My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 166: Palmer Slums

Black motorcycles shuttled through the shadows of city buildings, and advertisements and engines were compressed into distorted noise in the strong wind.

[Mission target update]

[Go to the robbers' hideout. (Not achieved)]

This is not the only way to solve the vehicle problem, but the new mission information popped up because John decided to cooperate with Barry.

If he does not accept the commission, he has other options.

Scrolling down the address book past Barry, there are several alternative options.

For example, Gilad and the Black Gold Gang’s car dismantling factory.

Another example is the Raphael and Coffs Granton car sales centres.

If all else fails, go to the Damascus camp and ask Screwdriver to arrange it for you.

They must have idle vehicles, and it will be no problem to find a low-key, durable vehicle without iconic paint to transport goods, relying on your connections.

The options are nothing more than different vehicles and payment methods.

John didn't think about which was the best choice.

He put his mind at rest and focused on the task.

The motorcycle was moving at a constant speed. Five or six minutes ago, the scorching sun had been blocked by the tall buildings. Only by raising your sight along the street could you see the light areas cut out by the sunlight on the surrounding glass curtain walls.

The iconic super skyscraper comes into view.

Not long after John drove in, he felt a sour sensation on the tip of his nose, as if his mucous membrane was burned by some irritating gas. Then he felt uncomfortable all over, his throat was itchy, and even his brain nerves began to ache.

He pulled up his windbreaker and raised his head.

This skyscraper is a three-dimensional factory. There is another one of the same size on the outskirts of the East District.

Because it is an industrial building, there is no glass curtain wall on the facade, nor any holographic projection advertisements reaching the clouds, only gray walls that are so high that they are suffocating.

It blocks most of the view, retaining the dark tones of the building's raw materials, with no embellishments or creative outlines, only a few lines of letters and numbers.

Stains hang down from grooves and vents.

【Eden City-Palmer Avenue】

This is a dead-end road in the municipal planning. The commercial area has been converted into an industrial-intensive area and is also a veritable slum.

Wires and pipes cling to the bottom of tall buildings like proliferating tissue, viaducts and intercity train tracks pass through the sky, smog and dust evenly cover the field of vision and tend to settle downwards...

John crossed the streets filled with smoke and bullet shells.

He rode his black motorcycle past buildings covered in graffiti and with exposed rusted metal.

The surroundings are full of vicious desperadoes and illegal immigrants who have nowhere to stay.

The high-end motorcycles attracted some attention, but not much else.

Palmer's standard equipment includes muscular arms and waist and combat prostheses of unknown origin.

It is quite normal to see luxury vehicles nearby, as they are most likely stolen goods that need to be urgently sent to a dismantling yard or container.

In the tin houses and dense warehouse-cum-apartments on Palmer Avenue, the content of ordinary citizens is extremely low, and car thieves and extraditionees gather.

We live in the most dangerous world on the streets, touching luxury cars and hot girls, smoking limited edition cigars, smuggling weapons and explosives...

Everyone has seen the world.

There is nothing to be surprised about the alloy RCH.

John looked up at the building whose coordinates were displayed.

It was a multi-story studio built with red metal plates and cement. It used to be a factory. The interior was probably divided into countless simple apartments, with a small amount of open space as a public area.

The windows were either broken or covered with dirt, and a few pieces of clothing were hung out to dry in the chemically polluted air.

There are at least ten garages underneath this dilapidated building alone.

They are rented by the day to anyone.

Modification enthusiasts use them as warehouses, but most of them are used by criminals to temporarily store stolen goods.

John drove closer to the alley and saw more guys with fierce expressions and strange looks.

Auction advertisements are posted on metal gates and in prominent places.

The most famous gambling method on Palmer Avenue is where overdue warehouses are put up for auction.

John parked his motorcycle next to the target building and took all the equipment with him.

[Weapon: Nova [Kinetic Energy Rifle]]

[Weapon: Rafiqi-Speedwalker]

[Weapon: Faki-Silence]

John finished the inspection in the shadow of the building, adjusted the tightness of his work jacket, walked up the steel stairs quietly, and walked through the corridors piled with various materials.

He tried to find surveillance inside the building, but found that the entire Palmer Avenue was intricately connected.

Various construction materials are piled up and proliferated, and there are almost no monitors in the extended wires.

"Huh~ Okay, that's normal."

