My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 142: Caviar
Bone slag simplified the problem into a deal and threw it to John to solve. He did not reveal any more information and only had clear requirements for the time of death, which made John feel inexplicably uneasy.

But mercenary missions are basically like this.

Senior lone wolves will not ask for specific details, they only care about whether the reward matches the difficulty of the task. The rest of the secrets are the privacy of the client and the middleman.

[Mission target update]

【Talk to Meiya. (Not achieved)】

John decided to accept the task of bone slag.

Meiya didn't object.

She paid the price for leaving the agency and choosing a settlement, and Gerry and her daughter's lives revolve around Eden City.

"I will not leave unless it is absolutely necessary. In this case, a safe and stable place to live is very precious."

"Do you think the protection of the bones is credible?"

"I'm not a lone wolf mercenary, John. If there is a force willing to provide shelter, it means there is hope for my husband and daughter. Leaving the West District won't necessarily make things any better."

"What if Guzha refuses to admit his mistake?"

"Then fight him to death."

Meia watched from a corner of the hospital as two stretchers were carried - Gerry and his daughter were loaded into an ambulance and taken to the Borago Club.

Bone slag needs to take hostages as risk protection.

That is the core area of ​​the Black Gold Gang. There are clinics and doctors there, and there is no need to worry about being in trouble with the Faqi Industry.

Meiya waited until the vehicle was out of sight before muttering to herself.

“Life is all about trying your best.”

[Mission target update]

[Cooperate with Meiya. (Not achieved)]

Meiya has completely changed her state.

She walked around the hospital with a normal look on her face, got a T-shirt with propaganda slogans printed on it, and stole some medicine and bandages to treat her wounds. The process of digging out shrapnel with a knife was particularly bloody.

John occasionally provides surveillance intelligence.

It seemed that we were almost done with the work and it was already past noon.

There are about six hours left until the mission ends.

"You know what's going on, right?"

"Of course, investigating Lao Du took me a lot of time. If we work together, we can definitely kill him."

Maya and John climbed over the hospital wall and left quietly amid the police lights and cordons.

"Where to go next?"

"Meet some old friends, find some new goodies, and fill our bellies."

Meiya was not impatient at all.

She seemed confident and had completely recovered to her original state as an undercover agent in the CIA, even more calm than when she was young.

John was a little infected.

He couldn't help but put himself in their shoes and imagine - if his family members were tied to the negotiating table, would he still be able to remain calm?
But perhaps because I have been a lone wolf for too long, the more I think about it, the less I can empathize with others, and the passion that had just risen in my heart disappears.

【Eden City-Fengqing Street】

The Jurassic ZT15 slowed down along the gray street.

John and Maya were going to the West District to run some business, and considering that they had to go to a fight before dusk, it would be safer to switch to an armored vehicle.

The weather is so gloomy that it looks like it's going to rain.

The city is shrouded in a dim and humid filter. The bright yellow and red light sources around the streets become more obvious, and the light emitted by neon lights and advertisements is deeper than usual.

Meiya dozed off for fifteen minutes.

John checked his watch through the rearview mirror - her vigilance was more acute than an infrared detector, and she would wake up instantly even if she took a nap. The training as a special agent was ingrained into her bones.

"Stop the car on the side of the road and lift up the sand shield to cover your face."

Mei Ya pushed open the car door and put on an old baseball cap that she had found from somewhere.

There are scattered shops on the street.

The viaduct passes through the buildings, the sound of train whistles is not frequent, there are not many people on both sides of the road, and the commercial atmosphere is not strong.

They walked past two guys leaning against a wall, smoking and chatting, and stopped at a fork in the road between buildings.

The trash can is like some kind of invisible symbol.

It reminds you that there is a doorway, and if you look inside you will find stacked billboards and red light sources.

The metal shutter door was open.

The ventilation ducts were inserted horizontally into the concrete walls.

Vitality is nurtured in the city's steel jungle. Walking among all kinds of people, listening to laughter and curses, a sense of belonging to the streets surges.

John raised his eyes.

The upper floors of the building are like a kind of shell.

A gentle light shone through the window, but it seemed as if it had never been opened, like a false electronic barrier, just a layer of sticker, and the guy living inside had never peeked into the lights and nights in the alley.

John's view was soon obscured by billboards and pipes.

Words in different styles light up with colorful lights, outlining the uneven storefronts.

This forms a hierarchy.

Rectangular lanterns and strip lights create paths.

This creates depth.

