My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 253: The Wanderer in Gang Wars

Why haven't I seen Talia?

John changed the subject.

"She left the camp. Oh, don't get me wrong, she signed up for a cross-city trip north to Washington, D.C., and it will be at least six months before she returns to Eden City."

Elona's expression was a little strange.

"Didn't she tell you?"

"Hmm, Nope, why do you ask that?"

John turned his gaze away, carrying the soda can.

A look of confusion flickered in Elona's cobalt blue artificial eyes.

"I thought she got along well with you. There was a bet about you at the camp a while ago, um, a bet on who you'd sleep with first..."

"Damn, is that true?! No wonder Screwdriver kept pushing me into the girl's RV, these bastards were secretly betting on it, weren't they!"

"Yes."

Elona looked serious, as if they weren't discussing some adult prank game.

“J and Maddo invited me to place bets together. They said Talia is interested in you and might even try to take advantage of you. The odds are right, and the odds of winning are high…”

"Oh, come on, I almost died in her passenger seat during that Exile job. We were all very open and honest with each other, but it didn't come to the point of taking off our clothes."

"I see."

Elona was very serious.

"Fortunately, I didn't gamble much."

She can't keep up with the emotional shifts in the conversation, and people who don't know her well might think this girl is a bit dim-witted.

"..."

John gave a wry smile, raised his head, and finished the last sip of his canned beer.

"You seem happy?"

"Indeed, haha, the fact that someone is interested in me means I'm doing alright, right? I'm quite charming."

John raised his arm.

The aluminum can fell into the trash can.

【Eden City - Dust Farm B1】

John said goodbye to Elona and took the sightseeing elevator back to the bottom of the building.

The West Industrial City, shrouded in night, possesses an innate industrial beauty—cold, powerful, and colossal, overlooking the rise and fall of half the city.

Unlike the buildings in other areas of the city.

This oversized skyscraper, which the rancher transformed into a fortress, has no glass curtain wall. Instead, it retains its gray-white walls, inlaid with huge numbers, with harsh lines and gray-brown rust stains.

Rumbling--

Ding--

The elevator car opens on the ground floor.

A wave of heat, a mixture of engine oil and gunpowder, washed over John's face, followed by the roar of machinery and vehicle engines engulfing him.

People from Damascus were everywhere.

It is rare for homeless people to settle down in the city.

They typically undertake construction projects, earn a living within the company's territory, and then leverage their unique migratory nature to develop smuggling and cross-border transportation businesses.

The Damascus family had some bad luck.

First, the Exiles rose up because of the Plato Warehouse incident and fought a life-or-death battle with them on the wasteland.

Immediately afterwards, Haruhiko Urasaki arrived in Eden City, smashed his wallet to take over public projects under construction, and took away the livelihoods of the homeless.

Until Nando returned and connected with the Dust Farm.

It is an organized organization with manpower.

The other one has resources and money.

The establishment of the West Industrial Park in Damascus has helped the Radiation Farms gain a foothold in Eden City.

They did not abandon their smuggling business outside the city, and even strengthened their control over the wasteland and the border wall to ensure the unimpeded flow of goods from the Radiant Dust Farm.

As the new boss of the homeless and the rancher, he is no ordinary figure. He owns businesses in more than one city, and is backed by more than one international tycoon. The Dust Farm is one of the few super skyscrapers in Eden City, which in itself symbolizes a sufficiently solid background.

In return for Damascus.

Every day, resources are smuggled into the West District, becoming armored pickup trucks and cybernetic combat devices for the wanderers.

Not long after the partnership began, Fuchen Farm monopolized the high-end fresh meat market in Eden City.

Those competitors who try to pull dirty tricks are no match for a well-fed vagrant.

beep.

The previously dilapidated road became somewhat congested.

John noted:
As the dust farm thrives, some small businesses have moved their operations nearby, and the once-desolate West District Industrial Park has begun to recover.

What’s even more exaggerated is…

The farmer has fenced off a plot of land in the park and is building a large-scale wall, four giant cold storage warehouses, and the main road leads directly to the dock and the ring expressway. There are cars lined up at the entrance of each unloading area.

John became more and more frightened as he looked.

How many people can such a vast territory support?
As the core security force, Damascus has undoubtedly transformed from a source of cheap labor into a massive power entrenched on the city's outskirts.

They are more disciplined and united than gang members, bound together by family ties and relying on each other.

If we then add the company's funds and equipment...

That's the Faqi Group and the Xiaoding Gang, Jingke Heavy Industry and the Black Gold Gang, which is a fully formed corporate army!

Ding, click.

A chilled bottle of liquor was shoved into John's face.

"What are you thinking about? Stop spacing out!"

With a smile, Screwdriver refilled John's bottle with free alcohol, waved to lift the electric roller shutter, and in the receding steam, the repaired Silver Rider 577 was parked.

"Tsk, what a beauty, just as beautiful as new, no, even more beautiful than when she arrived!"

Where the screwdriver touched, it created honeycomb-like ripples on the crystal car wrap.

[Street reputation has increased, and more items have been unlocked on the black market.]

The wanderer's vehicle modification skills are absolutely top-notch.

In addition, John had a good relationship with Damascus, so the replacement parts were all top-of-the-line.

It's worth noting that the crystal car wrap and matching lightweight body panels for the Silver Knight 577 are very rare, and even if you find them on the black market, the prices are shockingly high!
Screwdriver couldn't resist showing off to John.

"In the past, it would have been quite difficult to collect a complete set, but you've caught a lucky break. We just pulled off a big heist outside the city. Tsk tsk, if you saw the vehicle parts on the loot list, I guarantee you'd be drooling in your fuel tank."

boom.

He closed the hood, extremely excited.

"And hey, I saw you racing yesterday, the dark horse of Palmer's racing scene. The unedited municipal surveillance video is going viral. Damn, that was awesome, bro!"

The screwdriver raised the bottle and bumped into John.

"This repair is on me. I fixed the brake system perfectly, but remember to mention my name next time you go out!"

"Ha, fine!"

John didn't stand on ceremony, took a swig of tasteless beer, and casually placed it on the dashboard when he got back into the driver's seat.

bang bang.

A gentle tap with a screwdriver on the frame is a farewell gesture.

"Take good care of it, and take good care of yourself! If you've figured things out, remember to call me back. Damascus is always open to you; let's go to the wilderness for a rally!"

John lightly turned the steering wheel and shook his thumb through the glass, a silent response to the screwdriver.

The factories and gray streets of the industrial zone recede into the distance outside the window, while the dark, lush city streets radiate a vibrant, luminous life.

The only sound inside the car was the slight vibration of the engine.

The cold air from the beer bottle dissipated, leaving it covered with swaying water droplets. At an ordinary bend, the puddles collided and sloshed, eventually forming a collapsed stream.

John ultimately didn't tell anyone.

I only have five days to live.

(End of this chapter)