My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 207: Bismarck

Chapter 207: Bismarck
The neon lights of Eden City dimmed.

The outcome of the dead person lottery has once again become suspenseful.

The emergency team is working overtime again.

John could only suppress his doubts and surprise in his heart - no matter what, the falling objects behind him had nothing to do with him, and the most urgent task was to catch up with the other big thing that fell from the sky.

[Eden City-Wasteland Surface B113]

Silver Knight 577 saw the flames and smoke from a long distance away.

The fallen V9 Doug hovercraft shoveled diagonally into the sand, leaving a trail of charred, burning debris.

The path is wide enough for vehicles.

There were many debris half exposed between the mud and earth and rocks.

The fire is burning.

"Better pray he's not dead."

John looked at the mess and was unsure of the crew's condition.

The Messiah Medusa series of prosthetic eyes all have [Scenario Analysis Mode] - at this moment in his field of vision, the night scene became clearer, and a dark blue grid spread out along the ground.

Various traces are highlighted one by one.

In theory, these functions should be uploaded to the server and then analyzed online.

However, Black Light cut off the connection between all prosthetics and the city's LAN, or in other words, added some [filtering functions].

John can find his device through the city network.

However, every piece of data in the prosthesis will be transmitted back to the company's cloud server through the local area network.

This was told to him by Oros after the experiment.

John followed the blood trail to the side of the hovercraft.

Two accompanying company employees died suddenly in the fall - the protection measures for the co-passenger seat were not as good as those for the main seat sofa. Products after the V5 generation only consider the driving experience of core customers. In order to please and protect their VIPs, they do their best and actively compress the space and configuration for other personnel.

Bismarck lay in a pool of blood.

His high-end suit was soaked in blood, especially his arm, which was hanging on his belly in a bloody mess.

The muscle bundles and data cables were all broken out.

"You look like you just came out of a meat grinder."

John crouched down, placed the warm submachine gun against the other's forehead, and spoke according to the instructions given by Sisal Rope in advance.

“Lift remote protocols and tell Plato’s staff that you are perfectly safe and do not require any on-site assistance.”

John exerted a little force, pushing the gun forward and forcing Bismarck to look up at him.

"No matter who comes, they can only collect your body. The only way to survive is to cooperate honestly. Do you understand?"

Bismarck did not answer John.

There was no fear or panic in his eyes, and there was even a hint of boredom.

"Okay."

Bismarck tilted his head slightly, revealing the data slot, looking very knowledgeable.

Sisal Rope took out the data cable and inserted it into his neck. With the help of the puppet and the proxy equipment, he personally supervised the other party to cancel the rescue service of the emergency team.

That's right.

This expensive insurance and armed rescue service can be cancelled.

The chip in the customer's body is very sensitive.

The rich and powerful have all sorts of strange ways to "relieve stress".

No one wants to be broken into by an armed squad while having fun in a secret club, not to mention that there may be other "social partners" with sensitive identities at the scene.

So there will be a string of special codes and disclaimers.

Sisal Rope turned and nodded at John, but he didn't know what to do next.

[Fund changes, trading account BTX-771354]

John suddenly received a transfer.

The number wasn't enough to make him whistle, but it was also impossible to ignore.

He looked around and saw that Gino and Sisal Rope had also received money.

"Before I die, every ten minutes, I will transfer money to everyone present, and the amount will increase by 5% each time."

"Money for life?"

"It's differentiated management. As long as one of you is short of money, I can live longer, or at least make the atmosphere more gentle."

Bismarck glanced at the pool of blood beneath him.

"The professionals can't come. Do you have anyone who can handle the emergency?"

Sisal rope is helpless.

John shrugged.

Gino looked grim as he turned over the wreckage and found a high-level rescue kit in the ruins.

A high-end set from Gaia Cell.

John has only seen it on the official website. It is extremely expensive, but extremely useful.

It contains combat stimulants, trauma emergency needles, large-area burn spray, hemostatic gel tubes, and various gadgets for fracture and wound suture... Gino is indeed very good at hands-on work.

[Fund changes, trading account BTX-771354]

Everyone present received the second transfer.

Bismarck was briefly rescued and regained some of his mobility.

He took out the Golden Apple e-cigarette from his arms. Judging from his expression, the anesthetic effect was better than the injection.

“You are not professional enough.”

There was no fluctuation in Bismarck's tone.

Before anyone could object, he blew out the smoke and continued.

"The emergency response team's release protocol is coded to deal with similar situations."

If a customer is kidnapped or threatened, simply uploading a specific key in the remote service will trigger more advanced rescue services.

The emergency team will send "external experts" to the scene.

They will quietly obtain information and resolve problems without alerting the client's social connections.

Of course, this was expensive, but Bismarck could afford it.

John's brow furrowed.

Both Sisal Rope and Gino couldn't help but look back at the dim wasteland.

It seemed as if in the next second, company soldiers and super lone wolves would shoot bullets from a kilometer away.

"Don't worry, I will cooperate."

Bismarck pursed his lips. There would always be some residue left in the electronic respirator.

"I'm not afraid of you, but the serum. Almost all the people in charge of the project have died in the past two weeks. Luckily, I'm the last one."

Bismarck was mentally prepared, but he did not give up on survival.

He had realized that the "kidnappers" were all newbies and even began to take the initiative to promote the process.

"We need to build trust first. Let's open a secret transmission channel. I'll pass something to you."

Gino crossed his arms, looking sullen.

Sisal Rope could only undertake the docking work, and used hacking methods to establish a secure channel and obtain the compressed business documents from Bismarck.

"It's full of Plato's project plans."

These business secrets were handled by Bismarck, and if they were leaked, the company's internal review would destroy him.

Sisal Rope deposits the items in the hands of the Wanderer Alliance, which is equivalent to holding Bismarck's life.

"What do you want for the serum?"

"Your dog life."

"Haha, then shoot."

Bismarck sneered and looked at Gino.

Smoke escaped from the corners of his cracked mouth, and the fingers holding the respirator were stained with blood.

"Don't waste time playing scare games. We are already in the same boat."

Serum said it didn't matter whether Bismarck lived or died.

John was in no hurry to waste the bullet.

"Cyber World's project key, is that what it's called?"

"Um!?"

Bismarck had a meaningful expression.

Cyber World is the most popular super-sensory game in Eden City and even in the world.

It can exchange game assets for real currency and practical skill chips, but the contrast is the extremely high game difficulty and internal circulation of big data collection.

John once helped Angelica with her role quests.

Behind this game is the exchange of interests among major multinational corporations and political regimes.

As a European power, Plato naturally had the key to the project, and Bismarck was high enough to get it.

"Then let's go to the source equation, which is in my office."

"What do you mean?"

"...You don't think that such a high-level business key can be carried around with you, do you?"

"how to get to?"

"Did you come here on foot? I did have a hovercraft."

Bismarck waved his hand, indicating that the sisal rope should be used to support him.

[Fund changes, trading account BTX-771354]

While talking.

They received a third transfer.