My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 99: Reasons to come to Eden City
John left the East End underground shopping street.

He started the Atlanta virtual network, but it showed that both vehicles were outside the service area.

After Yinqi 577 was hacked and exploded by a motorcycle killer, it was dragged by the Black Gold Gang to undergo original factory repairs. It has not yet replied to itself.

Alloy RCH should still be in the parking lot of the Damascus camp, on the edge of the city LAN.

It cannot be summoned remotely via the location program.

John walks through the bustling underground mall of the East End.

He took a money card with a bottom balance from the drunken poisonous insect and bought a morning subway ticket.

He stood next to the platform, which was dimly lit and covered with graffiti, looking at the dark tunnel, as if he had returned to the day when he was at the black clinic on Bi'an Avenue.

There are very few passengers on the morning bus, and the raised hoods and faded prosthetic limbs are silently describing the wear and tear endured by the people living in the city of Eden.

[Eden City-Public Subway Exit C1]

There is a cello-like gun bag behind John, and he is also carrying a sealed box with Plato's LOGO in his right hand.

He climbed over the scanner's broken gate.

The West District is the territory of the Black Gold Gang.

Many public facilities have a very strong gang style. Apart from various brightly colored graffiti, most facilities with scanners are abandoned.

After all, there are too many good citizens with guns and bounties.

In addition to municipal monitors and road gates, other patrol drones suspended overhead are also managed by gangs, and the city council tacitly allows them to enjoy a certain degree of "autonomy."

John had found out through Mr. Vito.

This kind of right is realized based on the influence of the company.

Jingkrypton Heavy Industries covers the sky in the Eden City Industrial Zone with one hand. The business and stock price of the European headquarters stabilize Fuqi Industry, so it can fight for the corresponding rights.

Every euro flowing on the territory of the Black Gold Gang must be scraped off and delivered to Jingkrypton Heavy Industry.

The company dominates life at the bottom.

John was thinking about this when he left the subway station, and he was about to go to war with the powerful class.

He returned to the lobby of the single-family apartment.

The waitress welcomed him respectfully, presented him with the visitor registration form and express receipt status during his departure, promoted the products that were in high demand at the moment, and introduced the newly opened entertainment venues within the Black Gold Gang...

[Express receipt [pending*1]]

John opened with some confusion.

[Message user [Elona]: Seeing this message shows that graphene chips can indeed save your life. Before leaving, I had a careful chat with the doctor in the clinic. The situation is not good. How bad it will be depends on luck. 】

[Your motorcycle is in the camp. I hope you are alive and come and drive it away in person. There is a gift in the basement, which was chosen by Screwdriver and Nando. Go and have a look. 】

[Wish you recovery and see you later. 】

After John finished reading the information at the front desk, he followed the elevator directly to the underground parking lot.

Each user has an independent garage.

The functions are similar to the original VIP area. You can transfer the maintenance package. The decoration style follows the black gold luxury route, focusing on low-key luxury.

He opened the metal sliding door and saw a strange big guy.

Alloy off-road vehicles from the Thunder Miles series.

This car is from the same series as Elona's original mount. They are both MT upgraded models, with almost semi-military high-end configurations.

[Thunder Miles-Jurassic ZT15]

"Farke, big deal."

John looked around with eyebrows flying, picked up the electronic authorization card clipped on the car door and entered his biometric information.

Angelica also has the same car.

She said that the landing price of Eden City requires more than one million euros, and some upgrade packages and original factory modifications must be booked separately.

[Mission: Intolerable (Complete)]

[Rewards: Honoraria, Graphene Chip X2, Thunder Miles-Jurassic ZT15. 】

John sat in the driver's seat and touched the steering wheel.

The seats feel reassuringly wrapped when you start the car, and the engine hums in its steel behemoth.

He pretended to step on the accelerator, imagining that he would crash into the building of the Internet Supervision Office like a beast out of a cage. If he was lucky enough to be able to take the state police away on the road, that would be the best!

boom.

The car door closed with a dull sound.

John waved his hand to close the garage and returned to the elevator, leaning against the wall of the car and feeling the hum of the mechanical lifting.

The dim yellow light strip protects the last trace of sensibility before dawn.

