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Chapter 198: Hospital and Sabre
【Eden City-Saifikel Rescue Center】

The emergency response team has contracts with 90 percent of the private medical institutions in Eden City.

They use hovercraft and combat teams to rescue clients from hail of bullets, and then send them to different places for treatment based on their different membership levels.

The Safekel Rescue Center is of the highest quality, Platinum Level 3 grade, but it is the farthest from the city center, located at the fork of the ring road, next to Eden City’s largest wind turbine and photovoltaic power plant.

When visibility is high, you can even see the border wall.

Yellow sand blew through drought-resistant plants and concrete buildings, eroded the steel domes of flashing traffic lights, and covered the yellow landmark lines in a discontinuous manner.

hum-

Silver Rider 577 roared past, speeding along the winding ring road around the city.

The medical center's vehicle gate is manned by armed soldiers in six shifts, equipped with fixed turrets and electronic destroyers.

The wall is white-grey.

It has high-density armor plates inside, and drone-intercepting launchers in every corner.

The management is very concerned about the safety of customers.

John parked the supercar in a parking space on the road and looked around. Most of the cars around were cube-shaped nanny cars or six-wheeled Doug Louis.

This shows that most of the customers are business people.

Mr. Vito helped John register visitor information.

Almost as soon as John closed the car door, a chubby shuttle bus stopped in front of him.

A female receptionist wearing a Safekel uniform appeared holding a tablet and taught him how to use the membership functions.

John could tell that they mainly hoped that he could purchase the services of the emergency team and bind a medical institution.

"Come on, I think your place is worse than an underground clinic. It looks creepy."

He looked around through the bulletproof glass.

There are magnetic levitation tracks everywhere in Safekel, and shuttle buses move quickly along the dark gray roads.

The way from the parking lot to the inpatient ward passes through several buildings, where you can see a variety of signboards, and holographic projection signs indicate expensive medical services.

This design seems to be intended to give visitors a good impression.

[We welcome new customers to provide evaluations. You seem to be dissatisfied. Can you describe the specific part? ]

The receptionist was very patient.

Her facial features were delicate yet featureless, like a mass-produced industrial visor.

John noticed that she also had a behavioral chip inserted behind her ear, which flashed every few seconds, and her sleeveless skirt revealed two working prosthetic limbs with maintenance numbers on them.

"Forget it. I'm not interested in filling out forms."

John replied casually, resting his chin on his hand.

He had come into contact with the "Opinion Processing Center" at Tiebang Logistics.

The issues raised by customers will be used by the performance department to deduct employee salaries and bonuses, but will never be meaningful for the parts that the company needs to rectify.

[You just mentioned that it is not as good as an underground clinic. Would you be willing to provide the specific address? It will be convenient for us to compare the services...]

"Fuck, Shark Coin can tell that you guys are trying to suppress your peers. There's no need for that. The people who spend money there are not from the same world as you."

John gave a look of disgust.

If a customer really provides an address and says that a certain medical institution is better than Bifikl, they will definitely take commercial measures.

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The female receptionist was more patient than expected.

[Or can you provide some suggestions to help us understand where we are not as good as the underground clinic? Sefikel has the world's top medical technology, including automatic transplantation of graphene chips, and a total of twelve Eden City's highest life project laboratories...]

"Wow, wow, stop it, I don't understand it at all, it would be more appropriate for a rich person to brag."

John waved his hand.

It was a pity that he didn't know Angelica's house number, otherwise he would rather walk there.

The receptionist was still eager to try.

"…You are a show host or a talk show guest. If you don't find topics to talk about, you will be deducted from your salary, right?"

John was annoyed to the point of being speechless.

"If you must say, the rules of the underground clinic are well known. How much money is paid, how many jobs are done, and it depends on how strong your fists are. No one can say anything if you accept your fate. But in high-level prisons like yours, people are eaten without leaving any bones..."

The shuttle bus finally stopped.

John pushed the door open and walked through the area inspection gate without looking back.

【Visitor identity verification, Safekel Rescue Center welcomes you. 】

[Procedure Blocking: Default/Agree]

It is normal that weapons are not allowed in hospitals.

John placed his bag on the check-in counter at the entrance, and his Sian Westin and Mantis knife were blocked by the program installed in the corridor.

