My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 242: Yura

The sign for the Raven International Distribution Center is very large.

A row of metal letter frames is placed horizontally on the ceiling, and some of the light tubes are out due to disrepair.

The road was also quite bumpy.

But the searchlights were blindingly bright.

“John, the woman we’re going to meet is a lot like you. You both have a naive air about you. The companies behind the scenes find her troublesome, Palmer’s colleagues want her dead, and those who have received her help aren’t necessarily grateful.”

Olos tilted her head back, basking in the artificial sunlight.

"You were destined for this fate, but unfortunately, you died too quickly, so you didn't realize how stupid you were."

"You said some really nasty things today."

John frowned and followed him into the warehouse.

The metal roof has a frame inside, with a large number of pulley systems and lifting machinery in operation.

Under the searchlights, forklifts come and go in a constant stream.

The puncture-proof tires with their menacing treads were repeatedly crushed in the floodwater.

Some ice shards were propelled by the tires, bouncing onto the metal table and folding benches, where they slowly melted.

The people sitting around the table gradually noticed Orlos and John, who were near the door.

They are all employees of Raven International.

The middleman that Orlos was looking for was actually the owner of this distribution center.

She was standing near the wall.

There was a row of freezers there, and the walls were decorated with designs made of neon tubes.

A woman wearing a leather jacket, with messy, curly hair and a slightly greasy appearance, was smoking while staring at the freezer.

John noticed that it was a traditional cigarette, and not the Golden Apple brand, but a cheap street cigarette that he had smoked for a while when he first came to Eden.

This kind of smoke is strong and irritates the throat; it's everywhere.

The middleman who controls the Palmer Ocean Factory only takes this kind of cheap product.
John subconsciously scanned the other party's file information.

[Name: Yura Young]

[Faction: Middleman [Raven International]]

[Scan: Alloy skeleton, network access module [Isaac Military U20], Argos artificial eye I-16, etc.]

The next second...

A chaotic commotion erupted throughout the warehouse as dozens of heavily tattooed, muscular men grabbed their weapons.

They formed a human wall to shield Yura behind them.

The forklift blocked the retreat route.

Curses rang out at the same time.

The colorful gun barrels bit John.

These weapons come in different calibers and from various sources, including both European and Asian imports, and are modified to varying degrees.

John pulled Orlos back, shielding her behind him.

dong dong dong.

Yura clenched her fist and pounded on the freezer door.

"Let them in... All of you, don't just stand around, clear out all the goods under your noses. If anyone leaves even a single box behind, I'll skin them alive!"

boom--

She held a section of strap used for binding goods in her hand, folded it over and clutched it in her palm. After speaking, she lashed the metal box with a loud crack, as if striking the hearts of those around her.

Those burly men with unfriendly eyes all scattered.

The roar of the machines grew louder, and the forklifts moving between the different sections became more frequent.

John followed Orlos forward, his prosthetic eye instinctively locking onto the contents of the freezer.

There were actually two people.

They were wearing uniforms and appeared to be company employees.

How dare they openly kill the company dog?
This scene contains at least three serious crimes.

The corpses in the freezer were all bound hand and foot, their prosthetic eyes were frozen and malfunctioning, their eyelids were not closing to the same degree, the coolant in their subcutaneous armor was frozen and not circulating properly, and their bodies were covered in bruises.

These two people were frozen to death.

Was Yura deliberately trying to intimidate her?

John couldn't help but glance at Orlos.

She acted as if she hadn't seen it, and naturally sat down, placing the half-finished bottle of sparkling water on the table.

"You're the guy who's been sending spam to my inbox?"

Yura also turned around and sat down on the folding stool.

Her forehead was gray, her wrinkles were deep, and her figure was well-proportioned but rather strong. She was wearing a pair of Hittite Industrial military boots, which were placed on the table leg.

An imposing older woman. "I'll give you five minutes. If we can't reach an agreement, get out."

"I need people."

"Okay."

Yura grinned, revealing an ugly smile, and pointed the folded cable tie behind Orlos.

"These are all good men, pick whichever you like, girl."

"But I want a girl."

Oros ignored her wicked sense of humor, smiled, shook her head, and continued her description.

"She's of East Asian-Caucasian descent, with the spine of Isaac's military engineer, a laceration running across her right prosthetic eye, oh right, and the pupil is red..."

As she described the situation, Yura's expression gradually changed, and she even gestured to her bodyguards to block the warehouse's escape route.

"You're here for 'Red Falcon' too?"

Yura sneered and stubbed out his cigarette at his feet.

"Japanese people have come, ghouls have come, and even people from the company have asked me for information. What trouble has she gotten herself into that you big shots are chasing after her so relentlessly?"

"I'd like to know too, so can you tell me where she is?"

"Fuck you!"

Yura overturned the iron table and pulled a gun from his waist.

John reacted quickly, lifting his leg to hold down Orlos before she could touch the table, and raising his rifle with his other hand.

There are also capable fighters in the warehouse.

The moment Yura flipped the table, at least three S'anweisteins activated their weapons around her, and anyone who tried to get close to Orlos was shot.

John, as a warning, shot the bullets just grazing the leg bones.

Nobody's a fool; they could tell at a glance that John's S. Ahnwistain was of a higher rank, enough to shoot Yura under the table before anyone else could react.

He raised his rifle and demanded an explanation.

"This is the first time I've met a middleman who values ​​loyalty. Why bother? Wouldn't it be better to just lay things out clearly and everyone be polite to each other?"

"That's because you haven't met enough people. There are always exceptions, kid. If someone is willing to risk their life for you, you have to be responsible for them."

Yura shook her head with a wry smile.

She didn't draw the gun; instead, she simply let go of it.

John was somewhat surprised.

"You think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

"Damn, you're a newbie?"

Yura glanced at John.

"I know you're capable. Put your weapon away. If you want to negotiate, you can't kill me. What? You think you can kill hundreds of people in the warehouse? Even if you could, you wouldn't get out of Palmer. The Japanese will smell you coming, and neither side will let you go. And even if we take a step back, can you protect your employer in a fight?"

Yura turned to stare at Orlos.

She didn't even blink when she flipped the table, but she did seem to feel sorry for the bottle of sparkling water that had been knocked over.

Yura then began to discuss terms.

“I don’t know where the falcon is. She did come to me, and I promised to help her.”

"You don't even know what trouble she got into, yet you think you can help?"

"I didn't promise anything."

Euryth knew that Yura was being dishonest.

"Loyalty won't put food on the table, Yura. We've never dealt with each other before, so you probably don't know me..."

"Oh? Who do you think you are?"

Yura is very wild and speaks very dirty.

She pressed forward to ask her questions.

“Everyone who comes to inquire about Yura has offered a price. Look, those two in the freezer over there are impolite and don’t know how to negotiate. And you, girl, what are you trying to bribe me with this time?”

"You didn't give me anything, but instead you begged me to take on this mess."

Oros sat upright with a smile.

"Damn it, you're kidding me."

Yura spat out a mouthful of phlegm, looking like he was about to turn hostile again.

Orlos shook her head, her expression mocking, and began to analyze the situation for her.

John's brow twitched slightly.

He recalled that night at Silver Harbor, when Oros had the same expression—as she chatted and laughed with the network surveillance, confirming the survival status of the wanderers, and dividing up the spoils of war, the result of hundreds of lives lost, in just a few words.

This is a clash between two middlemen.

It's clear that Orlos's information is more accurate.

(End of this chapter)