My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 91 091: Meat Feeder

"Is he telling the truth?"

John asked on his way out of the restaurant.

Orosi sat in the back seat of the business car with him.

The white leather massage sofa wraps the whole person, with a champagne glass holder in the middle, and carpets under the feet. It is already the configuration of the company's high-end floating car.

Orosi looked at John.

"what do you mean?"

"The person I'm going to kidnap is an arms dealer from Kamel Company."

John crossed his arms and thought.

Almost every mercenary who has just taken to the streets in Eden City will have a firearm from Hamel or the Saw Company.

Common people preferred.

Good quality and low price.

The thing that the good brother next door held in his hand before he passed away.

The first weapon issued by the gang godfather to the gangster.

Even ordinary citizens who have been submissive all their lives will at some point have a Hammel semi-automatic pressed against their bodies and be forced to take out their valuables.

"Market share, that's what it's called, right? Aren't the company's dogs fighting each other to death..."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Black wants to kill this arms dealer, is it really because he killed a predetermined meat ticket? Is there no commercial reason?"

“Don’t second-guess them with street thinking.”

Orosi closed her eyes and rested.

As soon as she got back to the car, she took off her dress, leaving only a white corset on her body, and the metal lines on both sides of her collarbone could be clearly seen.

Those are the heat dissipation holes of the hacker implant, carefully decorated with artificial leather.

There is a floating ornament next to the carriage table.

She stretched out her fingers to hold down the hovering triangular cone, comparing it to the city of Eden, where the number of classes and the allocation of resources are two inverted extremes.

John just needs to remember the goal.

The person he wanted to kill this time was a fat Argentine guy with an extremely complicated name - Svyatopolk Legisamon.

Orosi also uses the prosthetic eyes of Messiah Company, and the specific functions and version iterations are clearer than him.

She asked John to turn on recording.

It was said that some evidence of illegal detention and filming of illegal super-sensory chips could be kept until the news of Svyatopolk's death spread, which could be published to increase the public relations pressure on Kammel Company.

"Kidnapping, do you understand? Don't reveal your identity, don't use your usual melee weapons, and don't leave signature wounds. The mercenary circle is easier to trace than you think."

Oros warned John.

John comes with an external lens jammer.

Ordinary monitors will not retain his image.

Orosi added a little more physical disguise - a ghost mask commonly used in Xiaoding Gang's commercial streets, a rifle without a registration code, and a set of motorcycle leather jackets.

"Damn it, it smells like sweat and alcohol. Where did you get these clothes?"

"Don't ask too carefully."

Orosi lifted off his sandproof scarf and wrapped an electromagnetic patch around John's throat.

[Equipment: External electronic vocal cord jammer]

"Is this... wait, my voice?"

The tone of John's voice changed completely.

"The situation at the scene is very complicated, and the disguise must be comprehensive. Do you want to be hunted down by Gamel?"

Orosi handed him another special pistol.

[Weapon: Needle Electric Eel]

[Module: non-lethal voltage, EMP interference]

"Give him a shot before kidnapping to disable his life-sustaining detection software."

Orosi continued to explain.

"This guy is very rich, you know, a platinum member of the emergency response team. So you have to act quickly and covertly, otherwise the insurance company will drive a float truck to protect the big customers."

John owes Euros a lot of favors.

This job is not free.

Blake would pay Orosi equivalent compensation, so she would spend time making so many preliminary preparations.

John was only responsible for the practical part.

[Eden City-Old Dream Photography Factory [listed for sale]]

With the advancement of technology, the cost of super-sensory chip shooting has been reduced, and more exciting, illegal, and heavy-flavored films have appeared on the streets, completely subverting the traditional film industry.

Large companies can rely on capital to transform.

Third-rate film companies could only declare bankruptcy on the spot.

More and more dream chasers are jumping from high-rise buildings. The capitalists who fled with their money are shown to be particularly wise, while the buildings they left behind have become in disrepair.

Legisamon bought the entire factory and transformed it into his own illegal filming base.

He put the company's assets up for sale.

On the one hand, it is reasonable tax avoidance.

On the other hand, it is a cover-up. It is normal for properties listed for sale to be uninterested. Otherwise, the factory in operation will not produce any output, which will easily attract suspicion and investigation from peers and even other units.

Legui Salmon loves role-playing.

