My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 134 Chapter 134: The past is like a scar

"As long as I get a helping hand, I'll just take out insurance with you. It's best not to have this kind of thing happen."

Scissors raised his hand and stroked his shiny back.

John initially thought he was being narcissistic, but now he discovered that it was just a subconscious action when he felt anxious.

Scissors cares deeply about his brothers.

John couldn't help but ask while smoking.

"Why doesn't Edward come to the store? Your environment is much more comfortable than his doghouse."

"It's just a disagreement in ideas."

"This reason sounds a bit nonsense."

John leaned against the counter.

"So we started working as low-level traders, designing new styles, immersed in the trend of kitsch and entropy, and found factories with good connections to mass-produce and sell to ordinary citizens."

Their design concepts were criticized during school recruitment.

"We persisted from the company-sponsored academy until graduation, adhered to traditional tailor-made products, and considered customer feelings, rather than piling up so-called trends like running equipment scores..."

"Edward and I have college degrees."

Scissors took a hard sip.

It also does customized clothing and can be called a showcase for the wealthy class.

But in addition to the style that is popular on the street, they also have a dream of upper class society, and in their spare time they will also try to draw some manuscripts that match the aesthetics of the rich and powerful.

"Brilliant."

It serves as Plato's latest clothing line.

The clothes there, even if they have no practical value, will still appear at the banquets of high society and the appearances of celebrity guests.

A week before Christmas.

Those beautiful clothes were put on models and appeared on a virtual screen more than ten meters high in the center of the city.

"We carefully selected the draft, polished it into a complete work and sent it to the corresponding mailbox, but we never received any more news, and even the phone number and website were canceled."

John is a mercenary born on the streets.

The company believed that this operation model was very inefficient. In addition, the two brothers had no background and capital. In the end, no fashion brand of the company was willing to make an offer.

As long as you stay in the city, you have to eat and drink, right?
"There's a difference between living and surviving, Mr. John."

until one day.

Scissors smiled bitterly.

"and then?"

He pointed in a direction outside the window and said that it was the most prosperous core square in Eden City. The luxury clothing brand owned by Plato Company had a directly-operated store in the most expensive area.

He had no expression on his face when talking about these past events, shaking his head with a wry smile, as if mocking the innocence of his youth.

"I was deceived."

There are very few customers in the store during the day.

Scissors looked reminiscing.

Scissors lit up a cigarette again.

Edward saw the brothers' hard work on the street.

Edward was almost driven mad.

Gnaeus’s quote applies to everyone at rock bottom.

Scissors simply talked about the past events of the two brothers.

He said he accidentally saw the brothers' street work and invited them to participate in the Plato Product Design Competition.

"That's just for self-entertainment, understand? We have been rejected by the high walls built by the company, and the word dream has long been buried in the ground."

For Edward and Scissors, this is equivalent to an opportunity to make a comeback across classes.

The e-magazine and the brand's official website stated that the author of these clothes was named Kafei Crow, who was the senior executive of the design department who originally contracted the two of them for the draft.

He couldn't control himself and rushed into the store, and was almost shot to death by the security guard on the spot.

"I watched him use high-tech algorithms to draw pictures for me in real time. Technology is just a tool. If you have to go to the extreme...do you have to get rid of all the prosthetics and eyeballs?"

After saving money to start a business, he started to make customized products for street customers.

John frowned upon hearing this.

Caffey, an executive in Plato's design department, called.

"If you succeed, you can go to work at the headquarters."

He shrugged, trying to be a quiet listener.

The dusty dreams were dug out and carved.

The flame ignited a small part of the filter, and thick smoke mixed with nicotine filled his lungs.

Crush cigarette butts with scissors, leaning against the bar of the store.

He looked through the window at the tall buildings in the distance, paused for a moment and said to John with a smile.

"That series was popular for two years, breaking the official website sales record after the brand was established. Fashion magazines called it the Kaffee series. It was not until the design director ran out of drafts that updates were suspended."

Over the course of two years, Edward became decadent and irritable.

He started drinking and taking drugs, taking bulk orders, and dealing with various religions and dangerous elements.

Scissors couldn't bear it and chose to go it alone.

He ran a shop and used methods that he had previously scorned to do mass design. It only took a few minutes to "customize", and he added whatever technology was needed.

Workmanship, material, weight and detail are no considerations.

"Anyway, most customers will be dead in the blink of an eye. As long as they pay rent and taxes on time, they can avoid all trouble and be protected by local forces."

Frustrated for sure.

Stability has never been experienced before.

"Actually, I haven't seen Edward for several months. He was beaten up by a white motorcycle gang some time ago and almost died, so I went to find him today."

The scissors tapped the material on the counter.

"This thing has a price but no market in the black market. It is a controlled-grade material. Edward hasn't customized it for a long time. He is willing to give it to you. He must be trying to make another good piece of equipment while his mind is still clear."

He smiled at John.

"Help me persuade Edward, people have to live, right?"

"If he was obedient, it wouldn't be my turn to speak."

"Haha, that's right."

Scissors stretched his arms and returned behind the bulletproof glass.

[Mission target update]

[Reply to Edward. (unacommpolished)】

John returned to the tenement apartment.

The afternoon sun was a bit harsh, and all the little ghosts playing in the open space had disappeared. Only the young man holding the spray paint appeared again when he heard the sound of the engine.

