My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 163: Day Off
Gino seemed to have figured it out and drank up Angelica's special drink.

She pulled out a box of freshly opened golden apples from her pocket, flicked out a thin cigarette with her fingers, and lit it in front of her lips.

John slumped in the sofa, shifted his gaze, and turned his head along the halo of the moving spotlight, and saw the girls chatting and laughing in the bar - there is almost no room for naive people in the city of Eden, and those who can make a name for themselves all have real skills.

Several people shared their experiences with each other.

Angelica talked about the daily operation of the store, the embarrassing stories of mercenaries and street thugs, what business the super rookie had done, and which quasi-legend or big shot had bad luck and died...

Gino talks about the gossip shared by the girls in the red light district.

Some sex dolls were kicked out of the high-end club because they were not high-end enough and could not maintain their figure and pay for new implants, and were snatched up by new customers and shops.

Some assholes have bad bedding, and whoever performs horribly.

A new group of fighters came to Macao's boxing gym, and familiar fighters advanced or failed. The competitions became more diverse, and the commercial atmosphere brought about a surge and extreme wealth...

More and more people are boxing for a living.

As the night fell and the conversation deepened, Gino went from being angry to being silent. He gradually stopped talking and said that he was a little drunk. He huddled in a corner and turned on his headband to play games.

John and Angelica chatted late into the night over drinks and meat.

He picked up a piece of cooled sausage, suddenly thought of something, looked up and asked Angelica.

"What was the percentage of fresh food you gave me to eat?"

"Initially it was 40 percent, which is the generally accepted ratio after testing. It will be safer if there is an adaptation process."

Angelica didn't hide anything. She was silent for two seconds and then smiled wickedly.

"The second time I gave you 80 percent of the dose, which is the ratio most likely to cause physiological rejection and can be saved. But you couldn't taste the difference at all. That night, I took you to the Radiation Farm. When you were shooting on the roof, I discussed your situation with some friends..."

"Are you experimenting on me?"

"Your reaction is not normal, which makes me doubt that my reasoning is not rigorous enough. As a result, the problem lies with you. Others are not as adaptable as you."

Angelica had no guilty conscience at all.

She leaned forward on the table, close to John's face, and narrowed her eyes slightly as if in provocation - what do you want?
Angelica's shiny coat was loose, and the smell of perfume was overwhelming. You could see she was wearing a work outfit with a tipsy bikini underneath, and there was a colorful champagne glass tattoo on her collarbone.

John moved closer, looked her straight in the eye within kissing distance, and reached out to pinch the zipper of Angelica's coat and move it up until all the beauty was covered.

“I don’t like to use my brain with my friends.”

"Well, our mercenary is angry."

Angelica shook her head and stepped back.

"I heard you're a pretty good driver?"

John leaned back in the sofa and answered without even raising his eyelids. "More confident than shooting someone."

"Wow, I'm really looking forward to it. I know a few illegal events, but the city is not peaceful right now, the venues and participants are not very good. When the situation improves, come with me to earn some extra money."

Angelica offered her own compensation.

John gladly accepted her apology and waited for the night radio station to change. The slight intoxication brought by the alcohol began to bring out his fatigue.

He said goodbye to the two girls and returned to his Danny Street apartment. Mr. Vito's retirement party was still about four or five days away, so he could have a good rest and regain his strength while also finding some other fun.

[Eden City-No. 013 Denny Street]

Familiar apartment lobby.

Behind the shiny gold service counter, a waiter robot in a black and gold suit suddenly raised his head.

Lights flashed at her ears, and she checked John's biological information. She bowed and greeted him. Although her facial features could not be seen on the silver-white mask, it looked like she was smiling.

"Welcome home, Mr. John, you have a piece of mail to sign for..."

John nodded and walked into the elevator without slowing down.

The metal sliding door closed and the ambient light came on. Since he was a member, the advertisements on the display were automatically blocked and turned into a series of waves. The voice of the front desk robot sounded again.

[Mr. John, during your absence, Ms. Olaus Grenada submitted a visitor application, but did not receive a message. Do you need to leave her a single/long-term access permission? ]

A confirmation screen popped up on the elevator panel in front of John.

He conveniently gave Oros a long-term curfew.

After Gu Cha took over the apartment industry, all the high-end residences under the Black Gold Gang's name were connected to the firewall of Jingke Heavy Industry, and the service personnel were replaced with 24-hour smart machines.

