My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 85 085: Chavez
John had reason to believe that Orosi had experienced the most satisfying field service since coming to Eden City.

She gained a considerable amount of emotional value from the sweaty tie clip, smiled from ear to ear, and successfully obtained the last set of secret keys in the computer room.

The tie clip is ashen as ashes.

When he was actually let out, he seemed cramped and in a daze. The moment he walked out of the sliding door of the villa, he was awakened by the cold wind and was visibly shivering.

Arms and legs were broken.

The lights and feasting of Eden City were hazy and distant, and the once prosperous world had left him. Now every corner might hide a gunman chasing him.

The tiepin shuddered.

He lost his wealth, status, intelligence and background, but still mustered up the courage to survive.

John stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at his back and said. "I'll go out and give him a shot."

"Don't be so gentle, John, revenge must have a beginning and an end."

John saw many familiar faces, all of whom were colleagues in the transport echelon, including Jeffrey, who was killed for participating in Plato's experiment.

He knew the serial number of the transport driver by heart. The data showed that the employee was born in the northern part of the old United States. He came to Eden City at the age of seventeen. He joined Tiebang Logistics two years later and has more than five years of driving experience...

John asked her.

"I want everyone to know that I handed over the secret. In the process of processing the intelligence, I will gradually connect my resources in Europe to the City of Eden, which will save a lot of trouble in the relationship."

[Reject Orosi and leave the villa. (optional)]

Orosi nodded. "This tie clip was retrieved from the Tie Bang Logistics database. The hands and feet are very rough. Kuang Xin made a copy and gave it to me when he wiped the traces for you."

John scanned quickly.

More than a dozen data cables of different thicknesses extend up from the basement.

[Read the data chip in person. (optional)]

"Wow, of course not... I will ask them to do some small things within their power and return the original documents, even if it is just to ask them to pay me a dollar each."

"You're not lying, that's interesting."

"Farke, this is John."

[Name: John Chavez]

"Who the hell is this..."

“Being the next tie clip?”

John's pupils flickered.

John couldn't help but ask.

A stream of data flashed across the screen.

She held the steaming glass of water and propped up her two modified prosthetic legs on the sofa. Messiah's prosthetic eyes kept flashing, ready to analyze his every microexpression.

[Mission target update]

"What's the difference?"

It contains a detailed list and information about the residents of Eden City.

"Now that you have a lot of dirty secrets from high society, what are you going to do with them next?"

"Farke, have you seen these files?"

Orosi sent him some photos.

Surrounded by equipment.

The picture is fixed on one of the files.

"Take your time and contact the parties one by one."

Orosi was sitting in the living room.

The field of vision was covered with a filter, and folders kept popping up from the corners.

[Tiebang Logistics Personnel File]

"Wow, you really don't know."

The corners of his eyebrows suddenly twitched.

John sat on the sofa and inserted the chip given to him by his tie clip into the data slot.

John searched through the files but couldn't find any photos of himself. He couldn't help browsing the guy named Chavez again, and then found that his resume was exactly the same as his own.

"Isn't it written there? He is John Chavez. The most interesting question now is...who are you?"

Orosi stood up and poured some water, putting it on her cheek as she passed by John. "Why don't you get rid of your loot?"

The photo showed a stranger with a neck tattoo.

Orosi narrowed her eyes, showing a thoughtful expression. "Does it mean that your deceptive technology can already hide the data?"

【Data loading……】

Orosi stood opposite him.

There are field records, medical records, and even phased photos of employee social security payments every year, as well as face scans of signed attendance confirmation forms.

It's all John Chavez.

Euros asked very quickly: "What impression do you have about the Concord transportation order in 72?"

"Uh...wait."

John frowned, memories flooding back wildly.

"The year after I joined the company... probably... around Christmas, two hundred kilometers away from Eden City, a convoy of more than fifty Exiles attacked..."

"Those lunatics set fire to the oil tanker... Only two of the accompanying combat team survived... The drivers all suffered from second-degree work-related injuries... I almost killed myself with the robbers with a bomb... I finally waited for reinforcements."

John rattled off the details.

Different images appeared in his mind.

Orosi nodded.

"Do you remember the injury?"