Every time he sends a box of goods to the Eden City dock, he will take off his identity as a weapons dealer and pretend to be a film investor.

He used his generous money and the name of casting for new movies to lure unexperienced girls to the factory, brutally kill them and use equipment to record the abusers' experiences and make them into illegal chips, which he sold on black websites to show off to more perverts. own trophies.

Legisamon has been working with the ghouls for a long time.

He occasionally customizes some requirements, such as height, hair color, age and race...

This group of sap-killing scum wanders around the city of Eden, looking for targets who can pay tribute to their sponsors in exchange for more implants, powerful weapons, and considerable cash income.

Ghouls are also responsible for disposing of corpses.

Those girls who have lost signs of life will have their prosthetics removed and thrown into the incinerator, completely disappearing from the city.

[Mission target update]

[Find a way to enter the Old Dream Photography Factory. (unacommpolished)】

The flaming sunset cannot penetrate the gray sky.

The huge pipes in the industrial area and the cement walls that can be seen everywhere have become the only scenery on the street.

Before the gangsters and gang members came out, ordinary good citizens would never go near this road again.

John stepped on the oil drum and tried to climb over the wall.

The moment he jumped up, he noticed a red dot in the distance, and immediately kicked his legs back to the ground, almost being discovered by the motion detector.

Messiah prosthetic eye starts scanning.

He saw overlapping streams of red data, connected to various closed-circuit cameras and anti-theft devices.

"It doesn't look like it's for sale?"

Yue raised his head and observed the large warehouse in front of him, and finally came to the building next door.

He took a running jump, jumped over the gap between two buildings, and fell into a muddy, moss-covered back alley.

He avoided the infrared rays of the wall.

As soon as John came to the front, he immediately retracted his body and immediately changed the angle to scan again.

[Equipment: Household energy storage gun guard]

[Manufacturer: Kanmel]

[Module: motion monitoring, ballistic calculation, auxiliary magazine [Type 150]...]

"That beast has a mechanical bodyguard."

John reported the situation to Euros while looking for fire escapes and climbing points outside the building.

Ouluosi's voice came from the earphones.

[As expected, this is good news. 】

Legisamon didn't want his perverted hobbies to be known, so he traded with ghouls and used a false identity for regular updates on his illegal website.

He comes out to have fun without a bodyguard.

Orosi asked John to switch to the shared channel and start hacking from the outside. In just a few dozen seconds, surveillance equipment everywhere was marked.

John climbed up the sewage pipe to the second floor and climbed into an abandoned warehouse covered with white cloth.

It's mostly fake turf and decorations and has a suffocating industrial smell.

There are also leftover materials from the renovation.

As well as robot repair parts, various replacement heads, a small amount of gun ammunition and trigger grenades.

John took some with him.

Maybe it's the street mentality that's at work - I don't know if I'll have the chance to come back, and I always feel like I'm at a disadvantage if I don't take it.

The corridor is surrounded by cameras.

[Device Management: Ouluosi [Login]]

The red data flow was cut off.

Orosi hacked the closed-circuit system, but could not disable the mechanical turrets scattered everywhere.

The remote signals are all hung in the Messiah server. As long as the device is offline or the administrator's permissions are changed, it will cause a commotion.

John ducked through the obstacles.

He walked down the cement steps into the basement and found that the area was much larger than he had imagined.

Legisamon has either illegally expanded it or bought the abandoned maintenance station of the subway tunnel!
[Messy cart marks]

John gathers intelligence in assisted analysis mode.

There is a complete supply outlet in the basement.

Legisamon regularly transports supplies through underground waterways or city subway passages, and after he leaves, he lets the ghouls come to carry out the corpses and garbage.

[Mission target update]

[Looking for Legisamon. (unacommpolished)】

[Search the basement. (optional)]

John searched in the basement, which was open in all directions. He could hear the sound of water rushing from behind the cement wall, and every once in a while, a subway would pass by, causing the lights of the pipes to flash.

It may be that the train equipment will interfere with the pipeline operation.

John suddenly smelled a scent.

Industrial deodorizer.

He walked along the water-stained floor and saw a tidy area, and even a sweeping robot at work.

This is the cloakroom.

After confirming that the camera was turned off, he walked in and saw a row of cabinets on each wall, like a locker room for basketball players.

Stores a large variety of clothing in a variety of styles.

