My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 94 094: Happy Birthday

John lay on the bed and stared at the colorful night outside the window. Looking down at the city from the Borago Club members' lounge area, it was as if he could see it turning into a wriggling living thing.

The neon lights turned into circles of overlapping haloes, like the eyes of a giant beast opening. The tough black lines were the body. After being cut open with a knife, only technology and violence flowed out.

"You've been tortured quite a bit."

The purple-haired girl lay naked next to her, holding a metal electronic cigarette between her slender knuckles.

"Not by me, but by this city. John, why are you bothering yourself like this?"

She hugged John from behind - his shoulders were broad and strong, exuding a comfortable warmth.

Breathing becomes gentle and long.

"From this perspective, the city of Eden is so unfamiliar. I thought that picking up a gun and working on the streets would make life better."

"There's none?"

"It's even worse. Life is a mess and I can't see the way."

John was breathing heavily, as if a powerful device was dissipating heat in the traditional way.

The purple-haired girl turned the steering wheel and sat in the front.

John's head was held in her arms.

He raised his arms and hugged her, stroking the artificial leather and metal lines, feeling the original heartbeat of this body hidden under the technological transformation.

The rhythm seemed like a kind of lullaby.

The purple-haired girl also put her chin in front of his forehead.

"If you feel life is terrible, stop thinking about what you have lost. Turn around and take stock of your belongings to see what you have left."

She made John's pillow more comfortable.

"If this city treats you badly, decadence can only make it more exciting. You have to resist, take stock of your own cards, use all your strength to maximize every chip, and give it a few hard blows. Only in this way can you Make yourself happy..."

There were no lights on in the single room.

The blue light shone on the two bodies through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

John slowly opened his eyes.

He became active, picked up the other person, watched the purple hair spread on the white sheets again, and kissed him gently...

Everyone is a container.

It can be filled with alcohol, lust, or even money.

Of course, it’s best to use love.

Even if the heart is like a funnel, the gap can still be blocked by the strong body temperature and provide temporary comfort.

欻——

Ethan Berg RCH drifted and turned around in the parking lot.

The front of the car with a strong metallic feel is raised high, accompanied by the unique sound of the top-end engine.

The night wind was caught in the aluminum glass coat collar.

The colorful street scenes are constantly changing, spot-like lights are reflected on the retina, and the wet neon is crushed...

At this time, John wanted to admit that Orosi was great.

The indulgence therapy she recommended is indeed effective. After the pressure is vented wildly along with desire, reason returns, and there is indeed room for maneuver in the current situation.

【Eden City Landfill III】

The motorcycle shot out a cone-shaped beam of light in the dark wasteland, emitting a deep roar like a wild beast surrounding it.

John hikes into a maze of towering blocks.

Urban garbage landfills have been fully automated for a long time. Giant heavy industry machinery regularly sorts and compresses them, causing the scene here to change slightly every day.

[Equipment: Black Spider]

[Status: Temporarily Away [Please restart the system]]

John located the Atlanta virtual network and found a fully charged and dormant black spider on the edge of the garbage mountain.

Blacklight has more limited functions than you might think.

He didn't expect that even the black spiders were useless. It was a good thing that the progress of digging for windfalls had to be stalled. The most important thing was that the remains of the prosthetic limbs with biological information were hard to find...

That thing is the raw material for making special inhibitors.

John had a makeshift set at the junkyard.

He visited the black spider at close range, and the black light flickered, but seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

[Restart failed and the deployment command is invalid. 】

John sighed and continued his visit.

During the time when the captain fell on his last return trip and the webmaster used black ice on him, the two black spiders still saved some materials.

[Loading material list...]

[Special consumables X2]

[Wind Fortune Account x1]

[Object to be accessed x1]

John first made the remains of the prosthetic arm into an inhibitor, then inserted it into his own neck and continued to stare at the critical value.

The miracle didn't happen.

The special inhibitor turned into an unreadable chip, and the windfall account failed to be accessed.