Meiya and John did not talk, because the surroundings were always filled with deafening noise. They walked silently through the smoke, custom practitioners, power-off game machines and manhole covers covered with iron mesh...

Shops are located around these gaps.

Whether it is a restaurant stall or a clothing business, they are all randomly embedded in various spaces.

Meiya found a shop with iron grilles.

[Fengqing Street-Sailor Weapon Shop [No. 842]]

The boss was wearing a heavy T-shirt and a quilted jacket, with half-faded tattoos on his gnarled, dark arms.

"Want something?"

The burly man waved his hand and smiled like a sailor on an ocean liner.

John remained silent and raised his chin towards Maya.

She looked through the metal grid, scanning the dazzling array of guns, and finally stared at an iron box - it looked like some kind of long-range signal transmitter.

"this one."

Maya motioned for John to pay the bill.

The boss confirmed that the payment had been received, said he knew the goods, and handed the item out through the gap in the lattice window.

The accident happened in an instant.

Meiya took the metal box and put it upside down on the window. The safety latch broke free from its restraints and made a soft hum in the air.

"Damn it! You stinky bitch!"

The shop owner quickly pressed the emergency button.

He took out a short gun from the side and was about to pull the trigger towards Maya's body.

boom!
John is faster.

Although he didn't understand why Maya suddenly wanted to rob, he still pulled out his gun and shot the shop owner's hand, knocking the weapon away.

The metal explosion-proof gate fell down with a loud bang.

puff-

sizzle.

The metal box Meiya bought made a buzzing sound.

The rose-blue electric current spread along the grid, and the protective net stopped moving halfway down, and black smoke began to emerge from the joints.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you want!"

The shop owner raised his hands and begged for mercy.

Meiya showed him her palm after hearing this - there was a very mini remote control on the prosthetic patch.

"I thought you were very connoisseur."

Meiya stared into her boss' eyes. "This thing is a controllable electromagnetic bomb made by the old American CIA."

She raised her head and gestured toward the metal door.

"I've demonstrated it to you. Now I'll adjust the power to maximum..."

Meiya put her thumb on the instrument and spun it in circles. "If I press that button, all your smart weapons will have to be sent back to the factory for repair. That's a lot of money, what do you think?"

"Okay, fine, how much do you want!"

The shop owner grumbled to show weakness, pounding his two thick palms on the metal display rack, seeming very unwilling.

Meiya raised her hand and pointed at a few items from the cargo.

"Who the hell sold it to you? I want the address, the kind that can immediately find a living person!" "...Fish, caviar! Fuck."

"A man, thin as a lamp pole, with skin the color of rust?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I buy from many people. He is just one of them. We are not close. If you want to seek revenge, don't involve me."

The boss said that every wrong should be dealt with by its perpetrator, and immediately revealed the hiding place of the caviar.

Meiya warned him before leaving.

"If I don't find the person, no matter what happens, it will all be attributed to you tipping off."

"I'm so stupid."

The shop owner wailed.

Maya and John returned to the armored car in silence and drove north for two blocks, still within the Fengqing Street.

She didn't speak again until she got out of the car again.

"That was a pretty good shot just now. Sorry, I didn't call ahead and thought I could handle it myself... I almost messed up."

"Fuck, what on earth are you doing? Do I need to remind you that we have to deliver the heads on time."

"We are indeed preparing, John."

Maya glanced at the weapons on John.

"Du Raymond must be hiding in the dark. He is staying there and won't run around. We need some heavy firepower to get in."

"So your idea was to intimidate a weapons store owner and then take nothing?"

John straightened his coat a little.

Meiya didn't rush to answer. She followed him, avoiding the crowd and walking along a more secluded alley.

She explained in a low voice.

"You know the safe house, right?"

Before the collapse of the old United States, due to the external spy intelligence crisis caused by the KGB and internal needs, four major families were established - the National Security Agency (NSA), the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), and the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA).

They have established a large number of safe houses around the world, but due to conflicting confidentiality agreements, a large portion of their assets are forever hidden in the dark corners of history.

After the founding of the new United States.

As a national organization, the Special Intelligence Agency controls and has added a huge number of safe houses, which provide a lot of room for operation and are even regarded as some kind of invisible benefit.

When Meiya fled to Eden City, she applied for a new identity through an intermediary and second-hand dealers.

"Later, my file was marked as 'dead', and I changed my face and started a new life. The guy who got the news sold the assets in the safe house. What you just saw was part of it."

What Maya was looking for was what the shop owner called "caviar".

To be precise, it means picking up a gun stored in a safe house.

