My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 176 176: Old Friends

John had no interest in the farmer's values.

As they chatted, the topic turned to business competition - the protein food factories would definitely retaliate against the farmers.

Violent measures will certainly occur.

They drove cars to block distributors, robbed fresh food ingredients, set up ambushes on the roads in and out of the city, and even smashed and robbed new stores...

"I told you, John, if you were ever in a similar situation and offered your help, I promise that Radiation Farms' reward and support would arrive before the enemy's retaliation."

The farmer held up a cigar and looked hawk-like.

"If you don't want cash, I'll give you contribution points, which you can use to redeem food. Well, you definitely can't use them now that you're opening your own store..."

"hehe."

John smiled and played with his whiskey glass.

"Let me guess, if our relationship is good enough, you will assign me more professional work and provide me with more generous compensation."

The farmer raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and spread out his calloused hands.

"Smart boy, believe me, John. What Radiation Farm can provide you is absolutely beyond your imagination. Wealth, raw materials, fame, upper-level channels... You will have the priority to experience the prosthetics and biotechnology produced in various laboratories."

The cigar was burning, filling the room with its aroma.

John's nasal mucosa began to itch.

“It sounds really high-end.”

"You are worthy. Things are different now, John. You are qualified to fight for the 'opportunities' that ordinary mercenaries cannot use."

"I am looking forward."

John didn't act expectant.

He didn't know whether he could live to that time.

The farmer, however, took this as a sign of calmness, and was even more satisfied with the young man in front of him. He gestured to his own cut legs, and was unable to stand up to say goodbye, so he could only raise his glass and exchange a few words.

John left the reception area and headed straight for the top floor.

He wanted to meet Elona.

The metal opened to both sides with a clang.

A wave of heat hit my face.

Several huge equipment boxes are installed on the roof of the Radiation Farm, wrapped in thick bulletproof insulation. Iron grids cover the ditches, and accumulated rainwater and condensation water from the cooling system flow inside.

The cement piers divide the area into several areas.

There are mercenaries stationed and patrolling in each area, and occasionally there will be staff members to greet the hovercraft or come up to inspect the equipment.

At night...

This is also the enemy's main air raid target.

John walked around the tangled cable reels and saw miniature refrigeration equipment and supply boxes placed everywhere - there were ice cubes that had not yet completely melted, as well as the common beer on the market.

"Fuck, this working environment and treatment are much more comfortable than when I was running transportation at Tiebang Logistics."

John sighed, exposing himself.

Elona sat in the shadows and nodded slightly as a greeting.

The lack of extra greetings seemed a bit cold.

But those who are familiar with the camp's war mother know that smiling is her most enthusiastic expression.

She was wearing a familiar gray vest, her blonde hair was tied up, some of the hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her neck, and cobalt blue screws covered the protruding spine.

"Thanks for protecting me. Um, wow, what is this?"

John's attention was drawn to a firing position.

It is surrounded by cement and metal fences, the floor is covered with matte black alloy, it is equipped with smart modules, and even has a dedicated power supply to serve the weapons in the middle.

[Weapon: Plato-Misttin [Intelligent Sniper Rifle]]

[Module: AI Assisted System, Energy Storage Amplification V]

Its main structure is comparable to a miniature turret; even the thinnest front end of the gun barrel is several centimeters thicker than an adult's arm.

This is the weapon that Elona used to save herself.

A laboratory-grade anti-material intelligent sniper rifle.

John stepped onto the platform to observe.

The cooling seams of the Mistytin light up, and the manufacturer's logo and number coating glow slightly.

The guns are provided by Radiation Farm.

It is set up on the roof, and any hovercraft or ground vehicle that approaches must be prepared to be blown to pieces.

【Manufacturer: Plato Military Industry】

"Experimental-grade weapons."

"The farm has a partnership with Plato. The weapons manufacturer will provide customized services to high-end customers. This gun is specially made for this."

Elona explained, continuing to hydrate herself.

Although there are sun protection nets and refrigeration equipment on the roof, the ultraviolet rays and the sun are still strong.

Duty work is indeed hard.

"Should I keep looking through the scope?"

"No need, there is an AI intelligent targeting system."

Elona's pupils flickered, and she explained the operation to John on the spot.

The spherical wheel at the bottom of Mistytin began to turn.

Its smart module contains an AI-assisted system that connects scopes, closed-circuit cameras, and even the prosthetic eyes of the team's mercenaries.