Something to be expected.

John was not overly annoyed and turned his attention to the object to be accessed.

It's just a broken wrist data slot.

In the cyberpunk era, basic modifications will be made to the body. The most common ones are the slot at the neck, the operating system that takes into account communication, and the data cable that can be pulled out from the wrist.

John just picked it up and looked at it for a few seconds...

A familiar dizziness hit me, accompanied by tinnitus, and then the scene in front of me suddenly changed.

It feels like watching a supersensory chip.

In his field of vision was a ceiling hung with yellow lights, and his limbs were tied to a metal bed frame.

The screen keeps flashing.

A strong man wearing a white undershirt suddenly appeared, and then he grabbed his throat.

His delicate limbs tensed.

The cursing and roaring in his ears continued for a while, and then the bed sheets began to appear red.

[Wreckage detected, materials are being extracted and analyzed. 】

[Biological information - Deejay Dance, resident database search...]

John broke free from the hallucination.

[Mission: Happy Birthday]

[Reward: Remuneration (floating)]

This is the third time John has triggered a mission in the landfill.

He couldn't help but pick things up and observe:

The soft alloy was severely corroded, and the model was too small. It was obviously a model used by children who were just beginning to undergo modifications, and there were black residues in the gaps that had not yet been completely decomposed.

The scan revealed some sort of sugary concoction.

【Mission target update:】

[Go to the whistle community and look for Joe. (unacommpolished)】

John knew a kid from the whistle community.

Baseball bat.

He is a netizen of Gino and Tinfoil, a member of the Wanderer Alliance, a very talented little hacker, and the first person on the Internet to discover clues to the serum Pandora.

He hid the black spider and the equipment again, but to be on the safe side, he still didn't put any special inhibitor on him - network surveillance had spies everywhere in the city, and now without Eden's protection, the consequences of carrying evidence would most likely lead to sudden death.

【Eden City-ShaoZi Community】

Baseball Bat is wearing a loose sweatshirt today.

This child of Colombian descent welcomed John's arrival with an adult tone and introduced him to his friends. It was completely different from the image he had when he was kidnapped by a sap.

He has natural confidence in this community, and the wild metal jewelry on his earlobes shines brighter than usual.

After John finished greetings, he proposed to find someone named Joe.

The baseball bat is a little surprising, so let’s introduce it.

"He is a pure American. Well, his skin color is actually quite rare in the whistle community. He used to be a homeless man and has a good relationship with the administrator. Now he occasionally works as a substitute teacher in the community school."

"Is he a hacker?"

"Probably not. There is no hacking equipment. It basically talks about some survival skills, which are particularly practical, such as how to fight with people on the street, how to save your life when injured, etc."

"Wow~"

John expressed slight surprise.

There are many settlements similar to the Whistle Community in Eden City, where groups with the same characteristics huddle together for warmth.

He saw graffiti in different styles.

Strong South American men in various modifications had their arms spread out and were distributed in twos and threes around the building, staring at John with vigilant eyes.

The baseball bat led him to the community manager's residence.

This house is no different from any other building. The steps were seriously damaged due to the high frequency of entry and exit, and the lawn turned into an uneven muddy ground.

There is a row of stalls in front of the door.

Adults and children lined up in a long line very well:

Among these people are burly men with bald heads and tattoos, heavily modified mechanical maniacs, fashionable girls wearing mesh erotic clothes, foul-mouthed imps, and slim hackers...

"Today is candy day, a community welfare event."

Baseball Bat introduced John, pointing to the large piece of pink paste on the stall.

[Food: Mexican cut sugar]

[Materials: synthetic honey, lemon concentrate, sugar cane juice, etc.]

A roar came from the caretaker's house.

The skinny old man with wrinkles on his face walked out while complaining.

"The idea of ​​books is really stupid. Even if you are the most trusted teacher in the community, but your funds are limited, you can completely replace it with a chip with higher information storage capacity!"

