My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 120 Chapter 120: Reminder

Oberstein was already cold.

Clang.

"…Shet."

John muttered and stood up, frowning, and threw the golden belt next to the corpse in disgust - the flesh, blood and brain tissue were embedded in the details of the pattern, making it slippery and exuding a disgusting smell.

Gamblers slapped the fence like baboons in heat.

They haven't seen this kind of hearty execution for a long time. They heard that in some darker illegal venues, gambling games between cyberpsychotics and mercenaries would be set up, which were equally violent and bloody.

John stood in the turquoise smoke.

The red warning light flashed, and many members of the Black Gold Gang came out of the tunnel to clean up the scene and restore order. The unused rubber bullets began to shoot into the crowd.

Violent suppression is necessary.

It won't be the rich people who are crowded into the qualifying arena. If this atmosphere continues for a few more minutes, the audience seats and blocking nets will have to be demolished.

"Fake Squid!"

John raised his middle finger toward the audience, turning around to show off his muscles and friendly gestures.

He left the Octagon and tore off the latch of the small cage with his bare hands.

The naked girl grabbed the white cloth and ran away.

She walked into the white smoke caused by the power grid failure, looking a little stupid, and passed through the crazy curses of the audience and gang members, and finally stumbled and disappeared into one of the contestant tunnels.

Macao was waving to John.

He ran out of breath, holding a gun in his hand, and was stopped outside by security guards in vest uniforms.

Several strong men stood on the path John left.

They were muscular, wore black suits, and their pupils glowed yellow, making them particularly eye-catching in the dim venue.

[Force: Black Gold Gang]

"The boss wants to see you."

His palms were about the same size as John's face, with cooling holes on his finger bones and fluorescent tattoos on both sides of his neck.

"Mr. Vito?"

"He's...not anymore."

"Oh~ That's it."

John stared at his sunglasses, slowly put on his vest and jacket, and then said.

"I, right now, just want to get out of this fucking place...is that clear?"

He sounded very unhappy.

There was a sigh behind John.

Standing in front of the passage is a lean man in a gray suit, a black shirt and a high-end gold watch. He is the kind of character who looks very sinister at first glance.

"Come on, John, I want to see you."

He raised his hand and lowered it like an elite lawyer, as if he could manipulate the audience's emotions out of thin air.

"Think about it, you live on Danny Street, West End. Do you need me to emphasize the importance of the relationship between the Black and Gold Gang... There is no fucking malice, just... let's talk, okay?"

[Mission target update]

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John followed him away.

He is not afraid of broken bones.

Neon strips are embedded on the inside of the steps, and alloy plates and projected glass form an upward passage.

There was a sound of breaking glass in the octagonal cage.

The wine bottle and the gun barrel rang out at the same time, and the noise and insults were covered by a burst of rock music after turning around the stairs.

Casino, bar, live stage.

Every space in the Borago Club complex can be soaked in entertainment and money.

There was a beautiful woman smoking at the door of the private room.

She has a convex front and a long back, a slender figure, and a face that is the most popular guest on TV.

[Name: Seneba (stage name)]

[File: Unknown native place, famous actress from Eden City, spokesperson for Louis Classic Jewelry brand...]

She seems to often appear next to Gu Bingzhong, and the last time she came here, she even performed a sexy dance for him.

The room door was pushed open.

Inside is a luxuriously decorated private bag, with steak and red wine remaining on the marble tabletop.

Gu Zandan stood in front of the Nakajima stage and washed his hands.

He wore glasses and a shirt that exposed a large, complex tattoo on his chest.

"You loaded up on new toys?"

Gu Zhidao wiped his arm and pointed at the wall.

The upper and lower rows of high-definition cameras switched at any time, and the screen in the middle showed John using Sianwistan in slow speed.

"How does the lock get unlocked?"

"Will you invite me to watch when you put your arms around the girl?"

John didn't want to answer, and his tone was not good. "To be honest, I can't even figure out why you asked me to come here? There's no point in trying to win over each other. Our personalities don't fit into the same trough."

"Give me a bonus, young man."

Guzhidao stood in front of the window, waved his hand, and a large amount of money was transferred to John's account.

