My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 121 Chapter 121: City Farm Branch

Black light flashed across the main system.

Access records are listed on the retina.

In addition to Euros and John, a third party hacked into the apartment.

There was no black light protection in the room, and the other party easily bypassed the firewall. Strangely, the door lock records showed that after the other party hacked the system, he did not go to the apartment to check in person, and there was no follow-up action.

John had an idea:
Maybe it just happened that there was no black light protection, so the other party felt that they had found the wrong target?

Calculating according to time...

The incident should have happened when the intercity train lost control and John was in a coma for surgery.

The hacking left traces in the background. If the black light hadn't covered the entire system, it might not have been discovered.

Who wants to fuck themselves?

John suddenly thought of the black light-covered traces someone quietly cleaned up in the old apartment when he was first arrested by the Internet surveillance system, and finally left a message on the diode and chip.

In addition to fighting each other, they also worked together to push the spearhead to the Damascus camp outside the city.

[Chip: Unknown-Brazilian War Dance (Damaged)]

The blacklight wipes away the data and destroys the hardware.

There is fragrance lingering in the crisp air.

Nando's condition is unclear.

From accusing the other party of defects in their products to exposing the other party's collusion with the Exiles.

If you want to change, you have to choose a good one.

Black Spider, who was executing the emergency protocol, disappeared.

sizzle.

I had a good sleep at night.

First, the captain confirmed that it crashed and he didn’t know where in the city he landed.

She is now busy cleaning up the aftermath of Silver Port and fighting for the common interests of middlemen and wanderers.

Will it be a group?
John sent a message to Orosi to relay the situation in his apartment.

The serum also reminded him that some wandering AI on the other side of the black wall wanted to hunt him down.

In the waste pool in the workshop, the remains of inhibitors and destroyed chips are being dissolved.

Prosthetics have shortcomings.

There are corporate sponsors behind the media.

John has become somewhat numb to the sense of crisis.

The black light covers the black spider through the data cable and synchronizes it to the device management center.

The aftermath of Silver Port has not yet ended, and ECPD has stepped up patrols in the city.

Tranquil room.

John used the chip given by Angelica.

Firearms and melee weapons were lost.

The cabinet sent the new ground-digging robot home, just as Gu Zhunzhi paid a boxing bonus.

He came to rescue John after the train crashed, but then lost the connection signal.

John stirred the viscous substance with a glass rod and listed in his mind several points that needed to be resolved urgently.

John just stuffed the big car into the trunk of the Jurassic, hit the accelerator and left Denny Street. As soon as he got on the highway, he encountered a traffic jam.

This chip is mainly based on leg movements and is full of various violent kicking techniques, which is more suitable for the ring rather than the streets.

Angelica left in the morning and kissed John on the forehead before leaving.

During the ring yesterday, John could feel that after Iggdrashu and Sianwestan were installed, the leg strength was obviously unable to keep up.

News stations aggressively promote their own talk shows, interpreting hot topics, and listen to company spokespersons bashing each other on media platforms.

[Eden City-Beltway Checkpoint]

The gun currently used was picked up from a corpse. The feel and power are too poor. Doing difficult tasks may affect the combat effectiveness.

He began to sort out the miscellaneous things.

The storage advantages of armored vehicles have been brought into play.

The Yggdrasil combat program began to operate, incorporating the newly added combat skills into the calculation scope.

John was in particularly good condition after getting up, and his body and spirit were relaxed. Sure enough, sleep has special significance for human beings.

John has to go to the landfill today to refill the special inhibitor.

After settlement, there is still some money left to cover daily expenses.

After all, the word money cannot be ignored. Mercenaries are nothing more than replacing capital cards with their lives.

With the injury like that, even if he wakes up, he won't be able to return to Eden City in a short time.

John had a good relationship with the camp, so he sent Elona, ​​Thalia, and Joe another message - asking about the current situation in the camp and asking for help if they needed help.

Trumpets sounded one after another.

The checkpoint was in vain, similar to the pass out of the city. The policemen worked overtime as a routine, with dry subsidies, even if the electronic equipment was buzzing...

Give him a look.

Transfer money quietly.

Nothing happened.

Today's queue was a bit too long. I heard that several small gangs got into a fight, causing the key intersection to be blocked.

Innocent citizens were forced to sit in the car and listen to the radio, and from time to time they had to exchange curse words with the driver next to them.

Three gang leaders were assassinated last night, and bombs set half the sky on fire.