John was busy for more than half an hour, but still couldn't confirm the specific residence of the car thief.

He leaned against the rusty fence, his eyes wandering among the densely packed buildings.

There were frequent tenants coming in and out behind me.

Several sex workers were chewing something and trying to seduce him with suggestive eyes.

"Lost? I know a place."

They need a job to transition until they find a new place to go in Eden City or find their own place on the streets.

These girls' faces have no traces of excessive surgery, nor are they inlaid with masks. Their natural waists and hips exude the charm of the original flesh. Their athletic figures are matched with healthy skin colors, and their words, actions and eyes are full of personality...

It is indeed a good choice for the perverts in Eden City to change their taste.

John was in no mood.

Perhaps because he had frequently rejected several girls, a Czech man with slicked-back hair and a smooth chest walked towards John.

"Fake..."

John's expression collapsed, and he immediately turned around and left the corridor, continuing to wander around the building shown by the coordinates.

This mission was actually stuck in finding the target.

Barry's official investigation was restricted, and the existing intelligence was the limit of what he could do. He located the specific building complex, but he did not expect the internal facilities to be so complicated.

These are problems that mercenaries have to solve, there is nothing to complain about.

John also realized:

Their own means of obtaining information are weak, and they have too little experience in roaming the streets and handling difficult tasks.

The weather is getting hotter.

John adjusted the power of the cooling patch and looked up in a trance to see many food delivery drones flying across the sky.

They shuttled between the buildings, making beeping sounds as the traffic lights flashed.

The neighborhoods surrounding Palmer have plenty of restaurants that offer great value for money.

As it is close to the ring road and the port, there are many illegal immigrants, so food with flavors from all over the world is gathered here. The only Asian gathering place on Sakura Cross Street that can compete with it is.

John currently has two ideas.
Either go to the restaurant to find out where the local boss is, or go back to the red light district to find some local girls...

Either of these could alert the robber.

John looked up at the building in deep thought, and saw half a body sticking out of a window without glass.

【Name: Pu Knight】

[Faction: Rift Party]

He was shirtless, his prosthetic limbs were matte black, his muscles were more exaggerated than those of male models in advertisements, and his chest to ribs were covered with red stitches and skull tattoos... A drone was hovering in front of Knight.

It is a high-weight version of the quadcopter, slightly larger than the surrounding meal delivery aircraft, and the packaging bag uses yellow and black reflective strips - indicating that it does not contain food, but tools, accessories, or implants with the original seals intact.

Knight reached out to take the drone package, spat out a mouthful of cigarette, turned around and revealed a terrifying face.

He has no eyes or nose, but instead a piece of inward-concave, irregular soft alloy. The red lighted lens focuses and changes, and the connection to the visual system can even simulate the perspective of an insect's compound eyes.

The Rift Party did not disappear with the death of du Remont.

He is just the initiator of the wave, but not the main body of the storm.

Members of the Rift Party are still entrenched in various parts of Eden City.

They have no unified boss and spread as fast as cockroaches. They have formed several leaders in different gathering places and continue to release pain and violence to the city.

These guys have no bottom line in doing things, and they have taken Lao Du's call for prosthetic transformation to the extreme.

Dark tattoos and replacing organs with implants have now become the symbols of the Rift Party.

The Rift Party member named Knight was about to leave, but suddenly stopped in front of the window. The red sphere quickly shrank. He must have installed an anti-detection plug-in and discovered that someone was scanning him.

Knight poked his head out again.

His jaw was lined with black metal, making him look cold and eerie.

Knight soon noticed the young mercenary standing on the side of the road with his hands in his pockets, and wondered if spitting could float that far. Then he smiled horribly and made an insulting gesture towards the other party.

The figure in the window disappeared.

John was not angry, he even sneered and shook his head.

Because [Pu Knight] is a member of the car thief gang. I didn't expect that I would actually run into him when I just casually looked up.

"F*CKING LUCK~"

John hummed a tune, took his hand out of his coat, pushed open the metal door and walked in as if no one was around.

The interior of the building has exposed cement and steel structures.

Two rows of worn-out sofas are stacked under the windows, graffiti and neon tubes can be seen everywhere, wires of unknown function are winding underfoot, and the ventilation ducts roar but cannot take away the smell of medicine and stench in the air.

There are more people living there than expected, and their composition is complex.

John was cautious and did not draw his gun. He quickly walked through the drug addicts and wandering stowaways to the corresponding floor.

