My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 240: The Vanished Person

John sold a warehouse full of toilets to old Chris.

The more chaotic the region, the stronger its ability to absorb goods. With so many scoundrels and bastards, there are always channels to dump illegal stolen goods. If all else fails, reselling them back to the Faqi Group to settle accounts is also a viable option.

But none of that has anything to do with John anymore.

He made a fool of himself, quickly dealt with the warehouse, and then pushed through the crowd and ran away.

The warehouse area was bustling with activity.

Everyone burst into laughter and rushed off to watch other fun things.

Not everyone knows the mercenary who drives the Silver Riders, and not only one person cursed after blind bidding.

"Smash it open! I'll accept it even if it's just scrap metal!"

"What's this for? Anyone know what it's for?"

"Hahaha, it really is here! That guy wasn't lying!"

……

Lively and bustling.

Some people made a small profit, some received a pleasant surprise, and of course, some lost everything.

John noticed that some people were deliberately concealing their gains.

They acted swiftly and with a clear purpose—picking locks, moving things, and driving away, as if they already knew what was in the warehouse.

John walked and observed along the way, and seemed to have grasped some of the tricks of blind shooting.

Ultimately, it all comes down to intelligence!

Palmer is full of "tongues," and there's even an entire industry attached to blind shooting.

If the cameras inside the warehouse are still there, you can hire a hacker to get inside view, assess the value visually, and then decide how much to bet on it.

There are many similar behaviors.

For example, ground rut analysis can be used to determine the weight of cargo and tire type.

There is also gas analysis.

The odor of a corpse, slow-release fluid, and engine oil components can all be obtained using specialized instruments.

Not to mention devices like thermal imaging.

John became increasingly bewildered as he walked.

He discovered that customers could even directly purchase insider information from Old Chris.

John and the company dog, these clueless idiots, are truly "shooting blindly," unknowingly making fools of themselves once again.

Besides these customers who are looking for fun.

Ghouls and Rift Party members are another case altogether.

They belong to the type of people who have a clear purpose, and it is very likely that they obtained the information from the original owner.

As for where the original owner went?
Just look at those unclaimed prosthetic bodies and illegally obtained super-sensory chips.

John also ran into an acquaintance from the Black Gold Gang.

It is said that he was a low-level gang member who dared to make extra money, but he overstepped his bounds, caused a big fuss, and got himself into trouble.

Before he was killed, he revealed that something was hidden in Palmer.

The Black Gold Gang wanted to handle the matter discreetly, so they used a "blind auction" channel to retrieve the goods.

Palmer's illegal warehouse was like a secret bank for outlaws, filled with stolen goods, bribes obtained through abuse of power, and genuine goods substituted for inferior ones...

They stuff everything into it.

Old Chris has indeed cultivated a very good reputation.

John looked around and discovered that all the warehouses he had bought had been opened.

He became increasingly certain:
He realized that he had been tricked by that woman, Euros, who deliberately made him buy a toilet and embarrass himself in public.

"He's really holding a grudge."

John muttered as he approached the last warehouse door.

【Number: #074】

Sure enough, Oros was here.

John was about to speak when he smelled blood. He instinctively reached for his gun and went further in, where he saw a corpse lying in the corner.

"what's the situation?"

He asked a question.

Olos was just standing there drinking her beverage.

The person who answered John was the staff member in charge of the warehouse.

"Unlucky you stepped on the glass. Oh, which means there's not much in this warehouse, or it's as bad as you see it. Don't be discouraged. Almost every day someone sees a body in the warehouse, at least not completely decomposed, you know."

He wasn't surprised, and after a brief handover with John, he prepared to leave.

"We have done a rough inventory and the prices are as follows. You can check them again. The blind auction warehouse can only hold the items for you for two days at most. We will come to clean up the garbage and dispose of the bodies after that."

The staff member waved and left.

Only John and Orlos remained in the warehouse.

She suddenly spoke, her tone sarcastic.

What can you tell?

"Attempted robbery?"

John gave a serious answer.

The guy lying on the ground was clearly a ghoul.

Beside him were the scattered sleeping pills and stun gun; his belt was empty, and judging from the model of the holster, it appeared to be a submachine gun.

"NOPE~ It's a case of the black eating the black."

Orlos gave a more accurate answer.

She leaned against the door, looking out into the alley.

His black-rimmed glasses and floodlight prosthetic eye were hidden under his hood, as if he could see through the thoughts of every passerby.

Nobody pays attention here.

When Oros turned around, there was no trace of innocence left on her face.