The amount of information is enormous.

The program will first process the information in the server, filter the required content, set the reminder part, and finally project it onto the retina.

Elona stood up.

There was a convoy of cars on the street in the distance. They were the management of Jingke Heavy Industries who had just left the Radiation Farm.

There are ambushed vehicles around, ready to move.

Elona prepares at the shooting position.

The enemy was obviously very afraid of this sniper rifle and couldn't figure out its range limit.

They did not have a strong desire to attack and even wanted to back down. Ultimately, under the intimidation of the company logo, they did not dare to attack the army of Precision Industries.

Elona also raised her body from the shooting position.

"Do you like to have a look?"

"Oh, can I?"

John was a little surprised. To be honest, he really wanted to experience it from a first-person perspective.

Elona waved her arms, sending an invitation through body sense.

[Request authorization of artificial eye data/confirmation]

Blacklight popped up a message but it was not intercepted.

John's vision changes dramatically, a bit like switching cameras:
The street scene unfolds in front of you. The AI ​​system can identify and mark friend or foe over a large area, track targets remotely, and monitor the vital signs of each unit.

Many inverted triangular pyramid icons appeared in John's field of vision.

This is a friendly camera and mercenary.

Similar information on the bird's-eye view is collected by AI from all over the battlefield.

"Fuck, that's awesome!"

John cut off the signal and returned the location to Elona. After leaving the targeting system, the field of vision became vast and blurry.

"Honestly, I've never seen Eden City like this before."

When he first looked at the neon lights from the railing of the Borago Club, he felt his heart pounding at the exaggerated changes in perspective, which made him want to become a big shot.

Now John stands on top of a super skyscraper.

The city shrouded in industrial smoke was so pale that vehicles and living people could not even leave a clear outline.

He felt palpitations and fear for no apparent reason.

Boom, boom, boom.

A pair of black boots walked towards them, stepped over the concrete beam with bullet holes, and stepped on the metal grid, causing a series of vibrations.

"How is it, isn't this thing awesome?!" Nando said, wearing black sunglasses and holding a familiar cigar in his mouth.

"Hahaha, long time no see, John!"

"Ah, good to see you, welcome back."

John shook his hand, moving closer to touch shoulders, and the touch of muscle bundles felt like hitting a block of dense rubber.

The scene at Silver Harbor emerged in his mind - he dragged the bloody Nando out of the pit swept by the laser, with half of his arms and legs broken.

And now.

Nando was wearing tactical gloves and a bulletproof vest, and he looked noticeably stronger than before.

Even under the scorching sun, there was no sign of sweat.

John knew how difficult prosthetic surgery was and couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't it easy?"

"Yes, more than half of the internal organs are damaged, and now there is not much original stuff in the stomach."

Nando took off his sunglasses and lifted the clothes on his arms and legs, revealing advanced prosthetic limbs with heat dissipation seams.

The Wandering Seven States hired the best mechanics and prosthetic doctors, who after rescue, testing, and biological adjustments, not only pulled him back from the brink of death, but also turned him into a severely modified body.

John is a distributor for Radiation Farms.

Nando is the leader of the vagrants and a partner in the fresh food business. He generously offered to take good care of Gerry and Maya for John.

【Unread messages*1】

[Mr. John, your materials have been loaded, the vehicle is parked in the transfer area No. 950, and the quarterly quota remains...]

Radiation Farms sent a message to John.

He said goodbye to Elona and Nando and took the elevator back to the mezzanine floor. As soon as he found the parking lot, he saw a familiar black guy circling his Poznin-U70.

Familiar muscle prostheses and work pants.

John recognized Screwdriver from a distance - the best vehicle mechanic in the Damascus camp.

"Stealing a car? I'll teach you a couple of tricks."

"Haha, fuck it, John, I'm an expert at stealing vehicles... I haven't seen you for a while, you're doing really well~"

Screwdriver greeted John and chatted around the armored car. When talking about vehicle maintenance, he pointed to a little beyond the unloading area.

A tall sign was erected there.

The steel structure frame has not yet been installed with covers and neon tubes, and underneath are terraced workshops.

There is a huge building next to it.

Those were two stacked ocean containers, and also served as Screwdriver's private vehicle repair workshop.

His vehicle repair business moved to the city.

The farmer reached a cooperation with the wanderers and has been maintaining a large number of mercenaries under his command for a long time. The demand for vehicle maintenance is huge, so he specially integrated resources to build a [Comprehensive Maintenance Station].

