My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 193 Chapter 193: Dying
Bone slag slowly raised his head and stared at the corner of the ceiling.

There is a secret camera there, equipped with a special plug-in from Argos Optics that is used to record transactions inside the casino and can even break through external lens jammers.

The key is……

Only Guzha himself knows this route.

He thought for a moment, smiled, shook his head, and spoke into the phone.

[There are quite a lot of tricks, ah... I didn't intend to hide it from you, because in my original guess, you shouldn't survive. ]

"Stop talking fucking bullshit, where's the freezer?"

[Western Border Checkpoint, at least, it was there when I sent it to you.]

Smuggling is the most common illegal activity at the border.

Many forces are eyeing this business. The wasteland outside the city checkpoints is controlled by wanderers and exiles. Of course, there are also companies specializing in inter-city transportation that are very influential.

But once you reach the checkpoint and enter the city, the gangs and companies begin to have more say.

The West District is the territory of the Black Gold Gang.

There are countless eyes watching those things that enter the country illegally.

Tonight, a few hours before Vito's retirement party, Gaia Cell Company sent in a batch of [experimental materials] through informal means. The documents and procedures seemed complete, but in the eyes of professionals, they were all full of loopholes.

The border checkpoint borers noticed it.

They thought it was a product of a big company, or an unreleased sample, in short, something valuable.

This kind of thing usually makes a lot of money.

The checkpoints themselves charge a hefty hush money.

If you meet an insider who knows the business, you can try to resell the things on the black market without anyone noticing.

It really doesn't work.

There is also profit to be made by taking a few photos and selling them to rival companies.

So these photos were passed down layer by layer and finally arrived in Guzha's mailbox.

the other side.

Both Bones and Mr. Vito investigated John.

There are more cameras in society than neon lights visible to the naked eye. The data barriers between companies are insurmountable. It is not easy to delete data because there will always be some corner recording your traces.

The information dealer got Welch's identity information.

The employee in the Tiebang Logistics Transportation Team looked quite different from the current John.

After further investigation, they discovered another situation.

Someone tried to make "John" socially disappear.

The files in Tiebang Logistics showed signs of deletion, the insurance information of the entire transportation team was cancelled, no such person was found in the ECPD citizen file database, and even the medical records at the company's cooperative hospital were gone.

Bone slag knew that there was something wrong with John's identity, but he had no clues.

until……

The border checkpoint sent the photos to his email address.

The "John Welch" of Tiebang Logistics is lying in the freezer.

Guzha immediately noticed the familiar face, and then at Vito's retirement party, he sent the document to John intact.

[I was also very busy and had no interest in secrets. I just wanted to stimulate you a little. Hmm, the effect was not bad.]

"So where is the body?"

John blurted out, wanting an answer but feeling a chill on his back.

"Wait, is he... am I dead?"

【Don't get excited, John.】

[How do I know if he is dead or alive? The freezer has already left the checkpoint and is probably lying in some laboratory of Gaia Cell.]

"You're kidding me!"

John punched the wall next to him, leaving clear bloody handprints.

"Even if I killed Angelica at that time, what could you give me!"

[Don't question my credibility, little rascal. If you had really done the job for me, I would have arranged for someone to rob the checkpoint. I wouldn't be interested even if you masturbated over a corpse afterwards.]

Guzha's tone became stronger.

He seems to be very concerned about his credibility.

The sound of sirens echoed high in the city.

Colorful neon lights were interspersed with red and blue flashing lights, the sound of gunfire was looming, and the chaotic streets gradually calmed down under the strong suppression of SAT.

Industrial smoke slowly settles.

Waste water fell in the wet alley, like a local light rain.

Guzha waited for a long time without receiving a response.

[John...? ]

The phone was hung up with a faint breathing sound.

Boneshard glanced again at the camera in the corner of the room.

[Eden City - Car Casino Periphery]

John was unconscious due to excessive blood loss. The first thing he did when he woke up was to hang up the phone with Bone Shatter.

The casinos would soon notice people were missing.

Bone slag may also be associated with problems with the camera's wiring.

John held onto the wall and stumbled to his feet, leaving a pool of light red blood mixture and the bodies of the Black Gold Gang thugs in the alley behind him.

He stripped off the dead man's hooded jacket to cover his face, stood up and walked towards the open area in front of the casino, blended into the crowd, and quietly walked away under the gaze of the Black Gold Gang thugs.

