My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 23 023: The pack and the lone wolf
Nando was visibly haggard when he came to see John.

But he always has a determined look and a confident look. He is a leader who makes the team feel at ease.

Nando shared some information.

The Damascus camp held a simple funeral for the deceased, using the unique way of paying tribute to the wanderers.

Salazi's death is also good news to relieve anger.

"The missile launcher that attacked us has been found. It's a European product. I don't know where Saraqi got it. This shark coin was not used for big things, but it was used for ambushes and robberies. It's really impressive to me..."

"Good stuff, what are you going to do with it?"

"There are only two rounds of ammunition left. There is no need to keep them for your own use. You can find an arms dealer to buy them."

Overall, this trip was quite fruitful.

The core materials were received smoothly, and the overall strength only increased.

Nando paid John an extra generous reward - if he and Elona hadn't broken the siege, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

John accepted it with peace of mind.

He had no intention of lingering and immediately went to the maintenance area to pick up the car. After all, that was the reward he was most looking forward to.

It's as busy as the parking lot.

Sarazi and his Outcasts contributed many vehicles.

Most of the people in the camp who can repair cars came to help. They first dismantled all the accessories of the trophies, and then assembled new cars according to their own needs.

It's a bit like an offline gathering for vehicle enthusiasts.

"Hey, John!"

Screwdriver sat on the basket and raised his beer towards him. "When I come down and take you to see the car, you'll be absolutely crazy!"

John felt several glances.

There are many hot girls in the camp, all wearing vests, bending over to work with their wheat-colored skin exposed, or gathering together to rest in the shade.

They made lewd remarks to John in public and threatened to eat him alive.

"You are the first driver to take Elona off a cliff. Some girls just want to test their driving skills with you, while others love your face."

The screwdriver wiped the oil off the prosthetic leg with thinner.

He kept teasing.

"Be careful when passing empty RVs, don't get dragged in. If you want one, just pretend I didn't warn you."

"I'm so injured."

"It's just a broken rib, not a broken gun."

The screwdriver seems to know a lot about it.

Walking into the maintenance area, you can see stacked large containers, and the two floors are all opened up to serve as a workshop.

Black materials are spread all over the place, which is full of technological content.

Elona's car is also here - the horrible Miles MT450 is hung in the middle, full of data cables, and several robotic arms are cutting.

There is no need to repair it. We can only remove the accessories and systems to try to recover some losses.

Ethan Berg lay deep in the warehouse.

John lifted the dust-free cloth with his own hands, and the brand new matte paint came into view, giving him the excitement of a new original car.

"As per your request, all the flashy external light strips have been removed."

The screwdriver handed over the tablet.

Inside are the specific parameters.

The color of the entire car has been repainted, using Gaia cell biological paint, and there is a high-tenacity anti-scratch film inside.

The body of the car has been maintained and reinforced.

"The armor modules are the highest specification that can be found in the camp. If you want to go further, you can only go to the black market and exchange them for new models from big companies."

Screwdriver and John got into the car.

"The beautiful and luxurious carbon fiber instrument panel and frameless display can dynamically display all vehicle data."

The front windshield is also installed.

Plato's Cellular Bulletproof Netting.

Equipped with optical sensing and thermal imaging scanning, it can also synchronize scanning information to the prosthetic eyes of people in the car when connected to Bluetooth.

"I heard you wanted a tracking plug-in?"

"Yes."

John looked at the dismantled MT450 in front. "I experienced this once when I was on a mission with Elona. The modeling and navigation was pretty cool!"

"You have your car too."

"It's so cool. Are they the same model?" "I guarantee it will be exactly the same." Screwdriver said with a smile. "It was taken off Miles."

"WTF?"

"Don't worry, Elona agreed."

The screwdriver slides across the screen to display the ammunition preparation interface. "The weapon module you are most looking forward to is also installed, but the actual effect is worrying. After all, the selling point of the Ethan Berg supercar is its maneuverability and speed..."

The weapon section of the Silver Cavalry is made like a toy, and the built-in magazine can only hold ammunition for the electromagnetic submachine gun.

John has good driving skills and has high requirements for maneuverability.

If you add external weapon components, it will transform from a light luxury supercar into a non-mainstream assembled product.

Not only is it ugly, it also affects the driving feel.

John expressed his understanding. After all, he did not pursue the lethality of the car.

Silver Cavalry groaned and left the container with a roar.

This car has been extensively repaired and upgraded, and the imprint of the Maddox gang has been washed away, turning it into a car that is uniquely John's.

He walked around outside before returning to the camp to refuel.

The fuel used by Ethan Berg is CHOOH2.

This is a synthetic alcohol invented by Gaia Cell Company. After the energy crisis was solved by temperature-controlled crops, most vehicles on the market switched to similar fuels.

John sent a message to say goodbye to Nando, but looked up and saw Elona.

She was wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt with her hood raised. The exposed palm implant was not wrapped in industrial leather and was obviously still in the repair stage.

"Nando asked me to ask you, do you want to join the camp?"

Elona's tone remained calm.

John still shook his head and refused. "I don't have a good relationship with my colleagues."

"It's not colleagues, it's family."

"Sorry Elona, ​​I prefer to get paid to do things."

“Isn’t the Damascus camp bad?”

Elona is not a stalker, she is really confused. "Equipment, funds, helpers, whatever you need the camp will give you."

"Hey, forget it."

John sat in the cab and interrupted her with a smile. "Occupying resources means taking responsibility. You are a pack of wolves, and I am a solitary animal..."

He said it from the bottom of his heart.

"I feel at ease doing tasks to earn money and spend it myself. I don't want to cause trouble to others, and I don't want to be dragged down by various relationships."

Elona sighed helplessly.

She turned to take out a long black box: "Extra reward."

John took it with some surprise, put it on his lap and opened it - a beautiful tungsten steel dagger embedded in hardened black foam.

[Collection: Ion Short Blade]

[Description: A relic of the Exile Sarazi. If you dare to put this experimental weapon in your arm, you are not far from cyberpsychosis. 】

"Make it a souvenir. It's good to display at home. Don't keep it to yourself, or it will cause big problems."

Elona remembered Nando's instructions and reminded her again.

"Your name has spread in the camp. Everyone wants to know you. There will be new jobs asking for your help recently. Don't worry, the pay will be generous."

"Send me a message."

“It doesn’t have to be me, maybe Nando or someone else.”

Elona lifted up her sleeves to reveal her frayed arms. "I'm going on a long trip to upgrade my prosthetic body recently. I won't be in Eden City for the time being."

"take care."

"You should also rest for a while." Elona turned around and waved her hand. "Stop being in the news."

John was noncommittal.

He had a good impression of Elona - she was straightforward in her speech and her force was off the charts when going on missions.

[Mission: Wildfire (Completed)]

John touched the gullwing steering wheel, the feel of the leather making him feel happy.

Turn on the radio and drive leisurely towards the city.

On the way he dialed the housing agent's number.

"Hello, welcome to call Yiju, we provide the best quality house rental and buying and selling services..."

　Thanks to Scorching Goblin, Yuxiao, Book Friends 20230310122326395, Modern Pumpkin Wizard, Book Friends 20210309203040822 for the reward

　　
　
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