My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 238: Blind Auction

Is Chris trying to catch a fish?
John had a thought pop into his head, but he immediately dismissed it—Oros, who was lying on his back, hadn't given any hints.

He then pulled Orlos down to sit with his arm around her.

The sofa was torn, the cotton was black, and the tabletop was covered with bullet holes and strange knife marks.

This place isn't high-class.

It's both miscellaneous and cheap.

The customers are ghouls, Rift Party members, stowaways, mercenary squads, and cyberspace hackers; if you look closely, there are also other middlemen and corporate dogs.

Snore snore—

Olos sipped her sparkling water.

She knelt on the sofa, leaning against John's shoulder, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Orlos is more adapted to this environment than John and thoroughly enjoys her current role.

"I have to buy you a drink~"

Old Chris waved and ordered the wine.

He completely ignored Orlos, focusing only on befriending John.

"You caused quite a scene in Palmer last time. Three Divided Party members died on the side of the street in the middle of the city. It was all on the news. Oh, I don't mean any pity. On the contrary, they left some inheritance in their room, which made me a little money."

"Are you the boss here?"

"Oh my, it's not that impressive."

Old Chris's beard was exaggerated and mixed colors, making him look like a mutated Santa Claus.

"Palmer has no shortage of middlemen and mercenaries. You know, there are many opportunities to make money, but also countless troubles. If you are interested, we can talk slowly. There are indeed a few good jobs that are suitable for you, and the remuneration will definitely satisfy you."

"Next time."

John shook his head.

Old Chris wasn't disappointed either; he grabbed the food on the table and ate heartily, even sharing it with him.

There were some things placed in the middle of the booth:
Fried synthetic meat, packaged liquid food, strange-tasting gels, and prohibited drugs.

"How do I have fun here? I've never been here before."

John decided to get back to the main topic.

"Hehehe, you bought a ticket without knowing anything? Don't worry, you've come to the right place. There are more places to have fun in Eden City than just sex clubs and bars..."

He grinned widely, his beard twitching incessantly.

Have you ever tried blind shooting?

Old Chris controlled Palmer's hundreds of warehouses.

They are small in size, clustered in riverside warehouses, with low levels of security and secrecy, and their main tenants are marginalized individuals and low-end fugitives.

Daily settlement, fair prices.

The risks on the streets are very high.

The tenant was unlucky and died the next day.

Old Chris would put warehouses whose "daily leases" were expiring up up for gambling auctions. Once the bet was placed, it was all down to luck; whether you lost or got rich depended entirely on luck. It was a great pastime for mercenaries with spare cash.

"Fu~"

Golden Apple's cigars have a very strong flavor.

Old Kerry blew smoke onto a girl next to him, the hazy smoke instantly obscuring her curves.

"The rules are simple: just pay up."

He slumped back onto the sofa.

"It's almost time, excuse me, I need to attend to the other guests."

Old Chris put on a pair of laser sunglasses.

Buzz——

The noise from the bar stopped instantly.

Regular customers turned their heads to look at the bar in the middle, which was made up of scrapped cars and was making a rumbling noise.

Smoke rises.

Lights flicker.

A huge holographic image appeared.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen and ladies, you scum who have sniffed out a money-making opportunity! I'm your old Chris!"

Obese bodies filled the center of the field.

"The treasure hunt has begun! As of this morning, another seventeen unlucky souls have their rent due. What a pity! Let's wish those guys good luck!"

A burst of laughter came from the dim light.

"Oh, don't laugh, you bunch of beasts! Maybe one of them is lying on your dissection table, and you deserve some credit for these damned treasures!"

The laughter in the room grew even louder.

Orlos nudged John.

She handed over a virtual headband and put one on herself.

The rendering speed was very fast, and it should be a real-time connection. After a few flashes of the calibration signal, a clear picture appeared in front of me.

Oros bought a ticket for the "high-end" event.

Chris had arranged for a group of people to stand in front of those unclaimed warehouses, ready to provide a comprehensive and thorough inspection according to the customer's requirements.

Of course, this only applies to the entrance.

If the customer places a purchase order, they can pay an extra fee to have the store open and inventory the contents to avoid any unauthorized traps.

If they come across any in-demand items, they can seamlessly resell them to Old Chris. The service is excellent.

John had just finished reading the instruction manual when a warehouse number popped up in his field of vision.

"#157", "#211", "#006", "#215"...

Each item has an option to add money.

For just one more fee, you can buy tenant information.

Of course, it's hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake.

Many fringe travelers use fake names to complete procedures, so the price of information is not expensive.

John switched between several screens.

The warehouses all have a starting bid of 5,000 euros.

Each time you switch channels, you enter a completely new channel.

Inside, someone will instruct the staff to change angles, take photos of details they want to see, and will also inquire about smells, door panel temperature, etc.

"Hehe, it looks pretty convincing."

John chuckled and made a sarcastic remark, then continued flipping through the pages.

He suddenly noticed a different price.

【Number: #211】

Current bid: €2

Clearly, someone is competing with someone else.

John flicked his finger and paid for the tenant information.

[File Information: Yokota Tsuyoshi, Japanese national, rent overdue for 78 hours, warehouse entry and exit records..., security camera destroyed, suspected employee of the Fusaki Group...]

[CRISS: John! You have good taste!]

A gruff voice came through the voice channel.

Old Chris was sitting right across from John, but he insisted on joining room [#211] and shouting loudly in the channel, without trying to hide it from others at all.

[CRISS: I've seen this Japanese guy before. He's well-dressed, smells like a corporate dog. Worth betting on! Last week someone opened a warehouse full of unopened prosthetics, and the next day they were out of Palmer's. You know how it is, that's how those shady goods on the black market get their stuff!]

Current bid: €2.5

Old Chris didn't keep it a secret from anyone; he fanned the flames, and immediately a newcomer joined the bidding in channel [#211].

John felt Orlos poking his spine.

He understood.

【B30-1: 3 Euros】

John left a sum of money in the restaurant's account for Maya and her husband to use for daily operations.

This is all the cash he has left.

Unexpectedly, the bidding price was immediately refreshed.

[B44: 4W Euros]

"Fuck, are you an idiot?! You're buying a secondhand warehouse for 40,000 yuan?!"

John blurted it out.

He realized that the headband number corresponded to the card slot, so he took off the device and looked in one direction based on his memory of when he arrived.

The Messiah prosthetic eye has excellent night vision.

After my pupils contracted and dilated a few times, I saw a burly man in a suit.

There were also bodyguards in the booths.

That person's muscle definition was aesthetically pleasing, and the scan showed that the other party did not have many combat prosthetics installed.

Company dog.

John deduced the other person's profession.

Is this person the target that Orlos is fishing for?
John was still thinking when he suddenly felt a warm sensation on his earlobe.

Add whatever you like, be brave, it's on me.

Euryth kissed her and whispered something.

John hadn't even realized what was happening yet.

[Scan detected, no signs of hacking.]

A cheer erupted throughout the venue, and several pairs of eyes locked onto John, with some even rudely starting to scan him.

Old Chris across from him was also laughing heartily.

John's gaze passed over the colorful beard and he saw that the holographic projection in the center of the arena had changed at some point.

It turned into a screen.

A series of warehouse numbers and auction prices are listed on it.

【Number: #211】

Current bid: €10

A full 100,000 yuan!
John also saw the bidders' information.

【B30-2】

He turned his head to look at the woman beside him.

"Gululu..."

Oros took a sip of sparkling water.

(End of this chapter)