There are traces of wear, and it must have been taken off by a living person, because it has not been cleaned for a long time and a lot of mold has grown.

Next to it is the washroom.

John turned on the night vision mode and poked his head in.

The place is decorated like a slaughterhouse or a prison. The intervals are no higher than calf height. Bathers have no privacy. The walls are covered with locks. In addition to the shower, there is also a roll of water pipe flowing out.

It seems like someone was purged here not long ago.

John followed the muddy watermarks back to the locker room and found many more women's personal items.

Including earrings and necklaces, small wallets, scattered leaflets, various brands of cosmetics...

The largest locker is filled with unopened clothes.

John suddenly heard some strange noises - there seemed to be someone in the corridor at the far end of the shower room.

The only one who can move around freely in this basement is probably the pervert Legisamon.

John was in no hurry to go.

The task prompted him to search the basement, and in this room, there were shallow drag marks. The sweeping robot could clean up the blood, but it could not cover up those tiny scratches.

He found a secret door.

"Can we go further down? Fake, what does it smell like!"

John pulled the zipper with a strip of cloth, and as soon as he opened a crack, he was overtaken by all kinds of disgusting smells.

He slowly touched it and saw:
Under the dim yellow light, the walls and floor tiles were covered with dirt. A circular trench went around the room, and cages were built on top to hold several girls who had been kidnapped.

Most are in a coma.

This dark and perverted sight made John's ears ring.

He leaned against the wall and breathed heavily - the filthy air poured into his stomach, causing a stronger physiological reaction, and the prosthetic eyes began to focus and shrink erratically.

Bloodstains, drag marks in front of the cage, bodies lying in a pool of blood...

Every picture is zooming in and out.

The girl sitting with her legs crossed in the cage opposite saw John covering his head and suddenly began to struggle.

Her eyes and mouth widened at the same time.

"Damn it!"

John subconsciously raised his pistol.

There were ten thousand voices in his heart urging him to shoot, and even his index finger began to twitch erratically.

[Critical value: 71%↑]

The sudden onset of symptoms of cyberpsychosis may be caused by emotional stimulation by violent images, which leads to abnormal prefrontal hormones and begins to affect the control of the implant.

John almost fired.

The other girl in the cage moved faster than him.

She covered her companion's mouth, turned her back, pinned him firmly under her body, and curled up together into the shadows, trying to hide them...

Orosi's voice came from the team call.

[Go to Legisamon and act quickly. There is a chance that hacking will be detected. 】

"What to do with these?"

[They have nothing to do with you. If anyone says anything, shoot her. If you alert Legisamon in advance, things will be messed up. 】

"uh-huh."

John walked closer. Except for the two people huddled up in front of him, the girls in the other cages showed no signs of life.

Orosi cursed on the phone.

[These are newcomers who smuggled into Eden City without any background or support. Legisamon must have disposed of their implants and operating systems. Even if they were released, they would still be half disabled. 】

[Eden City is a ghost place that eats people. They are just food to be chewed in this world. Don't waste your time, or just send them to a good pregnancy. 】

John walked over to the cage.

They are the only survivors.

[Release the victim. (optional)]

John muted Orosi.

The cage uses a traditional lock, which is simpler and more reliable, and is strong enough for victims without auxiliary implants, even if the building loses power, there will be no impact.

John's arm was made of an alloy frame, and the silenced gun was aimed at the welding point and pierced it with a rapid fire.

He unscrewed the entire lock.

John noticed that the girl who covered her companion's mouth was shaking. The other girl was so frightened that she whimpered when she heard the gunshot.

The corridor was quiet, and even the faint noise from upstairs had stopped.

Then there was movement from the depths of darkness.

Legisamon must have listened carefully for a while, and then continued his own business after confirming that there was no other movement.

John, wearing a ghost mask, squatted in front of the cage and patted her shoulder.

He also had a gun in his hand.

This scene is scary enough.

But the girl's eyes were red and she was biting her mouth tightly, not daring to make any sound easily.

"You are smart enough, so you got a chance."

John took out the grenade, pulled out the safety catch, placed it firmly on the ground, and asked the girl and his companion to hold it down with their hands.

"No one spoke, no one moved, no one got hurt."

He made a silent gesture. "If you affect my work, there will be a dead end, but wait quietly for me to finish handling it, and then I will come back and take you out."

(End of this chapter)