My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 135: Stealth Repair

John bent over the body and pulled out a dagger.

When he weighed it in his hand, he found that it was too heavy, probably because it was specially made as a throwing weapon.

The internal structure of the factory is relatively simple.

Messiah's prosthetic eye enters combat mode.

The data grid spread out in all directions, and the gangsters stationed there were marked with red outlines.

John came to the first floor quietly.

He used a knife to kill the lone man who was peeing in the corner - the cutting was a little difficult, and the blade was too short, resulting in a terrible wound, and blood spurted all over the wall.

John laid the body down among the debris.

There were also two thugs at the back door of the factory.

John calmly walked around the corner and swung the knife towards the man. He had never thrown weapons before, so he relied entirely on the chip that had been loaded previously to operate.

He had aimed for the throat, but the knife went into the eye socket instead.

The accomplice who was sitting on the steps tried to pull out his gun and stood up.

John had already approached, kneed him in the head, smashed his Adam's apple with his clenched fist, then stood up and approached, twisted the other man's neck and pulled out the knife.

He shook off the blood.

Atlanta Virtual Network launched.

John connected to the surveillance camera through his artificial eye, made sure no one was paying attention, and quickly pushed the door open and walked into the factory.

The workshop was filled with the roar of machinery and a pungent smell.

The steel dome is surrounded by giant fans.

Employees are busy around the assembly line, pushing carts piled high with goods and moving around the warehouse room.

John moves forward with the help of the cargo.

The employees were bent over pushing forklifts, wearing gas masks, their eyes either numb or resentful.

Edward was owed wages.

I guess this group of ordinary employees are not much better.

"Don't fucking look around. The job isn't done yet. I'm going to let you taste the bullet!"

Gun-wielding thugs stood in the aisle.

His eyes were transformed into eyepieces, and he wore a gray vest with insulting patterns tattooed on his exposed skin.

The cart pusher looked away and quickened his pace.

The gangster cursed at the employee's back, and just as he turned around, he bumped into John's hand. His cheek was suddenly held by a strange man, and then his vision flashed, and then... he felt nothing.

John caught the body and dragged it into the shadows.

He moved along the edge of the workshop, with a metal mesh aisle above his head, and cleared out lone targets under the feet of gang members.

There is surveillance at the elevator door.

There were not many people walking in the corridor, and the light was broken and had not been repaired yet. In the dim light, something seemed to flash by.

Concrete columns and steel structure supports support the second floor.

The packaging materials were piled up like a maze.

John saw two guards chatting from a distance.

He controlled the distance and successfully threw the throwing knife into the opponent's throat, started Swanstein across the brightly lit corridor, and covered the opponent's mouth before the other person screamed and raised his gun.

Woo, snap.

The noise of the body falling attracted other guards.

John leaned against the pile of materials, controlled his breathing and stared at his side—first the barrel of a gun was exposed, the gunman called out his companion’s name, and a pair of legs stepped out without any defense…

John stepped forward, caught his head smoothly, and twisted it off with force.

He picked up the body and gently put it into the box, then picked up a large piece of corrugated cardboard and went back to the corridor to cover the bloodstains, then dragged the body into the shadows.

As soon as John left, someone stood on the cardboard box.

The gunman looked around and didn't see anyone, so he called out a few names into the shadows and walked in muttering, thinking that they were his companions who were just hanging out together again.

John appeared from the other direction like a ghost.

His prosthetic eye glowed faintly, and he held a bloody throwing knife in his hand. He followed the guy silently, almost walking in his footprints.

After a while.

A faint sound of struggle was heard from deep within the pile of materials.

The gang leader in the office narrowed his eyes, the cigar stayed at his lips for a long time without being smoked, and was slowly placed on the stand.

"Nigel!?"

"Laki!"

"Fredrey..."

The factory was eerily quiet.

He kept calling out his subordinates' names, but he had already quietly picked up the kinetic shotgun in his hand.

"Marta!"

"Is anyone else around?"

The leader shouted loudly on purpose, his face solemn. He had put on a bulletproof vest and was leaning against the door with a shotgun in hand - there was no other sound except the roar of the factory machines and the rollers of the carts.

boom!
Beep, beep, beep...

There was a collision sound in the workshop, and the equipment alarm flashed red, and it seemed that even the sprinkler system was activated.

The leader cautiously opened the door and observed:

The factory building is covered with water curtains.

The employees seemed to have gotten into trouble. Onlookers were scrambling to rescue them. Several people wearing safety helmets tried to lift up the forklift. Chemical raw material bottles were smashed and corrosive liquids were bubbling on the floor...

The chief watched in silence for a long time.

