My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 180: Business is booming

There is still too little intelligence and clues.

"These are all our inferences. There is no way to verify them. Perhaps if we can figure out what happened to you, all the questions will be answered."

Olos's artificial eye stopped blinking and she muttered softly.

"It's almost time."

"Hmm? What...time..."

John narrowed his eyes and nodded sharply, his concentration began to wander, his speech turned into a mumble, and he fell uncontrollably onto the sofa.

His eyelids gradually became heavy, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"……what the hell……"

Red wine spilled on the industrial carpet.

The remaining liquid stopped flowing and gathered into water droplets.

Olos's voice sounded particularly far away.

"Don't worry, you need to rest..."

John watched as Olaus stood up, put down the wine glass in a blur, stepped over him and opened the door.

A team of medical staff wearing full protective clothing walked into the living room of the apartment, set up the venue with clear division of labor, and then pushed in a large number of tools and medicines.

John was turned over.

He struggled to stay awake, his eyelids drooping, the blurry lights flickering until his vision was covered.

[Eden City-No. 013 Danny Street (John)]

Sunlight streams in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Oh, shit... huh..."

John groaned and sat up from the floor.

He was lying naked in the living room, covered with a white sterile thermal blanket, with densely packed infusion tubes in his arms and chest.

"what the hell?"

John removed the syringe and examined his body.

He seemed to have received a good treatment and had surgery on his sternum and spine.

The inspection process showed that both [Yggdrasil] and [Sianwestan] had been maintained.

Blacklight will optimize the prosthetic program in real time to ensure it is in optimal condition, but physical wear and tear and hardware damage still require manual operation.

The sofa in the living room was pushed into the corner.

There was a blanket where John had just been lying, and next to it was a mobile stand for hanging potions.

The smell in the air is very complex.

A light and pungent smell of disinfectant.

The bloodiness has not yet completely dissipated.

There is also a high-end aromatherapy that covers up most of the odors and smells calming.

There is a mobile clothes rack near the stairs.

My clothes were washed and dried, covered with plastic wrap and hung up neatly, emitting a strange scent.

John wrapped himself in a towel and went to the bedroom.

Olos was lying on his bed. When she heard the noise, she frowned, turned over, picked up her clothes and threw them at him.

Her shoulders were exposed, her arms holding the covers down.

The heat dissipation seams are neat and beautiful, like matte lines tattooed on the body, but there are no visible wounds or bloodstains.

"Pls, can you be a little quieter? Take some tranquilizers or something. If you really can't sleep, just go out for a walk or two. Just don't be late at night..."

John reached out and caught the bra and dress that flew towards him.

"So it was you who hired the medical service last night? Awesome, the skills are so good that I almost suspected that I was dreaming last night... Wait, we did escape back, right?"

Olos did not answer, but turned over.

John threw his clothes back on the bedside and couldn't help but ask.

"You drugged me!?"

"Oh, God... This is necessary preoperative preparation, with some extra biotechnology, no side effects, mainly to let you sleep well and rest... You are too anxious, dear, you can't work like this."

Olos had her back to him.

John felt it carefully and indeed felt more refreshed than usual.

"What do you mean by don't be late tonight?"

"…Vito's retirement party."

"Did you receive an invitation as well?"

John was slightly surprised.

Olos stopped answering and seemed really tired.

John gave up asking questions and did not challenge her morning mood.
He figured it out while he was taking a shower in the bathroom:
Tie Clip is the most famous middleman on the streets of the West End, and has connections with senior executives of companies including Precision Heavy Industries.

Oros swallowed up his connections and status, so of course she would receive an invitation.

John cleaned himself up, dressed, and went out.

Today is the restaurant's official opening day.

He took the elevator downstairs.

Sparks flickered in the private garage—several robotic arms dropped down to perform basic repairs on the damaged alloy RCH, the dense bullet holes and scratches on it recording the dangers of last night's escape.

This is the vehicle maintenance package.

John went to the terminal on the wall to settle the bill.

Parts that need to be replaced for maintenance and cleaning will be charged extra, and an employee will come to your home by appointment with genuine parts.

John drove the Jurassic ZT15 out of the underground garage.

The daytime in Eden City is unbearably hot, the sunlight is pale, and the billboards around the streets have lost their original colors.

There was a lot of noise last night.

There are many gang vehicles roaming the streets of the West Side.

