My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 197 197: Friends

There have been a large number of personnel changes within the Black Gold Gang.

Fortunately, the gang is in a stage of rapid expansion, and there are enough industries and manpower to provide room for promotion.

For example, a black boxing match.

Its scale and venues are constantly increasing, and each sub-area has a dedicated leader to operate and manage it.

"Like is such a fool. Oh, Rick was in charge of that place just now, bastard. He said he was just helping me relax and do a few punches to relieve the mental stress, but he almost got himself into trouble..."

Rick and Campbell are both new leaders.

Gilliad cursed, his prosthetic eye flickering, probably processing the news.

He is now also a gang leader, with powerful territory and a large number of subordinates. He is no longer the gangster wearing a flashy hoodie in front of the low-rent apartment.

"…Wait a minute, John, are you in trouble?"

Gilade suddenly turned his head suspiciously, as if he had heard something.

John asked while holding the water bottle and leaning against the water's edge guardrail.

"Tipsy Bikini has a new owner. Did you know that? His name is Campbell."

"Ah, I know him, the old man in the gang, but no one likes him except the top brass..."

Gilad oversimplified the issue.

Tipsy Bikini was Angelica's place, but now it was suddenly occupied by a stranger. Maybe she had done something that made Mr. Mercenary unhappy.
"If it's because of the business, I have to explain that he doesn't have the guts to seize Angelica's territory. It's all the will of the higher-ups..."

Gilade said this, glancing at Gino, whose face was already showing anger.

He immediately made his position clear.

"Hey, Gril, don't get me wrong. If I had the chance, I would definitely blow this idiot's head off... John, you... uh, what's with that expression?"

Gilliad seemed to realize something, but he didn't quite believe his own guess.

"Brother, did you kill him?"

“Yep.”

John repeated what had happened in the afternoon.

Gilade listened in silence and sighed.

"Bro, he's a gang leader, you can't just give it to him like that... hey."

The Black Gold Gang had just adjusted to the situation of two people in charge, and the small leaders were still consolidating their territory and absorbing fresh blood. Even Mr. Vito didn't have the time to clean up John's mess.

"It's ok."

John didn't take it seriously at all.

Many people, including Gilad, thought John was very close to the top leaders of the Black Gold Gang, but only he knew:

The big shots only care about calculations and interests. They think they have no weight at all, and killing them is nothing more than a matter of calculating the cost.

John smoked and looked into the distance.

Gino crossed his arms and suddenly glanced at him, as if he realized that something was wrong with John.

Gilliad scratched his curly short hair. He had not yet decided what kind of look he would like to have after his prosthetic body was upgraded.

He changed the subject and talked about trivial things in life.

Campbell's death did not leave a ripple in Gilad's heart, as if the person who died was not a gang member.

"Is Angelica okay? I heard some rumors..."

He asked proactively.

Gino's eyes also became eager.

John hesitated for a moment and spoke selectively.

"The rumors are true, so she is no longer suitable to appear in the West End, and may even leave the city forever."

A hint of regret flashed across their faces, then turned into relief.

Escaping from Eden City requires courage and luck.

Waves hit the embankment, signal lights outlined the contours of the viaduct, and the roar of a giant engine came from under the bridge piers. As some equipment started up, the sour smell in the air became stronger.

The core area of ​​Eden City is on the other side of the black water.

The neon lights and holographic projections rising into the sky are like gorgeous and intoxicating oil paints, but only those who are truly trapped in them know that behind the glitz is a burning pain that corrodes the soul.

Angelica might be lucky.

John took the initiative to break the silence.

"Can you help take care of Winna?"

"That bartender chick? Well, I have some impression of her. I'll have someone go and greet Campbell's lackeys. No one will retaliate."

Gilad runs the largest rental company in the West End, so all he needs to do to find a job for a pretty girl is just a matter of talking.

Gilad was delighted to see John appear.

Comparison……

Who Wen Na was, what trouble she got into, and how her life was affected were all trivial matters in his eyes.

"It's nice to see you guys. Hey, this is very important to me. Things in the gang make me upset. The better I get, the fewer people I have who can be called friends. I value those long-term relationships..."

"Okay."

John interrupted his lyrical confession by pressing down his cigarette butt.

"I'm straight."

Gino folded his arms and shook his head.

“I’m gay.”

The implication is that there is no chance for either of them, so don't go with the corny plot.

Gilliad was choked to the point of being speechless and could only raise his middle finger in response.

"...You two are such assholes."