He was wearing an old dark green uniform, like an eighty-year-old boy scout who had not yet voluntarily left the group.

Baseball Bat said that was the administrator.

The most prestigious old gentleman in the whistle community, no matter how vicious a criminal he is, would not dare to offend him in this land.

Then a girl chased out from behind.

She was wearing motorcycle clothes, and there were oil stains on her gray T-shirt. She looked a little strong, but there was nothing wrong with her height or figure, and her long brown hair.

"That's Joe."

"what?"

John was in a daze.

Joe had already chased the administrator out, with a magnetic voice, like that of a sexy radio anchor.

The tone was very strong.

"Traditional books are meaningful. The kind of education that relies on electronic components will destroy young people. Only physical objects have a sense of inheritance. That kind of atmosphere can unite us."

Joe is still pumping out his theories.

The administrator couldn't resist, so he had no choice but to go to the printing factory to see if there was a processing workshop willing to take on small jobs.

Qiao picked up the e-cigarette and was about to leave.

The baseball bat stopped in front of him at the right time.

Qiao always frowned, and as soon as he exhaled a puff of smoke, he narrowed his eyes, then raised his waist and smiled.

"Wow, John."

"OK, I'm getting used to this feeling. Even if you call me suddenly now, it wouldn't be unusual."

John shrugged, saving himself the trouble of introducing himself.

Qiao raised her waist in a rough movement, not caring about the privacy of her chest at all - the bottoming shirt was stretched to the limit, even exposing the tattoo around her belly button.

John noticed the sign of Damascus.

"Do you know Nando?"

"It used to be, but I have been away from the family for a while. I heard that he is now very popular. I guess they are all newcomers and there are not many people who keep in touch with me."

"Why did you leave the camp?"

"Wow, that's not very polite, John. Although I heard your story from an old friend, everyone has their own privacy."

Joe patted the baseball bat on the head.

She walked up to the administrator, reached out for a piece of candy and handed it directly to the baseball bat as payment for leading the way.

A few people in the queue shook their heads.

But no one said anything.

Joe took off his volunteer service vest badge and returned it to the administrator, and then he and John started walking along the community path.

"What do you want from me?"

"I received a special commission, you may have a clue."

"Intelligence trading is a bit interesting."

Joe took the severely corroded chip and after looking at it for a moment, the expression on his face suddenly became very gloomy.

John was close.

He even saw Qiao's pupils shrink unconsciously, and his mood swings even affected the working status of the implant.

"You...uh, where did you come from? What kind of job do you have?"

Joe became proactive.

John shook his head helplessly. He couldn't say it was found in a garbage dump, so he could only say it speciously.

"I'm a mercenary and I'm entrusted with keeping this secret."

Joe was a little anxious and wanted to inquire about the specific situation. After repeated attempts to no avail, he sat on a half-broken bench by the roadside and began to talk.

John noted:
When Joe refers to himself, he also uses "he" instead of "she".

"Wow, you can just ask, don't keep asking, it's not a secret in the community or the camp anyway."

Joe sat down very proudly, with his elbows supporting the backrest, and the metal e-cigarette in his other hand hanging down on his crotch.

"I have two sets of guys, both men and women, you know?"

"Wow, that's cool."

"Aha, you think so? Come on, I thought so at the beginning. It wasn't until I became an adult that my father thought this was an advantage, so he threw me into a sex den and bought me two guns, small packages of illegal drugs, and Three hundred dollars in loose money..."

"Until I couldn't stand it anymore, I stuck a spoon into a client's eye socket, and finally I jumped out of the window and joined the Damascus camp on the way."

"At that time, we were not in the city of Eden, the tribes were not divided, and Nando had not yet become the leader of Damascus."

Joe told his story calmly.

His eyes were calm, without sadness or sadness, nor bragging and bragging, just...description.

[Talk to Joe. (unacommpolished)】

Joe has done many jobs and worked as a mercenary. Various social experiences made him become a camp teacher.

