My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 115 Chapter 115: Lieutenant Colonel

The cabinet started to act as a broker. According to the rules of the street, if it is a one-time sale, additional fees will be charged.

John has a good reputation.

The cabinet emphasized that the contact was in the name of personal relationship, and it was best to decide the future relationship between the two parties through a cooperation.

[Side Mission: Ordinary People]

[Reward: Subcutaneous Armor Replenishment Solution, Remuneration (Floating)]

Did a prompt pop up in front of John? He readily agreed and told the cupboard.

"I don't have money in my pocket for the time being. I can either owe it to you, or wait until I raise the money to settle the bill later... Ah, don't worry, I can settle the bill on time if I supply the goods for a long time."

"Damn it! It's too stupid to settle the bill afterwards. I'll try my best to ask the lieutenant colonel to find you a job and use your labor to pay off the debt."

Cabinet pouted.

Directly across from it was an old police car parked on the side of the road.

The person in the driver's seat looked at John through the rearview mirror. After confirming their eyes from a distance, he slowly smoked his cigarette back into the car, leaving only an arm guard outside.

The blue-grey pavement was painted with alternating red and yellow lines, and everything was covered in dust and odd-colored graffiti.

John was still thinking about the captain.

Barry Kitt looked at John with an indifferent expression.

There is a light smoke in the middle.

John looked around and found his target:
On the oblique sunlight section under the overpass, there is a giant exhaust fan four to five meters high embedded in the wall.

buzzing.

[New Contact-Barry Jeter]

[Eden City-West District Construction Center]

He was wearing a full set of tactical weapons, had stubby hair, and had obvious service experience and scars.

If a street kid passed by, he would probably be regarded as an ordinary police officer who fishes and drinks coffee during work.

John wrote this down.

"Cargo delivery drone? Do you want to do express delivery? The order mode of City Hunter? Just drive. The restriction over Eden City is much more troublesome than you think."

"I didn't plan to meet you originally, at least not in person. Two team leaders at Sakura Crossing have offered you a large reward. If you are brought alive, the reward will be doubled."

John drove his motorcycle to the bottom of the overpass.

John stopped for a while, waited for the information to be confirmed, and then ordered a Black Spider prototype from him. Later, as a supplement, he mentioned the transport plane.

After the cabinet finished speaking, the prosthetic eye began to flash.

John rode up on his motorcycle.

"No money? John, please be smarter. This is a very bad way of introducing yourself. You act like a cheap mercenary, but I've made you a professional. Do you understand? Don't embarrass me."

An arm with black gloves stretched out from the window, leaning against the car door as if unintentionally, with a traditional cigarette between it.

"uh-huh."

This is the "interview" location for cabinet arrangements.

"alright."

The cabinet sounded a little confused.

"Then don't worry about it. It has to be a drone, and its load capacity must reach a certain standard."

After Black Spider completes its inspection and restores its digging function, a transport plane will still be needed to run back and forth.

Cabinet representation is a bit difficult.

Barry belongs to the Special Operations Department of the Eden City Police Department and has the rank of boss in the area. If divided according to jurisdiction, the police dispatch and public security management south of Sakura Crossing Street belong to this boss.

"I can do it, but it will take a long time. If you have a good meeting with the lieutenant colonel this time, it is best to ask him to help. The ECPD channels are definitely very good. You can get whatever you want. Do you understand what I mean?"

Thick, angular concrete blocks half of the sky, while narrow, low-rise buildings form the other part of the streetscape.

John touched the ground with one leg, and as soon as he positioned his motorcycle, he received a new communication invitation.

John is quite knowledgeable.

The things he ordered this time were also on credit, but the cabinet insisted that it was just a cash on delivery, and seemed to be very taboo about talking about having no money.

There must be someone waiting around.

For example, the jacket inside the body armor is an all-weather duty suit with excellent texture, gray and blue color, and has a cut-proof and fire-proof design. If you peel it off, you can exchange it for a lot of money on the black market.

If it is just a ground-burrowing robot, it can be resold on the black market, but if it is a large-scale unmanned transportation equipment, it must at least be able to serve on the city skyline, and there will be relatively little supervision and product supply...

This police car is not in a bad state of maintenance. It is an early model, and the anti-collision bumper and body armor are all fully stretched.