[Mission target update]

[Looking for caviar. (Not achieved)]

Meiya and the others twisted and turned in the alley and passed through a corridor entrance that was lit up with red neon lights.

The walls on both sides are very narrow.

The concrete steps were covered with broken and half-detached light strips.

The grain on the electronic screen feels cheap, and the full dynamic leather seems to be sticking to the face.

Meiya locked the house number based on the address.

She put her ear to the metal surface, tapping it hard, and suddenly pushed John aside, motioning him to stay close to the wall.

A shrill and aggressive voice came from the room.

"Who the hell is out there!?"

"Does Caviar live here? I was introduced by an old client. I want to discuss some business with you."

"Fuck, what a bummer! Wait till I put on some pants."

……

There were sounds of rummaging from inside.

Meiya waved her hand and pointed to the window sill at the end of the corridor.

John understood what he meant and started S'Anwestin, and he passed through the entire passage in the blink of an eye.

He climbed over the railing to the outer stairs, and sure enough, he saw a sneaky guy crossing the equipment balcony.

"Hey."

"Oh Shet!"

He immediately raised his hands, unbuckled his belt, and revealed his yellow and white boxer briefs.

John waved the gun.

Caviar tactfully rolled back into the room.

John made sure to hear the bolt activate before retracing his steps, and as soon as he entered the apartment he smelled a complex and corrupt smell.

Caviar was forced by Maya to sit on the sofa.

He was pale and thin, with sunken eye sockets, and his clothes were dirty and greasy. If he were found on the street corner, he would be a typical drug addict.

John has sharp eyes.

He activated the scan and immediately noticed that Caviar's limbs were all high-end military prosthetics.

"You are smart and know that investing in yourself is the most cost-effective."

"Wow, you're really knowledgeable."

Caviar said to John with a playful smile, "You two are not here to seek revenge on me, are you? We can talk about anything."

"Then why did you run away?"

"Well..."

Caviar fringes the wings of the nose, and grease is embedded in the cracks between the nails.

Maya came over after checking the room, put the gun back in place and answered John's questions.

"Because this guy survives by reselling safe house assets. He will come out again when his money is gone. He only does one-time business and disappears immediately when regular customers come to him. He runs faster than a cockroach."

"Do we know each other?"

Caviar smiled reluctantly and made faces, but he focused all his attention on Meiya.

"Just tell me what you want. Don't do that kind of... well, torture without asking any questions. I can't stand it. And I promise I won't be stubborn. I'm willing to tell you everything..."

"Where is Hercules?"

Meiya throws out the weapon name.

Caviar's lips twitched slightly.

"Hang on, who the hell are you? How did you know this name... Hey, fuck, wait!"

He raised his eyelids and looked at Meiya very carefully.

"Alani...ah!"

boom!
Meiya raised her gun and shot Caviar in the crotch.

A hole appeared in the badly damaged cheap sofa, spewing out several balls of cotton.

"Think it over carefully. If you dare to call out your name, I will have to consider killing you to silence you."

"Well, there's no need. We're friends, right? Why would you need to pull out a gun and knock on the door if you've made your identity clear earlier? Just send me a text message and it'll be a piece of cake for me to have the stuff delivered to your door."

Caviar said in a familiar tone.

He stood up, stepped over the garbage mountain of pizza boxes, various medicine tubes and empty wine bottles, stood on the table against the ventilation duct and began to dismantle the roof gussets.

"It's good to be alive. Just eating and waiting for death is the happiest thing in the city. This is all thanks to the notebook you left behind. When I heard that your name was crossed out, I went to the grave to mourn and poured a whole bottle of bourbon whiskey..."

Caviar's hands and mouth were busy.

Meiya leaned against the wall with her arms folded, her face expressionless, as if she hadn't heard a single word.

Caviar pulled out the heavy-duty sealed box.

"Wow, oh~ Sheet!"

The huge weight made Caviar unable to catch it.

John subconsciously lent a hand so that the weapon box would not hit him, but he was still surprised by the weight on his palm.

Caviar took off his sweat-soaked clothes, moved all the useful and useless things on the coffee table to the side, and then quickly wiped the greasy parts a few times.

He pulled the microchip from his teeth and inserted it into the slot next to the sealing latch.

puff.

John saw a heavy, dark figure.

[Weapon: Hercules MAX]

[Module: Overload Combustion, Advanced Armor Piercing]

[Description: Military-grade smart assault rifle, kinetic hybrid prototype, experimental weapon, with two shooting modes, allowing smart connection. ]

(End of this chapter)