My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 270: Raphael's Intentions

[Mission target update]

Escape from Morton House. (Not achieved)

Hundreds of armed security personnel are enough to fill all the main entrances and exits in a short time.

To make matters worse, the emergency response team, ECPD, and Rongju security department are all rushing here...

John ran wildly down the corridors of Morton House.

An empty reproach echoed in my mind.

Why can't you record it yourself? Those few minutes wasted directly reduced the escape rate by 42%!

"No way! He has to record it himself and post it himself!"

John stood by his opinion.

The perpetrator's own account and email address are both part of the evidence.

The video brought by the mercenaries couldn't even get past the public relations department.

The target, the employer, and the middleman all have their own agendas.

To extricate yourself safely, don't cross the line.

You may hear or see some things, but as long as you don't leave any evidence, others can turn a blind eye and let you off the hook.

These principles are complex and cannot be understood by roving AI.

"What do you think Raphael wanted this recording for?"

[Avenging the mercenaries!?]

"...You should be buried with the data board."

John was amused by the empty reply.

He kicked open the laundry room cover, jumped in, and braced himself against the wall to control his descent.

Two meters away.

Two teams of soldiers were climbing up the building's corridor.

John rolled out from a pile of stained sheets and left the laundry room when someone barged in and began inspecting the drying room and clothesline.

He leaned against the wall, observing through the camera.

Kenichi suddenly realized something in his mind.

"Ah, I see! Raphael wants to establish her authority. She doesn't care about the mercenaries' lives; the important thing is that the employer can't treat her like a fool! Otherwise, business will be tough."

"uh-huh."

John wanted to take a cold laugh as a compliment.

But the security team searching for him had already approached, and he only hummed twice in response to the empty space.

boom!
John picked up a crowbar and killed a soldier.

"You only got part of it right."

He talked to Kong as he threw the body into the giant washing machine.

The soldiers put away their equipment and magazines.

[Weapon: Kanmeier-H01 [Smart Rifle]]

[Module: Suppressor Component, Speed-Increasing Barrel, Basic Armor Penetration]

Standard equipment of security companies.

"Ha, a product of cost reduction and efficiency improvement."

John made his assessment as he fitted the silencer tube.

Even the worst garbage has to be used by pinching your nose.

John infiltrated lightly armed, carrying no rifles or heavy weapons, only two submachine guns he had with him.

Rifles are needed to break the deadlock in mid-to-long-range standoffs.

The good news is that John isn't alone.

His prosthetic eye flashed through the data stream, opening both his eyes and allowing the airborne unit to take over the monitoring system and calculate a suitable escape route.

Morton House has a dedicated fire control room.

They will find that the soldiers' biosignals disappear in the laundry room, and more reinforcements will come.

Sure enough, the reminder echoed in my mind.

They've spotted us and are heading this way. The basement areas B2-D6 are inaccessible. Oh dear, two people just arrived around the corner ahead, about to kiss! 4, 3, 2…

John started S. Anwaystein.

He slid into the tunnel on his side, pulled the trigger, and the smart rifle he had captured roared at full rate of fire.

There was a lot of smoke and dust, and the inferior ammunition emitted a slightly acidic smell.

Two soldiers died suddenly.

John stepped over the still-standing corpses, pushed open the safety door, and sprinted up to the next floor.

The routes were all calculated by Kenichi.

There are too many security personnel.

John wanted to escape, so he had to get the enemy moving and then slip through the gaps in the encirclement!
Kenichi Sora has quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

Equipment short circuits, elevator shutdowns, and fire alarms going off everywhere.

Through the surveillance system, one could see the security supervisor swearing loudly.

Kenichi even thoughtfully added a two-dimensional voice changer for him, leaving the other security guards in the voice channel completely baffled.

Haha! You should see his expression!

He kept laughing in his head.

Da da da--

John didn't have it as easy as it did.

He encountered another group of security guards in the banquet hall.

Bullets of orange and cobalt blue whizzed past each other.

He tightened his body and leaned against a pillar to reload.

The concrete bunker was riddled with dust and smoke.

Empty magazines were carelessly discarded at his feet.

"This security company is garbage. The firearms they issue are so worn out, they're definitely secondhand from the black market."

John tilted the magazine and glanced at the contents.

"Damn it! The bullets aren't even originals! The purchasing manager should be slammed into a sewer!"

The gunshots beside his ear stopped.

The CCTV camera in the corner captured very clear images.

