My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 172 172: The Person Next to You
The mission plot of the drag racing gang is also very simple.

It is triggered after a regular illegal race. The main goal is to evade ECPD pursuit, pass through the gang war area, and make the opponent who is counting money and refusing to pay crash.

The accounts under Angelica's name are very wealthy.

The character image of the "speed racing gang" is a female, wearing a smart helmet and a black leather jumpsuit, and riding a top-of-the-line Detroit Saimo, the color and modification of which are exactly the same as the one in Angelica's warehouse.

The vehicle information formed a blue torrent of information that flashed before my eyes.

John stepped on the accelerator, drove onto the highway, and entered the plot against the flow of traffic.

On the middle road between the viaduct and the dry drainage ditch, several motorcycles of different sizes sped past. Compared with them, other vehicles on the road seemed to be standing still.

The searchlight cone of a police drone flashed overhead.

In the distance, red and blue police lights were flashing.

In John's field of vision, he could see holographically projected arrows and racing ranges on the road. The game had many difficult obstacles, and the race route often went against the flow of traffic.

He took shortcuts from collapsed billboards, passed through barriers between waterlogged commercial food stalls, leaped through the holes of abandoned buildings, and drifted in circles in front of rusty sculptures in the central square...

Every difficult move carries the risk of rollover and sudden death, but as long as it is completed, you can leave your teammates far behind, and the additional settlement points and mission evaluation will also skyrocket.

John had no burden of death, so he just rode freely.

When he crossed the finish line, he didn't even see the headlights of his opponent's car on the bend behind him.

Next comes escaping from gang pursuit, which is not a difficult process. The key is that the gang battle zone in the game is more dangerous than in reality.

As soon as John shook off the police, he was met with a hail of bullets, as if the thugs on both sides were aiming at him and shooting.

Fortunately, Angelica's account character was equipped with subcutaneous armor, so she was not judged as a failure due to the severe gunshot wound.

The vehicle's navigation system displays the coordinates of your competitors.

John synchronized with his prosthetic eye and could see several fast-moving inverted triangle signs on the city roads.

He gritted his teeth as he crossed streets littered with burning cars, leaped from the tops of tin sheds, and weaved in and out of explosions and gang gunfire. When calm came around him, he saw another motorcyclist running through traffic, hiding from the police.

John finally breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stepped on the accelerator, drifting towards the dangerous curve at the limit. The moment he got close to the opponent, he kicked the car, causing the car controlled by the game to lose balance, crash and roll.

The out-of-control motorcycle collided with the police car behind it and exploded.

As John was fleeing the scene, he heard a huge roar behind him. The system uploaded the racing data to the server. At the same time, huge flames rose up on the street and finally gathered into an out-of-control tornado, completely stopping the police pursuit.

【Server account information has been synchronized. 】

"nailed it."

John took off his headband and shook his head to relieve the severe impact of the explosion and the stimulation of his accelerated heartbeat.

"Well done, mercenary, huh~"

Angelica breathed a sigh of relief. On the table next to her was a medicine box and various first aid potions.

"I just asked you to help me play the game. There's no need to risk your life. Since you've given so much, I'll give you a little more reward."

“More recipes?”

"...Don't mark your life so cheaply."

Angelica pursed her lips and said that she would transfer the distribution quota of Radiation Farm to John.

The farmers have reached a cooperation with the wanderers.

They have recently been scouting for various stores in Eden City, preparing to expand their fresh food business and start a commercial war with protein food factories, which may lead to political and military conflicts.

Radiation Farm currently has only one skyscraper factory. Before purchasing and installing a second base, the output of fresh raw materials will be limited and the cost will be relatively high.

Most of the products produced will be used for self-operation and to support store consumption. The quotas of large distributors will be reduced, and the qualifications of individual investors may even be confiscated.

Most of the businesses within the West District will be controlled by Guzha in the future.

Angelica herself did not want to do the food business and planned to give her share to John. For him, both the store supply and the subsequent expansion would be much easier.

"Hey, I just helped you pass two games, but you want to leave the business to me. Even if I am stupid, I know that something is wrong with you."

John was still more concerned about Angelica's condition.

She lifted her hair nonchalantly.

"It's only valuable in your eyes. I'm not interested. The consumption is so low that it can be ignored. Wait a minute, it seems that I did give you a little too much. You have to pay back some more..."

Angelica said as she lifted the towel, revealing a few newly colored tattoos in between large expanses of snow-white hair. She shook her blonde hair and pushed John down onto the sofa.