John was surprised.

As a native of Eden City, he felt that education was a very distant and luxurious thing. Let alone private institutions, even the cost of public schools was very affordable.

Major corporations are injecting capital into educational institutions.

Those places will bind company employees to their descendants, or train successors for the powerful class, or even bind student loans to labor contracts.

The education penetration rate in the cyberpunk era is extremely low.

"I didn't expect there would be a teacher position for homeless people."

John marveled from the bottom of his heart.

Joe smiled and crossed his legs, as if talking about something proud.

"You've seen a lot of cars in the camp, right? The kind that are obviously not occupied by people and are parked around abandoned buildings..."

During the homeless stay, usable buildings will be divided into meeting places, living areas, hospitals, schools or other public facilities that can provide shelter.

To city dwellers, wanderers are adrift.

But in fact their educational level is very high.

It not only abandoned the "barbaric education" of the old era, but also rejected the information transmission promoted by technology, and instead followed the tradition of American rural family education.

Teachers are responsible for educating adults and children.

A large-scale camp like Damascus will even set up a mobile library, network operation station and communication center to keep in touch with other parts of the world and obtain the latest information.

"We also have a mobile theater, which is the kind of movie with sound in an open-air motel. It blows the wind, teases the girl, and cheers for the key plot..."

The teaching of Wanderers focuses on practical knowledge.

Such as machinery, agriculture or engineering construction...

The main source of income for wanderers is to search for mobile trade orders and job opportunities between cities.

This knowledge can help them better perform their jobs and gain team and technical advantages over competition from local residents.

Some wanderers also delved into classic literature and even philosophy.

"I have even seen poets in large tribes before. They are the kind of people who can make news in first-tier cities and be surrounded by the rich and powerful as fans."

Joe tells about his career.

John also noticed that his spoken English was very nice, and he may have received systematic language training.

Joe spoke freely.

It seemed that he hadn't talked about the past with anyone for a long time, and he became much more cordial when making eye contact with John.

[Take clues from Joe. (unacommpolished)】

"So you do know this thing?"

John took out the remains of the prosthetic body again.

Joe's expression was very complicated.

He saw the black glue that had not completely dissolved in the connection port, and smiled bitterly, but his eyes darkened completely, and he talked about the reason why he left the Damascus camp.

When he first came to Eden City, he brought a group of students.

At that time, Damascus was weak and the camp was extremely busy. The children were still in their excitement period and liked social education classes the most - experiencing life in the city, shopping with camp members, or following a car on a transportation mission. .

When Joe was leading the team.

A little guy has been kidnapped.

"That's a boy, his name is Deejay Dance, but we all call him Cane Cane. He's tall and skinny, and he doesn't dare to talk nonsense."

"He is the gentlest one among the little ghosts. Every time I make candies, he hides at the end and takes them. He is reluctant to eat them. His body temperature often melts and blocks the data port..."

Joe began to breathe rapidly as he recounted the story.

He finally swallowed, blinked wildly, and had never been so vulnerable when talking about his experiences.

"Nando and I used all our resources. We had few connections at the time, but in the end we still couldn't catch that beast. There wasn't even a body. The person who could do this was most likely a ghoul."

Joe started smoking again.

John probably already guessed the mission content.

"Do you have a clue? Anything."

"There is only one nickname, called Can. He used to work in the West District, but he never showed up again. He may be dead. The West District is controlled by the Black Gold Gang, but the camp has a competitive relationship with the Eden City gang."

"I checked after I left Damascus, but the people involved in the Black Gold Gang have changed."

"For a long time, I would tremble all over when I saw or heard about someone trading underage super-sensory chips."

Joe smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"That's all I know."

"enough."

John stood up to say goodbye and leave.

He did not give any guarantee, or even reveal the purpose of his trip. After all, the follow-up requirements were unclear. What if the person involved was not freed from the nightmare?
Joe called to him.

"Hey, John, who is it... Damn it, let me just tell you, is it Nando?"

