My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 188: Vacuum Tube and Base Constitution

John's vision was filled with red data streams and flickering mosaics.

even so……

He could even see Vito pulling out his gun.

The two refined krypton combat robots equipped with advanced combat algorithms, highly sensitive reflex units, and full-body prostheses did not respond at all.

They even freed John from his pinned position.

Mr. Vito withdrew his gaze from the corpse, his eyes became kind, and he even helped John up with his hand.

John's mind was a little confused, and he looked at the dead body lying on the seat with its eyes open.

"Who is this guy?"

"A company dog, um... a very high-level company dog, a member of the board of directors of Jingke Heavy Industry. Well, it's probably hard for you to understand... Anyway, he is one of the most powerful people in Eden City."

Vito turned the silenced pistol over and inspected it in a very professional posture, revealing his long-hidden military career.

He handed it back to John with the handle facing upward.

"The guns of the Fuki Group are, well, very good. We can announce to the public that he was assassinated by the Japanese."

"Only a fool would believe that."

"hehe."

Mr. Vito, who was adjusting his vest, smiled.

"The death of every big shot is both complicated and simple. Those who care about his life or death only want to divide up the power and benefits."

Vito seemed to be speaking to everyone else in the room.

He looked coldly at the two security machines:
They stood there silently with guns in hand.

The red breathing light flashing under the bulletproof mask easily reminds people of a real-time camera. At the other end of the invisible data stream, there seems to be a calm and silent beast.

John frowned and asked subconsciously.

"Fuck, I'm a mercenary, and I was at the scene of the accident. It won't be blamed on me in the end, right?"

"Don't worry, kid. The company only pursues profits. There is no value in finding a scapegoat to kill. The middle and lower reaches of the profiteers have no choice. The lives of ordinary people are in a mess. Who cares who you and he are?"

Vito stepped forward, pulled out the corpse's tie and put it on his hand.

John couldn't help but ask as he watched him examine the body.

"How could such a successful corporate dog die like this?"

Vito curled his lips, his tone very disdainful.

"He didn't expect to die, John. The big guys have been hiding behind the scenes for too long, and it's easy for them to forget... The most primitive means of resistance may not be wise, but they are always fierce."

Mr. Vito took two steps back contentedly.

He waved his hand gently, and the heavy gold ring gleamed on the prosthesis.

The two security robots received the order and left the room silently.

"Now we can talk, time is limited..."

Vito raised his hand and rolled up his shirt, revealing a striking scar on his arm and an expensive mechanical watch in black and gold.

Traditional clocks are no longer popular in the cyber age.

But he likes this kind of old thing very much.

"The body collector will be here in ten minutes. You have to hurry up and ask. Also, someone heard what you just said. Be careful that the top management of Jinggong really uses you as a scapegoat. This will become very embarrassing."

"Fuck it, Vito!"

John gritted his teeth and raised his middle finger.

"You fucking planned it all out. You gave me extra compensation just to earn my favor so that I can unblock your daughter!"

He completely lost respect for the Godfather of the Black Gold Gang in front of him.

“…I shouldn’t have given the gun back to you.”

Vito was in a good mood and just pouted his lips without caring about it.

He regained his dignity as the gang leader, as if he was still standing in the office, ready to pick up a cut cigar and take a sip of expensive whiskey in the next second.

"If you still want to ask, be respectful, kid."

"When did you start targeting me!?"

"Gino."

Vito replied calmly.

John does have some abilities. He's not particularly smart, but he's clever enough to stand out among the newcomers on the street.

There was no conspiracy behind Vito's decision to ask him to rescue Gino.

It was purely an investment in a mercenary, to try out his skills and give the young man a chance to stand out and get in touch with the gang.

There was a follow-up to this incident, but John didn't know about it.

Macao picked up Gino from Ryan's clinic.

He was very grateful to John for rescuing his sister, and said many good things to Mr. Vito, emphasizing that this mission was very difficult and hoped to win a future and material rewards for the mercenaries.

But Vito noticed one thing keenly.

Gino was sold to the zombies, and his prosthetic device was severely infected. It was impossible for him to return to the West District alive.

He had doubted Ryan's clinic.

Afterwards, some "patients" were arranged to undergo testing.

The alcoholic doctor did have some skills, but when faced with a case of advanced electronic pollution, he had no means beyond Vito's imagination.

The problem can only be John.

Vito did not reveal his needs, nor did he contact John secretly. After all, Jingke Heavy Industries was keeping a close eye on him at the time.

