My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 78 077: Thugs are also actors

John put away his gun and returned to the hallway.

Angelica helped him clean the elevator.

LCD control panels continue to have fewer numbers.

"Well done, John."

"Really? You treat me like a high-level mercenary, and you talk so much about me. What you do is still a thug, kill a few people, and stand guard to look at the equipment... It doesn't make any difference. I thought you were an old customer. It turns out that you can't even scan your face. Very useful."

John pushed the gun bolt and smiled bitterly.

"It's normal for the farmer to want to test your skills. He is a very awesome old man. If his mind were not complex enough, he would have been killed by corporate mercenaries ten thousand times."

"understand."

John is less pretentious. "Business matters."

The elevator car stopped steadily.

They returned to the elevated level that was full of cameras and patrolling guards. During the conversation with the farmer, there was already a fight outside the urban farm.

John secretly admired the old man's big heart.

This level of street fighting will definitely dominate the news headlines, and even the policemen at Corpse Position Vegetarian Meal cannot turn a blind eye.

But the farmer sat calmly in his office and boasted.

Motorcycle convoys of motorcycle gangs raced through the streets.

Those screams and strange roars echoed in the industrial area.

Da da da da~
The madmen bared their teeth, wore leather clothes, and exposed the prosthetic knife edges to the air.

buzz~
The motorcycle team raised their front wheels.

They moved forward with the automatic turret, the compressed flamethrower spit out fire dragons, ignited the surrounding debris, and started to launch bombs out of the cannon barrel.

"Damn! Hide back."

John pressed Angelica's head and asked her to hide along the bunker from the first floor of the building.

Explosions occurred around the overhead level.

Some of the mercenaries who had been defending here gritted their teeth and cursed, and began to look for bunkers.

The automatic turret operates normally, the barrel swings, spraying bullets among the flying rubble.

The surface of the cement wall was peeled off by the explosion.

Internal reinforcement layer exposed.

Farmers have invested heavily in their "fortress" - the old factory is just a facade, and the inside is impregnable. Without professional blasting methods and heavy firepower, it is difficult to shake the foundation of this building.

John is still thinking: How will the Eden City News report this conflict tomorrow?

Suddenly I heard a banging sound closer.

Low-quality street incendiary bombs shattered on the pillars, the steel plates were beaten into sieves, and the squirming fire snakes set off heat waves and passed over every mercenary behind the bunker.

John took advantage of the gap in the fire to shoot.

He found that there were several gun muzzles firing at the same time around him - these garrison forces stationed downstairs were more professional, and visually they were all good players on the street, or a team of cyber mercenaries that had long been famous.

Although the racing party's offensive is fierce, it actually means nothing.

They are like robbers who take advantage of the chaos in the grocery store and rely on their publicity to embolden themselves.

[Communication signal detected. 】

John receives an alert.

When he was hunting wild birds on the roof of the building, he was noticed by the farmers' soldiers.

There were several people hiding behind the bunker.

A uniformed soldier waved to him.

This is not to say hello, but to use somatosensory interaction to pass the signal of the communication channel.

After John confirmed the connection, his ears exploded.

All the swearing and yelling made his head hurt.

John turned on filtering and noise reduction, and finally muted the entire team to feel more comfortable.

He was used to being a lone wolf.

It gets in the way during team fights.

There is only one reason to receive team signals, and that is to share hacker information.

As important combatants in the cyber era, these people can hack into the enemy's system through network access, obtain the enemy's coordinates through diffusion markers, and then send them to the prosthetic eyes of their companions.

The night wind howled and gunfire rang out.

The industrial area seems to be under fire and chaotic, but in fact the information on the other side is completely transparent.

They're just a group of speedsters who are good at creating atmosphere.

They don't know yet that they have become targets with data streams on their irises. They think they are blending into the night, but in fact they are no different than running naked on the street.

John dodged the Molotov cocktails and missiles, found a position where it was difficult for the rifle to aim, and started sniping.

boom--

He shoots calmly, aims as hard as he can, and leaves the rest to luck and top chips.

The driver of an off-road motorcycle was shot in the ribs.

He and his car rolled over on the road.

The passenger was hit several times by the vehicle behind him. Finally, the body rolled into an open space separated by a barbed wire fence. The biological information showed that he was dead.

This is also the charm of hackers joining the war.

There is no need to perform close autopsies on the battlefield - as long as the disappearance of signs of life is detected at the data level, there is no need to consider the issue of last hit.