The number of casualties exceeded twenty, and they were all familiar names on the street.

An alarm sounded on John's car system.

The municipal government interrupted the news station and placed dangerous road warnings on citizens' vehicles.

John looked sideways down the highway.

Gangsters drove red-painted Sambilo cars on city roads, with police officers chasing them and gunshots ringing out.

Smoke and industrial waste rose into the sky.

The distracted driver rolled up his window.

John didn't want to watch the excitement. He took advantage of the driveway being cleared to create a service road, reversed and turned, passed the raised isolation pile, and escaped from the congested team on the forbidden road.

The buildings on both sides of the path became low, and a large number of concrete structures divided the factory area.

[Temporary mission: Sideburns (2min45s↓)]

[Reward: Unknown]

A countdown popped up in front of John's eyes.

This was the second time he triggered a temporary mission while wandering around the city. Last time he stopped a poisonous insect kidnapped by a ghoul.

Thinking back now:

If you ignore it at the time, the ghoul's car will leave when the countdown is over, and the temporary mission must find the target within the time limit.

John couldn't help but slow down the car.

He was looking on the blue-grey street, and the car window was rolled down. Suddenly there was gunfire, which seemed to come from the alley of the apartment attached to the factory area.

There were no onlookers at the end of the road, and a man fell to the ground between the buildings.

John pulled over and stopped the car, ran quickly, pressed against the wall and looked sideways:

There was an open truck inside, and several frozen ingredients fell out of the trunk, surrounded by transparent plastic wrap. The scan results showed...

[Item: Fresh Meat [Urban Farm]]

A group of gangsters blocked the truck and driver deep inside the box.

They wore white vests of similar styles and carried cheap and durable saw rifles.

A little timid.

Maybe they were just out of the streets, or maybe they had some firepower and experience. They all stuck behind the obstacles, raising their guns above their heads and shooting randomly.

In comparison…

The holder of the cargo is particularly smart, and he is not cowardly at all when facing the siege of five or six people alone.

It was a middle-aged white man wearing a body armor.

He wore a peaked cap and half of his arm was stained with blood. He held up a rifle with one arm and leaned against the puncture-proof tire of the truck and fired continuously.

"Sang Ma Re Bichi, you bastards, how dare you touch my business!"

The scene is very clear.

The man bought goods from an urban farm and was robbed by a gang during the sale.

[Mission target update]

[Resolve gang gangsters 0/5 (not achieved)]

John crouched down and started up the Sianwistan.

A slate-gray filter is attached to the field of view. The gunfire exploded into orange-red flowers, the bullets left bunches of gelatinous afterimages in the air, and everything slowed down several times in perception.

John climbed over a concrete block and tackled a gang boy who was changing a magazine.

The opponent's neck was broken before he could react, while the others could only scream in surprise.

John put his knee up and smashed the bridge of the other man's nose.

The little gangster's face instantly turned red, his head was dizzy, and the gun that pulled the trigger was still firing towards the ground.

John raised his leg and kicked his chin, then pulled the rifle into his hand, used it as a baseball bat, and threw it on the third man's head with a whistling sound.

Iggdrashu's power was so strong that even the opponent's socket was deformed.

The messy gunfire was instantly reduced by half.

Instead there were curses and screams.

The rifle in John's hand was also slightly bent, so he simply threw it out and hit someone. Then he took out the pistol he carried with him and raised his hand to blow up the fourth man's head. ,
He turned around and whipped his legs from a high position, knocking the last one to the ground as if there were eyes behind his back, and then interrogated him condescendingly.

"Who are you hanging out with?"

“White…caucasian bikies.”

He was trembling, unable to regain his strength, and kept moving back with his hands on the ground.

John pulled the trigger.

The attackers are dealt with.

The man behind the truck was dumbfounded.

He did not dare to put down his rifle, but after witnessing the simple and straightforward massacre just now, he silently walked out from behind the bunker.

Trying to say something.

John dialed the farmer's phone number and while waiting for the call to be connected, he reached out to stop the man and asked his name.

"Bob, Bob Doug. I..."

He hesitantly put down the gun and took off his cap, revealing his sweaty forehead.

"Shh..."

It was enough for John to know the name.

The call has been connected.

The old American man's rough voice was as strong as ever.

[I didn’t make a note, who are you? 】

"John, I went to the farm, with Angelica, remember?"

【Oh, God...】

"Yes, yes, I'm still alive. Don't let everyone who sees me feel like they've seen a ghost. I have a guy named Bob here. Is he your client?"

