My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 204: Climbing High

The intersection of Sakura Cross Street.

Directly in front of us is the famous Festival Avenue, which is also the widest and straightest commercial street.

During major events or festivals of the Fukushima Group, the entire street is filled with holographic projections and giant float parades.

The Festival Avenue is also the dividing line of wealth.

The urban capital with a connection to the Japanese constitutes the towering buildings in the background picture. Every time you look up, you can only see the flashing red ceiling lights and huge commercial advertisements. The cold steel luster oppresses the criss-crossing buildings below.

Below the towering buildings are a large number of three-dimensional factories and chemical industrial parks emitting white smoke.

Business and production are close to each other, and the cluster is obvious.

A similar layout is laid all the way to the edge of the river beach, seamlessly connecting the dock and the ring road, completing the commercial closed loop from production to export sales.

"Bismarck's coordinates are nearby."

Sisal rope real-time reporting.

John didn't expect that he would appear at Sakura Crossing.

As Plato's technical director.

European companies generally have a bad relationship with Fuki, so there is no reason for him to linger in the sphere of influence of the Orientals.

"Maybe they just come here for fun. The clubs of the Owl Town Gang are more varied, and the hallucinogenic drugs and playing methods are more perverted. Ha, don't those corporate scum like this?"

Gino killed the topic with one sentence.

She glanced at John and the sisal rope with a slightly sarcastic and contemptuous look.

【Sakura Cross Street-Fuwuting Construction Site B4】

John and the other two left the supercar and stood at the edge of the building waiting for the tracking signal to stabilize.

buzzing.

Silver Knight 577 roared away.

A prompt popped up in the center of the device at the edge of John's vision.

[Vehicle cruising and parking, target parking lot number [Skyline B14-7UC2215], package service detection is normal...]

Skyline is a joint venture company directly managed by Eden City Council and manages car park leasing and commercial tendering related businesses.

They have set up smart berths in every corner of the city, the security facilities are very strong, and full accident insurance is provided when you activate the package.

The vehicle can automatically find nearby docking points and can be summoned remotely when needed.

John and the two hackers walked deeper into the building.

The pungent sour smell and dust unique to the construction site hit me in the face.

There was the roar of construction equipment overhead.

Underfoot were pale searchlights, temporary cables running in all directions, and even deep tunnels filled with water.

"Bismarck is here?"

"Of course not. The sisal rope has already bitten his coordinates. Now we need to find the nearest airspace signal transfer station, hack into the municipal network to modify the information, and lead his hovercraft to a more suitable position for action."

Gino explained to John.

John nodded and followed the two hackers.

They all have advanced prosthetic eyes with built-in night vision mode, so there is no need to use portable fluorescent sticks. They just grope their way through the graffiti-covered concrete stairs in the dark and move forward along the wet sunken corridor.

The sound of advertisements from Sakura Cross Street penetrated the floor above.

All kinds of noise are isolated outside, with only the sound of dripping water and the roar of machinery echoing. Claustrophobia will immediately set in here.

Soon.

Their way was blocked by an electronic gate.

Gino turned off the power without even letting the two of them see what tool she was holding.

She tilted her head to indicate that there was also a physical lock.

John didn't take the gun, so Ygdrash used his strength and tore the lock tongue off with his bare hands.

"We have to get there."

Gino lifted the tarpaulin, almost straightened his neck, looked at the vertical edge of the concrete building and gestured.

This three-dimensional factory was expanded on the original building.

The signal relay station is at the highest point.

John and his team had to go through the construction site, the rough building where materials were stored, the high-altitude stairs that had not yet been connected, and avoid the electronic detectors deployed by the municipal government...

[Mission target update]

[Go to the signal transfer station. (Not achieved)]

[Do not trigger the alarm. (Optional)]

"The Eden City LAN also has transfer equipment. Similar receiving stations are scattered everywhere, but only professionals know that the hovercraft's stop information and control instructions also jump from here."

Sisal rope explained to John layman.

Similar public facilities are protected by the city council, and unprovoked damage and illegal intrusion will be pursued by the ECPD, and in serious cases even the special operations team will be alerted.

"We need to get this thing in there."

The sisal rope tied the mobile terminal in his hand and put it into the backpack with a magnetic buckle.

"I thought you could handle everything on the Internet."

John said casually.

Gino shook his head.

"Hackers also need to prepare in advance, just like cheaters in casinos need props to cooperate."

