My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 138: The Gentle Tyrant

The time before dawn is most sensitive.

The night shift workers had just put on their coats and walked out of their dens of brothels, and drunken customers would emerge from corners where the neon lights could not reach and prepare to go home, and the streets would become noisy again.

People take advantage of darkness to release their remaining emotions, fearing that the sun will rise the next second.

The radio station called this feeling "dawn anxiety."

John walked up the escalator of the Borago Club, passed the swaying customers of the mall, and passed through the glass doors of the Tipsy Bikini Bar.

I happened to see someone making trouble.

He was a scoundrel in a vest with greasy hair.

"…I don't want to cause any fucking trouble, so just give me a plate of this meat. Am I deaf? Why the fuck didn't I see this on the bar menu?"

He gestured toward the seat at the bar.

Gino sat there.

Across from him was Angelica, who was serving wine.

The table was filled with steaming hot grilled ribs, served with fruits and sauces, giving off a tongue-destroying aroma.

"Hidden menu, only members are eligible. This thing is too dangerous for you."

Angelica crossed her legs.

Her wine glass was colorful, which matched the shiny coat she was wearing. Her thighs and lower part were all white, and her feet were resting on the edge of the stool, with one high-heeled shoe hooked on.

Gino put down his knife and fork in his sports vest.

"Fuck your mouth, idiot, don't ruin my mood for dinner..."

She grew up in a boxing gym and has a more aggressive temper.

When the guys sitting near the pool table heard this, they immediately put down their clubs, clutched their unfinished bottles, and surrounded him ferociously.

The gangster walked in front with a frown on his face.

"Wow, your mouth stinks. I'll ask you to try some other meat!"

He pulled up his pants and unzipped them.

There weren't many customers in the bar in the early hours of the morning, and those remaining unconscious guys were on the verge of coma.

The neon strips had stopped flashing, leaving only two rows of light sources supporting the visibility of all the tables and chairs.

Angelica suddenly raised her glass in invitation.

Before the gangster understood the situation, he suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, and then he knew what a "member" customer was.

John came quietly behind him and removed his shoulder joint.

The dislocated bones and screams woke up the half-asleep drunkard. Countless eyes gathered and saw a gangster flipping over the collapsed table and falling to the ground.

The kind where your cheek hits the ground.

There were boos from all over the bar.

The other man pulled out a gun, but before he could pull the trigger, John raised his foot and kicked the iron thing accurately behind the bar.

John jumped up on tiptoe, shifting his center of gravity in the air, and swung his other leg to kick the gunman to the ground.

"Shh~ Don't cry or shout."

John raised his finger to appease the last unfortunate person.

"I'm too lazy to beat you up, so just do me a favor and settle the bill, then take these two idiots out, okay?"

“…Huh, shit!”

This guy also knew that John was someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he quickly transferred the money, helped his two gasping companions up, and fled in a hurry.

Gino invited him to sit down.

John had just sat down on the sofa when he suddenly received a transfer from Angelica.

He shook his head at her helplessly.

"It's just a little effort."

“Garbage removal fee.”

Angelica sipped her wine, pulled up her slender white legs, and kicked the overturned stool away.

"You're used to doing big business, but dealing with small troubles on the street is actually the fastest way to make money, and in most cases... you don't need to risk your life."

John was speechless.

Gino almost burst out laughing while chewing the ribs.

She raised her fork and stabbed it.

"John thinks that since you have already paid the money in bed, it is only natural for him to help you deal with the gangsters."

"Damn it."

John felt inexplicably embarrassed.

Angelica, however, shrugged calmly and continued to enjoy her drink.

Gino laughed even more wildly and patted John on the shoulder.

"This is fucking hilarious, bro. Have you ever thought that maybe you're the one providing the service?"

“It’s a little hurtful.”

John replied with a smile.

He couldn't join in the girls' conversation, but he wasn't embarrassed by their teasing either.

Angelica was also very calm.

She and John both sought comfort from each other when they were in a bad mood, without asking for anything extra.

After all, forcing a stable true love in the city of Eden seems more like hooliganism.

No one has any objection to this relationship at the moment.

"The new coat looks handsome."

Angelica teased, narrowing her eyes.

She has the most assets among the people present, and is involved in both the black and white worlds.

"It must be a custom-made handmade one. I haven't seen this kind of stuff on the street in recent years. Give me your contact information."

"Then you might have to find a psychic."