John walked to the stairs and looked down.

The kid was squatting next to him, as if he wanted to remember more details. The appearance design of RCH has withstood the test of the market, and it is expected that it will capture the attention of young people.

The sliding door of the apartment was opened.

All the lights in the room were turned on, and the debris scattered on the floor was packed and thrown into large garbage bags.

Edward was in surprisingly good shape.

His eyes were bright and his words and deeds were as normal as usual. He was sitting next to the workbench and busy with equipment on his head. Six sets of eyepieces of different specifications were used in conjunction with the robotic arm.

This guy is in a state of recovery.

John concluded that he was on dope or something.

Edward wiped his hands and looked over.

"We haven't talked about the price of the equipment yet, have we?"

"Tell me a number."

"Don't worry, let me explain things clearly to you first."

The most technologically advanced part of the functional workwear designed by Edward is the Sian Westan cooling strip on the back.

He motioned for John to take off his leather jacket.

Pointing to the magnetic accessory on the back, he said it was a B4 cooling patch mass-produced by Rafqi Industries. He also pointed to the barcode and feature points on the core and explained it to John.

It stands to reason that the B4 type is completely sufficient.

The power of John's Sean Westan is beyond imagination, especially the heat released during additional startup is even more terrifying, directly exceeding the cooling limit of the fourth generation device.

"The new clothes must be better."

Edward changed the topic.

"I happen to know where the sixth-generation patch is. If you're not afraid of causing trouble, go get it and I'll help you install it."

"address."

John didn't even hesitate.

Edward said it was in a clothing production factory on the edge of the city, but it was already controlled by white motorcycle gangs.

John raised his eyebrows at the name.

"You're not planning on asking me to avenge you, are you?"

"Scissors really told you everything."

Edward didn't deny it even when things were exposed.

Some time ago, white biker gangs were rapidly growing on the streets. I heard that Nocturne Bar wanted to take advantage of the gang war to stabilize the situation.

There are many new faces in Eden City.

There were also a lot of street kids from the East End who chose to join.

As the number of people increases, new clothes need to be customized with their own elements and distributed to the management and small bosses.

This also includes a small amount of customized equipment.

Edward was invited over to solve some technical problems, but the gang leader broke his promise and not only refused to pay the balance, but also withheld the tools he had brought with him.

The verbal conflict escalated into violence.

Edward almost lost his life.

He knows the details of the factory, where the materials are hidden, and what good stuff is in the inventory.

[Mission target update]

【Get B6 type cooling patch. (unacommpolished)】

Low-rent neighborhoods are located next to industrial areas.

Not all the buildings on the edge of the city are low-rise. All the buildings in the east area towards the wasteland are full of buildings.

They are three-dimensional factories with terrifying throughput.

There are also old buildings struggling to survive in the shadows of the city, soaked in exhaust gas and dust. Yellow sand occasionally blows across the streets, making them look a bit gray even when the sun is shining brightly.

John stopped under the bridge on the ring road.

Cement was poured into the bridge piers, and giant pipes were interspersed among them, almost connecting the entire industrial area, and extending underground into the depths of the wasteland.

Old buildings use old methods.

John started scanning and followed the pipeline to find monitoring nodes.

He moved very briskly and made almost no sound as he walked in the alley filled with industrial waste.

Scanning filters mark the coverage of each monitor.

John got into the shadows against the wall, jumped onto the wall, and reached a collapsed plane with both arms.

He jumped inside the garment factory.

There was a slight rebound in the knee, and the ankle joint was shock-absorbed and muffled, just like a wild cat landing on the ground.

The iron nets and railings were rusty.

John slowed down and walked up the steps to feel the operation of the new prosthetic limb. Every time he raised his leg and landed on the ground, there seemed to be assistance and damping.

Every foot was solid but made no sound.

John had already walked to the control room outside the factory. He held the door handle and lifted it hard, then slowly pushed it open. He held a submachine gun in the palm of his right hand - the number of magazines was enough for a room of this size.

Outside the control room is an iron staircase.

Directly opposite is a three-dimensional factory.

The door being pushed open did not change the brightness in the room.

John's movements were gentle.

There were intermittent gasps from inside.

There was only a strong man sitting on a folding chair in the fire control room, and more than twenty pictures were played on several monitor screens.

He was wearing VR glasses and shaking slightly.

John turned his head and saw his snow-white thighs and the jeans hanging around his ankles.

This job is still too relaxing.

[Chip: Naked Strand Assassination]

His arms are now very strong, and his assassination moves are cleaner than before.

The strong man wearing VR glasses didn't make a sound. His muscles tightened for a moment, and he fell down without even straightening his legs.

John rubbed his hands in disgust, as if they were covered in dust, then pulled out the data cable and plugged it into the device.

[Garment factory monitoring system. (Hackered)]

He marked the locations of other gangsters through the camera and took a look at the overall layout and general situation of the building.

After preliminary investigation, it was found that:
There are a large number of chemical consumables stacked in the workshop, and flammable materials and a large amount of dry cloth are very close to each other.

There are metal structures everywhere.

If a gunfight breaks out and bullets create sparks, the factory can easily turn into an incinerator.

【Use assassination methods to control the factory area. (optional)]

A new prompt popped up in front of John's eyes.

(End of this chapter)