My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 57 057: Leader

John walked under the crane.

The driver's seat is empty.

There was a house converted from a container next to it. The sliding magnetic door had no lock and could be pushed open with just a hand. Thalia, wearing a jacket, was lying on the floor with a gun in her hand.

"What the hell..."

John thought he had walked into a murder scene.

Just as he was about to start the scan, the girl suddenly stared and became nervous.

"Why are you lying on the ground if you're not dead?"

John put down his bag and asked, leaning on his knees. "We just talked on the phone a few hours ago and now you look like you're about to get fucking hung up and you're still holding a gun?"

"You're...oh, John, so fast."

Thalia looked at the kinetic energy revolver in her hand - thickened barrel, composite grip, side pressure release chamber, giving it a deformed feeling like a transformation maniac.

She aimed it at her head and pulled the trigger.

The chamber is empty.

"Last night's drinking session made me feel so uncomfortable that I wanted to die."

"Sleep."

"Seriously? Look outside, John, what a beautiful weather it is. The sand content is low, the temperature is suitable, and the view is good. It's time to go to the wilderness to find a group of Exiles to explode."

Thalia almost threw up as she stood up.

She held John's shoulder with her gun hand and described incoherently:

"Tearing off those beasts' equipment and prosthetics, dumping the looted boxes under their feet, drinking and unpacking them at the same time, how damn good it feels. If I fall down and go to sleep, all my time will be wasted!"

John smelled a strange smell even when he put on the scarf.

"Are you on drugs?"

"I mixed the good stuff myself."

She pointed to the bottles and jars on the table. "With concentrated stimulants and powerful sleep aids, I gave the choice to my body. When I was awake, I went out to work, and when I was asleep, I cherished life."

"My experience on the street is that people who make their own drugs usually don't end well."

"Yes, I am a living example. Now my body has completely kneeled down, but my soul is still dancing in my brain."

Thalia danced.

"They strike a delicate balance inside me, but I feel so fucking sick that I want to die and want to put a bullet in my head."

[Mission target update]

[Help Thalia wake up and take her out to work. (optional)]

[Help Thalia rest and discuss with Nando. (optional)]

The task gives two options.

John didn't want to race with a high-pitched madman, so he took out the sedatives in the medical bag.

"Let me give you an idea. Since the medicine has reached a balance, let's tip the balance. My suggestion is to rest."

"Fake, I'll listen to you."

puff-

John raised his hand and inserted the syringe into her neck.

Thalia swayed slightly, took two steps back and fell to the floor.

John lifted her up and threw her on the bed. He looked at this crazy Russian girl and felt speechless for a while.

"The employer is sleeping. What a nonsense."

He went out and walked north and found Nando who was busy in front of the console.

"The road control system is awesome. I have seen this kind of high-end goods in Tiebang Logistics. The company uses it to manage multiple transportation lines."

"You know your stuff, John."

Nando supported the table, pulled out the data cable from his arm and connected it to the host, his prosthetic eyes flashed, immersed in the complex data.

"The camp has expanded its manpower, and its business scope and workload have also increased several times. The orders have been piled high, and they are all engaged in cross-city transportation or armed escort business."

Nando explained. "We spent a lot of money to get a host computer to manage transportation orders in the wasteland and business in the city."

Nando managed the Damascus camp prosperously.

"What are you doing in the city?"

"I have established relationships with a few local cowards and signed short-term contracts with several construction sites. All I need to do is get some engineering equipment and arrange our manpower." "That's awesome. How did you do it?"

"We registered a shell company and transferred it through outsourcing. Of course, we also shared the profits with local snakes. Overall, we can still make money, and at least everyone can live a good life."

Nando briefly introduced to John.

The camp now has a huge population.

Members with skills will contribute their wisdom on the construction site or participate in other businesses, while the remaining family members stay in the camp and are responsible for the maintenance of vehicles and equipment, and taking care of children and the elderly.

John was convinced.

"I thought you could fight if you were the boss."

"It's true that sorting out business is not my strong point, but there's nothing I can do about it. In addition to geniuses in the camp, there are also desperate fools. Someone has to stand up and make an idea, right?"

Nando unplugged the data cable.

He took two bottles of beer from the condensate tank.

John thought of Thalia and chuckled helplessly and said: "Everyone in the camp trusts you. They think Nando can tell the truth about everything, so he can be unscrupulous and stupid."

"Have you met Thalia?"

Nando can guess who it is.

"I originally wanted to call you after handling it, but she was as anxious as a kid before the holidays."

"What kind of work do you do? Tell me in detail."

"How much do you know about Tiejiao Kunbu?"

John then mentioned the tasks he had done and all he knew was:

He is the leader of a group of exiles, has some relationship with Salazi, and teamed up with the ghouls to blow up Plato's warehouse.

According to Nando's description, the resources in the warehouse can equip a small army, various experimental stage prosthetics, as well as test weapons, heavily armored robots and odds and ends.

"No wonder Plato was so anxious that the news was still conservative."

"Except for time, nothing on TV is accurate."

The Iron-Heeled Kombu took this opportunity to annex the idle Drifter band and their operations on the edge of the city.

The company offered a huge reward for his life.

He was forced out of the city, hid in the wilderness, and began to struggle with the booming Damascus camp. New and old grudges were superimposed, and large-scale gun battles broke out frequently on both sides.

"Thalia must not have made it clear to you."

Nando's expression became serious. "Kumbu stuffed too much prosthetic body into his body and used special means to overclock it. The weapons he stole from Plato's warehouse are also very dangerous, so this job is not easy."

He finished his beer and picked up his cigar.

"We finally managed to gain a firm foothold, but now we are about to be overturned by this beast."

"Do you know where Kunbu is?"

John felt that the matter could be solved quite easily.

If you have the exact coordinates, just dump it to the middleman or Plato, and let the company dog ​​crush it directly for him.

"Kumbu is very well hidden and operates its business remotely. Our target this time is a transportation station where the goods they snatched are stored. According to the exact information, the goods will be transferred to the city at noon tomorrow and passed through the black market. Get rid of distribution.”

The deadline for getting started is less than 24 hours.

Nando frowned, turned around and asked.

"Why didn't Thalia reply?"

"She was high."

"We have a convoy on standby at night. If you want to go up now, let Ben Haming go with you. Two heavy machine guns will cover it. The manpower and firepower are very sufficient."

These men will have an important escort tomorrow, and the employer is in a hurry. If it is delayed until sunrise, they will have to give up the plan to attack the freight station.

Nando paused for a moment and offered another option.

"Thalia is following up on this matter. She knows the specific situation and has been preparing for a long time. You can wait until she wakes up tomorrow morning and take the free people to test the water. This will reduce the manpower and firepower by half, and it won't be possible. Just run, don't trap anyone in there, it's not worth dying just to get some goods."

[Task progress update]

[Night raid with Nando’s convoy. (optional)]

[Waiting for Thalia, attack in the morning. (optional)]

　Thanks to the three-legged cat Zhi and Yuxiao for the reward.
　　I will go home tomorrow and start to resume double updates. It will be released next week and there will be a burst of updates for a while. I will have time to type at home.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)