"Puppet configuration, program compilation, access warehouse upgrade, hacking process selection... It's very troublesome. The legendary figures also made preparations in places you can't see."

When the bar mercenaries brag, everything can be solved in the blink of an eye.

John has experienced several life-and-death tests and has come to understand that the actual situations in those easy-to-understand stories are often much more complicated.

of course.

There is a difference between legends and ordinary people.

A notorious lone wolf can fight a drunk gang with a fruit knife, while some street rookies, even if they pick up military-grade weapons from a corpse, will have their arms broken by the recoil and become a laughing stock.

Just because this mission is difficult doesn't mean that Sisal Rope and Gino are noobs.

Modifying airspace information is something that can be boasted about for a lifetime in the hacker circle, because the security level of the dynamic code and firewall of the public airspace is the highest in Eden City.

Being able to modify the route of the hovercraft means you can create a terrorist attack that affects the entire city.

"I haven't seen many hackers crawling around the city."

"Because this work has been subcontracted to mercenaries."

Gino grabbed the backpack and stuffed it into John's hands.

Each profession has its own responsibilities.

"alright."

John looked up along the dripping wall and saw a brightly lit construction site above his head.

This is the architectural difference of Sakura Cross Street.

They had clearly come from the street, but now they seemed to be in a basement.

The fence is covered with the logo of the Faqi Group.

There is also a water mist device around the equipment to block dust.

Electric drills and lifting equipment were operating as usual, and the unknown large equipment was roaring like a heart.

This building was expanded and interspersed within the original building. Even though it is towering into the sky, it is not prosperous and shocking enough, and only conveys depression and decadence.

John looked away.

Breathing in the sour air and the cold wind with dust blowing across my skin, I felt like I was turning into cement.

“I haven’t tried this kind of work.”

John frowned and planned the climbing route in his mind.

Sisal Rope seemed to have thought of something and took out a chip from the bag where the portable chips were stored.

"Lend it to you."

[Chip: Street Kid (Unknown Information)]

This is street stuff.

John didn't hesitate and inserted it directly into the reading slot. He left it there for a few seconds while the black light scanned the data, then pulled out the damaged hardware.

Sisal Rope's eyes widened as he watched the chip turn into a smoking, curled-up piece of waste in a matter of seconds.

He wanted to say something, but then frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Sorry, man, I only have this one piece. If you break it, you'll have to figure out a way to fix it yourself."

He still relies on the common sense of using the card.

John ignored it and looked up again:
The building in front of him instantly became clear, and he zoomed in and out of it, planning several routes that could be completed using parkour moves. Yggdrasil's combat program began to run.

Newly added action skills are also included in the calculation range.

John took a deep breath, feeling his internal organs gradually heating up, and confirmed that the black light had no effect on his condition.

He moved silently into the night.

Very fast.

The floodlights on the ground floor of the building didn't even pick up his shadow.

The construction site was full of people.

The guide wearing a reflective vest was still directing the materials to come in, while the employees who were taking a break from their busy schedule were hiding in the corner smoking.

They discuss unattainable vacations, weekly bank statements, and the latest news on shady income.

[Prosthetic limb: The Silent One [Faqi Industrial]]

[Part: Foot]

[Function: Strengthened arches and experimental six-level shock absorption, which greatly reduces the noise caused by movement after activation. 】

John was moving among the piles of cargo.

The concrete floor, the loose steel, the discarded wooden planks, and even the scattered pieces of glass did not betray his footsteps.

John moved all the way and reached deep inside.

He waited until a fully loaded forklift blocked his critical vision, then he grabbed the crossbar with his hands, lifted his body directly over the obstacle, and followed the forklift forward.

The chip brought by the sisal rope records a large number of parkour and rock climbing moves.

It has no production number and is a street product, which often results in data confusion and prosthetic conflicts.

But John didn't have to think about that.

Black light is like a crusher and reassembler.

It can flush data and compile and reorganize it according to some special rules.

But the Black Light itself does not have combat calculation functions.

The operating principle of the chip is to use stored actions to command the movements of the limbs.

Convenient but dull.

If you want to make your movements more flexible, you need a [computing center], which is often called a [combat algorithm] in the mercenary field.

Some algorithms are a separate piece of hardware.

For example, the core module of [Chuan] and the brain or heart of the security robot.

Some algorithms are installed in prostheses.

For example, the Sianwestan-Ygdrashu built-in combat unit installed by John.

