My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 56 056: Invitation to Fight

[Danny Street-Black Gold Gang Apartment]

The vision gradually becomes clearer.

What caught John's eyes was his pair of prosthetic legs made of artificial leather and metal.

"Um... Shet."

With the dizziness in his head, he woke up alone on the messy bed.

I haven't indulged in a long time in my memory. When I recall what happened last night, I feel like I am falling infinitely in joy and passion. My body is rubbing and heating up, and my consciousness is drowning in desire.

At a certain moment, all the backlog of busyness and death threats in my mind were cleared. After the pressure was released, I felt that I was briefly and truly alive.

[Good morning, Eden City, morning news...]

The host's emotionless announcement came from the TV.

[A spokesman for Plato Company announced last night that the recent urban anti-terrorism drill launched in conjunction with the Eden City Police Department has come to an end, and the crackdown on violence in the city will also come to an end. However, Plato Company was opposed to the previous accusations of affecting traffic and illegal injury, and did not respond to the matter of compensation...]

John poured himself a cup of coffee.

He operated the grated window to let in the sunlight, and at the same time his prosthetic eye began to flicker, and he sorted through the unread messages in his voicemail.

【Eden Waits：】

[Tinfoil sent me a surveillance video. You were beaten badly in the Electronic Vein Bar. To be honest, well, it's a bit embarrassing. You won't get far just by relying on the rigid movements of the chip. Fighting and fighting are two different things. Come to the company training room when you have time. The video is not fully recorded. If you don't hang up, please reply to my message. If the injury is too serious, I will have someone take you to the company infirmary for treatment. You have to pay to use it, but it is much more cost-effective than the black clinics outside. 】

John pursed his lips.

He was convinced by Eden's evaluation of himself.

It was only after the fight with Hoffman that I realized how good Eden was - when someone strings together boxers trained by gangs to fight, it's definitely not as simple as relying solely on the strength of chips and prosthetics.

Eden is a responsible company owner.

He was very loyal to John. Although he was called a non-staff member, to be honest, if John was really beaten to death on the street, it would have nothing to do with the safe haven.

But people are willing to give me a hand.

John also knows how to be grateful.

[Side mission: Specialization]

[Reward: Melee Chip (Unknown)]

【Mission target update:】

[Through the training of Haven Company. (unacommpolished】

John finished reading the mission information.

Before going out, he had to pack up his equipment. He first took out the monomolecular samurai sword, cleaned off the remaining blood stains, and performed some simple maintenance.

The navy blue blade is sheathed.

Jet black alloy grip.

John hung it in the middle of the perforated board. Under the light strip, it has the aesthetic feeling of a collection of famous utensils.

Faqi Industrial’s custom-made knives are definitely not bad.

But if you really want to play its role, you have to come up with a complete set of prosthetic systems - powerful muscle bundles, subcutaneous armor, titanium skeleton, special operating system, nerve conductors, etc.

John checked the price of the corresponding prosthesis.

You can save it even if you just scrape together.

But just like what Macao said, if he had to upgrade his equipment, he was not willing to cut his body open again and again for cheap goods.

I suddenly received a call while thinking.

[Unknown contact person]

A pop-up window appears in the upper left corner of John's vision.

In the picture was a girl with dry hair and a jacket, crossing her arms and laughing.

[Oh my god, it’s really your phone number. 】

“Am I involved in a drinking game?”

John picked up his coffee and drank it.

[I am from the Damascus camp. I have been in some trouble recently, but Elona has not come back for the time being, so I thought of you. 】

"Nando didn't call me."

[He is busy arguing with others and his feet are not touching the ground. How can he have time to deal with such small troubles? You are quite cautious. Have you been tricked by people in the city? Don't worry, I'm not a sex scam caller. Come to the camp and I'll explain it clearly to you. 】

John expressed his frustration.

"You have to get to the bottom of it first. If I can't help, there's no need to go out of the city."

This girl has integrity written all over her face.