John hesitated for a moment and asked.

"If so, would you like to go back to Damascus camp?"

"hehe."

Joe waved his hand.

[New contact has been created-Qiao]

John drove back to the West End.

[Mission target update]

[Inquire about canned food related news. (unacommpolished)】

He called Gilead midway and then introduced the general situation.

This happened during a time when Bones ruled the streets.

At that time, the Black Gold Gang was violent and chaotic, and finding someone with an expired nickname that wasn't loud enough was much more difficult than imagined.

Fortunately, Gilead had a good relationship with John.

He took advantage of the local area and thought hard for a long time. Finally, he sent him the address of a store in the commercial district and asked John to find an old antique and ask.

[Shop-Sensitive scales [tattoos, luminous implants, etc.]]

John drove his motorcycle through the downtown area.

He saw the photo that was about to fade in the corner of the box. The neon tube was only half lit.

The boss was holding a bottle of wine that emitted a strange smell.

John confirmed that he was still alive and approached him to strike up a conversation. Due to the low communication efficiency, he couldn't help himself and went to the vending machine next door to get a hangover potion.

The boss started drooling.

Bones crunched.

"I belong to Cao Nima, who are you, a ghoul? You bitch, you pricked me with a needle, what's in it, blood with sexually transmitted diseases or anesthetics, you want to take revenge on society, right?"

"My name is John, introduced by Gilead." The boss's expression paused.

He seemed to have recovered from the daze of waking up, and began to overclock his rusty and stuck brain.

【Street reputation improvement↑】

[The black market has unlocked more goods and services. 】

"Ah, I heard about you... come sit here."

The boss rubbed his mouth.

"You are indeed too fair. You don't look like a big shot on the street at all. Let me recommend you some very rare styles, fluorescent ones are also fine. The champion of the monthly boxing match the year before last came to me to get a tattoo, which was on his lower waist. The English abbreviation above..."

[Mission target update]

[Obtain information from the boss. (unacommpolished)】

He seemed to be in a good mood.

"Sit down, John, let me tell you some gossip. He claimed that those letters were lucky letters, but they were actually the initials of his boyfriend. Who would have thought that the strong man who knocked out the runner-up with three punches was a loser?"

"Hey, wait a minute!"

John wanted to save time, so he took the initiative to transfer a sum of money.

The smile on the boss's cheek became more three-dimensional.

John revealed the nickname "Can" and described the specific time and situation.

The boss said that nicknames can easily overlap.

But he changed the subject.

"Canned can be a slang term."

"Ok?"

“At the time when the Eden City gangs were fighting for their territory, canning was a buzzword that spread around the docks because companies put too many food additives into cans, which led to it being linked to drug worship.”

“Will this knowledge help me find someone?”

John pays in the hope of seeing results.

The boss introduced with a professional and philistine expression.

"This is the City of Eden, my friend. Every graffiti pattern on the Black Gold Gang's territory has its own meaning, and tattoos are no exception. The worship of cans gave birth to a series of tattoo styles, which were very popular in the 50s."

"Can we find them?"

"Damn it, do you think I'm the one who does the census, or are you the person in charge of resident records in the ECPD?"

The boss wanted to get angry, but for the sake of money, he explained to John very patiently.

"People who live on the streets have a short life and are basically dead. Recently, you can still see guys who can be admired. Most likely they no longer have guns and have turned to doing safer business."

He slumped on the stool, continued drinking, and mumbled descriptions of the customers he remembered.

John had planned to call Gilead again.

The worst possible outcome would be to trouble Mr. Vito.

He learned one thing from Orosi: when he troubles others, he is actually building relationships at the same time.

"...That fat guy has never lost weight, and he has a tattoo on his right shoulder..."

"What did you say?"

John turned suddenly.

"Um, you mean the gambler Sambu?"

The tattoo shop owner is recalling customer information. After all, it is easy to be sensitive to patterns in this industry.

He described the physical features again.