Of course, this is completely useless to him, just like fighting in a boxing match - if he encounters a situation he can't handle, he can just ask Black Light to remove the weapon restrictions.

Get it all done.

John finally arrived at Angelica's hospital room.

It would be more accurate to call it a single-family villa.

Compared to his cramped bachelor apartment, this place is as luxurious as a rock star's silver party castle, except that there is no swimming pool or exaggerated lighting design, but the area covered is similar.

"Sir, please come this way."

The receptionist waited quietly in front of John.

"Fuck, this is fucking scary, are you the same person, or did you all have plastic surgery based on the same mold?"

The receptionist didn't answer him, but smiled, as if she had finally learned to remain silent.

Electronic water sounds are playing in the courtyard, the stream is flowing lazily, and the air purifier is working around the clock. According to the previous introduction, holographic projection will be used to create a warm atmosphere when night falls.

Most of the green plants are common shrubs with signs of pruning but no vitality.

John walked up the short and narrow stone steps and found a man staring at him in front of the French window.

He had his hands behind his back, his white shirt was tieless, and his black twill trousers were straight as new.

Veteran.

The first time John saw him, he knew that he had a long military service experience.

He activated the scanning program of his artificial eye, and his pupils focused and enlarged to see more details. The other party's detailed information was also listed at the edge of his field of vision.

[Name: Hawthorne McCarthy (Saber)]

[Force: Mercenaries [Energy Heavy Industry]]

[Scan: Si'an Westin Tyrant V, secondary heart, alloy skeleton, plasma electric blade, etc.]

The man named Hawthorne nodded at him, tacitly approving John's scanning behavior.

He has a sharp face, short and thick hair, and exudes a calm and convincing temperament.

Hawthorne tapped his eye sockets gently.

"Hello, John. I don't think I need to introduce myself."

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his forearms were hairy, and two gold rivets were embedded in the middle of the heat dissipation seam.

"The information doesn't say what you are here for."

John's handshake felt heavy when he shook it.

Hawthorne's joints are very thick, and the ballistic iron plate on the palm is a hard type, which shows that he often uses things with a large recoil and does not care about the wear and tear of the grip at all.

For example, military equipment like Hercules MAX.

"I'm a mercenary, of course I'm here to work."

"specifically is?"

As they were talking, the uniformed receptionist passed by.

She still held the tablet in her hand, as if preparing to conduct a daytime patrol, just like the service she had advertised along the way.

John looked at her subconsciously, with Hawthorne's voice still echoing in his ears.

"I am responsible..."

Click.

John retreated almost subconsciously.

Si'an Westin activated automatically. His eyes gradually widened, and the data stream in his pupils flickered until everything in his field of vision slowed down to a fixed speed.

The picture gradually freezes.

Hawthorne broke the receptionist's neck in an extremely uncoordinated posture.

John didn't see the transition between the other party's actions at all, as if the process between handshake and murder was taken away.

When he reacted again, blood had covered half of the wall.

Hawthorne walked forward calmly, picked up the corpse's head and tore off the skin.

The face became a flickering mosaic.

[Prosthetics: Holographic Mimicry Mask]

【Manufacturer: Faqi Group】

The receptionist's face was fake.

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"I'm employed by Vito."

Hawthorne cut open the panel on the wall and called a real cleaning service.

"Don't make a fuss. There were 43 attackers in the past half month. Tsk tsk, there are many different methods."

"Did you kill them all?"

"Otherwise, mercenaries are different from sex dolls. They can't solve problems with their mouths."

Hawthorne suddenly told a dirty joke, which was inconsistent with his serious image and seemed to be trying to distance himself from others.

"No, uh, I mean, Fuck, you're pretty awesome."

John was indeed shocked by the number.

Hawthorne was very calm and chuckled, as if compared with the troubles he had dealt with, this order was not worth mentioning.

John asked instead.

"Who wants to kill Angelica?"

"Japanese people, congressmen, gangsters, even arms dealers and intelligence dealers, the opinions within the company are not very unified..."

The company Hawthorne was referring to was Precision Heavy Industries.

"Wait, you work for the company?"

"Haha, mercenaries get paid to do things, I just have a more fixed account to receive payments. Don't look at me like a corporate dog. The world is big, and the interpersonal relationships in a company are much more complicated than you think."

Hawthorne used the hallway sink to wash the blood from between his fingers.

