My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 267: Crossing the River and Destroying the Bridge (Thanks to Alliance Leader "Bitter Gourd Face")
Each component has its own annotation, and the compatible universal modules and details are listed in great detail.

The entire projection was easy to understand.

According to Raphael, this document was intended for internal communication with shareholders within the manufacturer.

"The Plato 'Triangle Maple' rifle is not yet on the market. It has four types of sights and can use Class VI commercial armor-piercing rounds or depleted uranium rounds."

Raphael's voice was calm and clear, like a sharp knife gently scraping against old leather.

"It's not in mass production yet, and its distribution is limited to a few testing sites. Even the head of security has to submit three application reports if he wants to touch it. Most importantly... do you know who it's designed for?"

Raphael smiled and exhaled a puff of smoke, the corners of his mouth turning up.

"Personal security robots made of high-density alloys, next-generation subcutaneous armor, and military tactical protective gear..."

Code name: Sichuan.

Plato was designing weapons to target the Faqi Group.

John didn't care about high-level decisions or the signs of a corporate war; all he knew was that he desperately needed this rifle.

Last time at Tianjing Apartment, his Nova Kinetic Rifle hit the Fiber Assassin's alloy ribs as if he were polishing and maintaining the enemy, while the big military knife could be easily destroyed by a single shotgun blast.

From this moment on, customized weapons are no longer an empty, naive fantasy, but a necessity for survival on the path of mercenaries.

John was satisfied with the price offered by the middleman.

Where is it?

"On my desk, right now."

"Who do you want me to kill?"

John looked up to signal.

Raphael pressed down slightly with his smoking hand.

John's entire field of vision was projected into a figure of an Eastern European man in a custom-made suit with a fierce look.

Name: Tom Gack

[Faction: Rongju Military Industry]

"Have you heard of Rongju? Half of the modified weapons on the streets come from them. Mr. Gack is the head of the logistics department in Eden City. You can't imagine, it's an incredibly lucrative job."

last week.

This newly appointed supervisor abused his position to resell a full ton of military parts, ranging from new power armor cores to brand-new, unopened rifles, not even counting the thirty-odd boxes of ammunition.

"Fuck, you've got guts."

"He made a lot of money, but he also took a lot of risks. In order to cover up his tracks and make sure that the company couldn't find out, he came to me."

Raphael took a drag of his cigarette, his tone unchanged.

“I arranged for a mercenary nicknamed Databoard, a quick-witted and promising talent, but after the job was done, Mr. Gaker ‘repaid’ Databoard with this.”

She blew smoke high into the sky.

The scene before John's eyes changed.

A man covered in blood lay on the barren sand, abandoned near a rusty platform.

He had no intact prosthetic body; his throat was cut, his bulletproof vest was torn to shreds, and half of his hand and one of his thighs were missing.

John frowned instinctively.

Are you sure it was the employer who did it?

Raphael turned his head to the side.

Her gaze was fixed on John like a nail.

"As for evidence, yes. On the day of the incident, the data board used an encrypted route known only to the two of us to request help. I sent someone to meet them, but it was Mr. Jak who stood there."

Six hours later, the data board's body was pulled from the sand; it had bled to death.

The mercenary is dead.

Tom Gack's explanation to Raphael was:
The company discovered their trail, the mercenaries messed things up, but he was willing to pay the middleman a funeral expense.

“Rongju is an arms manufacturer, and their field teams have a professional process, so the bodies won’t be handled so roughly.”

"The employer lied, betrayed the company afterward, and silenced the mercenaries."

John could understand Raphael's anger.

She spoke calmly, put away the respirator, and gave the order in a low voice.

“The motorcycle is fully fueled. The address is in the email.” Raphael kicked the weapon case next to his feet.

“Take a non-lethal stun gun with you, John. I want Jacques to confess to the murder himself. Record it and send it to me. Don’t let him die on the side of the road like a data tablet. Make it a spectacle so more people can see.”

The woman tilted her head back.

She staggered two steps, and her prosthetic eye returned to normal.

Raphael left.

[Mission target update]

[Heading to the assassination site. (Not achieved)]

The north side of Eden City is filled with high-end apartments and office buildings, with Chengxin Plaza serving as a dividing line between the rich and poor, marking wealth and status in the city's urban planning.

It really started raining.

The smooth glass curtain wall reflected a hazy gray.

The Morton Building was heavily guarded, and the security company selected through a bidding process appeared to be well-trained.

Tom Gack stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the 42nd floor.

He has a batch of goods that he needs to handle personally.

As a senior executive at Rongju Company, he looked down on the private security services offered by outside companies.

He should have been staying in a mansion with full security overseen by his own company, but fearing being purged by the company, he could only stay in Morton Apartments and wait and see what happened.

The business partner on the other end of the phone called to urge us on.

"This situation won't last long."

"The Raphael deal was handled very well. The internal suspicions have been cleared, the necessary procedures cannot be skipped, and the board's attitude is also ambiguous."

"I have a client coming in, goodbye."

Tom hung up the phone, turned away from the floor-to-ceiling window, and went to the reception room on another floor of the apartment.

【设备：F42/45-19:44:32】

John watched him leave through the CCTV camera.

Mr. Gack's judgment was accurate:

The Morton Building's security measures were not robust enough, and the on-duty hackers were all temporary workers paid to do the job. The internal cost-saving measures meant that there were vulnerabilities.

Kenichi easily hacked into the surveillance system.

"He's gone, let's go inside."

John chose to infiltrate silently.

The security at Morton Tower is subpar, but there are plenty of guards. There are over two hundred armed guards throughout the building, so a frontal assault would be costly. Even if it were possible, the target would have already escaped in a hovercar!
[Going through ventilation ducts is a classic option.]

Kenichi was so excited that the chip got hot.

They pried open the access panel, climbed the ladder to the main control room, and made their way to the core area while keeping an eye on the patrol personnel on the monitor.

There are more security checkpoints than vehicles in the underground parking garage.

[Here he comes, here he comes, get ready! After I restart the cooling system, there will be a 30-second window. Let's go through the fan blades, from the kitchen to the freight elevator, and give him a surprise!]

Kong even projected a countdown onto John's retina.

The timing was just right.

John plunged headfirst into the ventilation duct, a screeching sound ringing out.

The grating is very rigid.

The alloy fan blades nearly tore John's skin apart; in just two short intersections, he was covered in injuries.

"What the hell did you choose?!"

John leaned against a corner, wincing in pain.

It was stuffy inside the pipe.

The fresh air system will draw in exhaust fumes from the basement and kitchen, making the environment of the entire ductwork very bad!
[The architectural blueprints only indicate that this pipe is wide enough to accommodate an adult. Don't complain; at least they left a path for mercenaries to infiltrate...]

John arrived at the last section of the pipe.

The sound of emptiness abruptly ceased.

(End of this chapter)