The services for Borago Club members have been opened up, and home systems, mobile vehicles and access control permissions can be tied together, and the services can be connected anywhere that can be connected to the public network.

The account balance is proportional to the convenience of life.

John felt a little sad when he thought of the quarterly membership fees.

The elevator has arrived.

He walked into the room and stopped near the porch. While he was pouring himself a glass of water, the elevator went up again, containing a newly signed package - the account number of the "windfall" that Black Spider had collected at the landfill and the raw materials of the special inhibitor.

[Danni Street Apartment Management System (Hackered)]

This apartment had no balcony, so John used a black light to hack into the system, allowing the captain to scan the courier and stop at a collection point, and have the package delivered to him legally through "normal channels."

Oros submitted his access application because of Black Light.

She had hacked her way into the room silently, but this time she was blocked by Black Light, leaving a record of her access. John received the message in advance in the bar through the Atlanta virtual network.

"hehe."

John chuckled twice and put away the express delivery.

He cleared out the windfall account and made up for the tight financial situation a little.

The lights in the Danny Street apartment came on for the first time in a long time.

John even felt a little dazed.

As a mercenary working hard outside, I am a little uncomfortable with the bright room and quiet atmosphere.

The air-conditioning temperature is comfortable, the hidden speakers play nighttime radio and emergency news, and the light strips are switched to dark mode, retaining only the minimum visibility to help induce sleepiness.

The colorful neon lights shone in, and the glass curtain walls and the distant sound of sirens were all shrouded in a blue-black filter.

John withdrew his gaze and walked into the workshop on the upper floor.

The lights on the two rows of equipment boxes were flashing regularly. The chair used by hackers for deep diving had only the minimum configuration, lacking a cooling device, and its accessories and maintenance did not meet the standards for use.

John made the remains of the prosthetic body containing data into chips, and stored them in the corners of the room and in the lining of clothes for easy access.

Do it all.

He finally got into the jacuzzi as he wished.

The warm water covered my muscles and scars, bringing a sense of buoyancy and oppression. The fatigue accumulated in the hail of bullets was slowly released. The speakers switched to a nostalgic radio station, playing old songs whose words and melodies could still be heard clearly before the AI ​​era...

This is why even though John hates bone slag, he has not yet moved out of the Danny Street apartment.

[Shop-Bandage Boxing Gym]

"Are you ready to get back into the ring? You're having a tough time. But mercenaries don't make as much money as boxing. If you're really short of money, you might consider becoming a sex doll. The prerequisite is that you have to be confident in your job and your way of playing so that you can cope with the needs of old women..." Gino wrapped himself in straps and stood behind the dummy to add weight, while constantly speaking in his mouth.

John's grey vest was soaked with sweat.

"It's not fun to stay at home. It's a good time to get used to the chip. The fighting moves are still not smooth. I rely too much on Sian Westin. My body can't take it..."

boom!
John threw a straight punch, denting the polyethylene visor. Ygdrash's arm was still too strong.

"Oh, Falk."

"Instead of combat training, you should do prosthetic testing and get to know the guys under your command better."

Gino rubbed his shoulders and walked out from behind the dummy.

"If it can't be repaired, you have to pay for it, man. Next time you come here, don't attack equipment below level three. The training equipment must be at the same level as the prosthesis. It's obvious that what's in your body is high-end stuff."

She disassembled the half-broken equipment and shook her head and clicked her tongue.

John paid the compensation, took a shower, bought a cheap vest from the vending machine, and went out to find other entertainment to pass the time.

He wandered through the mall, following the colorful billboards past bars and clubs.

The mall became more and more lively after Guzha took over.

Ordinary citizens are mixed with disturbing violent elements, the strange costumes seen on the streets are more diverse, and many people are beginning to pursue some modified bodies that can be seen at a glance.

John bought a bottle of energy drink, and when he raised his head to drink it, he found that the skylight on the top of the mall had been repaired, and the leaking area had been turned into a row of lighting control systems with a more atmospheric feel.

Directly below there is a holographic projection and a three-sided rotating advertisement.

A girl with well-proportioned muscles and determined eyes stood on the ring, with blood and sweat on her face.

John's artificial eye was linked to a membership and immediately detected the new program advertisement.

He paid the fee to subscribe to the program in the pop-up window, and the scene in front of him changed immediately. The billboard expanded into a huge video, and the live boxing match and match information were projected onto the artificial eye.