John's artificial eyes flickered, and he ordered a few drinks with the money he had just received and talked about Edward's story with the two girls.

The specially prepared cocktail was served with a lemon slice.

The drinks are brightly colored and paired with genuine vegetables, which makes you want to buy them just by looking at them. They are much better than some shops in the city alleys that use industrial alcohol and don't even wash the cups.

Angelica does have the financial resources and connections.

The ingredients used in the store are all good. As the most popular bar in the Borago Club shopping mall area, even though Bone Crusher is now in power, its status has not been shaken.

John finished his story over food.

"Thanks to you guys, I can still find someone to talk to about these shitty things."

The two girls listened very carefully.

But there weren’t a lot of emotional ups and downs.

As gang warfare intensifies, news channels even start their daily broadcasts with a single number of deaths from the previous night.

There are cyber maniacs everywhere, there's nothing to be sad about.

A new customer entered the bar.

John turned his head and met Gilliad's gaze.

"Dogg, bro."

He greeted John with street gestures.

"I heard there was a Shark Coin causing trouble in the bar so I came to check it out. If I had known you were here I wouldn't have brought anyone with me."

John followed his gaze.

Members of the Black Gold Gang gathered at the door of the bar with guns. Judging from their looks, most of them were newcomers to the streets, with a few tough guys mixed in.

There also appears to be a reorganization within the gang.

Gilad turned and waved at them.

The crowd dispersed.

Angelica shook her head. "I thought the Black Gold Gang no longer managed the thugs causing trouble on the streets."

She spoke with obvious emotion.

Mr. Vito has not appeared in the public eye for a long time.

Bonesbill and his militant followers took over the street-level businesses.

Various high tax policies were introduced, some of which were overbearing and extreme, as if they were deliberately trying to clean up the "atmosphere" left by Vito. Dawn is about to end.

The city sky turned gray.

The dim light shines through the dome of the shopping mall, diluting the brightness of the light strips and billboards, as if to tear off the umbrella of protection for those who stay up late.

The bar became lively with the addition of Gilad.

John also realized that Danny Street was different from before.

Desperadoes poured into the area under the jurisdiction of the Black Gold Gang, and the streets were filled with dangerous new members.

They have no bottom line in doing things and will even attack vendors within their jurisdiction.

The gang leaders all have ostentatious muscles, new tattoos, and gold on their necks and fingers.

There was broken rock music playing on the gym speakers.

Every blank wall becomes a graffiti drawing board for newcomers.

But these idiots don't follow the rules at all, the patterns have no personality, and some troublemakers even destroyed some symbolic and important commemorative works in order to make room for creation.

Bone Ballast brought prosperity and violence to the West Side.

The traffic in the mall area of ​​the Borago Club has increased several times.

Angelica was particularly touched.

Revenue pressure and tax targets are rising, and more and more idiots are coming to the Tipsy Bikini Bar to cause trouble, like today.

From the red-light district to the underground trading market...

The whole street was filled with smoke.

The bandage boxing gym run by Gino and Macao is also full of burly men. If John scans them one by one, he can find quite a few wanted criminals with high bounties.

Boxing matches and related income are an important source of income for the Black Gold Gang.

Gu Cha simply laid off the boxers raised by the gang, skipped the process of discovering talents and training them from scratch, and instead recruited mature boxers through contract signing.

No matter where you come from or how bad your personality is...

As long as you can make the ring full of suspense and make the audience lose their minds, you can sign a contract and exchange your life for huge wealth.

"The number of boxer deaths in the qualifying and monthly competitions that just ended is more than the total of the past five years. Guzha really doesn't take human life seriously. As long as he can please the rich and powerful..."

Gino was suddenly curious.

"Is there no objection from within the Black Gold Gang?"

"Those who follow Mr. Vito will definitely be dissatisfied, but the internal situation is not what you think."

Gilad looked bitter.

The Black Gold Gang expanded rapidly during Gusha's rule, and its strength soared when the gang war was about to break out. However, those vicious guys did not dare to turn against Gusha.

"Of course there were attempts to resist him."

Gilad took a deep breath.

He saw with his own eyes:

Bone slag beat a guy who offended authority to a point where he was worse than death. He was thrown next to a trash can and groaned for two days before he died.

"The rest of them are devoted to him."

The number of contraband transactions also doubled, and all the personnel originally used to maintain order were sent out to participate in the fight, which was almost an open challenge to the Xiaocheng Gang and surrounding forces.