Sudden.

A few hooligans who were huddled in the corner smoking came out.

They just put their hands on John's shoulders and blocked his way, wanting to force something valuable from him, but soon they immediately noticed the torn shirt and twisted prosthetic limbs under the coat.

"Tsk, boring."

"Let's go, this fool has been attacked by the ghouls."

"It's still bleeding. It's a tough life."

……

The conversations were drowned out by tinnitus.

John was panting and walking slightly unsteadily. He had to focus his prosthetic eye several times before he could see the road in front of him clearly. When he regained consciousness, several thugs had already left cursing.

They considered themselves the unlucky ones who had been robbed.

If any of them had been more violent, or had seen the gun John had hidden under his clothes...

The ending will be different.

The gangsters will not be thankful for having saved their lives.

Because they can't predict the future, no one can, so every unlucky person living in the world must be responsible for his or her own choices.

John was thinking wildly.

He tried to focus, to sort out the clues, to avoid blacking out.

The information provided by the bone slag is limited but accurate.

Gaia cells have become an object that must be investigated. In addition to research related to the basal constitution, Welch's remains have also become a direction.

John sent the information to Olaus before he fell unconscious.

He left the casino and returned to the dilapidated Carlomont truck, taking out the injection given by Eden from the passenger seat.

[Drug: Combat Emergency (Extremely Effective)]

【Manufacturer: Gaia Cell】

The injection made a popping sound.

John's eyes widened and he gasped violently, his heart seeming to jump from his chest into his head.

He wiped away the blood from his nose and tears and started the car.

Medicines have a time limit, so I need to find a proper medical treatment right now.

[Mission target update]

【Go to Borago Member Hospital. (Optional)】

【Go to Haven Company. (Optional)】

[Go to the underground clinic in the East District. (optional)]

John regained his ability to think, turned the steering wheel, and was already on the road to the East District Commercial Street.

The task prompt gives three options.

The medical assistance available varies from location to location.

John now instinctively rejects the Borago Club - the capital behind it is Jingke Heavy Industry, and the managers are high-ranking officials of the Black Gold Gang, and no one is trustworthy.

Haven has strong resources.

John didn't want to continue to owe Eden a favor, but on the other hand, he didn't really understand Haven.

When the task prompt popped up, he made his choice.

Ryan Randall is John's most trusted doctor in Eden City.

【Eden City-Eastern District Underground Clinic】

The West Side was in tatters as gang warfare resumed. The East Side strip mall became a safe place to go, and the nightlife here both above and below ground peaked.

Nocturne Bar is located around the commercial district.

It is home to a large number of entertainment industries, high-end clubs, super-sensory chip entertainment centers, and 24-hour shopping malls.

As soon as John drove into the East District, he saw a patrol of white motorcycle gangs stepping on the accelerator to emphasize their presence.

Luxury cars and beautiful women gathered at the intersection and in front of the big steps.

Those young people showed off their personalized prosthetic limbs, wore colorful clothes, and laughed wildly in the hallucinogenic smoke and iced drinks.

John parked his car at a random spot.

The East End is full of hidden and overt tunnels.

John walked down the concrete steps and the passage inlaid with wall lights to reach the most prosperous underground world in Eden City.

A commercial district where daily expenses and black market transactions are mixed.

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The power behind them is the middleman Raphael.

The largest car sales center in the East District is their open business.

"Ahem, vomit..."

John's nasal mucosa was irritated by the warm smell that hit him in the face.

The ceiling lights are on full blast.

The old pipes and the outline of the parking lot are clearly visible.

In addition to the patrol forces employed by Raphael, there are also a large number of ordinary citizens, street men and women, gang newcomers, and mercenary teams...

Gang warfare fuels black market business.

Some leaders with a keen sense of smell and impressive resumes have begun to take orders from old customers.

Some missions require finding new teammates.

Arms dealers began to ship new items and accept custom orders.

Intelligence dealers with extensive information also need to reopen their channels.

……

Everyone is busy.

The wealth of war has made the entire city bloody and full of opportunities.

John walked through the surging crowd and the sultry air. His wounds went from itchy and painful to cold, and his body was on the verge of collapse, bringing about a strange neuralgia. In the end, even breathing became difficult.

He lost his balance and knocked over the rock singer's booth in the corner.

