My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 214: Recruiting

To Bismarck's surprise, John did not react much upon hearing the news.

The first time he saw the serum at Silver Harbor, it appeared to him in the form of pure data. At first, he thought it was a hacking technique, but he never expected it to be the serum's true form.

"You haven't been a mercenary long enough, you lack common sense, and roaming AI is dangerous for anyone..."

The person who said that was Gino.

The Wanderers Alliance has been taking care of the serum for many years.

That kind of protection was all-encompassing, from daily life to the internet. Suddenly, an absolutely trusted protector turned into a strange nuclear weapon.

The contrast was so stark that it left one feeling disoriented.

"and many more."

John keenly noticed a problem.

"I've seen photos of the serum. Is it possible for a roving AI to operate on a human body?"

"..."

This is a rather creepy question.

Neither Bismarck nor Gino answered.

"After you finish this job, remember to ask about the serum."

That was the end of it.

Everyone in the room fell into their own thoughts.

Until the sisal rope slowly woke up.

"You idiot, I knew you'd mess this up!"

Gino started swearing.

"...Sorry, I thought... Oh well, never mind."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Sisal Rope slunk off the hospital bed and followed Bismarck to his office.

Various unexpected events dampened everyone's enthusiasm.

They just wanted to get the [project key] that the serum needed as soon as possible, then leave the source equation and return to their familiar territory.

Bismarck's office was located in the upper part of the domed building.

Through the curved floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the night view of the wilderness, see the photovoltaic power plants that connect to form a sea, and the array of signal towers.

The outline of Eden City is located in the deepest part of the background.

Spectacular yet indifferent.

Bismarck sat in front of the terminal and retrieved information.

The sisal rope swayed wildly everywhere.

Gino leaned against the wall without saying a word.

John turned his gaze away from the floor-to-ceiling window.

Bismarck unplugged the data cable, held up a mobile terminal, and said.

"Someone needs to take the project key with them. That's a hacker's job. You can't handle it. Who among those two will do it?"

[Task progress update]

[Let Gino download the project key. (Optional)]

[Download the project key using the sisal rope. (Optional)]

A prompt appeared in front of John.

Every time he finished a task and looked back, he always had a similar feeling—if he had made different choices at the time, things might have gone in a different direction, and the outcome would have been slightly different.

"Gino, can you do it?"

John chose to trust his own people.

It's normal for the sisal rope to be disliked after causing trouble.

So Gino sat in Bismarck's seat, connected the data cable, and started operating it on his own without any instructions.

"You're really fast. You're more capable than many of my employees."

Don't compare me to those idiots.

"haha okay."

Bismarck crossed his arms, his pupils glowing slightly, as if he were scanning Gino's identity.

Gino gritted his teeth, turned around, and raised his middle finger.

She was focused on operating the terminal and couldn't respond.

"You graduated from a public university with a degree in network engineering? Why don't you go work for a company?"

Bismarck was still asking questions.

He seemed not to see Gino’s clenched fist or the pistol that was half-exposed at his waist.

John walked over and stood in front of Gino.

"What about Macao?" Bismarck asked, ignoring the warning.

John stepped forward and grabbed him by the neck, then turned to look at Gino—she stared at him with wide eyes, as if she were about to pull out the data cable, draw her gun, and kill this damned corporate dog in front of her.

"If you kill...me...how...how will you leave?"

Bismarck tore off the disguise of the "perfect hostage".

Ignoring the sharp pain in his throat, he spoke to Gino with his face flushed red.

“I can save… him… you… know that…”

The situation in the room became tense.

"...Forget it, John."

Gino finally spoke.

She stopped what she was doing with a furrowed brow.

"Cough, cough... Damn it!"

Bismarck was thrown to the ground by John, gasped for breath in pain, and continued his speech.

"You've witnessed the power of the Source Formula. Complications caused by slow-release fluid infection are curable. Organ replacement and blood cleansing are just a matter of a word for us!"

"What's the price?"

Gino did not turn around.

"Ha, it's part of the employee benefits. Join my project team, get a full quarterly bonus and insurance package. As soon as you join, Macao's treatment can be arranged within two hours!"

"..."

Gino remained silent, his brow furrowed, and continued working on the project key.

"Almost done!"

John stopped Bismarck from getting closer.

He wasn't sure what Gino was thinking, and he also wanted to leave the Source Equation safely, otherwise he would have already ripped Bismarck's tongue out—the project key was already in his hands, and the Serum hadn't said it would spare his life.

"Ha. You've had it too easy, John. You've never experienced hardship, have you?"

Bismarck gave John a cold laugh.

"Do you know how high shop rents and public university fees are? Do you know how suffocating commercial loan interest rates are? Street hackers make the most of cheap equipment—is it pride or bitterness? Do you, a mercenary driving an Isenberg supercar, know that?"

He stared at John, but every word he said seemed to pierce Gino’s heart.

"Don't be fooled by street urchins and third-rate hackers who call themselves corporate dogs. If a company actually offers them a job, you'll see how many people are fighting tooth and nail for it. This is a genuine opportunity to transcend social class and change your destiny!"

John turned to look at Gino, who was silent, and then looked up at Jianma Rope, who was standing against the wall with his arms crossed.

The latter subconsciously avoided eye contact, seemingly tacitly agreeing with this viewpoint.

Bismarck sneered and reached out to push John.

of course.

He didn't push it forward.

Bismarck pursed his lips, looking quite shameless.

"Why should idiots ride in airships, live in luxury apartments, enjoy medical benefits, and use the most advanced equipment yet be completely incompetent? Do you know that the Cybersecurity Department was equipped with Argos XS deep-sea suits last quarter, while what equipment are you using now?"

"..."

Gino remained silent for a long time, then whispered something to John.

"Take this idiot out of here, don't let him bother me."

"Fine, I've seen what you're capable of, Gino. Think it through, and know how to contact me..."

Before Bismarck could finish speaking, John dragged him away.

As they passed the sisal rope, Gino's voice came from behind them.

"Take the other idiot with you too!"

"...Fuck."

The sisal rope protested in a low voice, moved its buttocks off the wall, and followed behind the two men.

So the three men stood in the corridor, lost in thought.

John and Bismarck didn't care.

This project manager seems to be able to adapt to any environment and get along with people from any social class.

He pulled out a Golden Apple e-cigarette from his suit, glanced at the mercenaries and hackers beside him, and then pulled out a pack of traditional cigarettes from another pocket.

Both of them refused.

Bismarck started smoking by himself.

Sisal rope, the ultimate socially awkward person, can't sit still and has nowhere to go, so after dawdling for a long time, he forcibly starts a conversation.

"Did you make the 2073 Summer Catgirl Outfit?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)