My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 149: Night

【Eden City-Damascus Camp】

John and his team arrived safely.

A flatbed-shaped jack was pushed directly under the armored vehicle, steadily supporting the four wheels, and it moved to the entrance of the large container with flashing lights and honking horns.

Screwdriver took out the tablet from his overalls, and through the light strip he could see the thick bags under his eyes.

John and his team's return at night woke many people up from their sleep, with tired and happy faces. These people also had a lot of work to do in the camp during the day.

The robotic arm dropped from the huge stacked containers and, together with the lifting equipment, lifted the devastated Jurassic ZT15 steadily.

John sat on the broken metal table and let his thoughts run wild.

Many devices are not shut down at night, and there are roars echoing in the machine room and power supply area. The slight noise makes the sleepers feel at ease, as if there is always someone awake in the camp, bringing warmth and shelter.

Searchlights shone from the signal tower, the windbreak cliff, the parking lot, and other directions, making the campfire and boxes on the sand and rubble covered in the vastness, and the silhouettes of the sentry soldiers were stretched into narrow and long...

RVs and tents are densely packed together, creating a sense of layering in the gathering place. Shields are stretched straight into the ground by steel cables, and thick electric wires are winding between boulders and equipment.

There are unclear dividing lines in the confusion.

Even if the spray paint is covered with yellow sand and the isolation piles and debris are moved, no homeless person will go wrong.

Because this is their home.

The air in the house always smells like food and fuel.

Maybe this is a sense of belonging.

The wanderers gathered in twos and threes, either discussing some disassembled equipment or maintaining their equipment and guns. Everyone had a way to make a living.

Busyness and laziness coexist in the slightly quiet night.

Those who were awake, including John, were holding drinks. Scattered between the piles and the cracks in the sand were glass and cans, but they would be cleaned up once the other camp members woke up.

John withdrew his gaze and picked up the cold beer. The condensed water flowed down his forearm from the base of his thumb, dispelling some of his fatigue and sleepiness.

A little further away, under the camouflage sky.

Simon sat on an old dark green equipment box and talked to a few homeless people dressed like cowboys.

By capturing the mouth shape through the translation plug-in, it can be inferred that he is relaying John's plan, which is to cooperate with farmers to develop a fresh food supply chain business.

The camp's main concern is that getting involved in fresh food transportation means competing with the city's protein food factories and the capital behind them, and overt and covert conflicts and casualties are inevitable.

But the situation is not as bad as imagined.

Fusion Farm is more inclined to supply raw materials and deliver fresh food to various distributors. It doesn’t matter whether they choose to do deep processing or sell it as it is.

Those who have a say among the wanderers arrived one after another.

Their dressing style is mainly practical. In terms of materials, they trust leather products more than light strips and sequins. They expose their arms with sweat hair and blue veins, and confine their muscles in vests.

The on-site discussion did not produce any results.

Nando hasn't returned yet, and there have been quite a few issues that have been put on hold in recent times, but that hasn't stopped more wanderers from gathering, mainly to show concern for Simon's plight and to celebrate his safe return.

The tent became very lively.

John was tasting his beer from a distance when suddenly someone slowly sat down next to him.

Talia raised the glass bottle to clink with him.

"Are you looking for Elona? She left through the border wall the night before yesterday. It must be an important task. Anyway, the boss is not here, so she is not obligated to report to anyone."

Talia curled up her knees, put her arms on them lazily, tilted her head and grinned at the tent next to her.

"What's up with the sleeping chick inside?"

"Fuck it! Her husband and daughter are in intensive care."

"OK~Sorry~"

Talia shook her head and chuckled again.

"Of course I'm kidding, man. There's no chick in the club that isn't prettier than this one. And I knew right away that this chick was going to be hard to deal with. She must have had experience in the underworld."

"Hehe, Simon told you, right?"

John narrowed his eyes, smacked the smell of alcohol and looked sideways at her, not believing that this crazy woman had such eyesight.

"Hmm~"

Talia came closer in a low voice, and with a strong smell of alcohol, she said that she had worked in the field for the KGB after retiring from the army.

John was slightly surprised and looked her up and down.

Talia was laughing with her back against the wall, her posture was very heroic, her neck and arms were very tight, and she did have the fleshy feel of a rebound from retirement, her skin was dark and covered in dust and oil.

She was wearing a grey vest with bulges on the curves, and she probably wasn't wearing any underwear underneath.

A loud whistle woke it up.

John and her exchanged middle fingers, and then asked casually while drinking beer.

"Are you from the Migration faction in the camp?"

"Fuck, where did you learn that word? It's really ugly... It's okay to understand it this way. I don't like to stay in the same place and go around in circles. It makes me feel restless and uncomfortable."

Talia opened her palm, as if suppressing an invisible, elastic sphere.

She said the wind, sand and vehicles would make her feel grounded.

Every time I stay in the city for a long time, I feel inexplicably irritated, like a drug addict having withdrawal symptoms. Even alcoholism and drugs can't cure it, and the bright lights, wine, women and indulgence can't calm me down.

