My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 133 133: Materials

Dark and crowded.

This was John's first impression after entering the house.

Two-bedroom low-rent apartment.

The sofa and floor are covered with takeout boxes, the walls are piled with semi-finished products, and mannequins are lying or leaning around the workbench.

In addition to the trash there were used inhibitors and empty wine bottles.

Edward turned off the blaring rock music.

If scissors are a delicate giraffe, then Edward is a stubby, bad-tempered porcupine.

He handed over a headband.

"Put it on quickly and show you something good."

He looked like an old man suffering from Alzheimer's disease, his eyes were a little dazed, and his left eyelid and half of his cheek were twitching slightly.

His body data and clothing are all restored to the same proportion.

"There is no problem with the styling. Even if you want to attend a high-end occasion, at most add a shirt and tie. When you walk into a high-society place, you will look like a proud lone wolf, not a street kid."

The model exposed her chest muscles and two arms.

John usually likes to wear thin body armor, and coupled with the professional needs of mercenaries, he began to design it in a loose and lightweight direction.

The overall color scheme is gray and black, with the fluorescent collar and meaningless graffiti and decoration removed, making the lines simpler and tougher.

John felt like he was a different person, and he could feel that he had authority and confidence in a familiar field.

Edward tried to introduce the work, but when he saw John's blank eyes, he curled his lips and gave up. He could only continue in a different tone.

But this thing is not practical enough.

"It's time to clean up for you."

His eyes were a little dazed, and his eyelids were expressionless.

John knew nothing about fashion elements.

"Who said you have to wear leather jackets when riding? God, you look like a third-rate gangster in this thing. It's so weird. It doesn't suit you."

Motorcycle leather jacket removed.

Edward plugged in the data cable, and the two shared vision, designing new clothes around the avatar in front of them, and occasionally consulting John about his daily habits and style preferences.

"Get away from kitsch and bring a touch of luxury and simplicity."

Grid-like lines spread and disappeared in all directions, and the data flow converged into John's holographic projection in the open space of the room.

"You are strong enough inside. You don't need to dress flashy to attract anyone's attention. Keep polishing it, maintaining your own style, and adding a little bit of recognition..."

But he likes the coat.

Edward muttered, circling the projection.

A hydrophobic outer layer and a quick-drying inner layer are the most basic. High-temperature-resistant materials and wear-resistant interlayers must also be added. The maneuverability of the Silan Westan after startup must also be considered...

The final product presented by Edward is a functional work jacket.

"How long will it take to deliver the goods?"

John took the thing and put it on his head, inserted the data cable into his neck, and the black light silently broke through the device program.

Edward suddenly picked up the topic and continued the topic, his expression and tone were as if the power had been cut off and reconnected.

Edward spent a lot of time learning about John's prosthetic body and fighting style in detail, even asking about the size of his commonly used guns and the number of ammunition he prepared.

Edward unplugged the data cable and didn't seem to hear the words. He slumped on the sofa and reached out to grab the wine bottle, only to find it was empty. Then his whole body shut down and fell into a daze.

"...Shet, man, your words are so similar to the scam traps used to sell movies in the alley."

Edward first considered the Oversize turtleneck and half-sleeved sweatshirt.

John knew that personal orders would have to wait.

The field of view is covered with filters.

"I love riding motorcycles."

He finally chose a bomber jacket as the starting point and began to add practical designs:

"Is this skin taken from someone else?"

Various high-end materials began to be filled in.

When John was thinking about what to do.

[Scanning, please wait...]

John has a strong build, no exaggerated muscles, short brown hair, a high nose bridge, and slightly sharp eyebrows.

"Are you afraid of the virus? Why do you still want to be a big shot?"

The materials on the virtual panel are constantly being adjusted.

"It doesn't matter to me whether there is a virus or not. If something goes wrong, I won't be the unlucky one."

"It won't take long, because I have a semi-finished product. I've wanted to try this style for a long time. I'm half-promoting it and putting it on you."

He began to adjust the workbench and robotic arm.

An uncut coat is spread out in the spotlight.

It was disassembled into different parts, ready to be added with the design just made.

John crossed his arms and looked around.

He caught a glimpse of a large black trench coat in the corner. It was very stylish and generous, and he couldn't help but think of a certain lone wolf who made a splash in the corporate wars of the 1930s and 1940s.

"Don't just stand there, get busy."

Edward twisted the stand and pointed at the screen to explain.

"I want to use the best materials for this coat, but there are a few things that I need to get from other places. You know what I mean? I'm not the one who can run errands. I just want to get it quickly."

[Mission target update]

[Collect materials. (unacommpolished)】

Edward opened the drawer and took out the sealed bag he had prepared, handed it to John and drove him out of the room.

Alloy RCH remote start.

The roar caused the children surrounding him to flee immediately.

John was about to race when he looked up and saw a new graffiti on the red brick wall, which seemed to imitate Ethan Berg's lines.

Although the color is monotonous, it still has some charm.

It's a pity that the most praised works in Eden City are on the walls, and the artists live in gangs. They can only create if they survive bullets and explosions.