As soon as John left Danny Street, he saw a temporary checkpoint.

The Black Gold Gang's influence in the core control areas is greater than that of the municipal government.

A row of modified urban off-road vehicles were parked at the fork in the road, the viaduct piers were covered with huge spray-painted patterns, and sandbags, fitness equipment, and audio equipment were piled up next to them...

Members of the Black Gold Gang, armed with guns, checked passing vehicles.

John waited in the back with the car window open.

He watched as the muscular black guys fired warning shots, sweared, dragged out Asian people who were passing by normally, beat and interrogated them, and extorted money under the pretext of checking out Japanese people.

Bone slag brings prosperity, wealth, but also breeds chaos.

Toot, toot—

A high-end armored vehicle in the distance honked its horn to attract John's attention.

Gilad stuck his head out of the car window, greeted John from a distance, and waved his gold-plated revolver to signal the gangsters to let him pass.

Jurassic ZT15 was qualified to jump the queue.

It passed through the blockade and came to the other side of the checkpoint.

Gilad slammed the car door, rubbed shoulders with gang members with a serious face, and responded to others' greetings, seeming to be very respected.

He came up to John, took off his sunglasses and smiled.

"Fuck, MAN, I knew it was you as soon as I saw the video. People in the red-light district clubs and bars are talking about it, you know? Just now someone asked me for help to see if I could get an alloy RCH, and I cursed back on the spot, not everyone is qualified to drive such a car, hahahaha, it's fucking cool, Bro, it's a very honorable thing to know you..."

Gilad was leaning against the roof of the armored vehicle, talking in high spirits.

Company soldiers from the Faqi Group are running wild in the city.

The Japanese changed their boss, and every move involved the nerves of gang war. The top leaders of the Black Gold Gang asked Gilliad to take people to guard the border of the area.

"Sorry, bro. I know your store just opened, but I have to patrol the West District later, so I can't go to support you... See you later, bro. If you have takeout service, remember to send me your phone number."

"Maybe, if it hadn't gone bankrupt."

John suddenly thought of Mr. Vito's retirement party tonight.

"Hey, are you going too? Borago Ballroom."

He asked, sticking his head out.

Gilliad, who had already walked out, stopped, his expression became complicated, and he held his waist and sighed deeply.

“…It’s all fucking shit!”

Gilade pulled a Golden Apple cigarette out of his leather jacket and handed it to John. After being rejected, he started smoking it himself.

Vito's sudden departure threw the streets of the West District into chaos.

Shops lost their shelter.

Violence replaces order.

The rules were no longer followed. The bones took over the territory, power, and manpower effortlessly.

Those who originally followed Vito were faced with a choice.

The rebellion was easily quelled.

Or they will be sent to the most dangerous trading sites and become meaningless death figures in the news reports.

Either continue to be loyal to the gang and work hard in the new position!
Gilad belongs to the latter.

And he's doing pretty well.

When John first met Gilad, he was just standing downstairs of the low-rent apartment building on Danny Street watching the scene.

And now...

Gilad has become a veritable gang leader.

He had a large group of followers who came at his command at any time. He was admired by the new street guys with dreams. He became famous and respected, and no longer needed to make reservations to enter high-end places including clubs.

Gilad takes his work very seriously.

But I still keep in touch with old friends and maintain the same tone as before.

Every time he appeared, he was taller and stronger than the last time we met. He was covered with gold ornaments that symbolized his status, and he took out guns from the trunk, all of which were goods displayed in the window of high-end weapons stores.

Including the vehicle he parked on the roadside, it would cost at least a million euros.

These are things that Gilad never had.

He thrived under Guzha, fully demonstrating his abilities and was far from reaching the bottleneck of his career...

just now.

The former boss suddenly came back.

Bone ballast and Vito are clearly two factions.

"...John, what do you think I should choose?"

"I do not know."

John frowned, sympathizing with him.

"But you deserve everything you have now."

"hehe."

Gilade smiled bitterly and shook his head, crushed the cigarette butt with his bare hands and threw it away, then spat on the ground beside him.

"It's totally unfair, man, and it shouldn't be my problem... I shouldn't be the one to explain and choose."

Gilad waved goodbye.

The thick gold rings looked even more radiant against his dark skin.

【Shop-J. Chavez Restaurant】

It is very difficult to operate a physical restaurant in Eden City, as chain brands and vegetarian machines have already divided up most of the market.