"…very, fucking crazy. I want to yell at electronic screens and tall buildings, but I always feel like I have no strength in my bones and my chest is on fire. Even if I yell at the top of my lungs, it will be drowned out by the advertisements and neon lights…how can I put it…"

Her fingers began to tremble and she gritted her teeth, as if the air ball in her palm was struggling hard.

"I feel like the city is gnawing at my flesh and blood. Slowly, without making any sound, it is knocking open my bones. Yellow, white, I am slowly being digested by it..."

Talia had made her decision.

If the Damascus camp eventually settles in Eden City, she will undertake the transportation mission to other cities. Only by continuing to run around can she live a short and sober life.

John took out the widow's short-sleeved gun and handed it over.

Talia put down the beer bottle, raised the gun to observe, and after getting permission from his eyes, she removed the magazine and external accessories, marveling at it.

"It's a good idea, but the materials are simple. If you replace them with better ones, it should be more powerful."

"Then you keep it for fun."

John had no intention of taking it back.

He picked up a silenced pistol from Fuki Industries in the hospital. It was easy to carry and had high armor penetration. The Widow's short-range rifle became redundant, and it was a bit uncomfortable to put it in his pocket when he was running.

Click.

Talia turned the gun, opened the magazine, and observed the internal wear and tear. She was completely unceremonious and ungrateful. After all, this was a notch lower than the vodka revolver she had given to John as compensation.

John continued to drink, but due to the residual drugs and nervousness, he was groggy and couldn't fall asleep.

Maya felt that since they had killed Du Raymond and the noise was quite loud, it would be best for them to stay in the camp and avoid the limelight until the matter was completely over or the news that Guzha mentioned broke out before making a decision.

Before leaving, Talia pointed out a few RVs to John.

She said it was full of the hottest girls in the camp, and she guaranteed that every one of them was willing and able to cure his insomnia.

The night gradually thinned out, and we arrived at the time of dawn anxiety.

John was shaken awake by Simon.

He didn't know when he fell asleep. He was lying on the metal table where he had just been drinking and chatting, with his back against the wall of the warehouse where supplies were stacked, and his body covered with a thick blanket.

Simon glanced and cursed with a smile.

"…It's better to just go to bed with Talia. It's boring to be a shark out there."

"Fuck, Simon, what on earth do you want me to do?"

"Nando is coming back."

Simon confronted John directly.

Elona left Eden City to pick people up - the Silver Port incident has not yet ended, and the major investors in Eden City are not happy to see the return of the leader of the wanderers.

Not many people in the camp received the news.

Nando also learned about the project being squeezed out.

He was very interested in John's proposal, so he asked Simon to take over the matter in advance. Once the accumulated tasks in the camp were dealt with, he would start contacting the Radiation Farm.

If successful, John will be given an agency fee.

Damascus is very rich now, and there are many good things hidden in the spoils of the Silver Port. In order to repay John for rescuing Simon, the armored vehicle repair costs are free and some minor modifications are given as gifts.

This did solve John's problem.

Now that the Black Gold Gang has changed its leadership, all the West District car dismantling yards are under the management of Guzha. I always feel uneasy when sending my car there for repair - Ethan Berg's Silver Knight supercar is still being detained.

Fortunately, Rangers are also well versed in vehicle repair and modification.

Simon relayed the message like a sign.

John began to receive calls one after another.

More happened in Eden City last night than expected.

【Contact-Olaus Grenada [Video Call]】

[Did you kill Du Raymond? ]

Olos was wearing champagne-colored pajamas, and seemed to be sitting cross-legged in front of the French window, pouring herself a glass of wine. Red and blue lights were flashing outside the glass curtain wall, and the sound of sirens could be heard in the background.

"Yes, it's a long story. I got a job..."

John was thinking about how to explain, but was interrupted calmly by Olaus.

【Did anyone take anything or any clues? 】

“A mobile device with a record of transactions.”

John answered truthfully.

They are partners, and even owe each other their lives. When things become complicated, don't be smart and hide information.

Olos looked enlightened and asked as she lifted her short hair.

[Who went with you? Why did you think of taking this thing? What did she tell you...]

John took a moment to explain Maya's situation, and that he had taken the equipment purely because the cabinet reminded him.

Oros obviously accepted a lot.

She knew who the other person was after hearing John's description, and she even knew the second-hand dealer on Oil Drum Street better than he did.

[Keep the things safe, pretend you don't know if anyone asks you, and remember to pay attention to the morning news in half an hour... I'll contact you.]

Olos hung up the phone.

After John talked to Simon, he woke up Maya. Before he could start discussing or inquiring about the situation, a call from the lieutenant colonel of the Eden City Police Department arrived earlier than the morning news.

[Contact-Barry Kitt[Voice call]]

[John, tell me directly, did you kill Lao Du? ]

John was thinking about how to respond, but the silence gave him the answer.

Barry took a deep breath, paused, sighed, and spoke after thinking for a moment.

[More than 200 people died at Sakura Cross Street last night, and now dozens of company executives and wealthy businessmen are lying in the intensive care unit...]

(End of this chapter)