My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 157: Forced into prostitution
John paid the balance and took back the Jurassic ZT15.

The armored vehicle had a hint of oiliness as if it had just been cleaned. The armor modules had been completely repaired, and the sheet metal workmanship was even more delicate. The tiny scratches and spotted bullet marks had completely disappeared.

John drove the car on the streets of the East District, scanning the system again with black light and detecting signals with the radar module - no negative software implanted, no puppet residue, and no physical tracker.

It turns out that the price is reasonable, the speed and quality are impeccable.

Kaufglanton did things relatively cleanly, or it could be that Raphael had hinted at it in advance.

"Fuck, I paid too early for the Danny Street package. This place seems to be more cost-effective and more reliable..."

John missed his Ethan Burger supercar and cursed his bones twice in his heart.

He felt relieved after confirming that the vehicle was correct, thought carefully about his conversation with Raphael, and sent a message to Ryan Randall.

The doctor called back quickly.

He verified his relationship with Raphael and did not talk about his past as a mercenary - he did not express any opinion or reminder about the olive branch.

John felt relieved, and then his artificial eye flashed, and the doctor's chat box disappeared from the front window. The interface switched and opened the email that Barry had just sent.

[Contact-Barry Kitt [unread message]]

[The Owl Town Gang is in a state of panic because of the roaming AI. I estimate that the news can be hyped for another week. With such a storm, I thought their sex trade would be affected. Haha, it is booming. What a fucking irony. It turns out that holding it in is more terrifying than death...]

[The mess has been cleaned up by the Internet police, but the real trouble has just begun. The large number of sex dolls lost by the Xiaocheng Gang have not yet been screened and replenished through normal channels. Someone smelled a business opportunity and had a crooked idea. Mole, nicknamed this, has a ghoul background and is just a damn human trafficker. He ran to the slums to kidnap young girls, drugged the hostages to make them addicted, and then packaged them and sold them to the Xiaocheng Gang. ]

[I have a subordinate who retired due to injury. He is a policeman. His sister, Xia Li, works as a cashier at a convenience store. I have seen her. She is a good girl. She has been missing for more than two days. Yes, it was done by a mole. I can't spare any help, so I can only hand it over to you...]

[The job is to rescue people. The coordinates are at the Sex Doll Club. The intelligence says that the kidnapped girl is placed in an underground warehouse. Every one of the Owl Town Gang minions at the scene deserves to be killed, but I advise you to be quiet. After all, the aftermath is still lingering and everyone is very nervous.]

[The club is very dangerous. Normally, you should pay the mercenaries for doing things, but you have to go even if you don't want to. You have to pay back the favors you owed. Once you rescue the people, we'll be together.]

[I emphasize again, John, the key is to save people. If you can kill the mole by the way... well, don't force it, but if you really accomplish the task, you will be given an extra reward.]

John read the information and waved the coordinates into the system.

[Quest Series Black Police: Forcing Good Women into Prostitution]

[Reward: Remuneration (floating)]

I didn't expect it to be a series of tasks.

The Jurassic ZT15 stepped on the accelerator and passed through the viaduct intersection with a flashing yellow light at high speed.

12:37 noon.

[Eden City-Sakura Cross Street]

Fire trucks and patrol drones are still hovering.

The municipal cleaning crew beeps in their sprinkler-wash trucks.

John crossed the inter-district elevated road, with sparse traffic on both sides. The tall buildings in Eden City looked a little pale in the sun, and the billboards always looked faded and powerless during the day.

The armored vehicle is in external loop.

The air was filled with a complex smell.

John switched modes, slowed down slowly, and passed through the checkpoint marked with white numbers without incident, turning into an Asian-populated area where there were still debris left by gang fights on the streets.

Road maintenance workers held yellow glow sticks and wore masks as they watched equipment pour asphalt into the pothole created by the explosion.

Smoke was rising from drains and factory chimneys. Fans several meters high were embedded in the concrete walls, with dirt flowing underneath and gray blades whirring out hot air.

Graffiti and blood splattered on barriers have been cleaned.

John saw no dead bodies along the way.

The car system plays the morning news:

Last night, SAT was suppressing the out-of-control cyber madmen everywhere. The Owl Town Gang and the Black Gold Gang were killing each other, wishing to beat each other's brains out. The ghouls were picking up the wreckage and were going crazy...

John was not listening very attentively.

【Shop-Fusheng Kyoto Club】

This is the heart of Sakura Cross Street, the area actually controlled by the Owl Town Gang. Coupled with the fact that the gang war is raging, there are a lot more modified vehicles and street thugs on the streets.

[Mission target update]

[Survey the mission site. (Not achieved)]

John got off the car at the corner, put up his hood to shield his face from the scorching sun, and rushed into the building complex like a street thug.

