My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 268: Professional Infiltration (Thanks to Alliance Leader "Bitter Gourd Face")
In front of them was a huge industrial fan that was nearly three meters tall.

The key is that its alloy blades are double-layered and interlocked, with no gaps for passage.

"Ah."

John's lips twitched.

He truly regretted letting Kenichi Sora devise the plan.

"As you can see, the designer is not an idiot."

【Oh no, the system's about to reboot. We'll both be dried into dried-out meat strips. Let's go back the way we came and head to the maintenance room!】

"You clearly have other routes!"

John gritted his teeth in anger, and without hesitation, he sped off along the road he had come from.

The roar of equipment came from all directions.

John had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the previously still fan blades began to speed up.

He only has a few seconds, and he'll be covered in blood.

Let me play, quick!

John stumbled, but quickly regained his balance.

The airlock has taken over.

He activated the Sinweistan, clung to the metal crossbar, passed through the swaying alloy blades, landed and rolled, then smoothly slid through to continue.

John didn't stop, plunging headfirst into the maintenance well, curling up and pulling the grating up with him.

Clang.

The cover closed overhead.

John's vision spun around, and when he came to his senses, he had silently landed back where he started.

The time stop ends.

"You played pretty well."

John savored the empty maneuver.

Its control over the S.A.S ...

Kong clearly hadn't had enough fun.

[Tsk tsk, brother, your prosthetic body is pretty good, and your spinal cord system is coordinated very well. Let's each take one life!]

John saw the game's health bar appear in his field of vision.

Kong proposed a new solution:
It monitors the body's condition at all times, and if the damage exceeds a certain level, it will treat the body as if it has lost its "life" and immediately switch to another body to take over.

"Okay."

John did not refuse.

He had long suspected that it wouldn't be content with simply "watching" the whole thing. In fact, at the very beginning of the negotiations, John thought he would be the one sitting in the audience for the next few days.

John sensed another emotion from the empty respect.

It was curious about the world outside cyberspace, but it was very conservative, cautious, and even a little afraid when using John's body.

This emotion is deeply hidden.

John wasn't sure if his idea was right.

The mission has only just begun.

John has already wasted time, and the next course must be more aggressive to make up for it.

The surveillance is in our own hands.

John used the kitchen to reach the public observation deck, which was the limit that ordinary customers could access.

Since I can't get through security...

He simply climbed over the fence, just like he had seen Chuan before, using the building's perimeter to cross floors.

The glass curtain wall was both cool and slippery.

The difficulty of climbing was a minor issue, but the plan was interrupted halfway through when another unexpected problem arose—there were also sensors on the outside of the building, connected to the fire control center.

"Damn it!"

John gritted his teeth and cursed, then found an unlocked bathroom window and returned to the building.

Kong is also trying to salvage the situation.

It found its way to the lounge and only needed to modify the data from the cameras along the way to hide its tracks.

The whole process was thrilling but ultimately safe.

John did not encounter any armed guards directly; the only living person he came into contact with was the maintenance worker who was half-asleep in the guard room.

He's sleeping soundly; we're lucky.

"This is the norm. You'll understand once you join the company how normal it is to work more than 36 hours a day. People will only wake him up when there is work that absolutely needs to be done."

John took the magnetic card from the table, returned to the corridor, and swiped it to access the control terminal of the employee elevator.

The elevator car roared up to the forty-second floor.

"That's the importance of experience."

John sighed heavily. This was his first commercial infiltration, and recalling his previous ease of access to abandoned factories and small clubs, today's job was a complete disaster.

"Commercial buildings are indeed difficult to manage."

John's infiltration was a one-off, crude method, and his entire route could be analyzed and uncovered afterward.

Only through personal experience can one truly understand:

What kind of highly skilled individuals are behind those commercial theft cases that circulate on illegal radio frequencies?

The 42nd floor of Tom Gack is a private area.

John didn't let Kong Jianyi do anything; he simply took out a data cable and overwrote the entire system with black light.

【Wow! 】

Kong was still a bit disoriented.

[There's a suffocating feeling, like standing on a runway watching spaceplanes fly overhead. Honestly, it's more terrifying than I imagined.]

This is the first time it has experienced the invasion of black light up close.

John didn't react much. He looked around and opened the magnetic door as if he were going back to his own room.

The entire floor has a typical corporate elite style.

Minimalist, luxurious, and cold, the genuine leather floating sofa forms a black wave-like line.

Look, John, take it down and play with it!

John noticed a recessed area in the wall containing a samurai sword with extremely intricate patterns.

[Weapon: Katana - Tenjuro]

[Attachment: Sharp and Durable Coating]

This is a custom-made weapon; the alloy scabbard alone weighs more than a regular rifle.

The inner liner has two layers.

Its length is also half a palm's width wider than the common monomolecular blades on the market.

John took it down and moved around the room, performing a few fancy moves with the Ronin chip.

He switched hands, weighed it, and shook his head.

"It's incredibly heavy, and the size isn't standard either. It's only good for rich people to show off."

Not practical.

The combat-ready samurai sword is a different specification.

For example, the weapons used by the assassination squad are all designed for specific situations, with requirements on size and materials, and are equipped with detachable blades and coated with durable or virus-resistant coatings.

Indeed, it's not very interesting.

Kenichi Sora coldly expressed his disgust.

"Hmm? I thought you would like it."

John was somewhat surprised.

Take a close look at the handle.

John flipped his wrist and saw a gold-etched signature on the metal end—Tom Gack, may my path prosper.

This knife bears the mark of someone else, an indelible scar; holding it always feels uncomfortable.

Sora likes things that are unique.

John looked at the text with disdain.

"It's disgusting that a European arms dealer executive secretly admires the Japanese way of doing things. If his boss finds out, he can forget about getting a promotion or a raise for the rest of his life."

John dropped his weapon and began exploring the room.

There are quite a few good things here.

Next to the dining table were first aid kits filled with genuine Gaia Cell injections, as well as the Platinum Membership "Life-Saving Kit"—advertised to bring the dead back to life within five minutes of cardiac arrest.

John and Kenichi explore the room.

Their eyes swept over every corner, exploring everything from decorative items to private collections in the bedroom.

John also poured himself a glass of his prized wine from the cabinet.

Alcoholic beverages costing tens of thousands of euros, after swirling around in a mouth where the sense of taste is gradually deteriorating, don't taste particularly special as they flow down the throat.

It's not as impressive as a small bowl of fresh fruit.

As usual, Kong checked the slides on the projector.

[They have no taste; they're all low-rated commercial films.]

"Ah."

John laughed out loud.

"That's a built-in feature of the device. How could you possibly think that a company executive would need to satisfy his needs by watching porn?"

Damn it.

(End of this chapter)