John had seen the perpetrator in flashbacks and always felt that this guy had a high probability of winning the bid.

[Negotiate with Sambu. (unacommpolished)】

John rode his motorcycle to the residential area on the north side of the West End.

This is basically a gathering place for heavy industry, and the low-cost housing is crowded with drug addicts and gamblers at the bottom of society.

Gilead is a little brother.

As the small leader of the Black Gold Gang, he is in charge of the Yiju Leasing Company and has a fairly good understanding of real estate and tenant information in the West District.

Several minions were waiting for John on the street.

They pointed at a fat man with a fleshy face in a dark alley, confirmed the target and prepared to leave, and told John not to shoot easily.

This is the territory of Bones.

It would be inconvenient for Gilead's little brother to stay too long.

"Hello, Sambu?"

John walked quietly out of the shadows, holding a butterfly fixed knife.

The fat guy turned around with a cigarette in his mouth, a robotic arm from his elbow down, and he was dressed like a homeless man who had been hungover for three days without taking a shower, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with his familiar posture and voice!
"Fake, it's... who are you!"

Sambu's left ear fell to the ground, he covered his face with blood and cursed. As soon as he yelled, an alloy knife was inserted into his mouth.

The tongue was scratched.

The two rows of teeth couldn't help but tremble, clanging against the metal.

"Have you ever been in the business of kidnapping children?"

John pressed his knee on his chest, reading strong fear and shock in Sambu's eyes.

But there is no doubt.

"It seems I have found the right one. In Eden City in 73, a little boy from the camp was kidnapped, and you did terrible things to him..."

Sambu's breathing became rapid.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he were back in the dark and damp basement, except that the roles of butcher and sheep were reversed.

"dad?"

A soft childish voice came from the side.

John had pointed his gun at the tin house, but saw:

A girl with a sallow complexion stood there holding an empty tin box of candy, looking at them with dull eyes.

"Fuck, fuck you!"

John pulled out the knife, knocked out two teeth, and prepared to drag him to the corner to entertain him.

Sang yelled with blood on his face.

"No, she is my daughter, my biological daughter!"

The fat man knelt down and begged for mercy.

"That time, a company guy wanted to order some videos, and I was responsible for taking care of it. Killing him was an accident, and I never did it again!"

"You can't pray that I spare you, can you?"

"At least not today. Today is her birthday. Please spend today and come here to find me again!"

Sambu burst into tears and begged for mercy.

[Agree to Sambu’s request. (optional)]

[Dispose of Sambu’s body. (optional)]

John turned his eyes to the girl with a fierce expression.

"Or it would be fair if I put her through the same thing as a little kid."

He seemed to be holding the knife loosely.

In fact, while waiting for Sambu's answer, as long as he hesitates or nods, there will immediately be torture comparable to torture waiting, and in the end it would be better to leave it to Qiao to handle it.

Sambu immediately rolled over and crawled to the ground.

He stood in front of the little girl and kept asking her to spare the child in an almost begging tone.

The little girl is somewhat malnourished.

Her eyelids were baggy, as if she hadn't slept enough, or as if she wasn't able to concentrate due to long-term hunger.

The candy box is empty.

John eventually left the alley, promising to find him at the same time tomorrow.

[Send a message to Joe. [Optional]]

Eden City has a cargo terminal.

Those behemoths stayed far away on the sea, and the water was as thick as ink under the night light.

The Alloy RCH is docked next to the container.

John leaned on the railing and recounted Sambu's situation in great detail over the phone.

Joe said nothing.

There is no way to see the other person's expression through the signal.

John heard sobs.

He sighed and offered a solution.

"Sambu will most likely die. At least I want him to die. Then it will be up to me to explain to the child why he killed his father."

"Or even more extreme, if you want to retaliate in kind, I will give you both the beast and the child."

"Living, dead, big or small, I can provide it."

John spoke very calmly.

This actually made Joe speak.

[Do whatever you want, I know this is enough, see you later. 】

The call was hung up.