He walked silently down the hallway and picked up the silenced pistol.

Knight's prosthesis has been read during the scan just now. The threat posed by the ammunition of the smart submachine gun is too low. When exchanging fire in a small space, considering the portability and penetration power, [Silence] is the best choice.

John held the gun with both hands, tilted it forward, and determined the specific room by comparing it with the view outside the window.

Adequate floor height.

It should have been an old factory or warehouse. There were many old equipments that had been stripped down to their empty shells, with mattresses and blankets around them, and heavy metal rock echoing in the air.

John made his way through the various piles of debris.

Based on observations, this floor should have been rented by a car theft gang as a long-term base.

He followed the nearest footsteps and quietly walked around to a room inlaid with ceramics.

There are metal tables and surgical chairs.

There were bloodstains and cleaning devices with drains around the walls.

John stayed close to the bunker and observed:

There was a burly man peeing in the inner room with a rough voice, as if he was talking to someone on the phone.

[…Solve the problem, bastard. Is the police lieutenant colonel our problem? You saved money without giving him any benefits, and you didn’t even say hello. You are the one who should be blamed for the cop’s death! (Russian)]

[Pay the balance, the stuff is in the car. (Russian)]

[We agreed on a price. Haha, you didn't tell me there would be such a big risk before we did it. What if he comes to settle accounts with us after you stop pressuring the policeman? (Russian)]

[…We are both shit. Don’t think you are superior just because you are wearing the company dog’s skin. The money in your pocket is dirtier than the paper I use to wipe my dick. Try to threaten me again? (Russian)]

……

This guy is well built but not overly modified.

John confirmed it with a scan.

He is one of the accomplices, a ghoul, who has been cooperating with the Rift Party for a long time. When there is no business, he does some work such as kidnapping and dismantling cyborgs.

Barry's rage put some pressure on the car thieves and the auction house executives. The robbers seemed to be raising the price and had a conflict with the boss behind the scenes.

[What bad luck. (Russian)]

The sturdy man muttered as he ended the call. Just as he was about to pull up his pants, blood spurted out of his face. His whole body twitched, stiffened, and collapsed forward...

John appeared behind him and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

He grabbed the body with one hand and let it slowly fall next to the toilet.

The wall was a deep red, with some debris sticking to it, and liquid was flowing down and merging with the blood, flowing to the low-lying areas.

John turned around and searched the room, and sure enough, he saw the implants, cleaned and packaged.

From prosthetic limbs to plastic-sealed and frozen industrial organs, from scattered accessories to complete parts...

All sorted and arranged.

After making sure it was safe and no one was approaching, he pulled out the data cable and plugged it into the lit computer on the desk.

Blacklight makes firewalls and passwords invisible.

It contains a large number of transaction records and a massive amount of illegal videos with varying degrees of editing.

Ghoul seems to like filming ESP on the side, focusing on sexual and gory perverted themes.

"Fuck, these kidney-cutting bastards must think they are contemporary artists, right?"

John took out the separation chip and started exporting the data.

He bought the things while shopping in the mall two days ago.

John has been a mercenary for some time.

He realized that in addition to accessories, weapons, medicines, and raw materials, the things that could be looted from the scene should also include data and information, which might be useful later.

"Ah, I almost forgot again."

John copied the data, activated his prosthetic eye, and took a few photos of the zombie in the bathroom - this person's face also appeared in the robber's information given by Barry, and he would hand it in to the task later.

There were footsteps in the corridor.

John immediately leaned his back against the wall, just able to see outside through the reflection of the metal table.

High heels, female.

After a few breaths.

A sex worker in hot pants walked by quickly, and seemed to have just come out of the innermost room.

She crossed her arms, had a bruised lip, and was mumbling obscenities.

High heels walked down the stairs, with screams, rolling bottles and painful groans heard along the way. After a moment, the footsteps sounded again until they were completely covered up by the rock music.

John quietly "floated" into the corridor.

He naturally pushed open the door, then emptied his magazine at two Rift Party members who were putting on their pants.

speedy.

The corpse fell back into the mat in unresponsive surprise.

John looked around and confirmed that this was a place to store miscellaneous items and sleep to satisfy his animal desires.

There is no point in plundering.

His pupils contracted and flickered. He took a picture to save it. He gripped the door tightly and lifted and closed it silently.

(End of this chapter)