My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 224: Death is a Business

"Everyone has their own difficulties, so worry about yourselves first. If you really have no idea, I'll think of a solution for you!"

John patted Gino on the shoulder to bring her back to her senses.

"People die almost every day in the Black Gold Gang's underground boxing ring. How are those bodies disposed of?"

"Ah."

Gino lives in the West End.

Her brother is a boxing gym owner and coach.

“I actually know where those bodies went.”

The biggest money pit in the West District is the [Bolago Club].

This large shopping mall houses underground boxing events of all levels, and related industries have sprung up in the two surrounding blocks.

In this prime location where every inch of land is precious, there is a large funeral home.

It is a legally qualified funeral service company.

The manager is a gang leader, a ruthless person.

The funeral home is owned by the Black Gold Gang.

The importance of having an organization that can legally dispose of corpses to a gang is self-evident.

It can be used to destroy evidence of a body and to hold a funeral for a member.

It is open to the general public on a regular basis, and could even be described as a monopoly – legal body disposal in the West End must go through it.

Extortion is a normal phenomenon.

The cost of disposing of a body hovers between "free" and "your bank balance".

The funeral home's vehicles are registered with both the municipality and the ECPD.

The black market gangs often use corpse transportation to smuggle goods, trade organs, and even all sorts of shady businesses you can imagine, all of which are connected to this "funeral home".

In the cyber age, it is common for citizens to receive prosthetic body transplants.

The corpse has value.

Whether it's a native organ or a technological product, it's worth dissecting, classifying, and carefully utilizing it.

So in Eden...

Death is a legitimate business.

John meant that since gangs control the local death business, it's best to consult a professional.

[Contact Bone Shards. (Optional)]

Contact Mr. Vito. (Optional)

Contact Gilayad. (Optional)

The call eventually went to Gilaard—the most suitable person Gino could think of in the West Side gangs.

[Contact Person - Gilaad [Voice Call]]

The problem was explained in a few words.

Gino stated that he wanted to send the body back to the West End for cremation.

We used to all sit at the same table in Angelica's bar.

From the past to the present, Gino has never been polite to him.

Even now that Gilad is a gang leader, effectively managing a business, with a hundred or so burly men from the Black Gold Gang at his beck and call, he is still a force to be reckoned with.

Do you want me to arrange a car to transport the body to the West End?

"In short, are you in or not?"

No chance.

"...Damn, I knew you couldn't be trusted."

Gino was too lazy to say anything nice.

Gilaard sneered and spoke slowly.

Are you still half asleep? Or did you spend the whole night in cyberspace? Didn't you even catch yesterday's big news?

Last night, the Fuki-class hovercraft crashed at Sakura Cross Street.

You can find live broadcasts of the accident scene by searching any news channel.

Regardless of the truth, the entire city of Eden now knows that the gang wars have made a big move.

Both public opinion and the Xiaoting gang insist that:

The Faki was blown up by fringe walkers hired by the Black Gold Gang!

The municipal government has already put a stranglehold on Jingke Heavy Industry and Faqi Group.

Special operations teams were fully mobilized, and martial law was imposed on half of the city; in more severe cases, it would be escalated to a wartime annihilation state.

The situation is very tense right now.

Japanese and black men can no longer appear on the same street at the same time.

Both Bone and Vito have given clear orders: all operations are suspended, and no gang vehicle is allowed to enter Japanese territory until further notice.

Nobody wants to run into bad luck.

Businesses don't want to be targeted by the city.

The gangs didn't want to be wiped out by the SAT.

The muscular men in the West District didn't want the Japanese to find an excuse.

The club's management at Cherry Blossom Cross Street were wary of the weapon in Vito's hand.

……

The entire city was at a standstill.

Do you understand? It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't help. Listen to me, leave Sakura Crossroads as soon as possible!

"Fine, if you're not going to help, then so be it. I wasn't expecting anything from you anyway."

Gino was just saying that out of anger.

Gilaard was not annoyed.

He asked a very important question on John's behalf.

"You've messed things up, Gino. Just how far do you expect to go to satisfy yourself with this so-called 'corpse-collecting'?"

Should we spend a lot of money to give the sisal rope a respectable funeral?
It would be best to hire a priest, find a dimly lit corner of a club, display a photo of him during his lifetime, and add some artificial flowers.

Are we going to invite all his friends hiding in cyberspace out and call them up on stage one by one to say a few words?
Are you satisfied now?

Gilaard asked slowly.

Gino hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

John was also on the voice channel and could hear the conversation, but he remained silent throughout.

Gino agonized over John's life or death for a long time.

John was also willing to reciprocate by providing emotional support for her.

But only Gilaard, from an outsider's perspective, managed to sort out the mess.

[Your friend's head's already exploded, does he even care about his own corpse? Girl, there's no need to lie to yourself. What level of desperation would make you feel better, or rather, would completing certain tasks make you feel like you've done right by him?]

A long silence followed.

Gino took a deep breath, puffed on his e-cigarette, and frowned.

"...Fuck, I, I just thought, since the person is dead, we can't just throw him away like trash, right? It's best to have a place to keep him, so that if I or anyone else... remembers him in the future, we can have a specific coordinate to look for him."

She calmed down.

【That's right, listen to me. Find the nearest funeral home, call around and ask about underground clinics and prosthetic doctors. They'll find a way. Get the body cremated properly. Don't bother contacting any of those crappy companies or organizations. Drive it yourself to the city cemetery, spend a little money to get an electronic beacon and data message, and you're done!】

"DM, bro, well done!"

John couldn't help but speak up, greeting Gillebard from afar, as if he had just completed a beautiful alley-oop dunk.

That's how things should be: set a specific goal and get on it!

Gino, who had been in a daze all night, finally regained his senses.

Gillespie reminded John before hanging up the phone.

[We don't need to elaborate on safety; your relationship with the Japanese isn't exactly good either. Keep a low profile, don't show your face, and don't let anyone scan your biometrics. Remember, you're there to do business, not to show off and get on the news!]

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Silver Rider 577 parked in the open-air parking lot along the coastline.

John carried the black package containing the corpse, and he had to crane his neck to the limit to see a small patch of sky sandwiched between the skyscrapers.

The city was shrouded in a gray haze, as if it were about to rain at any moment.

A sour smell filled the air.

John and Gino plunged into the alley, as if they were walking into the body of a steel behemoth through its pores.

The water dripped and cascaded down from the height.

The alley was also covered with various light-up signs and advertisements, and warm, slightly acidic gas blew out through the ventilation ducts.

John carried the body and followed Gino forward.

This area is home to a large number of Japanese, as well as other fringe travelers with similarly peculiar behavior.

The pale, ashen faces of the geishas looked away, and the sexually suggestive super-sensory chips were placed inside the vending machine.

Unidentified white smoke was billowing from the manhole cover.

John, wearing a veil, took a few breaths and noticed that the geishas' faces were contorting.

"Hey, we've arrived."

Gino brought his consciousness back to reality.

John snapped out of his daze and stood in front of a red light sign.

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(End of this chapter)