If they realize that the blocking process can be broken...

It is likely that Angelica will be moved to a place where Vito cannot reach her.

He paused here and looked at Angelica.

"I know what you want to ask. Don't be embarrassed. Ariani doesn't know these things. The relationship between you two is quite pure."

"It sounds like your father-daughter relationship isn't very harmonious."

"She hasn't spoken to me for a long time. It's not that she hasn't had the chance, but she's been stared at so closely by Jingke that she's lost the desire to communicate."

Vito said this with a calm expression.

"..."

John couldn't help but examine his impression of Angelica.

She would work as a waitress in her own bar, listen to the customers' stories, be curious about the details of the mercenary missions, try to cook food, collect various modified cars in the basement, and invest huge sums of money to watch the scenery chips...

John frowned and shook his head.

He tried to change the subject and asked Vito about his next plans.

"You don't look like you're ready to retire."

"I guess so. I also have something I want to fight for..."

The Black Gold Gang rose to prominence during the Eden City Independence War.

Jingke Heavy Industry needs someone to quell the disputes on the streets, end the gangs fighting each other and the rising trend, and keep the West District developing smoothly.

This is how Vito Russell came to be the boss.

Times have changed now.

The situation in Eden City changed the company's plan.

Under pressure from the Japanese, Seiko Heavy Industries began to support Guzha, hoping that he would take over as the decision-maker and start and end the second gang war.

"Seikk Heavy Industries wants to turn the Black Gold Gang into the second Owl Town, making the gang a subsidiary of the company. All members are tools outside the organization, a group of cheap labor that can reproduce and be replaced at will."

Vito glanced at the "chuan" piled in the corner.

"I don't want to give the gang to those bastards."

"What weapons did you buy?"

"Why, John, are you going to be a civic enthusiast and stop me?"

Vito turned his head to look at John, his temples slightly gray and a smile on his lips.

"Ah."

John sneered in response.

"I don't give a fuck. I don't care if you blow up the city. I'm looking for the guys who sold you the stuff!"

Vito showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Oh~ you wanted to ask that... but unfortunately, the seller is not easy to deal with."

Powerful people knew that weapons were being smuggled into Eden City.

But no one could find where the goods were hidden.

"Nonsense, there must be a channel for you and Lao Du of the Rift Party to communicate and trade!"

John's temper became irritable.

Vito shook his head.

"Every buyer is selected by them in advance." After Vito was sidelined by the elite, he encountered several secret assassinations and could only disappear on the streets looking for opportunities to resist.

This was the period when Gilad could not contact him.

"No one had heard from me, but one day, I woke up in my bed in the safe house and there were these guys sitting next to me, smoking my cigar and offering me a glass of wine."

John could sense the lingering fear on Mr. Vito's face.

"You know what? John, it was a very safe house, the alarm was working properly, and I could even hear the bodyguards' footsteps on the floor through the wall, but they appeared in my face like ghosts."

"who are they?"

"No one can find out. There are only a few fixed people who contact me, and there is a bigger gang behind them."

"How do we find them?"

"If you're eager to die, you might as well shoot them in the head. They are all tough guys. I can see that the resources and prosthetic configurations behind the scenes are not something a lone wolf mercenary like you can mess with..."

Vito didn't finish his words because he saw determination in John's eyes.

"Hey."

He knows too well about reckless young people.

"Well, I don't know much."

His dark golden artificial eye flashed twice, and his ring-wearing hand waved gently, and an investigation document was delivered to John's mailbox.

There is some information about missing persons in it.

John flipped through the pages quickly and immediately recognized the mercenary who had knocked him unconscious in the Tiebang Logistics incident.

[Name: Chris E. Randall]

The middle-aged man in the photo has short hair, thick eyebrows, cold eyes, and facial features that seem to have a bit of Middle Eastern ancestry.

During Vito's transaction with the seller, he was responsible for on-site safety.

Chris spent the first half of his life in the military, serving in the armies of both the old and new governments of the United States.

He had an extremely high completion rate for special operations missions, was promoted to lieutenant colonel, and even had a secret record of being briefly sent to Washington.

Data is current as of January 2069.

The new United States launched the "Unification War" at that time, and internal information of the Special Intelligence Agency showed that Lieutenant Colonel Chris was "dead"!
But it is obvious that he is still alive and his prosthetics are more advanced.

"It's not just Chris. All of 'them', at least the ones I've seen and been able to find out, are probably missing or dead."

“The question is who is his allegiance to now?”

"Vacuum tube."

Vito uttered a short phrase.

