My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 76 075: Angelica

【Shop - Tipsy Bikini】

"Pfft, hahaha...cough, sorry, John, I just felt...hahaha!"

Angelica listened to the whole story and couldn't hold it back.

She sat opposite and smiled very happily.

"Are you serious? You're smiling like this. This trip really made me a little miserable. I feel like everyone is a little sick. I walked around among the crazy people and almost ended up in the Xiaoding Gang."

John looked sideways at Gino in confusion.

She pursed her lips and shook her head without comment, shook the beer glass, picked up the fried instant food and threw it into her mouth.

"Wow~"

Angelica finally regained her composure.

"It has nothing to do with living. John, it's you. You are so cute. If you feel bad about the shark coin behavior, you won't be able to live to be thirty in the city."

"hehe."

John twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the glass and shook it. "Mr. Vito once told me that when you encounter enough bad things, only the alcohol in the bar can understand you."

"He's not referring to beer. John, when you decide to upgrade your internal organs one day, come to me... and show you the real world of alcohol."

Angelica tapped her fingers on the table.

"There are stories happening in Eden City at any time. When you live on the streets, you have to be open-minded."

She wore a leather jacket with a high collar, with glitter and orange light tubes around her neck.

Angelica lay on the table and leaned in front of John. Through the neckline, she could see that there was still a bikini underneath.

She narrowed her eyes and whispered.

"Watch the windows, John, that vending machine."

John turned and looked along.

Passing through the crowds and the shopping mall aisles filled with clutter, you can see a vending machine under a neon billboard.

It is a product launched by a retail company.

It specializes in selling to local snakes like the Black Gold Gang, and has expanded its local promotion business to every corner, so you can see a vending machine with cheap light bulbs flashing in any corner of Eden City.

From sex toys to guns and ammunition.

The gadgets you need to survive in the city are basically likely to appear behind the glass of the vending machine.

It is supplied via a continuous power source or a small battery.

There is an online data port inside, which can call for maintenance and remind the fans who purchased the equipment to restock.

When it needs protection, like now...

A stumbling alcoholic is looking for any ethanol mixture within sight that can be poured into his stomach.

He rushed to the machine and fucked it with his fingered fist.

The PTU750 high-strength armor remained unmoved, and a red and yellow warning message popped up on the screen.

The drunkard punched again.

The shell of the vending machine released a high-intensity current, and the alloy filter that acted as a speaker sprayed out anesthetic gas. The combination of the two made the attacker convulse straight for ten seconds before falling unconscious on the spot.

These machines were purchased and managed by the Black Gold Gang.

The patrol members quickly arrived at the scene, gave the drunkard a good lesson and dragged him to a place where he could "sober up".

John smiled genuinely.

Angelica crossed her legs, smiled, and continued to talk to him after watching the excitement.

"There are shark coins everywhere in the streets. They attract and scheme with each other, and they will come up with all kinds of messy things. It's okay to have fun, but don't worry about the fun."

John thought she had a point.

"Maybe you are right. My time as a mercenary was still too short. I didn't do much work on the streets. It's a bit surprising to encounter something like this."

"It's actually pretty good."

Angelica smiled evilly.

"Are you still willing to take this kind of job in the future?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just the bad things that happen to ordinary people."

"Whoo~"

John slumped into the leather seat and thought carefully before replying. "Probably willing."

"You are so kind."

"No, really, what drives me is poverty and boredom. The cost of living for mercenaries is gradually rising. You have to support yourself. Even a fool's money is real money."

John never tied himself up with morality.

He never hesitated to shoot when he really needed to.

"Running around day and night now is all forced by life. When you encounter this kind of trivial thing to kill time and make money, it can be regarded as an adjustment..."

"Tough talk."

Angelica held her chin up and watched John devour the food.

He puffed out his cheeks and spoke. "Damn it, the food here is so delicious that you'll chew it off your tongue. This thing isn't even on the menu?"

"Hmm, limited supply."

"It tastes amazing. It will definitely sell out when it comes to the shelves. Why do you always ask me to try it for you? This is a free bargain."

John asked the doubts in his heart.

Angelica has raised him to be a picky eater.

"award."

The beautiful female boss crossed her legs on the sofa, used the reflection of the metal rod to observe the makeup, and then smiled at Gino.

"Honey, would you like some lipstick?"