He suddenly kicked the door, raised the barrel of his gun, and searched the corner as quickly as possible.

The sprinkler pipes are still working properly.

The scar on the leader's face blocked the water, and his bulletproof vest was soaked into a dark color. It dripped along the corners of the leather jacket onto the steel plate, making an uneasy sound...

Where are all the guards on duty?
He made his way up the stairs to where the accident had occurred.

The workers were wearing gas masks and cleaning the liquid. When they saw the person in charge of the factory approaching with a gun, they all dropped their tools, raised their hands, exclaimed, and stood in a row against the wall.

"What the hell is going on?"

The leader approached with a gun pointed at him fiercely, and his boots made a sizzling sound as they stepped on the corrosive liquid.

He was sure that there was something evil lurking nearby, so he approached again, his eyes moving rapidly in search of the target, and suddenly turned around and raised the muzzle of his gun...

Before the leader could fire his gun, his wrist was stabbed by a knife.

what--

Screams were mixed with roars.

John's surprise attack was successful, and he took away the shotgun. He twisted the opponent's arm and wanted to strangle him, but he didn't expect that the move was cracked.

The gang leader's neck was so thick that it looked like there was a steel pipe buried in it. When my skin pressed against it, I felt not his pulse but the vibrations from the operation of his prosthesis.

John didn't react yet.

His arms were held behind his back and his vision began to flip.

John was thrown to the ground by the fat man over his shoulder and subconsciously dodged to the side.

A pair of metal fists followed closely behind, smashing a hole in the ground.

The leader stood up, cursing, and there was a row of heat dissipation holes on his fisting arm, exhaling air.

John had already picked up the fallen shotgun, turned around and swung it hard, hitting the fat man directly on the forehead. While the man was dizzy, he immediately moved over and hit him hard in the crotch.

The metal buttstock was very hard and made a heart-pounding sound.

The gang leader immediately curled up.

John used the kinetic spray gun as a melee weapon. The continuous fierce attacks made the fat man dazed. He raised his foot and kicked the man into the sewage pool next to him.

The strong man fell and splashed water.

John immediately stuffed the barrel in and pulled the trigger.

boom--

The struggle disappeared.

The water column exploded very high.

The pool became thick, and the dark substance slowly spread out, while the corpse floated up top-heavy.

"Huh~fuck."

John grabbed a towel and wiped his hands.

There was a storage room deep in the office. The electronic door could not block the black light, so John walked in as if he was going home. He looked around and saw the cash and sealed storage boxes stored inside.

[Material: B6 type cooling patch [Jingke Heavy Industry]] There is communication information in the office host.

The white motorcycle gang were the executors chosen by the Nocturne Bar, and even the initial management within the gang were corporate soldiers. The source of the funds was not marked on the account, and it was not known which company they corresponded to.

John left with the materials.

He walked downstairs and saw innocent employees still gathered there.

Gang members recruited and deceived a group of people, and those who stayed here to work were similar to Edward. Withholding wages and violent coercion were common practices.

Employees wait to ransack the office.

John quickly left the scene.

Edward got busy as soon as he received the things.

"Find something to do. I'll send you a message when it's done. It'll probably only take the next two days."

[Mission target update]

[Waiting for Edward's news. (Not achieved)]

It was dark when John left the tenement house and walked through the Nocturne Bar again.

Things at the garment factory began to ferment.

White motorcycle gangs drove their cars and searched the streets aggressively for any suspected enemies.

John was not afraid of these gangsters.

The Nocturne Bar is the actual controller of the streets in the East District.

On the surface, it is just a tawdry place, but it is backed by city councilors and has ambiguous relations with many companies. The intelligence is enough to make people fearful, but the complete picture is not revealed.

The white motorcycle gangs are too arrogant.

The tough farmers are their enemies. It is normal for the garment factory to be cleared out. Anyone could have done this. If you check the revenge list, John would be at the last place.

The Nocturne Bar was not alarmed.

Destroying the garment factory is just a minor issue as long as there is no deeper provocation or signal of an expanding gang war.

John didn't think they would find out much.

The on-site surveillance video was cleaned up by black light.

It doesn't matter if you find out in the end...

The core information in the office is all there, the separated chips and the contents of the mailbox letters are harmless, and as for the lost equipment, materials and cash, they don’t matter at all in the eyes of management.

John stepped on the accelerator and drove past the bar in a high-profile manner.

Nothing happened.

He finally had a few days of leisure after a long period of busy work.

I rest at home and keep exercising, rely on takeout for food and clothing, and spend most of my time in the workshop.

John is trying to make special effects bullets.

The missions are becoming increasingly difficult, and the most obvious feeling is that the enemies are particularly tough - in addition to Sian Westin, they also have to deal with advanced subcutaneous armor and custom body armor.