[Fight with the Exile, are you coming? Iron-footed Kombu has been extremely arrogant recently, leading its bastards to compete with us for resources. If this order is made, no matter what good things I get, I will let you pick first! ] "Okay, I'm interested."

[Happy enough, bring your supercar. I was not at home last time I worked. They praised your driving skills to the sky. Let me see them too. 】

"I don't have any objection. You can tell me your name. Who should I look for when I arrive?"

[Damn, my pig brain, Thalia, I will use it when it comes to mentioning it. I won this number by playing wine with Screwdriver. Don’t blacklist me, otherwise I will lose money! 】

The video call hangs up.

[Mission: Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside]

[Reward: Remuneration, Subcutaneous Armor (Plato)]

John raised his eyebrows.

The mission reward made him a little excited. The subcutaneous armor was indeed more important than the combat chip, so the training in the safe haven could only be put on hold.

John took the smart rifle from the weapons rack and put a few electromagnetic magazine clips into his bag.

He left the apartment and walked through the elevated level.

Gilead sat in his old seat.

"Are you having fun? There are many good-looking girls on Danny Street. If you are still not satisfied, I have several good channels here. You know... you can't treat yourself badly if you kill the big shot of Hoffman."

"Next time."

"Sure, you get busy first."

Gilead gave him a fist bump and said hello, crossed his arms and continued to watch at the door of the apartment. When he got bored, he would go to the bench press for a set.

The Silver Cavalry has been repaired.

John drove out of the basement.

The supercar roared away.

From the congested inner ring road to suburban highways, the scenery outside the window is constantly changing.

After Plato's trick was over, the urban checkpoints became ineffective again. Without the company's involvement, you can be released after passing through the scanner. Even if you really bring contraband, you can just hand over your fund card at the prosecutor's office. Pass.

hum-

John cranked up the accelerator, adjusted the radio to the nostalgia channel, and turned the volume to full. Familiar loess soil and drought-tolerant plants passed by outside the window.

This road is almost familiar.

【Eden City-Damascus Camp】

John’s Silver Rider 577 is very recognizable.

But the guard at the door still had to follow the rules. He first guided him to the checkpoint, knocked on the window, and handed him a pack of traditional cigarettes.

"Hey John, try some Cuban stuff."

"Thanks, man."

"Hey, Elona hasn't come back yet. Just go straight ahead along the tent and you'll find Nando. Are there any big events today? Do you need to find a tent to spend the night?"

"Thalia said that if you have any work, come to me."

"Ah, this bitch is definitely looking for you to fight. I hope you brought a gun. Let me tell you, Screwdriver recently got a cargo pickup truck and modified it to look like a damn presidential suite."

"Not bad, I'm going to try it out. Wait, this is Golden Apple's cigarette. Have you been making extra money lately?"

"Legitimate business, hahaha."

The sentry smiled and pulled on the breathing valve, wearing a bulletproof tactical vest and insulated gloves, holding an extended sniper rifle.

Data streams flashed across his sunglasses.

The isolation pile at the inspection port sank into the ground, revealing a passage.

"Talia is behind the base station. The largest tractor is hers. If there is no one in the driver's seat, just knock on the metal box next to it. She is probably drunk and sleeping."

The sentry showed John the way.

The interior of the campground was as busy as a construction site. The number of tents and RVs increased dramatically, and it felt like a small town was being built.

The sound of Ethan Berg's supercar caught everyone's attention, and many people were looking back at the small tables under the camp awning.

John left the parking lot with his bag.

He pulled on his sand-proof scarf, raised his neck, and saw a huge yellow crane stretching toward the sky behind the base station of the camp.

　Thanks to the Great Engineering Warlock Skrye for the 5000 point reward

　　Thanks Brother Fu~~
　　Sorry, I just realized that the content has been harmonized emmmm... I still can't go too far.

　　I will put it on the shelves next Tuesday, and I will go home to celebrate the New Year. The number of updates will increase several times. Thank you for waiting for so long.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)