[Contact Barry. (unacommpolished)】

Actually.

He could tell that the opponent's tactical equipment was not a decoration.

John propped up the motorcycle and parked it next to the driver's seat, which was from a commanding position.

"Do you want to try it?"

His tone was very calm and even encouraging.

Barry smiled, took two puffs, and threw the cigarette butt across the street.

"The reward has been cancelled. I heard that you made a big move and the Japanese now want to do business with you."

"You want to resell me to the Xiao Town Gang?"

"That's such a waste. I heard that you knocked down the state police, the director of the Internet Supervision Office? Don't show such an expression. There are hundreds of ECPD officers on duty in Silver Port now. I should have heard about it. Very cool So cool..."

When the cabinet first proposed cooperation, Barry thought John was just a newbie. Now he is sincere. Think about how many brushes this young man has.

"You want armor replenishing fluid, right? There's no problem with long-term supply. How about cooperation, help me deal with some trouble, and I'll get the follow-up supply for you?"

"What kind of work?"

"A worthless case."

Barry bent down and opened the passenger drawer and asked John whether he preferred paper files or electronic files. In the process, he took out two prohibited capsules and threw them into his mouth.

Taking drugs on the street is as calm as eating candy.

He paused briefly while chewing and handed the bottle with the evidence label over to John.

"You look like you're not in good condition. Why don't you start working on the hour? It's easy to fall into trouble if you're not using your hands or feet properly."

John hasn't gone home to rest yet.

After running around for days and the accumulated side effects after black light recovery, I look like a high fever patient without nasal discharge.

John waved his hand in refusal.

He took the data chip and inserted it into his neck.

[Information decoding...]

The file itself was not encrypted, but Blacklight routinely broke through ECPD's standard procedures and only retained the original information.

The content inside is very ordinary.

Several Eden City citizens reported missing persons.

Their husbands were both maintenance workers in the municipal department and had been missing for more than two weeks when the files were created.

The original unit said that this group of people should have taken on private jobs, and there were no official clues to follow.

"The family members need a body to obtain the company's compensation according to the insurance process. Otherwise, they can only be treated as absenteeism and resignation."

Barry gives specific goals.

He had confirmed with the cabinet in advance that the task was within John's tolerance.

John finished reading and waited for the next step.

People go missing and die every day in the city of Eden, and there are countless similar cases. Even the residents are not willing to waste time and go to the police station to endure invalid forms for more than half an hour.

John raised his doubts.

"What is so special about this case that it deserves the attention of a police lieutenant colonel?"

"I knew one of the deceased. He was an honest and well-behaved African-American."

"Can you be a policeman if you have a conscience?"

"Do mercenaries have principles?" Barry asked calmly. After confirming that John had nothing to say, he continued to add.

"I have the addresses of the maintenance workers' supervisors. You go directly to this idiot to get the answer, and then follow the trend to investigate, and finally settle the remuneration based on your results... Isn't it fair?"

"It's not fair. What if I don't know about this shark coin? I can't wander around the city like a headless fly."

"Haha, you will gain something."

Barry seemed convinced. "I know people like that have some dark secrets in their hearts, just ask."

[Contact-Barry Jeter (unread message)]

John received an address two blocks away.

[Mission target update]

[Looking for the director of the Municipal Maintenance Department. (unacommpolished)】

John cranked the motorcycle and left the street.

The roar of engines adds a touch of heat to the industrial area, and there are sprinklers and cleaning machines at work under the traffic lights.

There were very few pedestrians on the road.

At this time, citizens willing to tolerate low air quality basically have a job that supports their families.

John also didn't expect that he would one day help the policeman.

Barry Kitt is a bit of a jerk.

It is impossible for a rule-abiding person to become a police station manager, but John was surprised that he was willing to do small cases and investigate the lives, deaths and disappearances of ordinary people.

[Eden City-Plot 335 construction site]

In the sand and dust under the scorching sun.

The road repairing machines are slowly moving forward. The craters and road depressions left by gang members' fires always require a department to carry out unified aftermath.

The municipal government is backed by parliament and funded by major corporations.

There are huge amounts of "sponsorship" every year, but in the end the amount that is put into practice and in the hands of workers is not even 10%.

John parked his motorcycle in a pile of materials.