"I trust you, John. The odds have been flattened by me. Many customers who invested in Oberstein have been sucked dry. Now they are eager to find someone to kill you."

John stepped forward.

Bones leaned against the window, and the holographic projection of the glass switched to the scene where John had just fought - the octagonal cage had already begun to work, and the gang members closed the door of the passage and fought with the gamblers.

Arranged by bones.

He understands the boundaries of violent means, and is expert at alternating atmosphere and suppression.

"Boxing matches are actually quite interesting, especially for a young man like you who is talented and wants to make quick money..."

Bones glanced at John.

"Where is your beautiful butterfly knife? It's a pity that it was lost. The points from the boxing match can be exchanged for rewards. The Borago Club has direct access to the counters of major weapons dealers. You can choose whatever you want."

"Why are you always staring at me?"

"I'm different from Vito. Anyone who talks about credibility and friendship is a hypocrite. Eden City's interests come first. I don't think there's that much of a conflict between you and me. Why are you so obsessed with money and power?"

Gu Zhu actually doesn’t understand.

John drives a supercar, lives in a high-end apartment on Denny Street, and his daily consumption level fluctuates. He should understand the most basic truth.

Money is water in Eden City.

The speed and importance of the passage are self-evident.

John shrugged.

"I see you're unhappy."

"Are you still holding grudges for what happened in Si'an Westan? Hey, boy, you're a street gangster with no hair on your head, and you went to show off in front of the gang leaders. I didn't kill you because of Vito's face."

Bone ballast is very realistic.

When he is not rough, he is like a financial elite. From the perspective of a gangster, he does have some tricks. For those die-hard fans, they even find his rough style very attractive.

"Admit it, John, it's just a matter of order."

Gudian firmly believes:
If the person John met when he came into contact with the Black Gold Gang was him, he should help him in turn now.

"Just so you know, Vito is taking a back seat and I'm gradually taking over the business on the street."

"Are you showing off?"

"Haha, I'm pretending to be cool with you. I don't provide enough emotional value. What I want to say is that Vito is a bit old. There seems to be some voices at Jingkrypton Heavy Industry that it's pointless for him to step back to the second line. He might as well hand over his work and rights. Come out and retire completely.”

Bones smiled.

"I'm sending you this news as a token of goodwill. When the world is in chaos on Danny Street, remember to call me."

[New contact has been created - Ethan Rutledge [Bone]]

Macao waited for John at the entrance of the Borago Club.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said that he planned to go to Mr. Vito to ask for help when he saw no one again.

"Is there anything unusual about Mr. Vito?"

John asked.

"Ah, no, I gradually got rid of the business on the street and started to manage some goods trade. Anyway, I was dealing with the powerful bastards in the city, and there were less opportunities to meet me."

Macao heard nothing special. There was no need for John to spread fear.

He had not had a good rest for countless days, relying on stimulants and surgical sleep to survive, or falling into coma.

The bed seemed unfamiliar.

[Eden City-No. 013 Denny Street]

Passing through the hotel-style front room with a comfortable temperature, a waiter bowed slightly on the intricately patterned carpet.

The administrator lady detected John's biometric information and immediately reported the recent housing situation.

"You have a visitor."

she says.

John walked around the elevator and walked to the reception room at the back, where he saw Angelica sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed.

There is a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the crystal table.

"I'm sorry, I encountered a problem, and I forgot to tell you. The girl ran away in the chaos and didn't catch up..."

"It's okay."

Angelica interrupted and smiled. "I heard that you killed Oberstein, and the bar was very lively. I thought you should show up and have a celebration party or something."

"Come on, there are too many shark coins in the mall. I'm afraid that I'll encounter a few short-sighted people again, which will make my mood even worse."

"I guess so."

Angelica stood up and picked up the bottle of wine. Her sweater was baggy, and the hood could not cover her wavy hair, nor could it conceal the turbulence in her front and back. Her high heels were gently held in her hand.

"So I brought the reward."

She meant more than just wine.

The elevator dinged open.

John and Angelica clung to the backrest of the car, feeling the roar of the mechanical lifting.

The lips are warm and the breath is smelling.

Ding--

The elevator sliding door slowly opened.

A rectangular halo of light spread out on the blanket in front of the door, and a long and narrow figure quickly broke in, leaving behind two beautiful high-heeled shoes and a slightly warm hooded sweatshirt.