He introduced them casually.

There are many factions within the company, and the branches and positions are as complex as nerves. Each system is independent and competitive with each other, just like a miniature version of Eden City. However, for Precision Heavy Industries' global business territory, Eden City is only a small part.

"The free will advocated by mercenaries is a very idealistic thing, but the price is very high. Most of them can only survive by starving themselves."

Hawthorne shook off the water, walked to the dryer, tilted his head and smiled.

"I came here mainly to repay Vito's favor."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Isn't it obvious? We are offering you a long-term contract. It's not the Black Gold Gang, but Jingke Heavy Industry. You will be specially recruited by the European security department. Don't rush to refuse. We will provide the highest-end medical services to help you solve some of your physical problems."

Hawthorne's eyes were very sincere and his words were full of hints, as if he could see through his secrets.

[Mission target update]

【Accept Sabre's invitation. (Optional)】

【Reject Sabre's invitation. (Optional)】

The main task jumps out of progress.

John realized that the choice at this moment was a matter of life and death.

He only has ten days to live. If he uses it frugally, it will be enough for him to deal with the consequences, unless there are new clues.

"I am not interested."

But John still walked past Hawthorne and headed towards the distant ward.

He didn't know how many secrets Jingke had mastered about him. The price behind his choice might not be easier than death. If he handed his life over to Jingke, he might even find it difficult to die.

Snapped.

John suddenly felt his shoulders getting heavy, and when he turned his head he noticed a wet hand.

"You resort to force if you can't reach an agreement? I'm not surprised."

"Thinking too much."

Hawthorne smiled and shook his head.

"You have no experience in dealing with trouble, so you'd better listen to my advice."

As a mercenary, he was only responsible for handing Angelica over to John. Strictly speaking, the commission had ended.

"Those who want to kill her won't give up just because I leave. Vito and I both doubt whether you have the ability to get him out of the city, so we made some preparations."

Hawthorne took out the spare blanket that had been prepared long ago from the utility room in the corridor.

He packed up the body in the hallway and disguised it as a complete lady.

"Hold it when you go out, as gently as if it were your own girl, put it in the passenger seat, fasten the seat belt, and then drive your high-profile sports car as fast as possible, so that everyone's attention is on you..."

Hawthorne tilted his head to indicate the inside of the ward.

"She, go by herself."

"Do you think the others are idiots? She would be followed even if she walked on her own!"

John wanted to retort.

Hawthorne was like a patient senior and actually gave an explanation.

Safekel has dozens of rescue missions every day, and the floating city and ground auxiliary vehicles are on standby at all times.

Fifteen minutes after John leaves, a "Platinum Member" will be robbed.

Angelica will follow Sefikel's rescue team to the high-end apartment building in the northernmost part of Eden City.

There will be gunfights in the docking area.

Smoke will cover the entire building.

At this time, there will be a transport truck in the underground parking lot, heading towards the border wall. Inside are two stowaways who want to leave through the vagrant channel.

But this, too, is a cover.

Angelica would get on the news radio station's hovercraft at the scene of the accident, leave near the company's headquarters, and transfer to a nanny car with a full set of medical equipment and accompanying personnel.

"That's called a retreat. You have to admit your lack of experience and then learn."

"..."

John could not object to this arrangement.

He can learn, but he may not have the corresponding resources. As a mercenary, especially a lone wolf, this is a shortcoming that is difficult to make up for.

Hawthorne seemed to want to tell John the benefits of joining the company by showing him the resources.

He did not continue the invitation and changed the subject.

"Is the gun that killed the executive of Truekrypton still there? I heard it was a Faki silencer."

"..."

John said nothing, but gestured to the door with his eyes.

He had just placed the weapon bag on the reception desk.

"I want that gun as an additional reward for this commission, just as a collection interest of mine."

"Vito didn't pay?"

"That's something else. You have to pay for it yourself."

"…That's weird. Take it if you want it."

"Don't underestimate it. That gun killed a member of the board of directors of Essence Krypton. You also held it. The weapon used by every mercenary when doing great things is commemorative. This kind of gold plating cannot be given by any accessories or modification schemes."

Hawthorne smiled and patted his shoulder again, picked up the suit jacket on the windowsill and walked out.

“It’s called legend.”

(End of this chapter)