She pouted.

Gino threw away the cosmetics and raised his middle finger.

After listening to the story, she had eaten and drank enough, and was ready to go back to the boxing gym. Before leaving, she patted John on the shoulder and said.

"Don't lose heart, man, she's straight, come on."

After Gino finished speaking, he left calmly, and Angelica suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled at John.

"Are you interested in our ingredients?"

"What? Fake..."

John suddenly became alarmed.

He stopped chewing and stared at the half-eaten intestine with bones in his hand, making sure not to show any tattooed skin.

"Don't make wild guesses, it's just pure animal meat."

Angelica had already stood up and put on her trousers.

"If you're interested, I happen to be going to the source of the goods. Do you want to come and take a look?"

[Side Mission: City Farm]

[Reward: Special channel [optional]]

The elevator in Borago's underground garage opens.

Angelica walked out the door.

She has a round waist and pert hips, a champagne tattoo extending from her back to her waist, and long-legged trousers paired with high boots.

John put the weapon box on his back.

Angelica asked him to bring a sniper rifle, supposedly to shoot birds, but judging from the requirement of three full magazines...

There is a high probability that this "bird" can talk.

The basement is colorful.

The neon lights spreading over the entertainment area are flashing, and the graffiti projected on the walls are constantly changing. The VIP area parking lot has specially embedded sound tubes in the walls, which can use echo to enhance the color.

Wealthy customers who spend money in the West End will sway their bodies into the car. Before the car door closes, they still have the illusion of being immersed in the dance floor.

What is being played at this time is a new album by a certain living band.

Angelica squirmed in tune.

"If you like to listen to music, I have a braindance version of the demo that you can take home and enjoy on your own."

"Listen to music using a super-sensory chip?"

"Seriously? Have you ever enjoyed braindance entertainment...Fake, look at your expression, I guessed it right."

Angelica walked backwards, pointed her index fingers at John, and laughed unbridled. "Tell me, John, how do you enjoy movies and music?"

"Subscribe to radio stations, cache playlists, etc."

"Xie Te, AVI, MP3...these are some old-fashioned storage formats. Do you usually look at the super-sensing chip?"

Angelica inquired recklessly.

"Do you have a favorite position or hobby? Maybe I can recommend some good series to you. I am also a business owner and know almost all the black market brokers and bulk cargomen in the mall." John was speechless.

Angelica didn't care and continued to introduce.

Super-sensory chip playback equipment is constantly being upgraded and has become the most basic form of entertainment.

It is not only visual and auditory, but also complete emotional and tactile information, allowing you to empathize with the photographer.

Imagine this:
You stand in front of a brightly lit stage, in the center of a disco scene with thousands of people shouting, singing with your favorite superstars, arm-in-arm with them, walking between bassists and guitarists...

Surround sound blasts through eardrums.

The stage was shaking slightly.

Feel the heat of the spotlight.

You only need to purchase the corresponding chip and choose a higher-end player to enjoy these experiences while lying on the sofa.

"I used to work in the company as a transporter, and my habit of listening to the radio was retained from that time. You can't expect me to watch movies in my mind while holding the steering wheel, right?"

John put his pockets in his pocket and walked across the parking lot.

Angelica smiled and nodded.

"What kind of songs do you like?"

[Ambient pure sound. (optional)]

[Nostalgic vocals. (optional)]

【Noise rock. (optional)]

John hesitated to speak and shook his head with a smile - he didn't expect that the option would pop up even when asked about his preferences.

"Road music, nostalgic songs, at least the tunes must be written by living people, and sung with a human voice."

John pursed his lips. "I don't listen to much rock music. As for the singles produced by music companies using software... I have no interest in them. The stuff mass-produced by AI is messy. My time is precious and I don't want to be a gold digger and slowly sift through it."

"Ok."

Angelica mused.

The daily turnover of Tipsy Bikini Bar is very high, and she also has her own independent garage in VIP A area.

The electronic sliding door opens.

"Hour Shet!"

John's eyes lit up with the neon strips.

He stood at the door, carrying his bag, like a low-level maintenance worker who had never entered a high-end building.

First up is a Thunder Miles.

The iron case that camp war mother Elona drives is the company's beast MT450 model, a semi-military style that pays more attention to protection strength and high-tech systems.