As he turned to leave, he saw a man wearing a yellow helmet and a reflective vest leaning on the side of the road vomiting, and the air was filled with dizzying amounts of toxic waste.

The respirator was very old and even dirty inside.

John endured the pungent smell and moved forward, scanning through the roar of machinery one by one, and finally found the target who was rolling up his sleeves and cursing the commander next to the construction site.

【Do not cause panic. (optional)]

[Cause no casualties. (optional)]

Missions pop up with new goals.

The supervisor was wearing a white shirt with reflective strips on his back. Both arms were new types of prosthetics, but they were practical ones, which meant they were more durable and powerful, and more adaptable to heavy work.

His curses were faintly heard over the roar of the machine, and there was a sense of urgency and irritability in every word.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his back.

The supervisor was furious and wanted to turn around, but felt his shoulders were firmly fixed by an iron pliers.

"Shhh, you're being held hostage, man."

"Damn it, don't shoot, okay? I have a big family to support. Next Tuesday is my daughter's payment period. If the project is not completed, I won't get any performance at all. I have no choice..."

"Let's chat somewhere else."

John controlled the hostages to leave the scene.

The supervisor's steps were a little weak. He turned back three times every ten steps and kept looking at the construction site.

They ducked into another pile of materials and faced each other.

"...Huh, what can I give you so that you don't kill me?"

"Did you do anything wrong?"

"Ah, those workers, right? If you want you to beat me up to relieve your anger, you can hit me on the cheek, just on the cheekbones. Don't lose all your teeth. You don't have money to repair them."

The other party thought he was here to vent his anger on the scolded subordinate.

"Oh my God, are you forced to be like this as a supervisor?"

John felt a little sorry for this guy.

He reported the names of several missing workers in succession, watching each other's eyes become solemn.

"Look, you always know something, right?"

"I can't speak, brother, otherwise the group of people above my head will make me lose my job on the spot...Stop playing with guns, even if you threaten me, it will be the same. Losing my source of income is no different from killing me."

The supervisor gradually became irritated.

He kept licking his lips, and there were beads of sweat on his neck.

【Coercion and inducement. (optional)]

【Good words of advice. (optional)]

John is not willing to use force against such people, because life has dealt them a heavy hand.

"You really know, haha, can you live with your conscience? If the body cannot be found, the family of the deceased will not receive compensation. Someone has to be responsible for this. No matter who it is, I guarantee that you will not be implicated."

He tried to guide the other person.

The supervisor began to hesitate.

The pungent smell in the air is getting stronger and stronger. I really don't know how the workers are working in such an environment.

Even if the municipal government has the highest level of medical subsidies, the number of people who can receive the seniority bonus may not be too many.

John thought of Newspeak.

He raised the butt of his gun and threatened.

"I'm in a hurry. If you don't speak up, I will make you absent from the subsequent construction. Then it will be your turn to find a place to redress your grievances..."

"Damn it, you...fuck, okay."

The supervisor took a long breath and explained.

The life and death of the missing worker actually had nothing to do with him, and it was indeed the same as the company's investigation results. He had taken other illegal orders, and was most likely doing dangerous private work for companies in the industrial zone.

Many people do this.

The above also turned a blind eye.

This group of people had previously invited their supervisor to take on a new job. After being rejected, they asked to borrow equipment such as diving suits.

"During the assessment period, I was afraid of trouble, so I refused. I just roughly knew where they disappeared, and the company later put pressure on me to keep the news to myself."

"What's the benefit?"

"Two quarters of full performance, that's it. I have to get the basic work done, I need the money, and I'm not getting rich on dead people, that's all."

The supervisor said so.

John pursed his lips and nodded, holding the gun in his hand, and said to him after getting the new address.

"Turn around and leave, don't look back, we have never met."

The supervisor obeyed with trepidation.

He returned to the scene in despair, and not long after, the roar of a motorcycle sounded behind him.

"Whoo~"

The supervisor breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his back was soaked with sweat, adsorbing the industrial smell that was hard to dissipate.

Rumble.

Mechanical equipment makes noise.

Thick smoke sprayed two meters high from the feed port.

An accident at the construction site brought the supervisor back to reality, and he immediately cursed at the personnel on site.

The sound of the motorcycle faded away.

The supervisor has also returned to normalcy.

(End of this chapter)