Windows is dormant by default.

Only a few weak electrical lights were on in the room. After detecting the owner's return, hot water started to flow in the bathroom automatically.

Warm light penetrates the frosted glass.

It just casts a layer of haze over the spacious living room, making the field of vision clear enough without looking dazzling.

The sofa was severely dented.

Angelica reached out and hugged John's body, and was a little surprised when she touched the cold alloy spine.

"You've gone further."

There was tenderness and sadness in her tone, and even her body movements became more submissive.

Emotional release is also a form of communication.

Angelica chose the role of listening.

John took charge.

He opened his eyes slightly, looked at the soft and delicate arcs, and kept searching for beauty with the help of dim light.

As if these things could replace the madness in my mind.

The corpses scattered on the intercity tracks, as well as the bullets and blood that passed by, followed the rhythm of the body and turned up in the brain like turbulent sea water.

The emotions suppressed deep inside were suddenly released.

Angelica hummed softly, as if she could feel the torture that John had experienced during his disappearance.

She retracted her hand, held his head, and kissed his forehead and cheeks, trying her best to warm this strong and tired body, like an angel spreading its wings.

There was no sound of conversation in the room.

John suppressed the violence in his heart and slowly narrated and released it with a regular and restrained behavior.

Desire changes from degradation to salvation.

The smart air conditioner in the room has been adjusted to the appropriate temperature.

The initial rush of heat and sudden coolness disappeared.

Night falls slowly.

Champagne was opened.

Wet condensation dripped on the tabletop.

Angelica was wrapped in a warm and moist blanket, covered her body with the towel John brought, and held a cup in her hand.

She took a sip of her own, and when John came back to his senses, she kissed him again.

Moonlight shone through the window.

The night mode automatically loads the water wave filter, and silver ripples appear on the walls and furniture around the room, just like the lines illuminated through the gurgling water.

John leaned against her side.

The two of them used the sofa as a backrest and sat on the sunken carpet, looking out at the neon lights in the city.

He opened his mouth and told many stories.

From the bones to the kelp, the falling train, and the agent Hugo who unleashed the wandering AI.

Angelica likes to listen to stories.

This is why she often puts on work clothes and walks around among the customers, pouring drinks and listening.

The garage is full of luxury cars, but she has never been seen speeding on the streets.

"I really prepared a gift for you."

Angelica handed over a chip.

"Many of the guys who won the championship in the Borage Boxing Tournament were my customers. In the early days, I had a wall full of autographs and photos in my tipsy bikini."

This chip is a relic of one of them.

He died in his title defense, having his heart smashed out with an alloy arm by a man fifty pounds heavier than he was.

John didn't know what to say, so he could only accept it silently.

[Series Mission Arena: Thugs (Completed)]

[Reward: Remuneration, Melee Chip [Brazilian War Dance]]

Angelica suddenly talked about John's outfit again.

She said that guys who are famous on the street like to wear something with iconic elements.

"You are going to become a legend. Shouldn't you have some iconic outfit to increase your memory?"

"I'm not interested in being famous."

John shook his head.

But he did think of something.

Elona also uses Sianwistan, and has a specially customized cooling suit to cool down her equipment, which is very useful during fights.

"I want to do something practical."

John asked Angelica about clothing customization, but learned that there was no suitable channel to provide it.

He suddenly thought of another thing.

My own Sianwistan seems to be different from others.

Although Black Light can break through firewalls and other restrictions, and can even adjust the state of the implant on its own, it can't explain to him the specific data and usage instructions of this thing.

John's mind suddenly became active.

There are still many things going on.

Angelica went upstairs and slept on the bed.

John came to the workroom alone, took out a special inhibitor and inserted it into his neck.

Long-suffering fatigue and side effects disappear instantly.

John felt that his mind had become clearer, just like a hungover person who finally got rid of his dizziness, an insomniac who had a rare good sleep, and now he was back to his best state.

He took out the data cable and plugged it into the control center of the host computer.

The lights in the entire room flickered imperceptibly.

Angelica turned over upstairs.

John stood in the workroom with a frown on his face - someone had broken into the main program while he was away.

(End of this chapter)