The price of Angelica's car is also astronomical.

Thunder Miles-Jurassic ZT15.

It's an ace in the civilian field, of course. If you want to get it, it's no problem to change it into military armor.

When this thing was announced, there was only one sentence:

Let you enjoy the thrill of controlling ancient beasts and conquer extreme environments with pure high power!
"Fake!"

John got a little carried away.

In addition to the big one, there are two extremely rare motorcycles on the market in the garage.

Seymour at Detroit International.

Handmade vehicles from an Italian company.

"You must be a multi-millionaire at least, right?"

John looked at the girl in front of him again. "Can the profit of opening a bar reach this level? Fake, your basement wealth will directly kill the mercenary industry..."

“Who doesn’t have some side hustles and hobbies?”

Angelica smiled as she brushed against the wall.

The lift platform and the electromagnetic biological lock are released at the same time, and the fuel pipe automatically detaches after being filled, and the recent vehicle inspection report is projected on the wall.

"Do mercenaries earn less? You have only been working for a few months, and the prices of Silver Cavalry 577 and RCH are not much lower."

"I got it illegally," John explained.

Angelica bared her teeth again. "These cars were not purchased through tax channels."

She straddled the motorcycle.

The Saimo tires produced by the Detroit company were very thick, and the rear seat space was very narrow. The early models did not even consider two people riding together. The inward concave curvature would make John's sitting posture awkward.

Angelica laughed as she sat on the handlebar.

"Hahaha, put your gun away, John, we are going somewhere serious now."

"Why do you always like to tease me?"

John silently put his arm around her waist, stood on the ground, dragged her to the back seat, then walked back around and climbed into the driver's seat.

Angelica put the gun bag on her back.

She hugged the knight safely, her prosthetic eyes flashed, and she projected the coordinates directly into the navigation system.

hum-

Saimo's characteristic engine starts, and the sound wave is fine-tuned through accessories to bring out a blood-heating roar.

The vehicle jumped out of the basement slope.

Shock-absorbing equipment treats falls as if they were nothing.

Slow down and turn into a big bend, then start to increase speed along the straight line.

Various numbers are projected on the curved glass screen.

The contacts in John's palm can receive information through the grip, and the vehicle status appears in the lower right corner of his sight.

They flew along the city and came to the very edge of the West District.

This is very close to the outer ring road.

Major companies have built huge factories here.

Each building was demolished, rebuilt, renovated, and finally blasted and left idle, leaving the surroundings devastated.

It only takes fifteen minutes to leave Eden City via highways and checkpoints.

There are as many gunfights over smuggling as there are overt and covert corporate rivalries.

The chimney was riddled with bullet holes.

They tirelessly spit out pollutants.

[Eden City-West District Industrial Park (old)]

Angelica's coordinates are an old-fashioned machining factory.

It covers a very large area, close to the edge of the city, and even the sandstorms blowing from the suburbs can accumulate on the vacant land of the factory area.

From the appearance point of view, it is a cube.

The huge code and old logo have been peeled off.

Industrial wastewater flowed down from the gaps in the floors and detached drains, drawing brown and black lines on the walls.

John parked the car and looked around.

He saw the barbed wire that had been knocked open.

In addition to the dizzying exhaust fumes, there was also the smell of blood and burning bombs in the air.

There were craters all around the streets and on the surfaces of buildings.

"It's like a battlefield here."

John picked up the bag and moved closer to Angelica to prevent a few drug addicts from suddenly jumping out of the corner.

"Unless you're putting bullet casings in your food, I don't know what raw materials you need to buy from this damn place."

"Come with me."

Angelica led him through the elevated level.

Pass through the spacious unloading passage and then come to several elevators full of monitors and hidden whistles.

She swiped her biometric information and opened the car.

John followed her all the way up, and the elevator door in front of him suddenly became transparent after passing through ten floors.

So he got a peek inside the factory.

The place is actually brightly lit, and under the care of all machines is a jaw-dropping field of vegetable cultivation.

Real land!
According to Angelica:

Many farmers on the fringes of cities suddenly mastered the art of farming - clearing abandoned wastelands in search of less polluted soil that could be restored.

By splitting waste and modifying equipment, a sprinkler irrigation system can collect and filter acid rain.

This group of people began to try to secretly grow vegetables within a few years of Eden City's War of Independence.

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