My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 20 020: Driving at Night

"I accept."

John readily agreed.

"Smart move."

Nando took out another rag. "You haven't modified your respiratory system, have you? Now, cover your mouth and nose. The sand outside the city and the toxic air after the war will make you suffer from lung disease."

[Equipment: black sand filter scarf]

[Description: Made of biological fabric, soft and comfortable. Putting it around your neck is like wearing a high-collar inner layer. When you turn it up, it can cover your mouth and nose, and you will not feel any suffocation in breathing at all. 】

Nando was so busy that he left quickly.

John was put to catch up on his sleep in a shack in the rest area.

There were several industrial thick mattresses on the alloy bed, and a mosquito repellent lamp was placed above the head. Camp members came in and out repeatedly. In the same noisy environment, it was better to sleep more peacefully in the restaurant lounge.

I don’t know how long it took.

John was dazed and felt something heavy hit his chest.

He subconsciously reached out and grabbed a hot soft bag, smelling the aroma of food at the same time.

"Eat something, it's time to work."

Elona appeared at the door and tapped her watch.

"The car is still the same one as last time. In the maintenance area with the searchlight on the east side, find a guy named Screwdriver to get the key..."

She said and started to change her coat. It was windy at night, so she had to wear anti-freeze clothing. Her lower body was still the familiar work pants and tactical boots.

John silently opened the food and ate it.

The classic Mexican rice dumplings are made from noodles, synthetic meat, seasoned with some cheese and hot sauce, wrapped in corn leaves, steamed and easy to pack.

John pulled the thing around his neck and asked: "The equipment Nando gave me, he seems to be showing kindness to me, why?"

"He wants you to join the Damascus camp."

"So that's it. You can tell me straight. It makes me hairy. It's more convenient for you to keep going like this."

"Are you coming then?"

Elona lifted her blond hair up from her clothes and tied it tightly, exposing the metal rivets at the top of her spine, which were covered by the fallen coat.

"The camp is expanding and we are in urgent need of manpower recently."

"It's okay to accept the commission, but forget about joining." John shook his head. "I'm not ready to be part of a group anymore."

He found the pit lane without any problems.

Floor-to-ceiling searchlights make the workshop as bright as day. Four or five cars are being inspected. The two walls are covered with tools and gadgets.

They use partitions and giant carriages to demarcate work areas, and even have dedicated paint shops and electronic weapons calibration systems.

The workshop was filled with explosive RAP.

A middle-aged man named Screwdriver slipped out from under the car.

He is a very strong black man with a shaved head and a mechanical arm in his left hand. After confirming John's identity, he gave the key.

boom.

John closed the door and got into the familiar off-road vehicle.

The Atlanta virtual network in my mind started, automatically connected to the device, and then erased the login traces in the background of the system.

He touched the steering wheel and finally breathed a sigh of relief - he had been frightened ever since he hacked the car, but fortunately no one in the Damascus camp noticed it.

bang bang.

The car window was knocked.

John's heart skipped a beat and he turned around to see the screwdriver standing outside the car.

The other party raised his chin and said: "I have your Ethan Berg in my hands. Do you have any ideas about modifications? I try my best to take care of the customer's needs."

John followed his gaze.

The Silver Cavalry was suspended in mid-air, and the robotic arm was welding, as if trying to dig out all the bullets embedded in the car body.

He tentatively asked: "The Silver Cavalry has a weapon module. Can you help me install an automatic gun mount?"

"no big deal……"

Screwdriver pondered for a moment, seemingly reminiscing. "The armor is all broken, and the front windshield needs to be replaced. Do you have any requirements for the weight of the vehicle-mounted defense?"

John thought hard about it. "I'm used to driving fast, and I can accept glass up to D3 level. If the armor weight is too high, it will affect the engine torque."

"Expert, no problem man."

The screwdriver tapped the frame, clearing the way. "I only modify cars for people who know their stuff. Only those who know the stuff will cherish it. Don't worry and go to work. Come back to the campground to pick up the car from me tomorrow. The finished product will never let you down."

buzz~
Miles hit the gas and came to the entrance of the camp.

Elona threw in a body-length package as usual, which was full of high-strength weapons. Then she opened the car door and got into the passenger seat, and privately sent the communication verification code to John.

[New communication channel detected, connecting...]

After John adjusted the equipment, he heard Nando's rough voice.

"Hey, hey, hey, check your equipment again. If you leave something behind, go get it. I hate taking little devils out for picnics."

"The coordinates are sent to the system, so go on your own."

The Damascus camp was built on the road outside the city.

It was midnight, and the convoy drove out one by one, returning to the main road and starting to keep distance in sections.

At the front is a light frame vehicle, which is fast and has a low chassis. It is mainly used to detect intelligence for the team.

John and the others were in the second echelon, loaded with off-road vehicles and armed with ammunition. If a fight broke out, they would be the first to organize a counterattack.

Nando followed the armored car to the finale.

Plato - Frigate T1.

A dark, high-tech tank with alloy iron skin that can make people feel desperate. It is equipped with a radar scanner and an anti-aircraft electromagnetic gun. If the Exile really dares to cause trouble, he will definitely be beaten to a pulp.

John and Elona didn't communicate much.

The in-car channel was full of dirty jokes, and the journey was a little boring until the sky lit up on the horizon, revealing the desolation of the suburbs.

Most of the creatures outside the city have become extinct.

Yellow sand and drought-resistant plants are unchanging scenery. If a fool without wandering experience leaves the city of Eden, it is easy to get lost in the wilderness and be buried in an unknown corner by a sandstorm.

The sky was completely bright, and news finally came from the earphones.

"When we arrive at our destination, everyone is on alert."

The convoy left the main road in a mighty manner, surrounded by rolling hills. Vehicles occasionally passed by on the abandoned dirt road. They were all escort teams traveling between cities.

This is what John does at Tiebang Logistics.

The rail transit outside the city was completely abandoned decades ago, and all the metal materials were completely torn apart by homeless people. Only two parallel dents were left, twisting and twisting into the distance.

If you want to distribute materials across regions, in most cases you can only rely on primitive armed escort, and this business is occupied by logistics companies.

If you can't afford high-standard armored vehicles and combatants, you can only choose slightly cheaper mercenaries.

Self drive?

Good advice to die.

The living environment outside the city is very harsh, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is full of dangers.

As cities declared independence from each other, companies took away the land and farmers rallied to become the original wanderers.

Their social structure can be divided into families, clans, tribes and nations. The larger the number of people becomes, the larger they become. They usually migrate in the form of camps.

Damascus is one of these small branches.

And those lunatics, traitors, and perverts who were expelled from the family formed a huge hostile force...

Outcast.

These guys are doing evil in the wasteland, fighting each other with family forces, and even getting together with gangs and scavengers to do business of robbing families and homes.

"There is a high probability that there will be a fight this time, so be careful."

Elona said expressionlessly.

John drove the car over a section of railway track and towards a high slope with a wide view.

Inside the valley is the official trading place.

He got out of the car and found a shelter to drain the water.

Elona quickly set up a kinetic sniper.

　A few more chapters will be updated tonight. Let’s get up and read it tomorrow, okay~
　　
　
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