John was mentally prepared.

Jurassic ZT15 crossed the regional checkpoint, left the expressway and turned into the intersection where the store was located, only to find that it was extremely busy here.

Chavez is a drive-in restaurant.

There is a circular one-way street behind it, and the window connects to the back kitchen, which is already full of vehicles waiting to pick up their meals.

Most of the vehicles have been modified.

The waiting customers looked strong, like those who hang out on the streets. The arms leaning against the car windows were either covered with tattoos or purely mechanical, and the quality of the muscle bundles was also uneven...

John's first reaction was that someone was looking for trouble.

While he was hesitating, a new vehicle had already caught up behind him, so he had to drive in and queue up.

The passenger flow is beyond imagination.

John followed the cars and observed carefully:

This group of fierce-looking hunks and hotties were actually very well-behaved in queuing up for their meals, paying the bills smoothly, and were even very patient.

Customers who wait too long will chat with other people.

They all hang out in the same circle and know each other. It's like some kind of offline meeting of a gang.

It didn't take long.

John's Jurassic ZT15 was parked in front of the food pickup area.

He ordered a [mixed burger] online.

There was a strong aroma wafting from the restaurant's kitchen.

Through the food pickup window, you can see that the kitchen is like a war zone, and Gary's impatient roar can be heard from time to time.

"Your meal, sir."

A strange Mexican girl leaned out of the food pick-up area.

Wearing a chef's hat, her body was stained with oil, and there were small wounds on her raw meat hands as she handed the wrapped burger into the Jurassic ZT15.

John was sure he didn't know the other person.

He was just about to ask something.

ding ding ding-

The dinner bell rang.

This tells the customers behind that they can drive up.

John gave up asking any more questions and started the car and headed for the parking lot behind the restaurant. This open-air parking lot was in the gap between the alleys and was surrounded by barbed wire. In theory, it was a facility attached to the shop.

After the city’s secondary commercial planning.

This type of parking lot close to consumer places is usually rented to the same person as the shops, who manage and charge the fees.

John used to be in transport.

He knew the ins and outs of this:
Through this policy, the company's shops transferred the right to charge parking fees from the municipal government to themselves.

Only if you have a strong fist can you keep the situation under control.

If it's like the Black Engine in Gnaeus, it's surrounded by unreasonable local bullies who will mess around in your parking lot or even take over the entire place and use it as their own private garage.

John arrived at his parking lot.

There were also all kinds of vehicles parked here. Almost all the customers shuttling among them had a bounty on their hands from the police. They were from all walks of life, and most of them were mercenaries in the city.

John, full of doubts, parked the car and walked towards the restaurant.

The mixed meat burger in his hand exuded a fragrant aroma.

John hadn't had a proper meal recently, so he stuffed the food into his mouth. The meat patty was well seasoned and juicy, and was not on the same level as the fast food sold in street stalls.

But this is not a reason to attract mercenaries.

jingle--

The prompt sound of the glass sliding door was buried by a wave of sound.

The restaurant looked even more crowded.

John almost thought he had strayed into some gang bar:
The restaurant was packed with customers; the tables, chairs and benches were pushed askew; muscular men and passionate girls were barely squeezed into their seats.

They teased each other.

There was no time to clean up the leftovers of drinks and food, which were piled up randomly near the bar. The floor was covered with footprints and dirt...

The air was filled with heat and dirty jokes.

These customers all had weapons on them.

Long guns, short guns and various shiny knives were looming, and some people were so excited that they even showed off their arms to show off their sizzling mantis knives and black gun barrels...

"WTF?"

John's eyes widened and he stopped chewing.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he resisted the urge to pull out his gun and shoot. He really hoped that the scene would quiet down so that he could give him an explanation.

John forced his way to the front of the bar.

Gary came out of the kitchen with a basket full of food, rang the delivery bell, and shouted a number into the messy lobby.

The boastful bald guy next to the bar stood up.

He threw away the playing cards, stood up and blocked half of the light on the wall, and glanced at John as he came over to get something.

"Wow, look, I finally showed up."

The sturdy man greeted John without thinking, gave an ugly smile, picked up the plate and returned to his card game.

John responded with a puzzled look on his face and looked around. Many people greeted him.

wow-

Gerry came out again.

He inserted the order on the skewer and took away the printed slip.

John followed quickly.

(End of this chapter)