My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 48 048: Good things turn evil

Nothing happened in the passage.

The new residents are very understanding and friendly.

John came to the rolling shutter door, raised his hand and saw that the ground plug was not locked. Then he looked at the camera next to him and found that it simply moved the focus and did not start scanning.

He slowed down his movements cautiously, put away the alligator, and then took out his silenced pistol.

wow——

The rolling shutter door was lifted entirely.

John lowered his center of gravity to ensure that he could see the situation inside clearly at the first time.

The expected ambush did not appear.

The store is still the same as when I left it last time, with familiar metal shelves and long tables, rows of second-hand shelves, bullet holes in the wall on the right, the poster of the band Noise has faded with moisture, and the light bars and wires are all different. Half of it hung down.

Rock music continued to blast from the speakers.

The cupboards tipped up on the table.

He took off a piece of super-sensory chip player and wore a greasy mohawk on top of the metal mask.

The cupboard looked at the gun in John's hand suspiciously: "Are you finally going to try to rob me?"

"Fuck you, the monitor didn't move, I thought you were killed." John pointed at him twice with the muzzle of his gun.

"I have a small monitoring program that wakes me up when customers come to the door. As a VIP customer, it will skip the scan and automatically unlock the door... Uh-huh, you know, who doesn't have secrets? Some customers are It’s inconvenient to search.”

The cupboard picked up the rag on the table and wiped her hands, then gave him a wink. "Especially for a street star like you, you have to have some privacy."

John raised his arm, put the gun away, and frowned again.

There was an indescribable fishy smell in the room.

"Fake, you're really big on the cabinet... Were you sitting here just now, playing with the super-sensory chip?"

"It's obvious."

"Damn it, someone should have rushed in and killed you."

"Hey, why are you so strict? As the best second-hand dealer on Youdong Street, I'm under a lot of pressure."

He lit a cigarette in the cupboard and patted the metal table. "This is my life and fortune, man. I don't feel comfortable ordering takeout. The first time you come to my place is to sell movies."

John didn't intend to argue with him, so he threw the mechanical key directly.

"I just started a business, and I need to recycle some debris. There is a Calomont parked under the bridge nearest to the door. Let's throw it to the car scrapping shop."

"As you command, sir!"

The cupboard raised two fingers and crossed his forehead, his prosthetic eyes flickered a few times, then he grabbed the keyboard and tapped it gently.

The monitoring screen begins to switch.

A lens on the screen zoomed in, just enough to see the Calomon pickup truck, as well as the homeless people and criminals wandering around.

John didn't leave in a hurry. He turned around and asked him about the subcutaneous armor.

The cupboard pursed his lips and shook his head: "Man, you know my rules, sell goods with odd numbers and receive goods with even numbers. But you are a VIP after all. You are allowed to make a reservation in advance. I will courier a good thing to the Denny Street apartment tomorrow. .”

"Prosthetic body?"

"NOPE, it's the design drawing of the clothing plug-in."

Subcutaneous armor is a milestone technology in the cyber era. It has had an unimaginable impact on the traditional body armor market.

But after a brief period of panic, everyone gradually realized that they could have both.

Material technology is constantly innovating in the involution of various companies. In addition to traditional ceramic plates and polymer fibers, body armor inserts have also successively introduced interlayers such as biofat and new silicon carbide.

Modification and upgrades are an eternal theme.

Now that firearms, flesh and blood, and even nerve strength and thinking ability can be enhanced, equipment vendors will naturally reserve module slots on armor.

The cabinet is a high-tech mezzanine.

He said that this thing came from the Plato Warehouse that was bombed some time ago - as a professional merchant, when he heard about it, he would definitely rush to collect the dirty things. Fortunately, he had a strong relationship and got a few good things.

John didn't answer, but leaned on the table and watched the picture on the monitor.

"Were there so many people here before?"

The cupboard was dealing with miscellaneous items on the computer, answering questions one by one.

"They have all come in recently. Decent jobs on the street are precious. More people are like you, wanting to make their own way in this shit basin... Some join gangs, some Those who take part-time jobs and have good basic skills will become the new faces in clubs and alleys, and in the end they will become the sneaky thieves."

"I just came from the Black Engine Restaurant. It's not peaceful in Europe lately?" "You should ask when it will be peaceful. Conflicts of interest between companies are the same every year."

The cabinets have a mediocre tone.

"The biggest impact is on the ghouls. Homeless people are just free money in their eyes... These beasts have been eating so much lately. Some of the new ones even feel alive. When he stopped going, he joined in and started beating sap and cutting out kidneys."

He pointed to the playback device on the table.

"Several gangs that make serious films have appeared in the black market recently. Several of my old customers have never appeared again. I suspect it has something to do with them."

"Are you investigating?"

"Haha, do I look like the Virgin? This is the City of Eden, John. If someone steps on the city's head, someone will have their body eviscerated in the stinking ditch. There is nothing to complain about."

John was noncommittal.

He also knows how difficult the world is, but he keeps upgrading and transforming himself in order to make his thoughts more clear.

John didn't ask further questions and said calmly: "Okay, call me if you need anything."

"John, do you know? I have said long ago that people like Gnaeus who are going crazy will suffer consequences sooner or later because of their soft-heartedness. What is smart about you is that you can realize the importance of armor and weapons. .”

The cupboard continued to cross its legs and added before John went out.

"No one will comment if you use ghouls to practice shooting, but don't think of yourself as a hero. Human bullets will kill you, and no technology can protect you. At most, you can trample a few to death within your power. Cockroach, I will write an anonymous letter to the police station and ask them to award you an award."

John raised his middle finger and turned to leave.

[Eden City - Street of Green Road, East District]

The neon signs became clear, and the ads featured muscular men and hot girls in various sultry poses.

buzzing-

Ethan Berg Alloy RCH slowed down slowly and finally stopped at the traffic light.

John was on his way back to his apartment.

He stretched out his legs and stepped on the rolling projection that prohibited traffic. He sat up straight and admired the night view of the city with an expressionless face.

The motorcycle's navigation coordinates are vertically forward.

[Temporary mission-Temptation (57s↓)]

[Rewards: unknown illegal chips, contraband, cash]

A temporary mission suddenly popped up in front of John's eyes.

There is also a decreasing number next to the title.

He squinted his eyes and found that the numbers floating in front of him overlapped with the traffic light time, and it was easy to think of the waiting vehicles around him.

John looked around.

He noticed that the driver of the van next door seemed to have a sinister look in his eyes.

[Name: Osama Blanchard]

[Force: Ghoul]

When John looked at the other person, the guy just looked away. There was another person sitting in the co-pilot, all looking suspicious.

He could vaguely hear the sound of metal clanking.

Maybe it's a kinetic micro-punch, or a street troll, or maybe it's some kind of metal knife embedded in the arm.

[Mission target update]

[Kill the ghoul 0/5. (unacommpolished)】

John looked back, swiping his finger on the engine screen, making adjustments on the cruise parameter interface.

The red street lights started flashing.

The cars behind me began to squirm impatiently.

The ghoul driver thought John didn't want to cause trouble, so he put his hands firmly on the steering wheel and prepared to start.

The green light jumps up.

boom--

The front window of the truck was red.

　Thanks to all the rich guys for the reward~ Bang Bang Bang!
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