"We used to do business through fixed channels. Occasionally, some items would be sold to places farther away from the city, but we would do it secretly once or twice. But after Gu Za took over, we almost did big business openly."

Gilad frowned.

There was a sense of fear and uncertainty in his tone.

"Now, from the entire West District to Sakura Cross Street, we are involved in the sale of contraband and illegal transactions. It's like putting a gun barrel in the mouth of the Japanese to steal food."

pat.

Gilad pulled out a golden pistol from his bosom.

"Wow~"

"Fancy."

“It’s a status symbol.”

Everyone present was very supportive.

Gilad smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Bone slag turned the Black Gold Gang into a money-making machine.

The cargo throughput, shop rents, and various legal and illegal business activities generate astronomical profits.

Huge resources are being used to arm gang members, double the firepower on the streets, and fully engage in this war.

With a glass of wine in his hand, he talked about the changes in the West Side and the management of Bone Crusher from an inside gang perspective.

Angelica exchanged glances with Gino before looking up to signal John that she wanted to hear his opinion on bone slag.

"He and I can't get along, but to be honest... in my mind, the gang leader should be this kind of cold-blooded bastard. Mr. Vito seems like an outlier. When I first met him... I was quite surprised."

"Okay, what about you?"

They then questioned Gilad.

The latter did not answer immediately.

Gino didn't urge him, but picked up the golden pistol on the table, as if admiring its design details.

"I can see you got promoted, Gilad, so are you hanging out with Bone Stubble now, or are you loyal to Mr. Vito?"

Click, bang.

The insurance for returning the gold nugget was put on the table.

When Gilad first met John, he was a thin apartment management boss. Now he has bulged with muscles and his shirt can be squeezed into a round shape when he stretches his arms and leans on the bar sofa.

He was wearing a lot of gold ornaments and had followers, which showed that he had made further progress.

"What the hell? Your looks are so hurtful. I swear I haven't betrayed anyone. I wanted to follow Mr. Vito, but he disappeared. At first, I could still see him in gang activities, but suddenly all contact information was cut off. I can only confirm that he is still alive from rumors..."

Everyone, including Gilad, was confused.

The target they were following disappeared.

Gang unrest is even more terrifying than corporate layoffs.

The boss and the rules and traditions changed dramatically overnight.

A large number of new people with guns who are better at fighting than you break into the "family" in your mind and make a mess of the streets you cherish.

"I'm really angry. I want to pick a fight with someone..."

Gilade and Vito's former subordinates are all waiting for a reckoning.

They imagined that there would be an explosion of extreme repression, a bloody battle inside Danny Street, and a fight to the death with the Bone Chasm forces.

The impact of Vito's disappearance is greater than expected.

No one has enough prestige to rally all the remnants.

Everyone is waiting - someone will tell them who the enemy is, where they are, and what to do!
But he had nothing fucking.

Gu Cha destroyed the "Black Gold Gang Family" with overwhelming force, and started the money printing machine at the fastest pace, turning the chaotic West District into a big group that is not easy to mess with, and then challenged other gangs in the city!

"The Black Gold Gang fell into his hands. I knew... the rebellion I imagined would never happen, so I began to wait for death. Maybe one day a car would brake beside me, a gun would be extended from the car window, and I would be shot to death in a pool of blood."

Gilade put two fingers together and pointed them at his temple.

He was silent for a moment.

"But what I got was a large sum of money, high-end muscle bundles, fully equipped rifles, status-signifying vehicles, and gold jewelry."

"Buy people's hearts?"

"I thought so at first, but Bone Stubble doesn't care..."

The Black Gold Gang seemed to be expanding disorderly, but in fact it only cut off some businesses and divided them into positions according to the model of company soldiers. The internal promotion channels and specific work content were clearer.

The West End is a behemoth.

Gu Cha had no intention of filling the entire dining table with his cronies.

He put the conditions before Gilad and asked him to make a choice - take the power and wealth and shoulder the responsibility, or choose to leave everything behind and become a nobody on the streets or quit the gang.

Those who resist will die.

The recipients will get new identities and jobs.

Bone Stubble doesn't want their allegiance, nor does he want Vito's secrets, nor does he need to win people over during a gang war.

"Finish what you have to do, and nothing else matters."

Gilad shook his head with a complicated expression.

"That's what Guzha told everyone, including me..."

(End of this chapter)