John turned and fired, blowing the head off a man who hadn't had time to retreat to cover. Then, Sianwistan closed in and pierced the unfortunate man in front of him with his mantis knife.

The rifle fell to the ground.

John didn't even bother to pick them up.

Second-hand firearms, without modification modules or upgrade parts, plus inferior ammunition, can only hold their own against second-rate security guards and gang thugs in alleys.

Once you step out of this door, you'll be facing regular soldiers from Rongju Company, and they won't even be able to penetrate their bulletproof vests!

While John was dealing with the immediate minor problem, he wasn't idle either.

It locked the security door to the basement.

The security guards were pulled around and ran around the building.

Rumbling--

The drone successfully infiltrated the building's patrol drones and caused another explosion on the rooftop helipad.

Immediately afterwards, the equipment room short-circuited.

The cooling system is overloaded.

Darkness engulfed the entire building from the bottom up, and screams rose and fell from the guests on the lower floors!

The residents of Chengxin Plaza are all either wealthy or influential.

The ECPD, as if its lifeline had been stepped on, began to break through the blockade to rescue more people.

They can't change who dies, but what's important is to get more people alive to speak up for the police, otherwise annual assessments and municipal funding will be affected!
The number of news drones has been increased to three.

The headquarters of ALW (Americas Insight World Broadcasting) is just two blocks away, and their field reporters arrived even 30 seconds earlier than the emergency response team.

Platinum members were escorted out of the building one by one.

The security supervisor stood on the rooftop, his hair disheveled by the wind from the hovercraft.

From his vantage point, he could see vehicles escaping Morton Building like a swarm of cockroaches, while he himself was stuck in the congested elevators and stairwells.

The internal communication system was remotely shut down.

The security company's hackers were cooked to a medium-rare state.

In this operation, the security company suffered a crushing defeat in the competition in cyberspace.

The other party's methods are sophisticated.

They were completely fooled.

Perhaps this point can be emphasized in the accident report.

The supervisor's thoughts drifted further and further away, and he looked up and sighed.

"The person has escaped, so this is the end of it. The rest of the pursuit is none of our business. On the bright side, at least we have a life left, and we can find another company to work for."

He provided a professional assessment.

At this moment.

John got into a luxury business car.

[Vehicle: Fafmund - Leader T]

This is thanks to the late Mr. Tom Gack.

When he returned to his room, he used the access control authorization, while Kenichi Sora obtained the authorization for Tom's download device by "jumping" through biometric information.

Taking advantage of the power outage, John made free access to Tom's private garage, selected one of his luxury cars, and finally eliminated the potential danger with black light.

This building does not belong to Rongju Company.

Therefore, Tom's death information was not promptly synchronized to the building's management server. And so...

The deceased company executive left Morton Building in his own car, following the flow of traffic.

When John went through security, his body was still dangling against the glass curtain wall on the 42nd floor.

Kong had been waiting for an opportunity to restart the conversation.

Assisting in the escape didn't take up much of its computing space; if it had gone all out, it would have wiped out the entire army long ago by following the network cable.

But that would alert internet censors and the SAT.

John couldn't possibly have survived.

So, while Kong was harassing the security company, he was also repeatedly pondering Raphael's true purpose.

[I've figured it out, the data board was killed to silence them!?]

"That's right, my God, you're so stupid, it's unbelievable that you're not even close to being an AI. What company would actually expect you to do calculations..."

John sighed.

[My reasoning was flawed. If you just tell me Raphael is a bad guy, I'll understand things even better than you do!]

"You underestimate your employer."

John tapped the steering wheel lightly and patiently drove through the cordon.

Tom's entourage was indeed impressive. As a senior executive at Rongju, he had a high level of vehicle authorization and was even allowed to use emergency lanes to cut in line.

The police officer waving a glow stick let him go.

John continued speaking.

"I only said I wanted a gun, but she gave me a weapon designed for the Fazaki Killer. Ha, what happens in this city can't escape the eyes of the middleman."

Think carefully about the task at hand.

Tom is a high-level corporate dog.

Would Raphael send a mercenary he doesn't know to handle a matter of life and death?

She knew the data board was greedy.

At the same time, she also knew that the data board was capable and would definitely be able to uncover Tom's dark little secrets.

"The water in here is too hot. Believe me, even if the data panel had come back alive and appeared at the rendezvous point that only he and Raphael knew, it would have died in the 'mission'."

John said with certainty.

He was able to think so deeply because he had met Olos.

Kong remained silent.

Just when John thought he was stunned, the AI suddenly asked him a question in his mind.