Even a headshot may not kill the target instantly, and conventional armor-piercing bullets are becoming increasingly unreliable.

The recipe was purchased from the cupboard.

John originally planned to upgrade the assembly line directly to automatically produce various special-effect bullets, but the account balance forced the project to be shelved.

He could only try to make incendiary ammunition by hand, and after almost causing two fires, he realized the fact that he had poor hands-on skills.

The third day of vacation.

The cupboard called.

The heavy transport aircraft ordered by John passed the checkpoint and was successfully delivered to the exclusive basement downstairs on Danny Street.

Apartment 013 is an improved building.

Most tenants value privacy, which results in a low level of openness. There is no balcony or rooftop helipad, so receiving the property becomes a hassle.

After some hesitation, John quietly went to the center of the equipment.

He used black light to burn through the entire apartment's tenant system, which was equivalent to having the highest authorization of a front desk butler, allowing him to query and monitor the information and room status of tenants on each floor.

Express delivery and collection are also included.

This way, the drone can deliver materials back and forth without being discovered.

[The new device has been added to the management center. Confirmation that the rename [Captain] has taken effect. The route is being uploaded. Started successfully...]

【Equipment: Heavy-duty XI270 unmanned transport aircraft】

[Manufacturer: Jingke Heavy Industry]

The cabinets are done very carefully.

This transport plane has a classic gray and white color scheme, with paint-chipped codes on both sides of the case, fake detection signal sources and authorizations, and old reflective strips and details...

There is no sense of disobedience when flying over the city.

John's mind was starting to feel dizzy. He had been overusing black light recently, and his special inhibitors had run out. The side effects from fighting and hacking had accumulated to the limit.

He lay in the apartment until midnight, and it was not until the early hours of the morning that the captain delivered the raw materials collected by Black Spider, thus completing the first flight test.

The items were disguised as express deliveries and sent directly to the doorstep via the elevator.

John made several special inhibitors in the equipment room, hiding them behind the hardened plate and in the gap of the tactical belt, and the last one was inserted into the neck for direct use.

The dizziness and weakness were relieved immediately.

In addition to the recovery of his physical condition, John could even feel that Sian Westin had become more stable - the abnormalities left over from overclocking were also cleared away.

The importance of special inhibitors has risen again.

John held the remaining chip between his fingers and turned it over to observe it.

I still don't understand the principle of this thing. Maybe I need to continue to complete the main storyline to get further information.

The fifth day of vacation.

John hasn't figured out where to start investigating the transportation incident.

Edward texted.

The new equipment has been made, so he was asked to go to the low-rent apartment to pick it up.

John rode the RCH through Bignam Avenue and just as he arrived at the red brick house, he saw a pile of abandoned furniture on the vacant lot, as well as very familiar mannequins and beer bottles.

These are the things in Edward's room.

Not long after they were thrown out, the valuable goods that were originally piled high were taken away, leaving only various scraps and garbage, and there were footprints and signs of rummaging around.

John went upstairs with doubts.

He opened the door using the code that came with the text message.

The apartment was empty.

In the center of the room sits a display rack of garments, covered in dust bags and handmade labels bearing the customer’s name and date of completion.

Very old-school approach.

[Equipment: Cyber ​​Functional Work Jacket [Customized]]

[Scan: B6 type patch, wear-resistant and hydrophobic fabric, anti-burning and arc suppression layer, etc.]

John put on his new clothes.

The jacket is heavier than I expected, but the texture is excellent, and it is made of high-quality materials at a reasonable price.

When you put it on, you can feel the charm of tailor-made clothes.

The static size is perfect, and when the chip moves, there is no feeling of bloat or swinging, and the gun and spare bullets are pulled out smoothly.

If you wear a bulletproof vest, you can use the inner buckle to adjust the tightness.

In addition to comfort, functionality is also great.

The cooling patch is connected to the metal spine when it is put on.

[Expansion system detected...]

John could feel the heat disappear immediately.

His prosthetic eye flickered, and he retrieved the details of the prosthesis in his field of vision and compared them with the detection program given by Ryan.

The cooling time of Sian Westin has been reduced by at least a quarter.

"Awesome, damn."

I finally understand why those street bigwigs are so keen on tailoring equipment for themselves.

John was surprised and felt that he had taken advantage of Edward.

He called the other party several times, but all the calls went to the mailbox. Then he thought about the furniture that had just been thrown out...

"...Fake."

John knew immediately that something was wrong.

He turned around, climbed over the railing, landed with shock absorption, set up his motorcycle, and called Scissors at the same time.

(End of this chapter)