My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 229: The Sale of Corpses (Thanks to the Alliance Leader "Yang Yan Living in a Dream")
The Fall Guy leaned back slightly, looking as if he had just realized something.

"Randall? Well, just like the rumors say, you get along quite well with that old drunkard."

"acquaintance?"

"It doesn't count."

Fall Guys swayed their mosaic heads.

"We could actually develop a relationship."

"Is it necessary? I'm practically half dead already."

"Hehehe, don't be so pessimistic. Big shot, those corporate dogs don't know anything. There are surviving cases of GTX martyrs."

"..."

John frowned and couldn't help but look at him.

This is the first time someone has said they can survive.

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"No, that's just a rumor. Back then, there was a really awesome mercenary who also equipped himself with GTX and stormed into the Capitol Building against the special operations team. Oh, that place wasn't called that back then."

"What's that person's name?"

"Martin Remington".

Fall Guys' fingers rolled across the tabletop, the mosaic panel changing patterns, as if he was feeling sleepy on duty and wanted to chat with someone.

"Heh, this is the street scene. Legends appear and disappear so quickly. These days, newcomers haven't even heard of Martin."

"He also pretended to be a martyr?"

"Yes, he offended all the big shots in Eden City. When he couldn't make it anymore, he ran away. But many people can testify that he pretended to be a martyr and survived for at least six months. Later, I heard that someone encountered him in Pompeii. You know Pompeii, right? The city that was blown up by the rogue AI with space-based weapons..."

Fall Guys started rambling on and on.

John sat on the tin bench, not listening attentively, occasionally glancing at the green numbers on his arm.

[A new contact has been created - Fall Guys]

[Street reputation increased, new interpersonal relationships unlocked.]

Why would I need the funeral home's contact information?

"Of course it's to dispose of corpses, what else? As a mercenary, you certainly don't have that many relatives and friends, but you can definitely earn some extra money while you're working."

Seeing that John still didn't understand, Fall Guy shook his head and asked directly.

Do you have an ECPD internal network account?

John looked enlightened.

Mercenaries don't only encounter nameless nobodys when they're on a job.

Some ruthless street thugs are also on the ECPD's wanted list. If their biometric information is obtained and their deaths are confirmed, a reward can be collected on the internal network.

These guys are no pushovers; they all have one or two handy weapons and carry a lot of valuables.

ECPD only needs to confirm death.

When a body is sent to the funeral home, it is dismantled first, and the valuables can be extracted to make extra money.

That's the power of connections.

"There are other benefits too. You know, it's not easy to do business in physical stores these days. I also have a side business. If you need something to cheer you up and relax, come and check me out."

More items have been unlocked on the black market.

Fall Guys works part-time selling medicine.

John wasn't very resistant to drugs, and when he thought of the two high-dose ghouls from earlier, he instinctively wanted to refuse.

But the Fall Guy stood up.

He fiddled with some button, his massive body straightened up, and he reached into the ventilation duct and pulled out two familiar ventilators.

"I don't just sell stimulants and hallucinogenic drugs. I also have some things that can help you sleep and improve your health. There are many kinds and they have a wide range of uses... For example, if you are not confident or feel that you have a mental problem, you might as well give me a call."

"You're a doctor?"

"Hmm, I'm more effective than doctors. Human trauma isn't just physical or involving prosthetics; the emotional aspect is important too~"

As Fall Guy spoke, he shoved the respirator into John's hand.

[Medication: Analgin (Blue)]

Manufacturer: Unknown

The mosaic cheeks have had their base color changed.

"Here, have a taste. Don't be shy."

The yellow stripes of lights pieced together a somewhat ferocious expression.

"You ripped off two of my clients, didn't you? Oh, don't get me wrong, ripping them off is definitely a contribution to the city. I just wanted to bring the bodies back, since they still owe me money, so I'll take whatever I can get in return."

John pointed him in a direction. The Fall Bean bowed in thanks, dragged two body bags out, and returned a dozen minutes later, laden with his loot, before disappearing into the basement.

"Um... damn, what's going on?"

Gino woke up, clutching his head.

She frowned, blinked, and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

John could tell that Gino’s fatigue and confusion had indeed diminished considerably.

She snapped out of her daze, remembered where she was, and first looked around warily. As soon as she turned around, she saw a new, bleeding crack in the wall.

"Fuck! Look at this!"

"It's ok."

John explained what had just happened to her.

Gino slept well, the confusion faded, and his reactions became faster.

Boom, boom, boom.

Familiar footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The Fall Guys came up carrying a cheap, hard plastic box, and hurriedly, even shoved it at them.

"Here you go. This is your good friend. There's quite a lot of it, so be careful when you carry it. I've also tidied up some prosthetic fragments for you. They're here."

He took out several medical plastic bags.

It even has the logo of the "Emergency Team" on it; I don't know if it's a reused product or an original.

There are several prosthetic bodies inside.

Traces of blood clots and severed nerve bundles remain on it. The silver-gray metal structure is smooth and complex, covered with intricate interfaces and nodes.

[Prosthetic Body: Plato-TPC Network Access Module]

[Features: Fast crack execution, cyberspace support, RAM capacity recovery, and accessory cooling, etc.]

"This is the most valuable one, a high-end Plato item, practically brand new."

"Isn't that right? It was just installed last night."

Gino crossed his arms and glanced at Fall Guys.

"I thought you were going to rip me off."

“I’ve already made money, the price was fair, and I’m now friends with Mr. John.”

Joyful symbols dance on the mosaic mask.

His hands and feet didn't stop moving as he hurriedly emptied one bag after another. Inside were other metal structures dug out from the sisal rope. Whether they were useful or not, he returned them all as a complete set.

The Fall Guy squeezed behind the bar and fumbled around for a while.

"Aha."

He pulled out a paper coupon as if he had unearthed some treasure.

[Item: Jean-Grand Boulevard Cemetery discount coupon]

"This is my personal channel. Just call and say I introduced you. I can give you some discounts and help you choose a good spot!"

"What happened?"

John frowned and asked.

"You're in such a hurry, it's like you're about to have sex."

“Ah… okay, John, I just dismantled those two idiots’ bodies and found a vital signs chip embedded in their spines.”

Ghouls also have internal management.

The more cruel the methods, the higher the sales of the pornographic films. Teams that are more active in the organ trafficking business often occupy a larger market share and therefore have more stringent monitoring methods.

It's somewhat similar to a gang.

They would implant tracking devices into some of their subordinates to monitor whether they were working diligently or engaging in any underhanded tactics. Of course, this also facilitated retaliation should they encounter any accidents or be targeted for assassination by their competitors.

How would the ghouls know it was us?

Gino immediately pressed for more details.

She was indeed more lucid, and her mind was sharper than John's.

The Fall Guys are all smiles, their fleshy bodies wriggling backward, their hands raised in a gesture that looks like surrender or distancing themselves from the situation.

“They know the person died nearby, so they'll definitely come to me for answers. You know, Mr. John, I'm just a businessman. Plus, they have connections with the Owl Gang, and this is Sakura Crossroads, Japanese territory. I have to give them accurate information…”

"Fuck, you son of a bitch, you betrayed us!"

Gino looked like a boxer with his hair standing on end.

John grabbed her arm and walked out without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)