John found an all-night bar and ordered some lemonade and synthetic food to pay for his dinner.

He decided to act early.

I'll go find Sambu before noon tomorrow.

John was leaning in the corner of the booth and fell asleep. Since he didn't turn on the night disturbance, he was woken up by the phone call.

[Contact-Nando [Video Call]]

"Ah, rare visitor."

[Hey, John, I'm looking for you about Joe. 】

John smiled.

"Ha, as expected."

[He was originally one of us, and he is still one of us now. I heard his good friend say in the camp... Have you solved the Dijie matter? This is a very good opportunity. Let him return to his family. The Damascus camp will always remember this friendship. 】

"All I can do is, man, why don't you try and talk to him yourself?"

John asked instead.

[I tried, John, I tried a long time ago, but after all, I am responsible for the entire camp. Regarding the sugar cane, I gave the order to stop wasting resources. The quarrel was very fierce, okay? At that time, he still underestimated the significance of this child to him. Maybe... he also saw his former self. 】

"talk later."

John wouldn't vouch for this.

He glanced at the morning mist-filled sky outside the window and returned to the shabby house before noon.

There is nothing inside.

"Hey, a classic scene."

John put his pockets in his pocket and turned around to leave. He had already expected this situation, and turned around to send a message to Gilead.

Before he left last night, he had the boys from the Black Gold Gang watching him.

A few minutes later I received a coordinate.

[Eden City-Industrial Zone Temporary Casino]

Where cheap labor is abundant, a large number of small industries related to daily life will definitely spawn.

Eden City is seriously lacking in entertainment options.

Ordinary citizens under the oppression of high intensity work and crime.

The dopamine hit from gambling is even cheaper than illegal chips and illegal drugs.

The little girl sat in front of the steps.

She raised her head, still with a dull expression, and said nothing while holding the empty candy box.

In the distance is a synthetic food stall.

She didn't show a hungry expression, and she didn't even notice the commotion coming and going next to her.

Until the ghouls noticed him.

He was probably a newbie who had just arrived in Eden City. He had not yet completely let go of his moral bottom line and lacked experience. He stood in a very dark corner and looked at her deliberately for a long time.

Even if you take your butt, you can think of:
How can such a kid have valuable implants on his body? The internal organs may not be fully developed.

The ghoul stood in front of the girl.

He blocked the light in the cracks in the industrial area, and also blocked the girl's weak and stupid figure.

But the next second.

Another person stood behind the ghoul, almost overlapping with his shadow.

"Well……"

John grabbed him by the throat and walked to the corner like he was holding a piece of trash.

He didn't avoid people.

The gray area in the industrial area is not surprising to ordinary citizens.

John was about to break the ghoul's arm, but found that the little girl who was in a daze just now was staring at him.

He hesitated for a moment and whispered into his ear.

"How much do you think you are worth?"

The ghoul was trembling.

Just by feeling the quality of the arm with his neck, he could already imagine what kind of ruthless character was behind him.

John received a sum of money.

The ghoul rolled away from the scene.

The onlookers looked away and whispered with regret.

John sat next to the little girl and said calmly.

"I will kill your father, but I don't want to kill you. Is there anyone in this city who likes you, like my mother?"

"died."

The little girl's voice was very low and a little hoarse.

She didn't cry or choke, she just answered with a thin body, almost empty eyes, and the same plain voice.

John asked again.

"What's in the box?"

"Money, food, mom left it."

"Run out?"

John seemed to have a guess.

The girl pursed her lips and looked back at a steel structure building. A police aerial vehicle happened to be passing by at the corner of the building.

She looked away again.

John stretched out his hands and stood up, trying to look at the sky from her perspective - adults were too tall, and the sunlight happened to be blocked by buildings, but she was bathed in the light with flying dust.

"Would you like to live with a stranger?"

John explained. "Ah, it's not me. I go outside the city and stay with the homeless."

The girl was silent for a long time, then curled up again and hugged the box tightly.