He had been surrounded by Internet surveillance agents, and he knew how ridiculous the suicide he had just imagined was. Without black light protection, he might have been stopped remotely as soon as he appeared on the streets around the Internet surveillance.

Float vehicles and fully equipped SWAT officers.

The highest configuration bulletproof armored vehicle.

A condescending sniper.

As long as street mercenaries are targeted by a functioning organization, they will immediately wake up from their dreams.

Ding.

The elevator car opens.

There was warm and comfortable air in the apartment, the latest prosthetic body commercial was playing on the radio, and there was a human atmosphere everywhere.

John frowned.

He picked up the gun bag and walked into the living room and saw:

Euros was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed in a bathrobe, next to red wine and fruit - real fruit packed in fresh-keeping humidity bags!

John passed her indifferently.

He put the gun bag at the door of the workshop, took off his bloody coat, kicked off his boots and smelly socks, walked into the bathroom, and ordered a cup of coffee on the operation panel.

Orosi's prosthetic eyes flickered, as if she was talking on the phone.

The two of them were doing their own thing in the dimly lit living room, just like roommates who lived together in a shared house. They cursed each other when using public facilities, and they didn't communicate much at all except for roaring when they were disturbing the public by having sex.

John finished washing and came out.

Orosi sat on the sofa like a swan with spread wings, raised her head and looked at him backwards, and took the initiative to speak.

"Don't blame me for not knocking on the door. You were still in the operating room at that time. If you don't come home, I will treat you as dead."

"As you wish."

John picked up the coffee, took out the house authorization card from the drawer and threw it on the table in front of Euros.

"Leave it to you if you like."

"Hmm~"

Orosi looked amused. "I thought you had regained your confidence, but unexpectedly you still gave up on yourself?"

"Hehe, hey..."

John smiled wryly and sat down.

"Life will not let me go just because I am determined. I have tried my best to fight for it. The result is...even if I find Plato's experimental product, I still only have four days to live."

"What's next?"

"Sell your property for money, buy the biggest bomb, and go to the Internet Supervision Office to die together."

John answered truthfully.

Orosi asked with disdain.

"The way you want to lose your head is to turn yourself into a terrorist. Who do you think you can replace?"

"Anyone can do it. If those bastards from the network supervisor want to kill me, then no one can have a good life."

John spoke strongly, but not hysterically. He just stated his plan calmly, as if he were reading a will to a lawyer.

Orosi shook her head.

"I think the most you can do is blow up some unlucky operators in the office area, and those guys have the same fate as you. They struggle to make a living in the city. If you are unlucky, you will blow them up. The person who harmed you can still sit back and relax.”

"……unfair."

John was somewhat silent.

He frowned. "This city has screwed me to death. The network administrator put a bomb into my brain. You can't expect me to let them go." "You can ask the state police to cooperate."

"Let's just dream. It's worse than letting me die. If I lie in the laboratory and be a guinea pig, it would be worse..."

John became more and more excited as he spoke.

Orosi raised her head and looked at him.

John suddenly remembered her mechanical heart and felt that the word "guinea pig" might hurt her. He waved his hand and just said perfunctorily that he could not cooperate with someone who would hurt him.

Orosi smiled evilly.

"You are still very gentle, John... Don't worry, I can't waste my time coming over to laugh at you."

She picked her chin at the box next to her.

“Are there any graphene chips left?”

"The last one."

"That's good."

Orosi seemed relieved. "If there's nothing left, I'm afraid I'll have to find a way to open your brain."

"You care about dead people's things?"

"John, I came to Eden City from Europe to save a guy who is very important to me."

Orosi picked up the red wine glass and greeted him.

John held the coffee unmoved and asked after thinking for a moment.

"Armored Beamon, right? The muscular man who was next to you when we first met. Since the last time he fought with Long Chuanze, he has never appeared next to you again."

"very smart."

Orosi did not explain her relationship with Beamon, she only said that the silly big man was very important to her.

Beamon was in worse shape than John.

Gaia Cell's branch in Eden City seemed to have a technology that could save him, so Eurolos came from Europe and broke into the company at all costs to collect the clues she wanted.

John suddenly understood.

"I thought he was your bodyguard. Eden told me that Beamon is also a living legend in Europe. He is ridiculously strong."

"Strength comes at a price."