The sudden death of the lead car caused a chain reaction.

Sparks flew between the corpse and the vehicle.

The cars that followed all showed varying degrees of death swings, and the riders needed to control the handlebars and dodge in the hail of bullets.

John looked for targets and kept firing.

There is no pressure in this fight.

Although it looks huge, to put it bluntly, it is a defensive counterattack, and the power of the fortress is very powerful!
John suddenly remembered his first visit to the Haven Company.

Eden's team fought the Maddox gang members in a step-by-step manner. There was no suspense, and there wasn't even much communication in the team channel.

John sniped one by one.

He seemed to understand why ranchers referred to their attackers as wild birds and field mice.

It’s no different than shooting at a target.

John's performance was quite satisfactory, mainly because of his high kill rate and basically getting results from his shots, so he easily attracted attention on the battlefield.

But the sharpshooter is false.

John's arm has an alloy frame that can withstand the recoil of common weapons on the market. In his hand is a top-of-the-line sensor with advanced ballistic assistance, which makes it feel hot in the hand.

The biggest contributor tonight was the gun.

This Plato's Night Banquet is a laboratory product and has not yet been put into the market on a large scale. It has full parameters, stability and built-in chips, all of which are top-notch designs.

It's designed to handle chaotic street fights like tonight's.

It's about maximizing the advantages of firearms.

In addition to John and the mercenaries, the surrounding intelligent machines are also exerting force.

The barrels of the fort's guns were already red.

The isolation piles around the road were raised, and the reconnaissance drones were always hovering overhead. The surrounding concrete pillars with steel cones and buffers blocked the vehicles.

The mercenaries left the bunker and pressed forward.

John put away his gun and retreated, separated himself from the voice channel, and when he entered the building, he saw Angelica talking and laughing with her arms crossed.

"Didn't you give chase?"

"It's not necessary. There were too many people killed today. I really can't be interested in it. Farmers are paid per person. The smart guy went to harvest as soon as possible. Now that we set out, we can just pick up some leftovers. I don't even want to Moved."

John said.

He took out the accessories from his weapon bag and began to inspect the firearm.

Angelica nodded in agreement.

She was surrounded by beautifully dressed men and women who were not wearing combat equipment. Just by looking at their expressions, they looked like a group of extraordinary people.

They should also be bulk cargo owners who come to do business, and they all have their own places in Eden City.

Angelica ended her greetings, signaling John to leave.

He followed the prompts to where the vehicles were parked at the back door, and saw the motorcycle he was driving.

[New contact person-farmer]

【Video call (requesting)】

John answered the phone and met the energetic boss behind the scenes again.

The farmer had already taken off his coat and seemed to be preparing to enjoy an exquisite dinner.

"Wow, you're in a good mood. Is it because the glass is so well insulated that you can't hear the noise outside?" [Don't be angry, John. I know you're doing a good job. I paid for it. It's normal to inspect the goods. , you want to do business with me, right? 】

The farmer spoke calmly.

John curled his lips and got on the motorcycle.

"What other arrangements are there?"

[Good steel should be used on the blade. You have proven that you are good at it. I can trust you. Help me visit a customer. I will ask you something by the way. I will send you the detailed information. 】

Farmism eyes twinkling.

John immediately received a sum of money.

"Is the checkout quick enough? What does this mean, an advance payment or hush money..."

[What are you thinking about, kid? This is the cost of cleaning up the farm just now. I am different from corporate dogs and middlemen. When it comes to distributing money, it is always better to do so as early as possible. In the future, as long as there are bastards who covet my farm, if you kill one of them, I will give you a sum of money, and I will guarantee that it will be paid before the body cools down. 】

The farmer inserted a piece of beautifully colored ribs, made a very wild chewing sound, and continued.

[Read the text messages carefully and do your job well. You must show the most professional attitude. 】

The phone hangs up.

This old man actually has a bit of a bad character. He is very hard-line and ruthless, both in dealing with things and with people. It takes courage to go against him.

John smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Just take money to do things and do them well.

His prosthetic eyes kept flashing, he finished parsing the file and began to flash a photo.

Urban farms have been expanding recently.

They promoted some vegetables and meats to the middle and lower consumer classes, which were robbed and praised.

Citizens were fed up with the abuse of egg whites and became advocates of fresh food.

However, things took a turn for the better.

Recently, we have received several reports that some customers who have eaten natural meat have experienced varying degrees of weakness and even digestive system disorders.

Factors such as infectious diseases have currently been ruled out.

