My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 181: Haruhiko Faki

Kitchen interior.

A humid heat wave mixed with the aroma of meat, oil and industrial seasonings hit me in the face.

"Hey, you can't come in!"

The girl at the delivery window screamed at John to get out.

Gary looked back following her gaze, instantly revealing a look of relief, and raised his hand to comfort the Mexican girl.

"It's okay, Gabriel. He is our boss."

Gabrielle looked suddenly enlightened, nodded, and continued to work.

While squeezing sauce on the burger, she also had to hold the walkie-talkie between her neck to deal with the hungry customers outside who honked their horns.

"Boss, she is Jiafu, a stowaway. She followed this wave of refugees to Eden City in search of opportunities."

Gary had employed Gabrielle when he ran a food stand.

"She is a hard-working child who is familiar with the catering process. She was so busy today that it almost drove Maya and I crazy. Fortunately, Gabriella came to help us."

While Gerry was explaining to John, he was cutting onions quickly.

John waved his hand.

"OK, these are small matters. Where do the customers outside come from?"

"What!?"

Gerry looked puzzled.

“Didn’t you find the customer?”

He asked back in confusion, and even stopped slicing the meat. He looked up and glanced at Maya who was frying the meat, and then they both looked at their boss.

"They're coming for you, all of them, naming you by name."

John was further dazed.

There is absolutely no stopping the work in the kitchen.

"Sorry, Boss, maybe you need to ask yourself, or... you can go to the bar and help serve some drinks and chat with the guests."

Gerry picked up the baking tray and walked around him.

John was placed in a corner by his staff, alone with his arms folded, trying to find some clues from the communication list.

He noticed the unread messages in his mailbox.

John's mailbox often received preferential packages for Borago members. Later, after he spent money at Coffs Granton, he received more spam emails about vehicle maintenance.

He usually pays attention to the sender ID.

But last night, he was completely knocked out by Olaus's biological agent, and he didn't have time to read the information accumulated during that time.

He flipped forward according to the timestamps.

The latest news is Gerry.

[Boss, we are now open for business. Do you want to come? ]

[Damn, there are so many people! ]

[They are all here to see you, boss. Maybe you should come and take a look.]

Gary subsequently sent several messages in succession, and there were also video and voice calls that didn't go through.

It can also be seen from the content that Gary was almost driven crazy by the huge flow of customers.

But he knew that his boss was a mercenary, so he did not continue to harass her and carefully reported Gave's affairs in an email.

John continued to scroll up.

[Contact Person-Ryan Randall [unread message]]

[What a wonderful deathbed performance. You were about to die. Do you remember? You haven't come to the clinic to see me yet, which means you've already died halfway. As expected, mercenaries who owe money don't have a good ending...]

【Raphael said you are still alive. 】

John continued to flip forward.

In addition to the doctor, there are Gino, Macao, Gilad, Gnaeus...

Friends who received the news sent themselves messages to celebrate the opening of the new store.

The only thing missing was Angelica.

John didn't take it seriously.

Going further up, the content of the emails becomes richer.

The manhunt on the viaduct last night shocked the whole city. The underground black market and those who were well-informed knew that it was John who did it.

There are even recruitment emails in the mailbox.

【Unknown contact [unread message]】

[Mr. John, I am the head of the security department of Jingke Heavy Industry. The system has evaluated you as a high-quality talent. Are you willing to become an elite of the company? Of course, the premise is that you are interested in advanced prosthetics and generous salaries. ]

In addition to companies that offer olive branches...

The middlemen in the underground world of Eden City also took the initiative to greet John.

He flipped through the email ID and saw a familiar name.

【Contact-Raphael [unread message]】

[That was a great performance, John. You stole all the limelight.]

[I just got a call from Ethan Berg’s management. Their marketing department wants the high-definition videotape of tonight’s municipal administration, and of course, your mercenary resume…]

The Alloy RCH is the iconic motorcycle of the Ethan Burg company.

Last night, on the viaduct and in the tunnel, John swung the top-of-the-line naginata of the Fuki Group so hard that the taillights couldn't be seen, and he even did a super jump. It was simply a walking advertisement for the product!
The relationship between vehicle manufacturers is poor.

Ethanburg plans to buy off the media, despite pressure from the municipal government and Fukushima, and widely publicize the chase video of Alloy RCH and Naginata, in order to drag down all his peers on the annual motorcycle sales list!

Raphael told John about the company's plans.

[There is no reason for me to refuse this business. Don't worry, you have a share. I have spread the video content and your store address in the mercenary circle of Eden City. Many people will go to support you...]

John finally figured out where the customers came from.

The restaurant was indeed lively with so many mercenaries gathered in it.

It's rare to see so many dangerous people gathered in one restaurant.

They had many reasons to come and support John.

To save Raphael's face.

Interested in fresh food.

I heard that the mercenaries were gathering, so I came to join in the fun.

……

That's it.

The midday rush hour is almost over.

John helped stand behind the bar and serve drinks.

Many of the mercenaries had heard of his name, but not many recognized his face, and there were no fools who cheered him like a tsunami or challenged him in the face.