The resources are directly supplied by the manufacturer and are not open to the public.

"But you are an exception. We are friends who have risked our lives for each other. Damascus Camp will always cherish this friendship. If your car has any problems in the future, you can come here and we will provide you with the best spare parts at cost price."

[Street reputation increased, new services have been unlocked in the black market. 】

The way they talk.

beep-

A long row of connected metal carts passed through the mezzanine in front of them, with flashing yellow warning lights at the front and boxes filled with scrap parts and guns.

At the end of the cart were two employees wearing protective clothing.

[Power: High Temperature Test Tube Cleaning Company]

"Who are these guys?"

"Cleaning company."

Screwdriver crossed his arms and explained to John.

Conflicts often break out around the Radiation Farm, and the municipal cleaning staff are certainly unwilling to be responsible for the wreckage and plasma, so the job of cleaning the battlefield is entirely handed over to a professional cleaning company.

"It sounds a lot like a ghoul."

"Hmm, about the same."

Seeing that John was interested, the screwdriver continued the topic.

Ghouls are just a bunch of bludgeoning bastards.

They treat living people as walking cash cards, providing more than 60% of the supply for the black market and prosthetic clinics, and the post-processing methods are nothing more than incinerators and landfills.

[High temperature test tube] This belongs to a formal company.

Factories, clubs, and high-end stores are all potential customers. If robbery and violence occur, there will definitely be a need for professional cleaning staff to clean up the minced meat and blood, right?

That's how they make a living.

"I heard that there are also scavengers among the mercenaries. Through middlemen, they specialize in cleaning up after the rich and powerful. For example, a sex doll hired by a rich man dies in his villa, or a competitor is defeated during a business negotiation. He doesn't want to make it public, but needs to deal with the accident scene..."

"Wow, that sounds like a chore."

"Hmm... Where there is demand there is a market, so I can make a living."

Screwdriver helped John to simply deal with the bullet holes on the carriage, then jumped out of the cargo box and bumped fists with him goodbye.

The journey back was very smooth.

John helped move the raw materials into the cold storage under the shop. The decoration was relatively simple, the light strips were not very bright, the refrigeration pipes were covered with a layer of yellowish frost that was difficult to clean, and the tiles would slip if you were not careful.

Today's escort mission is officially over.

"From now on, you will have to rely on yourselves to purchase goods. I will come back to check it out tomorrow when we open for business for the first time. To be honest, there will definitely be profits, but I have no idea how much money it will be."

"Now that we've come to this point, you have to be mentally prepared."

Gerry tried to lower his boss' expectations.

He and Mei Ya started their business from a roadside stall and knew that physical stores were not as good as they imagined.

Sealed boxes stacked against the walls are a good start.

But fresh food is a high-end ingredient on the streets, and the consumption threshold is too high for the lower-class citizens living on the streets. In addition, protein paste and cheap fast food have become a habit...

Who can say for sure?
There was no escape for Gerry.

He was afraid that the poor business of the store would cause John to give up, and he and Maya would lose their last hope.

John could hear Gerry's concern.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, this is not my main job."

He patted Gerry on the shoulder, said hello to Maya, picked up his work jacket and left the restaurant.

[Series of Tasks Operator: Store Preparation [Complete]]

[Rewards: Vehicle [Poznin-U70], Shop Operation, Extra Share of Radiation Farm [Angelica], Reward [ECPD]. ]

"Whoo~"

John lit a cigarette and sat astride the motorcycle.

This job was more troublesome and dangerous than I had imagined, but after careful consideration, I did gain some money, vehicles and interpersonal relationships.

Night falls.

The brightly lit city of Eden seemed to be on fire.

Colorful holographic projections and advertisements are running at full power, bars and clubs turn up the volume, and the vehicles of racing gangs and gang members roar through the reflective streets...

The shadows between the buildings are not dark enough.

The light box at the end of the alley carved out John's outline, the red dots flickering, casting a heavy shadow on the wet ground.

"Ok?"

【Contact-Olaus Grenada [Video Call]】

A video pop-up window suddenly popped up, blocking the smoke.

Olos sat cross-legged on the sofa in the magnificent hall.

She held up the champagne glass to cover her lips, and occasionally tilted her head to look around, with data flashing in her pupils.

【Come pick me up at the coordinates. 】

【Bring your gun.】

(End of this chapter)