Her eyes became complicated again, as if she was trying her best to understand the meaning of this sentence.

John waited a moment.

He asked one last question.

"Is it really your birthday yesterday?"

The little girl said nothing.

"Ok."

John stood up and dusted himself off.

He walked towards the container the girl was looking at just now. It was indeed a place where people gathered for gambling.

He exchanged the money given by the ghoul for chips, and then swaggered through the thick smoke.

Sambu had never won so much money.

He was so excited that he even forgot that today was his death day, and naively thought that the God of Death would respect time and that he could abscond with the money before the countdown ended.

The people next to me exclaimed.

Sambu stared at the card table nervously, only to find that the answer to this round of gambling had not yet been revealed.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next second the whole world went dark.

John wiped out his eyes with a knife in front of everyone, and accurately cut off the other ear in the splatter of blood, then the joints of the limbs, and finally the neck...

He threw all his chips on the table.

Then he stared at the members of the Black Gold Gang who were rushing over. As expected, this is the West District after all.

The venue manager recognized John.

But he seemed to be the little boss over there. When he couldn't make up his mind, he could only make frantic phone calls.

John found something at random and packed the body.

He seemed to be dragging a heavy luggage away. When he passed by the bar where chips were exchanged, he reached out and grabbed a handful of cheap candies.

He called Gilead's younger brother and asked him to help him clean up the mess, and he would be rewarded afterwards.

After all this, John went to wash his hands.

There was a lot of blood residue and the clothes were stained.

He sighed, returned to the doorstep, and put the candy he just got in the iron box.

John picked up the little girl and placed her in front of the motorcycle.

He looks like a calm trafficker.

The hostages also cooperated throughout the whole process, but they were exaggeratedly thin and felt as if they were about to be blown away by the wind at any time.

Tens of minutes later.

【Eden City-ShaoZi Community】

John brought the child to Joe.

He smoked for a long time. "I lost a boy, you brought me a girl?"

"Do you want to deal with it? I can do it for you."

John sat next to him, folded his arms and said.

Joe frowned and turned to look at him.

"Have you ever spoken like this before?"

"..."

Joe went up to check the girl's condition and noticed the cheap candies in the tin box.

"Shet, this thing has stimulants."

She wanted to grab it.

The girl who had always been silent squatted down and hugged him tighter.

Joe stood up, thought for a moment and said.

"White people are not welcome in the whistle community, and even children will not grow up in a good environment there."

"There is a nice place outside the city, with good education, comprehensive facilities, and even the warmth of home."

John answered promptly.

"If you go back now, you can make Nando feel embarrassed and see if he can stand up in front of everyone. He can also give you a hug... Of course, you can only think about it yourself."

He took one last look at the little girl and left.

[Eden City-Youdong Street]

The familiar dawn hour.

Nando called again.

But John spoke first: "Is there something wrong with your biological clock?"

[A mercenary who reverses day and night, do you have the right to criticize me? 】

Nando retorted with a smile and said seriously.

[I have to thank you, John. Joe just came home with a child. The girl is very quiet, she is simply the female version of Dee Jay. Qiao should also let go of his worries, this is the most important thing! 】

"It seems like yesterday was her birthday."

[I heard from Qiao that the child is only willing to talk to him now. Others are silent when they talk to her, but it doesn’t matter... Damascus will take good care of her and at least make up for a lively birthday. 】

【image】

Nando posted a photo from the party.

【Do you want to come over to participate? 】

"No, I'm busy."

[Do you have anything to pass on to your child? 】

John was illuminated by the firelight.

Directly in front of him was a burning oil drum. The grease inside was sizzling, emitting black smoke, and the aroma of fuel and meat floated toward the dawn of Eden City.

"Just say..."

"Happy birthday, I lit candles for her."

[Task: Happy Birthday (Complete)]

[Reward: Remuneration (consumed)]

　A little late, sorry sorry
　　
　
(End of this chapter)