He also used all his resources to the best of his ability, but gained little, mostly vague events and speculations without evidence.

This investigation report may also have been released deliberately.

By tracing back the missing information, we can find some action records, but there are no clear casualties and no clear vested interests.

But there seems to be some pattern to putting things together.

The very few eyewitnesses who survived had limited contact with the core and could only give a nickname to the suspected organization in a semi-guessing tone.

Vacuum Tube

A common electronic physics product, the interior of which is vacuumed to facilitate the flow of free electrons and thus effectively reduce the oxidation loss of the filament.

"What kind of stupid fucking name is that!?"

"That email is all I know, kid, you can't expect me to give you an exact address or phone number that will allow you to contact VT directly.

Vito smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"The powerful people in Eden City are all doing this. Obviously, my information is far ahead of theirs. But I suspect that VT deliberately let me see it and leak it out."

"Fake!"

boom--

John clenched his fist and dented the alloy tabletop.

"I've spent so much fucking effort not just to find out about an imaginary enemy. I need something more specific. Damn it, this is totally not enough. I don't have time anymore!"

He panted heavily, releasing his inner dissatisfaction.

The artificial leather at the front of my fist was torn, causing a slight stinging pain, and a series of codes and information about damage to the prosthesis popped up in front of my eyes.

If the dying process becomes prolonged, it will gradually drive people crazy.

John took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

When he came to his senses, he remembered something:

When he was being raided by the Internet police, someone cleaned up the traces of black light in the Danny Street apartment, so the state police had no solid evidence and were unable to take him away in front of Eden.

John returned to the scene later and found a vacuum tube in the ruins, which contained a self-destructing information chip.

It says:

[Pasifika, is that you? 】

Pacifica Connor is the real name of the super hacker Serum.

If [Diode] was the person who left the message for John at the Danny Street apartment, it means they know the secret of the black light.

The serum must hold some intelligence.

[Mission target update]

[Contact with Serum. (Not achieved)]

The progress of the main quest has been jumped.

Vito noticed that John's expression hardened.

This young man always becomes exceptionally calm when the situation gets bad enough, as if his emotions have reached a threshold and are forced to be cleared out, switching to a more rational state.

John began to take stock of the situation.

He has asked Gino to help contact Serum and will inquire about it after the chaos at the Borago Club is over.

The most important thing now is to leave the scene.

The dead person in the room was a member of the board of directors of Jingke Heavy Industries.

His biological remains needed to be properly handled, and the binding insurance package and authorization code required a complicated process.

The fall of a great man will cause a chain reaction.

The company can select a replacement member within ten minutes of the incident, and the transfer of power and inheritance of resources are the real battlefield.

But none of it had anything to do with John.

Mr. Vito sighed.

"Trust me, John, stay away from them."

"If I don't find the vacuum tube, I'll die any minute."

John looked Vito straight in the eye.

"The video of your transaction has spread among high society."

What he meant was that vacuum tubes were not as scary as imagined.

There are no impenetrable walls in the city of Eden, and no one can truly hide themselves completely. It is just a matter of time.

Vito chuckled and shook his head.

"That was intentional by Vacuum Tube [VT]. My secret investigation was discovered. The public video was a warning, exposing me to the enemy and forcing me to change my plan to use weapons... It's a pity. No one knew I bought a big thing. It would have been more fun to create a surprise."

John had no interest in delving into the machinations of corporations and gangs.

"What else do you know about Lieutenant Colonel Chris?"

"He has a basic constitution."

"What?"

Vito frowned.

"This is a scientific term. Unfortunately, I am a gang member and cannot explain it to you clearly from an academic perspective. Before I came into contact with vacuum tubes, I even thought that this was just big companies bragging..."

He tried to translate it into common language.

Basal properties are very rare.

In the immeasurable prosthetic surgeries of the cyber age, we often hear that people have been loaded with too many implants, which causes excessive stress and eventually turns them into cyber-psychopaths.

But there is another, rarer case.

Some people have shown extraordinary tolerance and adaptability, and even after receiving advanced prosthetics, there has been no rejection reaction.

Some large companies are collecting similar samples.

Trying to create [basic constitution] through artificial intervention.

Successful transformers can receive prosthetic implants exceeding Alpha level, and can retain their complete biological personality and thinking abilities while retaining less than eight percent of their physical body.

One standard for a perfect base physique is:
Cyberpsychosis is below par unit.

Vito noticed something odd about John's reaction.

"Child, are your hands shaking?"

(End of this chapter)