The three of them laughed at the same time, like friends.

The matter has been resolved.

Gilad had to return to Yihu Rental Company to handle the business that had been delayed during this period.

Gino got in the passenger seat next to John.

"Your car looks like it was hit by a T-Rex. It's really degraded. You used to drive a supercar and a motorcycle."

John smiled and shook his head.

Gino said that, then he took out tools from his waist bag, repaired the radio, connected the data cable, and hacked into several illegal frequency bands.

Late night bloggers are all extremists.

The yellow garbage in their minds is rich enough to arouse the numb citizens of Eden.

John turned the steering wheel and headed into the basement of the Borago Building.

The hustle and bustle of the city at night was instantly blocked out.

The wall lamps extend infinitely on the wall covered with fluorescent graffiti.

Gino asked unexpectedly.

"What happened to you?"

"what?"

John turned his head and found her staring at him.

"What do you mean?"

"To be honest, there's something wrong with you. I heard that the incident at the Borago Club was quite serious. Are you seriously injured? Are you not fully recovered yet or what..."

John didn't say anything, but his smile became much calmer.

Gino seemed to have gotten the exact answer.

"How bad?"

She demanded, staring into John's eyes.

[Mission target update]

[Hide your medical condition. (optional)]

【Tell the truth. (optional)】

The main quest suddenly popped up a new progress.

John didn't like to talk, didn't like the sense of responsibility that came with close relationships, and didn't want his death to affect anyone.

The Carlomont van was parked in the public parking space at the corner.

John tapped the steering wheel.

"I have ten days left."

"Oh, for God's sake."

Gino covered his mouth subconsciously.

John didn't know how to explain it, so he just mentioned it briefly.

"The symptoms I told you about have worsened."

"how so!?"

Gino reached across the console, gave John a gentle hug, and returned to his seat with an expression of disbelief.

"I can't handle losing two friends in a short period of time."

"...Hey, don't be like this." John felt inexplicably stressed.

Gino frowned and thought for a long time.

"You asked me to contact the serum. Is it still useful now?"

"Uh, sure."

John felt a flash of joy in his heart.

"Any news?"

"Not yet, but I can think of a way and give you an answer later... Go home now and clean yourself up, then go see Angelica."

Gino gave his advice, opened the car door and left.

As soon as John started the car, there was a knock on the main driver's window, and Gino circled back to the front.

"Help me give it to Angelica."

She took off the silver stud on the top of her left ear.

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Angelica's current identity is very sensitive. If her whereabouts are exposed, it will be bad for both her and Gino. The parting gift can only be delivered to John.

"See you later. Don't give up. Wait for my news."

Gino was serious about his commitment to John.

"……Ah."

John looked at her back, was silent for a long time, smiled and shook his head - friends were a very special interpersonal relationship for him.

[Eden City-No. 013 Denny Street]

The Carlomon truck was eventually abandoned in the corner of an alley, waiting for a visit from a car thief who couldn't afford to eat.

John walked into the familiar apartment hall.

The omnic wearing a golden mask raised his head slightly.

It welcomed John home with a formulaic electronic voice, reported the monthly bill and service package, and reminded him that there was an unopened package in the basement.

The elevator goes directly to the corresponding floor.

The air conditioner in the apartment turns on automatically, and the transparency of the floor-to-ceiling windows and the light strips are adjusted to the most comfortable atmosphere.

Nothing seems to have changed.

During John's short and exciting mercenary career, he didn't even have a good sleep in the apartment many times.

There wasn't much life in the room.

The furniture was all marinated with self-cleaning aromatherapy.

John threw the sour and torn clothes into the trash and drowned his senses with warm water in the shower.

He ached all over his body.

There was a life countdown on the arm, and a dark green glow spread in the hazy mist.

There was a dripping sound from the kettle at the bar.

John took a sleeping pill and fell asleep with soothing aromatherapy, but woke up naturally two hours later.

There is no obvious feeling of fatigue.

But this is not a good thing. Instead, it shows that some changes have occurred in the body's functions under the stimulation of drugs, sending out signals of imminent collapse.

John got up, poured himself a cup of coffee, and started to work.

Angelica has been picked up by the emergency team.

According to normal procedures, it is necessary to query the hospital where she is currently receiving treatment through the contract sequence.

But this order was handled by Orlos.

John decided to try a different approach.

He called Mr. Vito - as a father, he would definitely be concerned about Angelica's whereabouts.

The call went to voicemail.

[It's me, John. I can now go and complete the second half of the commission.]