Orosi said that the last battle with Longchuan Ze made Beamon's condition deteriorate rapidly. In order to extend the other party's life, he had to get a Platonic Graphene chip.

"You look a lot like me, are you cyberpsychotic?"

John continued to ask.

Orosi didn't want to explain, she just asked him to give a price and buy the last one in the box.

John shrugged.

He opened the sealed box and pushed it in front of Orosi.

"I want to survive, yes, but only if I don't cooperate with the network supervisors."

"The price is a bit high."

"I knew it, hey, then I'll give it to you,"

John smiled wryly and shook his head. "Eden said that many people are guessing the reason why you came to Eden City, and they are afraid that you will cause big trouble... Don't worry, I will die soon and won't let the secret out."

He stood up and walked to the tool room with relief, ready to check his weapons and equipment again.

Orosi raised her feet and locked the box.

"Okay, deal, I'll give you a way to survive."

She laughed at John's surprised expression.

"I originally thought that if you didn't give up on yourself, you would be able to calm down and find a way. But...hey, you are still too young. Being a mercenary born on the streets still limits your thinking."

"WTF?"

"You can't survive, not because of your mentality, but simply because your brain is not strong enough. My dear, I have already hinted to you..."

Euros motioned John to sit down and analyzed the situation for him.

The Black Ice program used for network monitoring is very advanced, so just find the right hacker who can understand this technology.

"Farke, I'm not the middleman."

John thought it was some genius idea.

Orosi said that this is not a matter of connections, but thinking. "I also started from the streets. Relationships are resources. Forget it, I don't have time to teach you."

She paused.

"The state police wants to kill you. Why? Because he suspects that you are related to the serum, which means he is afraid of the serum. Of course, it is normal that you can't find her, but you know Gino and tinfoil, and you even went to find her. A baseball bat and never opened your mouth?"

Orosi exposed him directly.

Tinfoil and Eden are on the same side, and John doesn't want to continue to be in debt.

Gino and Baseball Bat were too immature to be compatible with super hackers, so they were not considered.

John was speechless.

Orosi crossed her arms and her towel was loose.

"These people and Serum are both members of the Wanderer Alliance. Serum is the strongest, but there are other geniuses. Can't you just ask Gino and Baseball Bat to ask for help and find a few masters who understand the Black Ice program?"

She is also a hacker herself and is in the middleman business, so she is very familiar with this information.

"...Fake!"

John pounded the coffee table and stood up.

He covered his head and paced in the living room, his whole body numb. The dying man actually found a chance to live.

"I'm going to make a call!"

John's prosthetic eyes flashed and he began to look through his address book.

Orosi raised her hand to interrupt him.

"Forget it, you're too naive."

I'm afraid it's too late to contact him now. Super hackers tend to have weird personalities. Even if a member of the Wanderer gets in touch, it will be difficult to establish trust in a short period of time.

"In this case, the person who promised to solve the Black Ice program may not be determined to help you."

What Orosi said was very realistic.

"It's better to let others beg you instead of you begging them. Otherwise, what if they want to use you as an experiment to test the limits of the Black Ice program and burn your brain directly?"

"Then I'm still hopeless?"

"Use my resources as payment to you to buy graphene chips."

Orosi stood up and took off the towel, exposing her curves.

Her prosthetic eyes flickered, scanning John's face, and she saw several different emotional values ​​​​beating, revealing a playful smile.

"You're quite knowledgeable."

Orosi teased.

She threw the dress she had brought in into the trash can, picked up the white shirt John had put in the dryer, put on his indoor slippers, and finally came back to take away the suitcase on the table.

"Go to sleep and wait for my call when you wake up tomorrow."

[Mission: Deserter]

[Reward: Remuneration, special algorithm [unknown]]

A task prompt popped up in front of John.

The iron bars are retracted into the walls.

Orosi walked into the elevator and smiled and waved to him until the iron door of the car extinguished the dim yellow light.

The numbers on the display began to drop.

John seemed to be drained of energy and sat on the sofa. He reached for the red wine bottle but hesitated several times but did not drink it.

The prosthetic eye refocuses.

The darkness before dawn was diluted, the morning light was dim, and the gray sky was lighting up uncontrollably.

　Thanks to book friend 20240323185056929 for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)