The right to education is controlled by corporations.

[Go to Langmei Clothing Store. (unacommpolished)】

Additional materials are mainly focused on thermal performance.

Edward asked John to pass the bag to the scissors. He said that there is a high-temperature resistant fabric on the market to prevent it from being burned through by the residual heat of Sianwei Stan.

John was already thinking back to town along Bignam Avenue.

Traffic lights flicker and switch in the shadow of tall buildings.

He saw a group of gangsters wearing long leather jackets and couldn't help but look up at the sunlight reflected from the glass curtain wall.

"Isn't it really hot?"

Green light jumps.

John hit the accelerator and disappeared into the sparse traffic.

The Nocturne Bar is in sight.

John still remembers that this area, including the past two streets, once belonged to the Maddox Gang. Unfortunately, the rocker they supported killed Eden's biological sister, causing the entire army to be wiped out.

Langmei Clothing Store is located diagonally across the street, between commercial buildings, with large municipal buildings on both sides.

The wide steps are filled with young skateboarders and gang members.

The police car was parked on the corner.

The two sides maintained a subtle distance.

There are a large number of company dogs gathered in the East District. Municipal buildings are scattered around the company buildings. The subway entrances and orbital aerial vehicles are crowded all year round. The clothes of the people coming and going are streamlined. Shirts are sold in vending machines. Aerial vehicle routes and drones are scattered overhead. …

There is an indescribable, icy sophistication.

[Shop-Langmei Clothing Store]

Scissors stood behind the counter, talking to customers through thick bulletproof glass like a bank teller in an old movie.

After confirming that the payment has been received, hand over the packed clothes.

It somehow smells like illegal trading.

John passed by the customer, and his eyes lingered on the other person's leather jacket for a moment, and he knew that he was also a gang member, and he was the kind of middle-level leader.

“Whose territory belongs to these two streets?”

“White bikies.”

Scissors looked at the man's back through the window and said.

The new forces that have just been supported in the East District are closely connected with Nocturne behind the scenes. Everyone knows that that bar is the core of power in this area.

I heard that he is backed by the city councillor.

On the surface, Nocturne Bar still has shares in several major companies.

"Are they really not going to be hot?"

John finally asked the doubts in his heart.

Scissors smiled and shook his head.

"Are you kidding me? It's a very common electronic cooling layer. You can make it with a little extra money. It's nothing unusual. Many companies have it in their uniforms. To put it bluntly, it's just a cooling circuit board, connected from the neon pipeline. It’s just a power supply.”

John raised his eyebrows, suddenly reacting.

It feels like someone has awakened a common sense.

"Ah, yes, I used to work at Tiebang Logistics. The drivers wear long pants and long sleeves all year round, and they run in the wilderness. You know, the yellow sand and storms can dry people out."

John smiled and talked to Scissors, and the scenes of running long distances in the company kept popping up in his mind.

He handed the bag to the other party and explained his purpose.

Scissors took the bag and opened it, keeping his brows furrowed, and sandwiched a separate chip between the funds cards.

John knocked on the glass.

"It's time to give me the goods. Don't you have enough money?"

"Ah, no, wait a moment."

Scissors came to his senses.

As if he was shocked by some kind of information, he hurriedly pulled down the explosion-proof shield and walked into the warehouse alone.

John was wandering around the store.

He noticed various equipment parts placed on the inside of the glass.

These things, like bullet materials, can be collected deliberately when cleaning the battlefield.

The City of Eden has a large amount of "settled" property.

Countless new faces appear and disappear every year. Countless wealth is scattered in the streets and alleys, as well as stolen money that has not been taken away, and inadvertently lost bits and pieces...

Keep your eyes sharp when wandering around.

If you're lucky enough, it's normal to encounter fresh corpses in nooks and crannies, and make a small fortune by looting them nearby.

John was thinking wildly.

Scissors came out of the room, carrying a box in his hand.

He seemed intent on retaining John for a few words, and took out a paper match to light cigarettes for the two of them.

"Did Edward ask you to do anything dangerous?"

“Does collecting raw materials for clothing count?”

John blew out the smoke with a wry smile. "I originally thought I could just use the money."

"Hahaha, this kind of thing is normal."

Scissors said it was especially common when they first debuted.

Some customers don't like the materials prepared by the two brothers, so they will prepare what they need in advance.

Especially lone wolf mercenaries and gang leaders.

"They would even leave bloody, bullet-riddled clothes on our table and have us remove the weird stuff and transplant it into their orders."

Scissors also had a smile on his face as he told these stories.

He scratched his head and hesitated before speaking.

"Edward is under a lot of pressure. I'm worried that the inhibitor won't be able to completely suppress his cyberpsychosis..."

Scissors can tell.

Even if Edward goes crazy, he can't beat John.

"If he really loses control, please don't alert the police and SAT, just contact me. If you are willing to take action, try not to let him hurt others."

Scissors put out the cigarette butt and handed over a fund card.

"That's an advance payment, please."

"OK."

John agreed.

(End of this chapter)