John left the message and hung up.

He stood up, ordered a high-end shirt from room service, put on a work jacket with cooling patches, and returned to his familiar mercenary look.

The light strip in the workshop came on.

John maintained the weapons he brought back.

There is a fully automatic robotic arm set on the metal table. It was customized at a high price through the cabinet. Two boxes of bullets were collected, including armor-piercing, combustion, electric corrosion, intelligent general-purpose and other models...

Every detail in the workshop contains John's yearning for life when he embarked on the path of mercenary.

It seems a bit unfortunate now.

Fifteen minutes later.

John received coordinates in his mailbox from an unknown account.

He dressed neatly, took his weapon bag, and took the elevator to the exclusive garage downstairs of the apartment building.

[User prompt: Unchecked express delivery*1]

Boneshard said he would give John a reward.

Thump thump thump…

Six spotlights from the ceiling shine down, and you can see a new and shiny supercar.

[Vehicle: Ethanburg-Silver Knight 577 [Modified]]

John walked around the familiar yet unfamiliar supercar in front of him.

All the fashionable designs originally made in pursuit of retro racing were removed, and the body of the car was replaced with a lightweight armor module.

The black glaze looks like baked paint, but if you look closely you will find subtle scaly textures, soft metal used, and a nearly transparent explosion-proof coating.

Car brands announced at the show that new U.S. stealth drones use the same material.

John waved his finger.

The disc pattern on the floor rotates and rises, revealing the details of the wheels and shock absorbers - the entire car only retains the core technical design of the Ethan Burg supercar series, and all other decorative parts have been replaced.

The vehicle does not have a biometric authorization lock set.

Snapped!
John snapped his fingers.

The super sports car made a low humming sound. Just getting close to it made me feel my internal organs trembling and my soul boiling.

The scissor doors unfold.

The breathing light flashes rhythmically.

As soon as John got into the driver's seat he smelled the same fragrance as the car casino.

It was very dark inside the car and the only thing you could see was the dark gold texture on the leather surface.

John pulled out the data cable and connected it to the car system. The black light overwrote everything rudely, and the information about the car's condition appeared in his pupils as a data stream.

[Device reconnected, system data updated, added to new vehicle. ]

The entire vehicle's condition appeared on the window glass in front of John.

He saw a lot of high-end gadgets in the detailed configuration that he had only seen in company promotions. It is no exaggeration to say that this new Ethanburger is a dream that most people in Eden City will never be able to achieve in their lifetime.

[Contact-Ethan Rutledge [unread message]]

An email notification popped up in John's field of vision.

The black light destroyed the positioning system and device authorization that Bonesharp had left in the car.

He must have received the news immediately.

[I put a lot of thought into this car. If you die one day, I will definitely recycle it.]

"Fuck, this idiot really wants to keep it for himself!"

John sneered and complained, wishing he could give Bone Shatter a middle finger from a distance.

There is a second half to the email.

[What a pity! I thought you had died somewhere. I didn't expect that the first thing you did after returning to the West District was to kill the leader of the Black Gold Gang. Let me remind you not to make things too ugly.]

Boneshard's reaction was calmer than John had expected.

He did not retaliate with great fanfare, as if the death of his leader was a trivial matter. This just showed that something important distracted Bone Crusher's attention, leaving him no time to deal with the troublesome mercenaries.

hum-

There was a sound of surging air coming from the underground garage of the Borago Club.

All the customers and gangsters hanging around here couldn't help but look in the direction of the engine.

A supercar with a black body and a light blue tail drifted around the thick pillars, stepped on the accelerator and flew directly over the slope, landing steadily in the middle of the colorful road.

The numb passers-by turned their heads back.

It covered the neon lights of the City of Eden, its speed increasing, and its heart-stirring sound waves steadily overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the streets.

John held the steering wheel, ignoring the soaring speed until the data stream on the surface of the artificial eye was loaded and all functions and vehicle details were mastered.

Bone slag has equipped this supercar with a very interesting function.

[Module: Urban Camouflage]

A layer of honeycomb cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the sports car, and colorful streams of light spread from the hood to the rear of the car. As the waves disappeared, the originally black glaze turned into a silver-spliced ​​shell, and the taillights turned into the classic inverted V shape of the Silver Knight 577.

John drove his supercar through the gang and ECPD barriers.

While the newcomers were still looking at each other and discussing, the old men on the streets of the West District had already remembered the familiar Silver Knight 577 and the mercenary story behind it.

(End of this chapter)