"More than 20 percent of the body was burned, there were multiple fractures of varying degrees, the little finger of the left foot was broken, and the tiger's mouth was severely strained..."

John's voice grew quieter.

He frowned and looked down at his body - the injured positions had all been replaced by prosthetics and artificial leather, and there was no definite evidence.

"Everything is correct, very accurate."

Ouluosi sent the medical records at that time.

She had too many reasons to investigate John. As a new street star who suddenly appeared, he could be said to be very good, and he had to find out before using him.

But as the investigation deepens...

However, Euros found that there was no trace of John's visit in this city.

After Kuang Xin obtained the employee files, they conducted a detailed background check, and all they found was evidence that another person named Chavez existed.

"That's bullshit. I remember every bit of my fucking life in my head, and I still need to prove that I'm John?"

"That's the problem."

Orosi pursed her lips, not making a fuss. "I can tell you're not lying, so do you have any clues about identity?"

John rubbed his tired face.

He mentioned Jeffrey, the Ironbang Logistics employee who was captured by Plato for experimentation.

"There is a man named Bismarck, who is the director of some kind of laboratory. He seems to be working on memory-related technologies. Is there any connection..."

"I'll take a wild guess."

Euros was doing yoga poses with her legs crossed on the sofa. Compared to John, who was frowning, she was more like an outsider who had nothing to do with herself, always maintaining an attitude of watching the excitement.

"You may have obtained John's complete memories. The other option is a little bit crazier. Someone is deliberately tampering with your life trajectory."

"Take my biometric information to match!"

"I already tried, man."

Orosi's investigation was more thorough than he imagined.

Kuang Xin found the medical records of Tiebang Logistics employees, which was the hospital where John was fired after the last mission.

It's John on the surveillance camera.

The biological information he extracted at that time successfully matched Chavez in the database.

"The third possibility I can think of is that you are all the same except for your faces... Do you understand what I mean?"

"Plastic surgery, let's try it under a scan?"

"I tried. You can see it when you look in the mirror every day. The database thinks your face is John. Isn't that interesting?"

Orosi smiled and said again.

"I have also investigated this employee list. All the colleagues in the same transportation echelon as you are missing. They are probably packaged and sold to Plato Laboratory like Jeffrey. Oh, by the way!" She said that Kuang Xin had transferred The video of the accident that came out was also sent to John.

"According to the accident report at the scene, they only found you, not the guy named Chavez. I don't know if this is good news, at least for now, from the perspective of biometric scanning information... there is only one John for the time being. , if another one pops up somewhere in the future, the story will be even more interesting.”

"Fake!"

John gasped and slumped down on the sofa, the revolver hanging from his hand. "Who the hell is messing up my life?"

"I don't know, John."

"Why are you so calm?"

"Should I be surprised by your life, honey? I've experienced shittier things than you."

Orosi leaned lazily on the sofa, her shirt revealing her proud curves.

She pointed to the device terminal nearby.

"As long as you look through the contents, you will know that there are so many people with secrets in the world. Everyone is the protagonist in the story. That's what you are used to..."

John didn't feel much relieved.

Orosi has already investigated the list, and now she has no chance of confronting an old colleague.

The clue seems to have been broken again.

"Don't be so frustrated, my dear. Generally speaking, if someone tries hard to mess with you, there will definitely be follow-up. When the time comes, just shoot whoever shows up in the head."

"I do not have time."

John tapped his gun on his neck. "The network censors put a deadly thing in my head. They think I'm connected to the ghost on the other side of the black wall."

"Is it really okay to be so honest with me?"

"No matter how bad it is, what could it be like?"

John seemed relieved. "The mercenaries in the West District all feel happy doing things under the hand of a tiepin, taking big jobs, killing tough people, and becoming big shots. But in the end, this middleman can't even last a day in front of you."

Orosi didn't answer.

She was basically the one taking care of this job. John took advantage and would have to work for her later to pay off the debt.

He felt it was time for him to go.

But I am even more upset when I think of the bombed Denny Street apartment. The Black Money Gang is not a philanthropist. They frequently get into trouble and bring the Internet surveillance closer to the Borago Club...

"I think Mr. Vito will be in trouble too."