She raised her chin to indicate the groove on the wall.

"The mercenaries' warehouse is a small workshop. Now they don't even leave behind a bottle of medicine or a knife, because they've moved them to the table."

There was an empty box on the alloy countertop. It was large enough to hold several guns and some equipment.

“Someone took everything off in a hurry and roughly, even breaking the straps. They gathered it together not to take it away, but to sell it.”

Orlos glanced at the corpse on the ground.

Her prosthetic eye gleamed, and she recognized the other person.

"This guy came to collect the goods. He had no accomplices, and he wasn't prepared with large-caliber weapons or targeted bulletproof vests, which means he got distracted halfway through the negotiation. I guess the seller didn't seem to be in a good state, and he wanted to openly rob him. Haha, he got killed instead."

Oros walked around in the small warehouse.

Her hands didn't touch the actual objects, but instead, with each step, they brushed over the overturned items, fresh scratches, and bloodstains of various shapes.

The Messiah's artificial eye is glowing.

[Signal detected/Advanced authorization for prosthetic eye - data transmission]

Orlos shared what she had seen with John.

Both are artificial eyes of the Messiah, just different versions and series, with the underlying design allowing them to use some advanced features.

Signal access.

The warehouse is divided into virtual grids.

Before their eyes flowed a vast amount of data, with certain details magnified, and mosaics pieced together to create a dynamic scene.

The ghoul suddenly drew his gun.

Rongju charged forward, spitting out a series of "dashed lines".

The video pauses, the angle changes, and then it starts flowing again.

The mercenary reacted quickly, kicking the opponent to the ground and dodging to the side while overturning a nearby shelf.

The screen scrolling speed has slowed down.

The bullet left an upward arc on the wall without any breaks, indicating that none of the bullets hit the mercenary.

The ghoul struggled to its feet.

He was shot in the head by a mercenary, fell backward, and bled profusely in a corner.

……

The light on the surface of Orlos's prosthetic eye disappeared.

She stood in front of the collapsed shelves, waiting for John to move the things away, and then used her feet to lift the clothes covering them.

There were surgical marks on the ground.

Used sutures, blood bags, subcutaneous nail repair fluid...

John found the bullet fragments among the clutter.

The ghoul's gun missed the mercenary, indicating that the mercenary had these injuries before returning to the warehouse.

[Item: Bullet Fragment]

John also made bullets himself.

He recognized it at a glance as a standard-issue item, made by a military enterprise, and definitely not the kind of quality that could be produced by a street workshop.

Manufacturer: Vagi Group

Obvious.

The original owner of the warehouse got into a fight with the company's soldiers, was seriously injured, and fled back to the warehouse. He hurriedly sold his belongings in an attempt to escape.

As a result, they were double-crossed, and even their last safe house was abandoned.

"So you didn't come here just to mess with me after all."

John dropped the bullet and slowly stood up, meeting Orlos's expressionless face.

"You're here on official business. Is the one who ran away the person you're looking for?"

"uh-huh."

Oros tacitly agreed.

next second.

She actually pulled a time bomb out of her pocket and pressed it onto the electrical box.

"Fuck, are you crazy?!"

John blurted out and quickly followed the other person out of the warehouse.

"Where did you get this stuff from?!"

“I bought it. It was right on the street. There are more than just stimulants here.”

Orlos answered calmly.

John walked a distance with her, but he couldn't help looking back until the half-closed roller shutter disappeared around the corner.

"Do you need a bomb to find someone? If you're so powerful, why don't you use your connections, contact some local bullies, make a deal, and have Palmer search the area for you?"

"If the commotion is too great, she will die."

Orlos spoke calmly, walking briskly forward in the shadows without looking back.

John noticed the word "she".

"Do you know the original owner of that warehouse? What's your relationship with him?"

“I’m the middleman, and she’s a mercenary; it’s a client-contractor relationship.”

Oros walked into another corner, so familiar it felt like home, as if she knew Palmer's alleys like the back of her hand.

John followed closely behind, his mind racing.

"So, she messed things up, right? Now you're not the only one looking for her, which means she's caused a huge disaster and had to flee seriously injured. What kind of job could make the middleman so angry that he wants to see her alive or dead..."

John didn't actually expect Orlos to tell him.

But she actually stopped, half of her face hidden in her leather hood.

"The floating car that landed at Sakura Cross Street was her doing."

"..."

John paused for a few seconds before realizing what Orlos was referring to.

He opened his mouth.

boom!
A loud bang came from the warehouse area.

It covered up the profanity that John blurted out.

(End of this chapter)