. (Not achieved)]

The special operations team took over the scene.

Normal vehicles cannot escape the monitoring of the hovercraft.

Eden must know where the top Black Gold Gang members are going, and he lends John a "pass-through" car.

John got in the driver's seat and asked frankly and sincerely.

"What can I do for you? Hey, Eden, after the Internet prison incident, I really want to have a good talk with you."

"Fix the arms and legs first."

Eden looked at him expressionlessly, then left the scene surrounded by SAT team members who were equipped with advanced prosthetics.

"Arms and legs? Oh, okay."

John gave a self-deprecating laugh.

With one arm and one leg, he drove a dilapidated Carlomont and left the Borago Club through the holographic projection of the electronic warning tape.

The coordinates Eden provided were on the edge of the West End.

John knew there was a casino there, which was owned by Guzha, so he simply turned off the navigation system and drove into the dark alley.

He is in a very bad state now and has no chance of winning the fight. It is not a good time to confront him face to face.

But John couldn't wait.

He needs to grasp every clue to survive.

【Danny Street-Car Casino】

The car stalled.

The wet ground in the alley was silvery white.

The scattered signs on the circular parking lot and the surfaces of high-rise buildings are emitting neon lights of different colors.

The music was loud and awful.

It seems to have some kind of sheltering effect, occupying people's minds and filling the emptiness deep inside them.

[Mission target update]

【Active linkage with bone slag. (optional)】

【Sneak into the casino secretly. (optional)】

John didn't think Bones would welcome him.

He staggered through the street thugs like a hapless man who had been robbed by ghouls and muggers, and even the custom practitioners didn't bother to take a second look.

This wasn't John's first visit.

He found the box extending from the casino line, approached it quietly, and strangled the smoking guard on duty with Yggdrasil's one arm.

The Black Gold Gang has deployed a large number of personnel to deal with the chaos in the West District.

John didn't have to worry about being surrounded. After a simple check, he pulled out the data cable and hacked into the closed-circuit camera.

【Auto Casino-Administrator Reception Room】

Guzha lay on his back on the sofa with his arms stretched out, his custom-made shirt open at the collar, revealing the tattoo on his chest and the heat dissipation pattern of the subcutaneous armor.

"Rutledge!"

The man across from the sofa roared loudly, calling Guzha by his real name.

"You are responsible for on-site security!"

"Huh, what do you mean?"

Guzha opened his eyes slightly and asked back nonchalantly.

The man across from me on the sofa was restless. He was a senior executive at Jingke Heavy Industries and seemed to be against Vito's faction.

"Hypnos is dead! He was in Borago's office! The Japanese's electronic dog didn't work, Vito shot him dead with a backhand shot. This old black guy really dared to shoot!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Bone slag seemed to have heard a joke.

"The board member is dead, Rutledge! You're responsible!"

The company executive was so angry that he couldn't sit still and grabbed the bottle of wine half-grabbed.

"Wow!?"

Gusha smiled and raised his head on the sofa, watching him walk behind him.

Company executives paced back and forth between sofas and floor-to-ceiling windows.

"You are responsible for the on-site security. You have ten thousand ways to kill that old Vito Russell. Why did her daughter get lost? Where is the person you sent to solve the problem?"

"I sent it, but unfortunately, the mercenary failed."

"You're talking bullshit. I'm more curious about what Vito promised that made you join forces with him! I'm not a fool, and neither are the board of directors!"

He was aggressive, his eyes wide open.

Guzha curled his lips and said nonchalantly.

"Didn't you say that? In the face of the company's interests, anyone can be sacrificed... even if he is a member of the board of directors."

A company executive named Basel heard the hidden meaning.

"Are there any old guys on the board who want Hypnos to die? I knew it, with that old guy Vito, how could he easily... Wait, do you know something? Who is behind this? Who else supports Hypnos, for the shares or for something else..."

"Oh my god, you have so many questions."

Bone stubble remained calm throughout, as if the unrest in the West District and the death of a member of the board of directors of Precision Heavy Industries had nothing to do with him.

He teased Bazel.

"Look, there are only a few things you care about: calculations, power, vested interests, business risks... Honestly, even after all this, you still can't get rid of the morals of 'corporate dogs'. You're tying a chain around your own neck."

"Oh, watch your words, Rutledge!"

"gentlemen."

"what?"

"When you address me by my first name, add sir."

The look in Guzha's eyes when he looked at him had changed. Through the top of the frame, the prosthetic eye seemed to be able to reflect a clear human figure.

"This is basic respect for the leader of the Black Gold Gang."

"Oh, then you should regret not joining us in killing Vito. His influence on the streets of the West District is not easy to eliminate. Now, there are two people in charge on the streets of the West District. Who is the Godfather?"

Bazel remained arrogant in front of Bone Stubble.

"We can support you and others. You are not the only option when the board makes a decision."

"Wow, are you threatening me?"

"You can understand it that way."

"First of all, you misunderstood me..."

Guzha finally stopped smiling and sat up straight.

"I don't have a daughter, and I'm not as indecisive as Vito. Secondly, if I were put in Vito's situation, all the board members present would be doomed, including you, Mr. Bazel."

The bone fragments stroked the empty fingertips and moved the eyeballs. The eyes seemed to have a metallic edge, anchored at him from the gap in the frame.

"Vito is really brave. He makes my blood boil. What does it feel like to kill a board member?"

"you……"

Bazel glared and wanted to fight back, but he lacked the courage.

He slammed the bottle down on the table by the window, quickly grabbed his suit and headed for the only exit in the room.

"You're fucking crazy too."

The room became quiet and dim.

The colorful neon lights and flashing blue and white police lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving only a deep blue. The twisting fluorescent murals and the music shaking the ground seemed to be separated by a thick barrier.

John finally dialed Bone Stubble's number.

He looked at the other person stretching his neck on the sofa and answered the call nonchalantly.

【I thought you were dead. 】

"Fuck you, you're kidding me?"

John had figured it out.

Gu Cha and Vito colluded with each other and both wanted to go against Jingke Heavy Industries.

He deliberately arranged for John to sneak into the venue, giving John the opportunity to contact Angelica when Vito was attracting attention.

"Aren't you afraid that I will really shoot? How are you going to explain this to Vito?"

[Wow, it seems like you have really figured it out. Who told you that? I have to re-evaluate your intelligence.]

Gu Za sat up with a comfortable expression.

[If I really shoot, will it be a loss to me? If that girl dies, Vito will really have nothing to worry about. ]

[However, in my plan, you will probably die at the hands of the Japanese, or be killed by Hypnos, oh, that company executive.]

[Vito is a good guy. If it were me, you would be useless and there would be no need to let you go... Hey, there is something wrong here. Why were you able to leave the Borago Club? ]

Bone stubble thought for a moment and then laughed.

"Let me guess, Vito wants you to get the chick out of town, right? I know he's got something planned."

"You're such a jerk."

[It seems that I guessed it right. Don't worry, John. I am a businessman. Overall, you performed well tonight. ]

The bone stump prosthetic eye flickered and waved its fingers in the air.

[I will give you a reward in the basement garage of the apartment. ]

"I don't want money. Tell me everything you know about the body, or we'll never be done!"

John huddled in the shadows, blood dripping from his hands and feet.

He looked up and could see the corner of the sign for the Auto Casino.

(End of this chapter)