My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 208: Martyr GTX
【Mission target update:】

[Arrived at the Source Formula Research Center. (Not reached)]

Bismarck sat in the co-pilot seat of Silver Knight 577, and the smell on his body was hard to describe - healing potions, the fishy smell of blood, and the unique biological perfume of the company's elite.

Gino and Sisal Rope sat in the back row, silent.

The three of them looked out the window in silence and unison.

"Do you really believe that it was gang members who did it?"

Bismarck asked casually, as if not expecting an answer.

It was indeed quiet inside the car.

Gino and Sisal Rope both looked toward the horizon with heavy hearts—the hovercraft was hovering in the smoke, and searchlights and sirens were piercing the flames.

The city of Eden was burning in flames.

The Silver Knight supercar crossed the wasteland road, gradually leaving the chaos behind.

A strange ticking sound was heard inside the car.

John glanced in the rearview mirror.

In fact, he doesn't need to rely on mirror reflection to observe the back row.

Yinqi's intelligent system is connected to the artificial eye, and the driver can observe the expressions of the passengers and even the situation around the car through the camera.

John was looking for the source of the ticking noise.

Sisal Rope's eyebrows jumped, his expression was very easy to understand, and he subconsciously looked at Gino.

Gino frowned, glanced at Bismarck, and quickly met John's gaze in the front row, as if he was confirming something...

obviously.

Everyone in the car received another transfer.

But there was no place for John.

Bismarck saw his doubts.

"You don't need it anymore."

He moved his eyes and glanced at John's arm - a green countdown appeared under the artificial leather skin.

"This is a martyr, right? You're almost dead."

Bismarck changed his sitting position to a more comfortable one, as if enjoying the luxurious leather of the Silver Knight.

"Top-of-the-line luxury cars, custom-made prosthetics. You should be doing well among the mercenaries, which means you are not short of money, at least not as poor as a street kid. So the serum must have bribed you with other things, such as a way to stay alive..."

There was a hint of certainty in his tone, as if the mercenary would speak out himself.

John knew what was going on in Bismarck's mind.

This guy said he didn't care about life and death, but in fact he was trying his best to increase his chances of survival from beginning to end.

He hoped that John would speak up about his predicament and hedge his bets with the company executive.

But John also has a natural aversion to corporate dogs.

He was more curious about what was in his arm than the invisible hope.

"Do you recognize this thing?"

"……you do not know?"

Bismarck raised an eyebrow.

"Martyr GTX, this is truly a rare product. Did you get it from the serum?"

"A friend from an underground clinic helped me get it. The price he charged was not low."

"That sounds like the bragging words of a street mercenary."

Bismarck shook his head.

"It's a bit of a waste of a good thing. This is a true life-extending technology."

Martyr GTX was invented by Gaia Cell.

The favor of capital will not deceive people.

They once created a biological prosthesis that could sustain the life of the installer even in the event of physical and mental collapse.

Bismarck spoke with restraint.

However, his words still revealed praise for other companies' products.

John noticed the key.

"once?"

"Yeah, the designers went to hell with the technology."

After the Gaia cell committed martyrdom, a scenario simulation was conducted to test the upper limit of the product.

They selected a test target and carefully designed a trap so that the other party would implant the Martyr GTX if they met the requirements.

Gaia Cell has a beautiful idea:
Let the testers give it their all first, then collect the data of the entire process.

"You know what, John."

Bismarck had a faint smile on his face.

"The test subject they chose at the time was also a mercenary, but he was not a lone wolf on the streets, but a team leader with some fame."

"and then?"

"Screwed up."

The test target completed an extremely difficult task.

It is said that more than half of the entire mercenary team died.

The support they expected did not appear, but instead they received company soldiers who came to recover the data and silence the witnesses.

Then, the test subject went out of control in the lab.

The man's military prosthesis was double overclocked with the help of the Martyr GTX, and it tore the company soldiers who came to kill and silence him into pieces.

"Do you know the underground mall in the East District?"

Bismarck asked.

Many images emerged in John's mind:

Dr. Ryan's clinic, Raphael, a middleman who uses other people's bodies to negotiate business, mercenaries roaming around, and a commercial center hidden underground in the city...

"There's a huge pit there, it collapsed in the open air, do you have any impression?"

Bismarck paused for a moment, waiting for the audience to think of the exact coordinates, then nodded and spoke.

“That’s where the Gaia cell laboratory was.”

The whole building collapsed in.

Regarding the experimental data of the project, the company's senior executives, developers, and many advanced prosthetics including the Martyr GTX...

All were lost in the explosion and flames.

"That test was perfect, but the limits of the Martyr GTX exceeded everyone's expectations and exposed the fatal flaws of the product."

Bismarck's tone was sympathetic.

This thing is not a life extender, but a countdown to death.

The test subject's body suffered irreversible collapse during the experiment, and memory backup also failed. When the body was cut open, the brain matter flowed out like boiled paste.

The martyr GTX that has already been produced has also been divided up by the survivors of that year and occasionally appears on the market.

John held the steering wheel and listened quietly.

Ryan Randall should be one of the survivors.

His underground clinic hides advanced prosthetics. He is a prosthetic doctor, but he has an ECPD mercenary bounty account and has a close relationship with the most mysterious middleman in the East District...

It turns out there is a real story behind the complaints that this old drunkard started when he was drunk.

"How about a deal? Give me a call before the countdown on this thing reaches zero, give me the thing you cut out, and you can name your reward."

“Didn’t you say this product was a failure?”

“But the principle is very interesting and worth reviewing.”

Bismarck gave a meaningful smile.

Before John could answer, Gino, who was sitting behind Bismarck, raised his leg and kicked him.

“Don’t make any deals with the company.”

Gino's expression was icy.

"What the company makes is like egg white paste. As soon as they come up with an idea, they start advertising and creating gimmicks, so that fools spend money to buy semi-finished products. The designers take the money and continue to clean up their messes. By the time the work is done, the company has already eaten up the money for several generations of product updates..."

"You understand business processes very well."

Bismarck saw no problem with that.

boom.

Another kick.

Gino slumped back in his seat, raised his legs, and from the side it looked like he was stepping on Bismarck's head.

The company executive remained calm, as if waiting for a new round of accusations.

"Whose responsibility is it if something goes wrong? The company will sweep the victim away like garbage and slap their butts to clear the relationship!"

“Do you have any cases around you?”

Bismarck was emotionally stable, just like the patient and reliable psychologist in the news.

Click.

Gino put the gun to Bismarck's head.

She had picked it up while searching the wreckage of the plane crash.

"Put the gun down first."

John sighed.

He could tell that Gino's hatred for the company was genuine.

Considering that she graduated from a public university but did not join any company, she must have experienced something.

"Now is not the time."

John waved his hand to turn off the projection navigation, switched gears, and drove steadily onto the wilderness road.

"We're almost there."

The dark night seemed to be brewing some changes.

The sand dunes and rectangular wind turbines on the horizon gradually became clear.

Just wait a dozen more minutes...

The protective color of night will disappear, and the whole world will become unstoppably brighter.

Everyone in the car saw it.

In a vast wasteland filled with trace amounts of radiation, there is an eggshell-shaped research facility.

【Eden City-Source Formula Research Center】

The company logos of Plato and Gaia Cell are suspended above the glass dome.

Like a beacon in the sea of ​​sand.

(End of this chapter)