The boxing match was indeed exciting.

Most of the girls with explosive bodies wore sports vests or clothes that were easy to move around in. Each of them had good muscle bundles and prosthetics. With the pleasing fighting chips, it was quite entertaining. Coupled with the empathetic fate and the reasons why they had to win, it was no wonder that the ratings exploded...

John shook his head and slumped down on a mall bench.

He turned off the projection, rubbed his eyes which were slightly sore from the long broadcast, looked around, and found several guys who had subscribed to the show like him and were watching it outdoors.

"Maybe I should find something else to do."

John looked up and glanced at the billboard which had returned to its original state.

Robot boxing matches are being promoted in the West End.

He followed the address and found the venue on the ground floor of the Borago Club. Members had free trial coupons, and the venue used the charging iron cage used in the original qualifying round.

There were two machines with strange paint jobs standing on the ring. They were obviously the prototypes of household guard robots, or they might be the type used by the ECPD for patrol duty. In any case, their shooting modules had been removed, leaving only their hydraulic fists to beat each other up.

The atmosphere and commentary are quite passionate.

"Damn it, this guy Guzha is really a money-making machine. Is he planning to turn the Black Gold Gang into an entertainment company and list it on the stock market?"

John muttered and complained.

He noticed that in addition to the themes of "Beauty" and "Pure Machinery", there were also human-machine fights on weekends, with a betting link in the corner and the promotional title: Which is stronger, biological reaction or algorithm?
Clang.

A can fell next to the ad and left a water stain.

John's eyes followed the parabola backwards.

There was a down-and-out boxer in the venue, his level was not very high, he looked at the overwhelming publicity with an angry look on his face and complained to his compatriots next to him.

"Haha, there's a difference, they're all prosthetics!"

"What a fucking gimmick..."

The can caught the guard's attention.

Bone slag has not completely given up on street governance, but it is more aggressive and aggressive than Mr. Vito, and only cares about conflicts that affect business and basic territory.

The burly men from the Black Gold Gang near the ring widened their eyes.

He took out the kinetic pistol from his waist. The crisp sound of metal seemed to be heard in the noisy environment. The gun shell and mantis knife glowed coldly under the smoke and spotlight.

The sturdy man warned.

"Don't cause trouble, drunkard. If I wasn't fighting hard right now, I would have already killed you in your seat. Do you understand?"

The down-and-out boxer left the audience with his companions in disgrace amid the cheers of the gamblers.

John turned his gaze to the stage again:

A robot took a step forward and threw a powerful punch, skillfully dodging its position to hit the opponent's radar probe, and while depriving it of its field of vision, it violently beat up the power system until the opponent's robot was completely paralyzed.

"Huh~ You did a great job, even the iron lump is worth seeing."

John admired it from the bottom of his heart.

The spotlights in the center of the venue began to converge. Gamblers who lost money and those who made money were talking and pushing each other in the audience. The strong men of the Black Gold Gang put out their cigarettes, picked up loaded pistols and rifles and entered the venue...

They are very familiar with this situation.

Smoke and gas flew up to the ceiling. The victorious robot stood in the center of the ring, raised its hands, and even walked around the ring to interact.

"Oh, and there's a celebration move."

John smiled and shook his head, leaving before the situation became chaotic.

The chaotic public security is a drawback of the brutal commercial development. Even the shop owners and ordinary citizens who were bullied by the obedient ones have gradually become accustomed to this atmosphere, as if this is the normal difficulty of life in Eden City. The order under Vito's previous management was just a fleeting dream chip.

He walked out along the graffiti-covered passage, felt the heat wave blowing in front of the wide steps, and his steps became hesitant. The daytime city without air conditioning was repulsive.

A whistle sounded from the shadows.

John looked in the direction of the voice.

A guy wearing a cheap leather jacket, wide-brimmed sunglasses, and short hair fading into dark green came over.

He smiled and talked to me like an old friend.

"Hey, brother, your prosthetic body is really awesome. You must be a famous figure in the West District..."

John took out the unfinished energy drink, listened to his compliments expressionlessly, and silently started the scan.

[Name: Lapu [Ticket Folder]]

[Force: Neutral]

[Reward: fraud, electronic fraud, online fraud, etc.]

[File: A scalper in the West District, nicknamed Ticket Clip, was arrested for hacking and then escaped. He was a member of the New World Gang in America. The organization was disbanded after the Eden City Independence War...]

(End of this chapter)