Sakura Cross Street is a general term.

It specifically refers to the Asian gathering area within the radiation range of the three cross-district bridges south of Chengxin Plaza.

The architecture here is compact and detailed.

Various cultural symbols are densely clustered together. For example, you can see a large number of imitation wooden buildings in commercial streets or alleys, and electronic cherry blossoms and colorful lanterns become common light sources.

Tall buildings block the scorching sun.

John looked up as he walked down the alley, and saw electrical wires and various concrete structures weaving in and out between the floors, creating a maze of complexity, with the middle and lower-level buildings growing and merging with each other at will.

He walked past steaming metal grilles, brushed shoulders with gangsters, and mingled among the crowds of people with indifferent expressions and wild eyes, occasionally having to lift his feet to avoid stepping on garbage, drunkards, and homeless people.

Fu Sheng Kyoto Club is a lion in this steel jungle.

Its facade is spacious and exquisite, clean and tidy, with no messy buildings above and around it, forming a large "patio".

The air smelled of perfume and wine.

John crossed the alley, not leaving the shadows, his hands in his pockets, examining the door of the club across the street.

Dark grey carpets extend to the intersection, next to a large parking lot, and high-ranking thugs in suits can be seen everywhere.

John can imagine:

Customers shuttled back and forth day and night, leaving private cars and driverless taxis, and gathered on the carpet at the entrance of the club along the shadows of the city buildings. Giant billboards floated with imaginative lines, and deafening music covered the process of conversation and ordering. The front desk receptionist wore a behavioral chip and checked the account with the customer in a patient and seductive voice, ticking the sexual fetish and sex doll...

John withdrew his gaze and looked at the surrounding buildings.

Sex doll clubs and bars combine entertainment and privacy.

Gang operators often set up bases nearby and run businesses such as casinos to cover up gang transactions.

A large number of gangsters, hackers and snipers are stationed there for a long time.

The surrounding apartments are basically under the control of the gangs.

After all, it is difficult and inconvenient to rent this kind of housing to ordinary citizens. Most of them are used as "staff dormitories", where all kinds of people mix together and poisonous insects and the like are bred, turning them into a complete garbage dump.

"It's really difficult."

John saw more than twenty security guards from a distance. When the alarm was triggered, they would definitely be surrounded, just like the last time at the super-sensory chip shooting site.

However, John's relationship with the Xiaoming Gang is different now. The gang war has made them abandon their concerns and bottom line. If they are surrounded again, they will probably be in great danger.

[Mission target update]

[Do not sound the alarm. (Not achieved)]

"I fucking know that too..."

John grumbled, put his hands in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders, and walked easily into the shadows of the alley.

Click, click, snap.

He walked past the dripping and steaming grating, checked the magazine of his silenced pistol and the submachine gun across his waist, and then... John left the alley, stood in front of a street corner stall, ordered a bowl of mixed noodles packaged in a paper box, and ate it slowly with a double portion of meat sauce, rolled it up with a plastic fork, and began to eat it slowly.

He would continue to collect intelligence, look for opportunities, and satisfy his desire to try street food.

Unfortunately, this dish had no taste at all. The noodles were either broken or as tough as a scrapped belt. The taste was only covered up by the seasoning and was barely swallowable.

If you want to move into your own restaurant, you have to change the recipe and ingredients.

John's thoughts drifted away, and he waved for a beer.

He sat among the gangsters and ordinary citizens who came and went, occasionally looking up at the exclusive parking lot of the Fusheng Kyoto Club, observing the vehicles that could accommodate living people, noting the frequency of entry and exit, their characteristics, the review process and the approximate time...

Two hours later.

Street corner.

This place is very close to the club's basement. Drivers who deliver goods to gang casinos and clubs basically pass through here instead of taking the wider main road for privacy.

The alley is narrow, with trash cans and abandoned billboards against the walls on both sides.

To be honest…

This is a natural place for robbery, but who would do such a stupid thing in the core area controlled by the Owl Town Gang?

Every driver thinks this way.

A modified Carlomont truck turned onto the main road.

The driver straightened his back in confusion.

Two rows of plastic traffic cones blocked the way, and a man in a work sweatshirt threw the last one down, completely blocking the road. It seemed that there were hard objects like cement hidden inside, making people afraid to run over it directly.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

The driver started to yell, then suddenly realized something was wrong. His pupils widened as he pulled out a weapon from the driver's seat.

Before he could pull the trigger, someone grabbed him by the clothes, pulled him out through the open driver's window, flipped his body in the air, and pinned him firmly to the ground.

"...Ahem, wu, hey, please."

The driver was a Japanese man with faded tattoos on his arms.