Occasionally someone would come over and say hello to him.

The car race last night was indeed exciting enough, providing a good topic for bragging at the drinking table and socializing. They gave John the highest praise among men, invited him to the sex doll club, and invited him to work in a team...

He refused them all.

It's not that I look down on anyone, I'm simply too busy.

The restaurant was renovated in a hurry and the budget was very tight, so there is room for optimization and upgrading in many areas.

For example, the TV right above the bar.

Gary bought an old monitor to make up the number. It didn't have a stand, so it was hung from the ceiling.

Wires and signals are pulled from overhead.

Looks pretty decent.

The restaurant's customers didn't care about such trivial matters and would occasionally look up to read the reports about last night's accident.

The content has been improved through several versions.

First there were the on-site footage, the casualties were counted, the media spread some rumors, and then mobilized emotions to attack Fuki Industries...

This has been the news since the gang wars.

But just now...

Representatives of the Faqi Group held a press conference to give a positive response.

He was a Japanese man in a black suit, who looked only thirty years old, but the appearance of the powerful can be very deceptive.

The Faqi Group is a world-class giant enterprise and a veritable behemoth in the security, manufacturing and banking industries.

Haruhiko Fataki is a direct member of this financial empire.

He was wearing a black and gray suit, had square cheekbones, and his eyes, words and actions were extremely oppressive. The stereotyped temperament of a Japanese chaebol appeared on him too early.

Haruhiko Fukada pleaded guilty to all charges.

His tone was not arrogant, nor did he sound guilty.

Last night's accident was attributed to a malfunction of the [Shenyin], and the two people who escaped were mercenaries and corporate spies.

"Bullshit!"

"What a fucking mess."

"Fake Squid!"

……

There was a sudden booing in the restaurant.

This kind of nonsense treats everyone as fools.

Haruhiko Fukada raised his hand to interrupt the reporter's question.

He announced that the [Faki Group] would merge the industries of Eden City and separate its public image from the previous scandal.

The rumors have officially come true.

The reporters and flash cameras at the scene were in an uproar.

The hostile capital and the Eden City Council will obviously not agree easily.

However, Haruhiko Fataki waved his hand and continued to say that he would be responsible for the negative impact caused to his industries, bear all responsibilities and accusations, and rebuild the public facilities damaged in the accident!
He turned the press conference into a business presentation.

[…Everyone, we are full of expectations for Eden City. We will make up for past mistakes and bring our dreams to this city. That’s all!]

Haruhiko Fataki nodded slightly.

He raised his palm to respond to his supporters, then turned and walked away amid flashes of light and questions.

Company soldiers in suits stood behind him.

The news screen switches.

The Faqi Group came to Eden City with huge resources.

[Shenyin] has been exposed and is at the center of public opinion. The municipal government and other forces are aware of its capabilities.

To avoid competitors from targeting it.

Haruhiko Fataki sent it out of Eden City on the pretext of returning it to the factory for repairs.

As long as we leave the border wall, we can send [Shenyin] onto an aircraft carrier or directly airlift it back to Asia.

The Faqi Group demonstrated its huge financial strength and resources.

He announced the reconstruction of the intercity track, the repair of the sections and their ancillary buildings damaged by the out-of-control AI, and even donated a sum of money to be supervised by the parliament.

"It's really amazing. He bribed the parliament in front of the media. He wanted to keep the Oriental seat and ensure that his political asylum would not disappear."

An electronic voice sounded next to the bar.

John turned his gaze from the TV to the person who was speaking.

The mercenary was wearing an exaggerated metal mask, which was even more exaggerated than the one in the cabinet. His hair was loose and covered his ears, as if he was not willing to be seen by others.

There are filter valves hanging on both sides of the cheeks.

The material is transparent.

As he spoke, the clouds and lights inside began to roll and flicker.

John laughed while leaning against the bar.

"This mask is pretty cool, but can you still eat with it on?"

"First, some wine, on the rocks, and of course, with a straw."

John turned and poured a full glass.

The masked man took the cup and inserted the straw into the small hole under the mask, which was very similar to the action of smoking in the cupboard.

"I'm a cleaner, a private trader."

There was no malice in his eyes and his voice was gentle, but he seemed a little unused to communicating with people.

"What does cleaner mean?"

"Collect the body."

His eyebrows curved.

John thought of the mercenary branch that Screwdriver had mentioned.

The masked man is an expert in dealing with murder scenes. He has been in this field for a long time and has a very famous name.

"If you're interested, I can help you do the work."

"Wow, you invited me to collect the bodies with you? How romantic! Those poor guys who can't pick up girls should really listen to your advice."

John got a sudden idea.

The masked man also smiled and shook his head.

"You are very popular in the circle. As a mercenary, it is better to meet you in private than at work..."

The masked man is a very experienced cleaner.

Most of his clients have their own "businesses" and know a lot about how to protect their property and solve problems. Seeing that John is also a layman in restaurants, he gave some suggestions along the way.

"Lone wolf doesn't mean no friends."

(End of this chapter)