"Fuck it, asshole!"

"Look what you've done!"

"Die farther away from me!"

……

Cursing and shoving ensued.

John ignored it, pushed through the crowd and continued on his way.

The stalls that "grew" in the cracks of the buildings were filled with people. Their prosthetic eyes flickered in the smoke, and their gazes were hotter than bullet shells just fired.

dong dong dong.

John knocked on the clinic door as hard as he could.

The mercenaries and ordinary customers all looked indifferent when they saw John collapse at the door of the clinic.

A sound of slightly dragging footsteps came from afar.

"…Oh, damn, I'm getting used to it."

Ryan appeared in the doorway, crouched down to check John's vital signs, then sighed slightly regretfully.

He pulled off his rubber gloves and dragged John by his feet back into the clinic.

A few minutes later.

He appeared at the door with a mop and bucket, cleaned up the bloodstains, and hung up a sign saying the business was temporarily closed.

Deng.

The shadowless light comes on.

John lay naked on the operating chair, his eyes lifeless and blood plasma drawing a clear dotted line on his face.

The drugs made his mind foggy.

Every time John woke up, he would see that the doctor had changed his mask and gloves, and the robotic arm hanging from the ceiling was also different.

The operation seemed to be long.

John's wounds were mainly concentrated in his limbs.

Yggdrasil's strength was high, which protected his heart and other vital organs, but one of his arms was broken by a "big ghost" in Silver Port and was later replaced by a [Slider].

There was a serious distortion in the process of fighting against Longchuanze.

Doctors had to cut away the entire prosthetic limb and reattach muscle bundles while also dealing with burns and implants.

More than a dozen drugs were injected into John's body via syringes.

"The field doctor's technique is very professional."

The steel bar pierced John's thigh, the extended part of his foot prosthesis needed to be replaced, and the artery was severely damaged. If it weren't for Eden's emergency treatment and drug assistance, he would have died on the road.

These operations were not too difficult for Ryan.

What was really fatal was John's brain damage.

This was an irreversible injury caused by the side effects of the black light, and it was also evidence that he had deceived the god of death.

【Eden City-Eastern District Underground Clinic】

John gradually woke up from his coma.

There was a tube in his throat, his eyelids felt heavy, and he seemed to have lost his sense of time and space.

The bed was a little cold.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and vomit.

In the dim room, a sign made of light tubes lit up.

The latest progress of municipal projects was broadcast on the wall-mounted TV, and the host enthusiastically praised the contribution of the Faqi Group to urban reconstruction.

The gang wars have indeed restarted.

Life became more difficult for ordinary citizens.

Experts on the death lottery advise gamblers to let their imagination run wild, as the casualty figures reported on the news today once again set a new record.

ECPD's duty pressure is even greater.

Many police officers are overworked, complaining that they have not received the basic protections promised by the parliament, and even protests organized by trade unions...

"you're awake?"

Ryan appeared in John's sight.

He helped remove the tube and adjusted the proportions and composition of the medication.

"That's unexpected. I thought you were going to sleep till you died."

The doctor lifted John's eyelids and swung the flashlight.

"What number is this? Well, the light sensitivity of the artificial eye is normal, and the biological consciousness is also in the standard unit. It is not yet certain whether the thinking ability has been restored..."

John felt weak all over.

He raised his new arm and shook it.

This is a brand new Speedrunner, with higher specifications than the original one, but it is not covered with artificial leather, and the metal structure is exposed to the air, giving the feeling that the renovation surgery is not completed.

"I finally slept... Ugh!"

John felt acid rising up his throat, and he held onto the edge of the bed and vomited it out, his arms shaking.

"Half a month."

Ryan's eyes were very calm.

John also realized something.

"I'm going to hang up?"

"Yeah, you already knew that. It's nothing new."

The doctor tore off his hospital gown from his chest and pointed to the bulging medication tube next to his heart.

"This thing helps you share the pressure of your stomach. The other end extends from your neck to the back of your head, and there is a display on your wrist."

John turned his palm over.

A small screen is embedded at the end of the ballistic co-processor, and the breathing light is flashing slowly, just like a retro electronic watch.

"What does it mean?"

"The drug concentration is also the countdown to your life."

The dark green numbers are decreasing.

John stared at it for a moment, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

"How much longer?"

"Ten days."

(End of this chapter)