It is like a super processor that uses actions based on actual conditions and can also fuse the contents of multiple chips to create unexpected combinations.

So John now looks like a stealth veteran.

He groped his way into the busy construction site and climbed up silently until the sounds around him became quieter and no cables or light sources could be seen along the way.

[Internal communication request/default]

【Gino: Well done, your movements are gentle enough, you have passed through the area with the most people. 】

[Sisal Rope: I've got the surveillance, you can be a little more arrogant, I'm protecting you, oh, be careful of those patrolling supervisors. ]

A puff of smoke filled the corridor.

The cone-shaped beam of light cut through the shadows in the corridor.

Two supervisors in riot uniforms came over and inspected the bare concrete pillars and unsealed corridors.

The noise of downtown advertising seemed distant.

The neon lights filled the air, illuminating the reflective strips on their bodies into a gradient silver-gray color.

The coffee-scented smoke spread once again.

"You're still using this thing? If the smoke detector goes off again, your performance this month will be ruined."

"Oh, do you think they really care about construction regulations? They are just smuggling chemical contraband in the name of raw materials because they are afraid that we will explode the bomb in the warehouse."

"you know too?"

"What did you think? Shark Coin, did you think that if you just tore up the purchase order, no one would know about it?"

The speaker took another deep puff, trying to blow the smoke further away.

"I haven't slept in nearly forty fucking hours. I can only make it through tonight before this thing in my hand gets old."

"Go get an electric prod and hold it in your mouth. It'll be more powerful."

"Keep your mouth shut. The news said they were expanding jobs and providing employment opportunities. But damn, where are the people they recruited? Why haven't I seen any of them?"

"We didn't reach an agreement. There is a conflict between the gang and the company."

"You are all Japanese. You have been treated like dogs for so many years. Do you still want to bite back?"

"Keep your voice down. I don't want to see your body stuffed in a dumpster while I'm peeing in the alley."

……

The sound of their conversation gradually faded away.

One of them touched his neck and looked back.

My companion urged.

He withdrew his gaze, and disappeared around the corner of the concrete building along with the portable light source and his elongated shadow.

John dropped his hands from the ceiling.

He stepped on crates marked with building material specifications, and the gradual shock absorption from shins to ankles absorbed the sound.

[Sisal Rope: I thought you would... um, there is really no need to kill anyone. ]

John didn't answer.

He climbed up to the edge of the guardrail and watched.

The giant logo of the Fuki Group envelops the entire building like a cold curtain covering the sky.

There is a bright area in the cracks between reinforced concrete.

That is the signal relay station.

"Well, I have to fly."

John retracted the magnetic buckle to its tightest and tapped the work jacket to adjust it to extreme sports mode - the accessory buckle would automatically retract and the cooling patch would be locked, trying not to affect the violent movements of the limbs.

He took a running start and jumped in the corridor, crossed the bottomless gap, and landed with a small roll to relieve the force.

This set of movements makes quite a bit of noise.

Those patrollers will likely return to check.

The area in front of John was a dead end.

He took another run-up, leaped left and right along two pillars that were close to each other, climbed to the highest point, and hung on the edge of the platform in a thrilling manner.

The wind in the sky was a little noisy.

John used his hands to push himself up in a pull-up position, preparing to look for the next platform.

There was a sudden exclamation in the channel.

[Gino: Hide quickly, you've alerted the voice control detector. Damn, the gadgets installed by the municipal government are quite hidden...]

John didn't hear the second half of the sentence.

He let go the moment he heard the alarm.

Almost at the same time.

A silent, low-flying drone hovered just above the platform.

Two high-definition cameras were clustered together, and the full-angle radar was turned on. The red data grid slowly swept across the cement table.

The drone is all black with a carbon fiber texture.

Directly below it hangs a smart machine gun, not a non-lethal stun gun, but a real thing with penetration and high-rate-of-fire mods.

hum-

The black lump didn't hit any living creature and disappeared into the air with a whistling sound.

The field of view slowly lowered.

John was hiding under the countertop, relying entirely on his prosthetic limbs to hold onto the vertical steel bars that protruded from the concrete.

He took a deep breath and lowered his head.

The empty elevator shaft was dark, and it was estimated to be over a hundred meters from the ground. There was no place to climb or stand around.

“It’s really terrible.”

John climbed onto the table and was blown by the cold wind. He found that there was a dense layer of sweat around his neck.

(End of this chapter)