"Shhhhhhhh, be quiet."

John pressed his knee against the driver, dislodged his gun, turned it over with one hand to inspect it, loaded the gun, and gently pressed it against his head. He could clearly feel the driver's muscles tense.

"Are you delivering goods to Fusheng Kyoto?"

The driver pursed his lips and nodded stiffly, breathing rapidly, as if any additional movement would cause an accidental discharge.

John stated his purpose directly.

"Do you want to earn some tips, or die in the alley?"

The driver closed his eyes tightly, nodded, and then shook his head, not knowing how to answer in order to appear obedient.

John achieved his goal. He unloaded the magazine with one hand and threw it into the trash can. Then he picked up the trembling driver, opened the cab door, and threw him in as if he was stuffing garbage.

He slowly walked around to the front, kicked away the spikes, and then slowly walked to the passenger seat and sat down.

During this process, the driver has the opportunity to step on the accelerator and run away, or tip off the police, and think of various ways to save himself...

John did it on purpose.

But the driver was extremely fearful and cautious. He suppressed his fear, did nothing unnecessary, and sat quietly in the driver's seat waiting.

This made it impossible for him to carry out his subsequent intimidation plans.

John didn't notice it until he sat in the passenger seat - in the middle of the truck's shabby operating table hung a cheap amulet, a greasy pendant, and a metal card hand-engraved with the words "Bumazawa Family".

He has a family, so he is afraid of death.

John made a judgment in his heart, and lazily adjusted his coat, like a car escort partner, and turned his head to speak to the driver.

"I have to go to Fusheng Kyoto to do some work. Please help me pass the routine inspection in the basement, and then park the car in the unloading area. Today, we will pretend that we have never met...Your life goes on as usual, and the world is at peace, okay?"

He spoke as slowly as possible.

The driver took a deep breath and nodded.

[OK. (Japanese)]

The voice plugin captures the reply.

John nodded and moved, flipping over the seat and curling himself in the shadow between the rear cargo area and the cab.

The vehicle started slowly with a slight lag, perhaps because the vehicle was in bad condition, or perhaps because the driver's mentality was affected.

John took the opportunity to scan the cargo to avoid any dangerous or toxic items.

[Item: Lubricant]

【Weight: 150L*8】

【Manufacturer: Unknown workshop】

"..."

John raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes moved, and quickly scanned the surface of the eight rubber barrels. Thinking of the sex doll club in front of him that was owned by the Owl Town Gang, he seemed to understand it, but he was still a little shocked by the huge consumption.

While I was thinking, the truck had stopped.

The flashing neon colors and loud noises around the club had penetrated the car body. The engine was not turned off, the trunk was opened, and footsteps were wandering around.

John hid in the shadows, holding the gun in his hand. The light from the gaps in the rubber barrel cast a bright area on his face. After a few brief exchanges in Japanese, the trunk lid closed heavily, plunging the interior into darkness again.

The truck started quickly and wound its way down the ramp.

John was shaken several times by inertia, and whispered to the driver to stop near the equipment room.

The Carlomon pickup truck slowed down steadily and turned off the engine.

The driver's door was opened, followed by the passenger's door, and then the driver's footsteps were heard going away.

John successfully stuck to the wall and disappeared into the blind spot. Before leaving, he looked back and saw the driver named "Xiongze" standing in the camera range smoking, like an ordinary man with a lot on his mind before going home.

What a perfect hostage.

John gave a thumbs-up in his heart, then put up his hood and walked in the shadows, seemingly casually turning the key to the equipment room. It seemed that he had the key, but it was actually Yggdrasil's brute force.

There are actually many lines in the basement that affect the entire building.

John started the scan and searched along the paths related to the network. After checking several houses, he finally found an equipment box that served as a signal relay station.

He plugged in the data cable.

The black light surged like a tide, as if a dark ocean of data had flooded the cyber world, crushing the firewall of Fuqi Industries in a few breaths that it took the mind to catch up.

John clearly felt that he was not as fast as before.

Data streams flashed in his artificial eyes. He had received a lot of feedback from the black light during the invasion. He digested the work logs and figured out the reason:
The largest sex doll club in Sakura Cross Street was attacked by a roving AI, which aroused the vigilance of the Owl Town Gang and Fuki Industry.

They dispatched network engineers as quickly as possible to update other clubs that had not been attacked, including "Floating Life Kyoto", which used advanced firewalls - the core components were connected to the company network, and any slight disturbance would alert the network security department.

These seemingly “safe” measures are equivalent to the “work” of the sub-department team of the Fuki Industry, and are considered to be advanced protection programs that can limit AI intrusion...

It was conquered silently by the black light.

(End of this chapter)