John expressed his troubles.

Euros thought it was a minor problem, so she helped him choose a few souvenirs from the Tie Clip mansion and brought them to Mr. Vito as gifts, or as compensation for the damage to the apartment.

[Item: Scotch Whiskey [B-50Y]]

[Item: Amaretto [pure wine]]

John held a bottle of wine in each hand.

Orosi saw his doubts and asked.

"If you were asked to choose a gift, what would you bring to the West District speaker?"

"Um, gold watches, jewelry, etc.? I think they all like to put gold on their prosthetics."

John answered honestly.

Orosi curled her lips, opened the drawer, and took out a few gold ones from the tie clip cabinet.

"Take these as well, but you can't give them to Mr. Vito, just give them to the gang leaders from the middle down. Before you are ready, pay attention to social interaction and don't betray your class easily."

"Are you trying to tell me some truth?"

"It's life experience, John, think of it as your reward for staying honest. It will take me about two days to process the information. You go back and adjust yourself."

Orosi wandered around the mansion, browsing through it at will, and said to John who was following behind.

"Send your cut off kidney to this address. I will take you to see a client then."

She turned and tapped John's chest lightly.

"Keep in touch, Mr. Mercenary."

The remote mountain villa area is quiet.

Those heavily armed patrol soldiers, as well as expensive all-weather robots, could not prevent Orosi's attack.

That's power from another level.

John got in the car.

He glanced back at the luxurious lobby, without any envy, and put his hand on the window of the car and turned on the accelerator.

【Eden City-Borrago Club】

John's sports car has membership certification and drives directly into the core area.

The building is brightly lit both inside and outside.

The bodyguards were all burly men. When they saw him from a distance, their prosthetic eyes began to flash, and they gently raised their robotic arms to stop him.

The path John took led directly to the internal offices.

"I'm looking for Mr. Vito."

"He has a client today, you have to wait."

The strong man's tone was quite polite.

John didn't say anything and went back outside to do a scan.

The implants of these two bodyguards are expensive, and their style is different from the common direct members of the Black Gold Gang.

[Force: Jingkrypton Heavy Industry Security Department]

"uh-huh."

John learns the customer's identity.

He returned to Yinqi 577 to listen to music and wait. Half an hour later, he saw several company dogs in suits and ties driving away.

Mr. Vito looked more serious than usual.

John may have stayed with Orosi for a long time, and he even learned a little bit about the skills of observing words and emotions.

The gang talker still ordered his own shirts, matched them with expensive handmade vests, smoked Golden Apple cigars, and didn't even ask about the bag John poked in the apartment.

He just smoked calmly and cursed the tennis supervisor as an asshole.

John, like the other mercenaries, sat quietly. Now listening to other people's troubles seemed to really make him feel more relaxed.

At least in this fucked up city, I'm not the only one suffering from insomnia.

Vito Russell noticed the two bottles of wine.

"Who picked it for you?"

He said that these two bottles of wine were auction items and were collections that only the top rich would store.

"Farke, I thought there was something wrong."

"Indeed, John, this thing is very suitable to my taste. For you to bring it to my desktop shows that you know my interests and hobbies very well. You even have a clear understanding of my drinking habits and expectations."

Vito took away his cigar.

His eyes darkened in the smoke and light.

"It's a silent threat."

"What is the purpose?"

"Increase your value, John. The girl who helped you choose gifts is afraid that you will be abandoned by the Black Gold Gang. It seems that she has heard the news. She must be a guy with a lot of information."

"I...hehe, that's really stupid."

John was stunned and smiled bitterly.

"How did you guess this?"

"I'm bluffing you. Judging from your expression, you must be right."

Vito sat relaxed and gave John an elder smile.

"Let me guess, was it the middleman who killed the tie clip? Euros Grenada."

"Is the tie clipped? It's only been a few hours."

Mr. Vito sent him a photo.

The tie clip was lying naked in the Old Bridge Cave in the West District, the abandoned ditch where he often sent his little brother to pick up the goods.

His whole body was hollowed out, like the work of a ghoul, but the method was more cruel.

John finally stopped.

He certainly wasn't having the worst day today.

(End of this chapter)