The sudden stimulation was like the striking of a match.

Intense friction makes people stunned, while slight pain makes people subconsciously angry and give rise to a desire for revenge, which then evolves into the instinct of wild beasts.

John felt like he was being ambushed by a passing assassin.

He quickly took the initiative, but found that his opponent was extremely resilient, as if he was holding on to him with some kind of hysteria, and would not let go until he was exhausted...

Hua Hua Hua——

The sound of water in the bathroom disappeared.

John came out holding the wet Angelica. The skin contact raised his body temperature which was insufficiently supplied with blood. His heartbeat accelerated briefly, but was suppressed by the shadow left by the fierce battle just now.

He honestly put Angelica on the bed, adjusted the air-conditioner temperature and pulled up the quilt to cover her champagne tattoo and snow-white skin. Thinking of the whole process, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and whispered.

"Do you want to die with me?"

Angelica murmured and turned over, exposing her neck, frowning slightly and pursing her lips as if she was enduring a hangover headache.

John shut his mouth immediately.

He made sure the other person was not awake, picked up his clothes and left the room.

The elevator roared in the quiet night, and without the noise of the day to cover it up, one could deeply feel the lingering sound of the machinery.

At this time, the night shift workers are busy and the office workers who come home late are resting.

They take shifts, interweaving the trajectories of life, and together maintain the prosperity and decay of the city.

John took the elevator to the basement of the Danny Street Apartment, passed through the gate to verify membership, took a shortcut to the outer business district, and walked along the escalator past the Tipsy Bikini Bar.

He turned and ran to the opposite side.

[Shop-Bandage Boxing Gym]

The boxing gym is very lively during early morning exercise.

The equipment idle rate is higher at night, and the price is preferential, which is suitable for poor households who are eager to change their destiny.

Bone slag enriches boxing events, competition systems and content, allowing more people to see a way out in the ring and decide to use their fists and bodies in exchange for a better future.

John and Macao fist-bumped.

He belongs to the Black Gold Gang. He initially relied on his fists to survive on the streets. Later, he was promoted by Vito to become a boxing coach. Only then did he start using shirts and vests to cover the large areas of tattoos on his body.

Macao speaks in a rather mild tone and only cares about his younger sister Gino and the young men who come to the gym for training.

The bone-chip shift change had little substantial impact on him.

But he often complained to regular customers and old friends, praising Mr. Vito as a respectable gang godfather who was very capable in managing local business and gang operations.

Boxing is becoming more prosperous now.

More people from the West District came to him for private coaching and pre-game training. In order to cope with the increased rent, he always accepted them all, which made himself very tired.

John passed by the bathroom of the boxing gym and saw someone sitting under the shower head cleaning blood stains. He was silent and there were used reagents next to him.

He went around to the back door and followed the stairs inside the mall to the loft on top of the boxing gym. This was where Gino's secret base was.

The boxing gym business was on track and living conditions improved. Macao did not force his sister to continue doing odd jobs, but let her start tinkering with her hobbies of hacking and equipment modification again.

The room was crowded and dim, with hidden light strips and luminous ornaments providing all the light sources.

Gino's bed was next to a Hacker Deep Dive recliner.

She sat cross-legged next to the host computer, with six external screens and various small keyboards in front of her. There was also an operation panel made of holographic projection right in front of the desk.

Chiliu~
John heard the sound of sucking instant food paste, and the air was filled with the smell of hot industrial essences, which put pressure on the cooling system embedded in the corner of the wall.

"I'll feel dizzy if I eat too much of this."

"Slurp~ Hehe, fuck it, John! Angelica was having sex with you and made me get up in the middle of the night to separate the chip, and even asked me why I wanted to eat egg white paste!"

Gino didn't even turn her head, raised her middle finger, and typed on the keyboard quickly to confirm. She often had bandages wrapped around her hands, and gym customers and unfamiliar gang thugs thought it was protection against sprains.

John had seen the skin beneath the bandages:
For her burns caused by industrial waste, bandages are a more cost-effective option than expensive plastic surgery and enduring the natural color difference of artificial leather.

John took this opportunity to look around.

The room seemed crowded only because of space limitations and was organized according to personal habits. There were crumpled posters in the trash can, and the words of a beauty boxing match could be vaguely seen.

John picked up a modified smart magazine, pressed the hand-carved skull switch on the front, and an ion short blade popped out immediately.