The farmer thoroughly investigated the production chain, recycled the products, and conducted very detailed testing. All indicators met safety standards.

Proving that there is nothing wrong with the meat itself.

At first I thought it was an exception.

However, as the market gradually expands, more and more customers have experienced symptoms of discomfort after eating natural meat.

After careful comparison, the farmer discovered a detail.

This batch of goods was also sold to several high-end restaurants and shipped to those luxurious skyscrapers for the company dogs to enjoy, but no abnormality was heard.

He thinks this is a plot by food companies.

After investigation:

There is a very suspicious second-hand dealer in the transportation chain who connects with the upper class. The meat sold to wealthy areas without any accident reports all passes through his hands.

[Either there is something wrong with the meat, but this guy has some kind of technology that can eliminate hidden dangers. John, please pay me a visit and ask for something. 】

[Of course, don’t have anything to do with me. You can make up any reason you want. I only look at the results. If it’s really not handled well, after the interrogation is over... you know. 】

John finished reading the briefing and saw a coordinate.

[Mission target update]

[Find the middleman and ask for information. (unacommpolished)】

【Leave no trace. (optional)]

John looked around.

He took off his work jacket and hid it, then plucked a jacket with a ghost pattern from the corpse of the drag racer, and then put up his sandproof scarf.

Saimo roared.

John finished his disguise and walked away.

He did not bring his sniper rifle, but found a kinetic energy microcharge from the corpse.

[Eden City-Edge of West District Industrial Park]

A low-profile business sedan is waiting at the traffic light.

This period happens to be an important time for the factory's night shift and early morning guard changing.

Both sides of the street were filled with half-dead ordinary citizens.

The red light pulsed with numbers.

Ahmad's fingers were covered with rings, and his wrist was an expensive mechanical gold watch.

He was hanging on the steering wheel, shaking his neck to the music of rock music on the radio. There were several less hallucinogenic stimulants scattered beside the passenger seat.

The roar came from far to near.

"Damn it Fuck... Shark coins for racing."

Ahmad muttered, staring at the rearview mirror, and saw a motorcycle speeding down the street with its front wheel raised. He thought it was a drag racing party destroying the street.

"It's better to kill you... Shet! What are you doing..."

The motorcycle rushed towards him.

boom!
The motorcycle rushed directly onto the curb, flew into the air and landed heavily on the trunk lid, then drove past the roof and front windshield.

Ahmad screamed and tried to turn the wheel.

There was chaos in front of the red light, and vehicles blocked the intersection.

John drifted and turned.

He took out his submachine gun, fired it at the hood, and emptied the magazine.

"Tsk."

The firepower of kinetic micro-charge cannot be complimented.

This shuttle only added some bullet holes, not even a wisp of black smoke came out.

John dropped the gun and pulled out his revolver.

Bang, bang!
The front tire blew out.

Ahmad knew it was coming for him, so he rolled over and climbed out of the car, using the crowded traffic to escape.

The good citizens of Eden City are all too familiar with this kind of conflict!
They all avoided Ahmad and immediately changed direction when they saw him approaching.

The injustice has the head and the debt has the owner.

John hit the accelerator and rushed into the narrow road again, drifting left and right.

boom!
He raised his gun and fired, hitting the opponent's arm.

Ahmad collapsed from the pain.

John warned. "If you keep running, it will become difficult to end it!"

After hearing this, the other party gave up the struggle.

The street chase ended just like that.

John drove up and forced him into a nearby open space where the wall collapsed.

There are several homeless shacks among the weeds and mounds of dirt.

It was empty inside.

"Hey, wait, you didn't kill me right away. You must have needs and we can talk. Brother, please, everything has a price, right?"

Ahmad tried to cover his arms.

He was taking drugs to deliver goods today, and the gunshot wound didn't really hurt, but the tip of his heart was shaking badly.

John got out of the car and raised his gun.

When he used it, he was already in a mood and yelled loudly and kicked people to the ground:

"You bunch of liars!"

"What? Let's be clear, buddy, I'm in the business of selling goods, not running a casino."

"Fuck you!"

John slapped him. "My brother ate the meat you sold and he can't get off the ground now, but those companies who live in big mansions don't have any shit!"

Ahmad hesitated to speak.

John noticed this detail.

He was sure that this guy was really good, so he put the barrel of the gun against the other person's head and continued to use his imaginary brother as an emotional breakthrough.

"Think about it before you speak."

The barrel is a little warm.

Amade trembled all over.

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