[Ah, that’s right. He is a hard-working guy who is responsible for helping me open up the sinking market. Do you know him or something? 】

"A group of gangsters robbed him, and I bumped into him. No one was left alive at the scene. They called themselves a Caucasian racing gang... Do you understand?"

[Sangmare Bichi...]

John could even imagine this guy suppressing his anger and licking his back molars, breathing loudly, thinking about how to get back at him.

It took a long time before the farmer spoke.

[Is Bob still alive? 】

"For now."

John turned and looked.

Bob's eyes lit up instantly.

[Well done, John. My business is all over the city, and you may encounter similar situations. As long as you help solve the problem, I will pay you. Do you want money or goods this time? 】

"Save it first."

John has no idea yet.

[Don’t worry about it yet, kid, I have a pretty good impression of you...]

"Ah."

John sneered twice.

The farmer is a very shrewd guy and never trusts anyone easily.

He must have checked John's situation, heard the rumors and rumors on the street, and decided to show his favor to him.

really.

Farmers proposed new cooperation models.

[A lot of new faces have come to Eden City recently. Gangs and mercenaries are not the only options. Some people will modify vehicles for transportation, or invest in storefronts to open stores. If you want to be a restaurant owner, I am willing to provide you with help and stability. The supply of goods...]

"Forget it, it's too much trouble."

John sounded bored - he was used to living freely on the streets, so he didn't want to be trapped in a store.

[I knew you would say this. It is always difficult for young people to be patient and start a small business. It doesn't matter, ask your friends to see who is willing to do some small business in Eden City. 】

John waits for further information

The farmer also confessed directly.

[There are people in the homeless camp, but they are quite exclusive. I heard that you have a good relationship with them? 】

"You want me to build a bridge?"

[Almost, it’s a win-win situation. The small company registered in Damascus was targeted, and several construction site projects originally undertaken were in trouble... Don’t you know? Well, I know it from the bottom up. It was Fuki Industries that took action, and the Japanese wanted to squeeze out the homeless people. 】

"I can't guarantee it."

[It’s okay, I’m waiting for your news. Stability is a luxury for many people. Keep in touch. 】

The farmer hung up the phone.

John patted the ashes, smiled at Bob, put the gun in the holster and left.

[Temporary mission: Sideburns (completed)]

[Reward: Urban Farm Points, branch qualification (to be determined)]

It didn't take more than ten minutes.

It would be nice if all tasks were this simple.

John drove the Jurassic ZT15 out of the city, crossing the asphalt road in the industrial area and walking along the gravel-covered, potholed path.

In the wasteland that cannot be reached by municipal transportation, I saw mountains of garbage far away from the bustling city.

【Eden City-No. Ⅲ Landfill】

As soon as John stepped into a certain area, the originally disconnected system restarted itself through the Atlanta virtual network.

He stopped and opened the trunk of the armored vehicle.

The new black spider stretched out its arms and legs, and the old one also turned on its lights after restarting.

[Status: Deployment job]

As several devices in the landfill were reactivated, the system showed that there was still loot to be recovered before going offline. It should have been marked just before the black light expired, but it had not been recovered yet.

Touching the loot will exit the mission.

John is already well versed in this.

He walked through towering, dark tunnels—garbage cut and compressed into two-meter-high rectangular blocks that were stacked to form a complex maze.

Black Spider pulled the thing out.

A shard of alloy.

It looks like the remains of some kind of limb connector, and the last two digits of the product serial number have been erased.

John's pupils constricted.

Accompanied by tinnitus and halo, various memory fragments flashed back quickly in my mind.

Intensive gunshots rang out in the wet alley.

The neon lights illuminated the stagnant water, vortexes of water swirled on the manhole cover, and the blood was diluted by the rain. Then he fell to the ground, revealing the ukiyo-e tattoo above his wrist.

Xiaoding Gang.

The identity of the other party immediately came to John's mind.

The person involved covered his body that had been shot and continued to run.

Even through distant memories, I can feel the pain and desire to survive.

The gunfire caught up with him.

The bullet penetrated the knee.

His vision was spinning, and before he could completely fall down, his arm was shattered by another bullet.

Chaser flips it over.

John also saw the other party - they were wearing heavy helmets, and above the tempered eyepieces was the logo of the Special Operations Forces.

[Mission: Seeking wealth through danger]

[Reward: Remuneration (floating), implant (unknown)]

(End of this chapter)