Just like you?

"kindness?"

A dangerous mission, trade secrets, and mercenaries who have narrowly escaped death are heading to a rendezvous point arranged by an intermediary.

"..."

John frowned.

Even worse, you sent the video over, leaving yourself with absolutely no leverage.

"...Fuck!"

Haha, bro, your wisdom seems limited.

John slammed his fist on the steering wheel and fumbled around in the passenger seat.

What are you looking for?

"I need a cigarette."

【uh-huh. 】

Kong took over the system, flipped the storage box, revealing a gold-plated lighter and half a box of Golden Apple Collection cigars.

【You're welcome.】

John fiddled with the lighter for a while, hesitated for a moment, then put the cigar in his pocket, wondering who he could give it to.

Kong was still letting his thoughts wander.

[Actually, Raphael had already let this matter go, but since you offered yourself up, she conveniently assigned you this task, ostensibly as an angry middleman in the "execution" and "revenge."]

"Actually, she wanted the trade secret. DataPad didn't have the ability to blackmail the arms company, but she could."

It's a bit of a shame.

I thought you were pretty close to Raphael!

"We know each other very well. She understands me. No wonder I always felt that this deal was not going smoothly no matter what I did. I've never been a corporate spy, but she threw me into a building with two hundred people."

John shook his head with a wry smile.

“She didn’t want me to live. As long as Gak is dead, it doesn’t matter whether we can get the secret or not, since there’s no loss anyway.”

Are middlemen really this bad?

"..."

John did not answer immediately.

He squinted and, through the car window, could see a variety of holographic projections crossing the fountain in the city center square.

In that dazzling, bubble-like light and shadow...

John pictured Oros holding his hand, the falcon's blood dripping from between their fingers.

"Yes, that's just how middlemen are."

John gave a wry smile, his tone tinged with regret.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but mercenaries aren't the righteous characters in the game. We're paid executioners, and our work has nothing to do with 'nobility'."

Kong let out a sigh of realization.

John could feel a surge within the car's infotainment system.

A few seconds later.

A grand and melancholic accompaniment emanated from the luxurious sound system, which, combined with the bizarre and dazzling cityscape outside the window, gave John goosebumps.

"...Where did you get the accompaniment?"

How about that, fitting the occasion?

"These are very old songs, completely different from the mass-produced commercial albums of today. Hmm... Do you have any with lyrics? I like listening to old songs sung by a raw, human voice."

[You have great taste, bro! Try this; it's the most popular road trip playlist from the era my database was in.]

Music change.

John raised an eyebrow as the old man's husky voice sang blues folk songs.

He gently patted the steering wheel.

A wave-shaped holographic projection appeared on the car window.

It was as if two children who had committed a terrible crime but escaped unscathed were celebrating with stolen fine wine!
"Let's find a car dismantling plant, sell this luxury car for cash, and then I'll take you out for some good food and have some fun."

John rubbed himself against the comfortable leather.

He suddenly sneered.

"Perhaps Raphael is looking for the next foolish mercenary and is on his way to execute me."

Fafmond's luxury car sped through the city streets.

Its speed wasn't elegant, nor was its driving arrogant enough; instead, it roamed recklessly on the outer ring road, its lane-changing maneuvers resembling those of an arrogant nouveau riche fool.

Perhaps... things aren't so bad.

Kenichi Sora's tone was somewhat hesitant.

"What kind of crazy idea have you come up with this time?"

[I wanted to say this earlier, but I kept quiet because the atmosphere was so tragic and sorrowful. We think Raphael wanted to silence you because you think Raphael sent you to your death...]

Its sound became quieter.

But you're alive and well.

That's because you're here.

Kenichi Sora took on all the hacking work for this mission.

Raphael knows I'm here.

"..."

John squinted.

[Right? So the reason she assigned you such demanding work is because you have a really awesome buddy!]

John found that what Kong said seemed to make sense.

"Should I go through the proper procedures, call the middleman to report the situation, and then what? What if she tells me to go to a designated location to pick up the promised weapon?"

Let's take the first step.

Kong's tone was relaxed.

But John could tell—it was thrilled with its own "cleverness".

Kong took John's free right hand and spun the golden lighter, leaving a blur.

[Mission target update]

Contact Raphael. (Optional)

[Silent Escape. (Optional)]

"Alright, I..."

John had just made up his mind when he found himself losing control of his hands and starting to violently turn the steering wheel.

The sound of emptiness exploded in my mind.

【careful! 】

boom--