"Hour Shet!"

"If your fingers fall off, you deserve it."

Gino remained focused on the computer screen.

"I thought you were staying over tonight. Angelica hasn't been in a good mood lately."

"You know what?"

"Nope, man, you haven't even 'dug' it out yet, so don't expect me to provide any useful information."

John didn't say anything. He stood behind Gino with his arms folded. His eyes gradually became deeper. After a long interval, he spoke again.

"Do you know Angelica's source of income?"

"Isn't a tipsy bikini enough? Haha, everyone has secrets. As a friend, it's best not to ask..."

Gino came over with the egg white paste.

"Hi, brother, you are not addicted to being a gun mount, are you? She hasn't even modified the implants in that aspect, and you just took advantage of her with her words? You are so naive~"

John raised his middle finger and said nothing.

Perhaps after being in contact with Olos for a long time, he unconsciously learned to think and observe details.

If you want to open a shop, you have to run around a lot. You need middlemen and local bosses to greet each other, teach them negotiation skills, and use the Damascus camp to connect with farmers...

Before leaving, the cupboard warned John:
[Eden City is full of both black and white people. The longer you live, the more dangerous it is. If a person's asset size does not match his economic source, he is probably hiding something. Don't trust him easily and don't provoke him.]

Angelica's cost of living is very high. She owns a luxury vehicle and runs a bar in the core area of ​​the West District business district.

All of these things require power, wealth, and force.

But no one had seen or heard of her partner.

Gino followed John's topic and recalled the past.

Angelica and Macao were the first shop owners outside Borago to respond to the rental request. It was around the time when the Black Gold Gang cleared the obstacles and stabilized the situation in the West District.

Gino had just graduated with a degree in network engineering.

Carrying student loans and life pressures, she and her brother support a boxing gym and occasionally secretly engage in hacking business to barely make ends meet.

Angelica is the owner of the bar.

Tipsy Bikini opened very low-key, quietly appearing in the best location in the mall, without any advertising, bodyguards deployed in large areas, and never encountered commercial competition...

Click.

【Chip: Cyber ​​Age [XHYF077165]】

Gino exported all kitchen-related information in Angelica's warehouse into separate chips, including meat products and small desserts, which used a lot of recipes from instant food packets.

John took it over and kept his doubts and vigilance about Angelica in his heart.

"I want a headband!"

"Are you addicted to games? Being a mercenary? That's good too. I think it's healthier than looking for sex dolls or taking drugs."

Gino smiled and switched web pages, looking for a contact target.

John smiled and shook his head.

He completes tasks almost every day and does not have much desire for the wealth and glory in the virtual data. He wants a virtual headband just to have an additional platform for resource exchange.

The equipment can be purchased on the public Internet and delivered by drones, guaranteed to arrive at your home within two hours.

Gino wants to go through other channels.

She contacted professional middlemen, paid them to erase the product serial numbers, registered with false biometric information, and installed plug-ins that redirected network addresses to avoid being found by operators and network monitors.

These measures are extremely necessary.

Gino said that many small characters who were famous on the streets were found by company dogs and hostile forces and then killed by lone wolves because they did not pay enough attention to details.

She kept chattering away and working quickly with her hands, as if she was going to have someone deliver the goods to the site in the next second.

"It should be mid- to high-end. It's relatively stable. Is that okay?"

Gino turned and asked.

John showed a conflicted expression, shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows, and reached out to scratch his high nose bridge which didn't itch at all.

Snapped!
Gino snapped his fingers, a look of realization on his face.

"Are you short of money? Mercenary, you are finally living a life of overdrawn credit."

"The situation will get better. I have done my job very efficiently. Now it depends on the efficiency of the middleman."

Gino did not doubt or laugh.

She would ask her friend to prepare the equipment and arrange for express delivery as soon as John called back.

"Are you looking for help from the Wanderer Alliance?"

This is a hacker hobby organization founded by Serum.

The members John currently knows, besides Gino, include baseball bats from the Whistle Community and tinfoil from the Haven Company.

"Ahaha, yes, you still remember this name..."

Gino was typing something rapidly.

Her prosthetic eye flashed, and the information in cyberspace was directly synchronized to the visual system. Bystanders could not see the content, and the display screen was used to adjust the equipment parameters.

"Can you help me contact the serum?"

John asked directly.

Gino paused tapping on the device, unplugged the cable, and turned his chair to look at him with a frown.

"How did you know she was back?"

(End of this chapter)