My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 27 027: It’s all business

The Black Gold Gang surrounded John in the middle.

He only felt that there were roars all around him, and gold chains as thick as his thumb were shaking.

The scanner starts.

Their firearms mainly use kinetic micro-impulse, and their prosthetic modifications mainly focus on subcutaneous armor.

Seeing that John didn't say anything, a man tilted his pistol and approached him step by step, trying to push him further.

Da Da Da~
John raised his gun and fired, staring at him, before emptying the magazine toward the ceiling.

The deafening noise around him disappeared.

"Whoa, oh, man."

The guy who tried to get closer also quickly pulled away.

The members of the Black Gold Gang also expanded the encirclement. Their weapons were loaded and the metal gun body and mechanical prosthetic limbs collided together, making a chaotic sound.

John's expression remained calm.

He is a man who can let go of the steering wheel at a speed of 300 yards. Recently, he has been exposed to bullets and bullets at every turn, and he has learned to pretend to be calm under high pressure.

John looked around:

Black men wearing white vests and hoods, even their mechanical prostheses were modified with gold and graffiti colors, as if they were going to shoot themselves into pieces in the next second.

But the most important thing is...

John felt no murderous intent among these gang members.

They are different from the MacDos Gang and the Nocturne thugs. They don't have the crazy energy to break up with you if they don't agree with you. Instead, they are a bit pretentious.

To put it bluntly, I am just relying on the large number of people to scare you, and I have no intention of risking my life.

The Black Gold Gang can control the territory of the Western District, but they must not give in when trouble comes. The other party is aggressive but does not want to fight, which makes people feel that things are not simple.

John ignored their cries and took out a fragmentation grenade from the ammunition bag.

The things were found in the loot.

A lethal weapon with a conventional explosive charge and a four-meter radius of destruction could seriously injure the gang members surrounding John.

"Houseit, what the hell are you doing!"

"Don't move, put down your weapon."

The surrounding gang members were alert.

John calmly pulled off the safety bolt: "Shut the dog's mouth, you guys are making my hands shake because of the noise. I am allergic to the muzzle of the gun. If a shark coin goes off and kills me, the grenade will explode without eyes."

The atmosphere suddenly became anxious.

The other party tried to create a distance.

John turned around and stared at the people in the outermost circle, holding the grenade and approaching step by step. He took as many steps back as possible, and then acted as if he was about to throw it at any time.

So the gangsters didn't dare to move.

The two sides were at loggerheads inside, and another black extended commercial vehicle parked outside the factory.

A black man wearing a nanotube suit jacket came out. He approached the encirclement and took off his gold-rimmed sunglasses and fastened them on his collar, revealing a pair of lion-like eyes.

His temples were gray and there was a golden heat dissipation line on his cheeks.

There are several gold rings with complicated shapes on the mechanical palm, and the watch is also of noble style.

He saw the scene clearly and waved his hand to ask the surrounding gang members to put down their weapons.

"Take it easy, young man."

He calmed down the restlessness with his eyes, eased the tense situation, and then took the initiative to step forward. He nodded at John first, and then personally stretched out his hand to snap back the pop-up grenade safety pin.

The gangster who was originally the leader also took the initiative to stand behind him, crossed his arms and glared at John.

The visitor introduced himself.

"Vito Russell, head of West End Mall."

He is powerful and has a high status. Originally, he could just sit in the car and watch for such a small thing.

But Vito Russell is different from the pretentious boss in the new era.

He is the kind of person who is willing to step in to solve troubles - he will help the young people below to assess the situation and minimize unnecessary casualties.

Vito spread his thick palms: "You are impressive, but why don't I remember such a young man in the West End?"

"John."

John picked up the grenade and shook his hand briefly. Vito turned his attention to the guys on the ground: "What's going on here?"

"The little thief stole my car and received the lesson he deserved."

"There are no fatal injuries. You are a generous and kind gentleman. To be honest, we are also here for these guys."

Vito spoke in a calm tone, stating his purpose. "They have crossed the line within the jurisdiction of the Black Gold Gang. I need to take them away to calm the public anger first and then give an explanation to many people."

"I'm afraid not, sir."

John shook his head and refused.

The black people around him were visibly angry.

Their eyes changed, and they were really considering killing someone.

John turned a blind eye and only talked to Vito.

"I am also a victim. From the perspective of street dignity, I paid to rent a house within the scope of the Black Money Gang, but suffered property damage."

John's brows gradually furrowed and he did not give in.

"With all due respect, Mr. Vito, if you had found these thieves first, would you have sent my stolen car back to the underground garage?"

Vito Russell didn't answer.

A golden data stream flashed across his pupils, and after a brief search for information, John received a sum of money in his account.

Vito said:

"The apartment rent will be returned to you as compensation for our improper security measures, but I have to take these young people away because they involve some business that you are not comfortable asking about."

A flash of realization flashed through John's mind.

In front of everyone, he raised his rifle and knocked Piotr Mercado unconscious with the butt.

Mr. Vito's face looked a little sad.

John stepped forward very seriously and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "I took a job at the tie clip and asked me to bring this guy back alive. I hope you can understand."

Mr. Vito narrowed his eyes when he heard the name of the tie clip.

He looked at John meaningfully for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and both parties understood each other tacitly, and then... he waved his hand to ask the gunman to clear the way.

Piotr was not very heavy and was tied up like a pig on the back seat of a motorcycle.

John took out a syringe and gave him a shot to suffocate his life, then rode the alloy RCH towards the oldest cross-city bridge in the West District.

[Eden City-Laoqiaodong, West District]

The aerial vehicle track passes through Bilenborg and the inner ring neighborhood. The ditch that was originally a flood discharge has been dry for many years and is now covered with graffiti and various debris. It is often used as a location for illegal transactions.

[Mission target update]

[Clear the money and goods with the tie clip guy. (unacommpolished)】

John sat on the steps smoking.

The black jeep drove up the undulating sand and stopped in front of him. Two or three strong men in leather pants came over. Without saying a word, they squatted down and plugged in the data cable, confirming Piotr Mercado's biological information.

the leading strong man asked.

"Is he still alive?"

"Sleep as sweet as a baby."

"Okay, you are John. You did a good job this time. We took away the people and the car. The reward will be credited to your account later."

The last person down gets to touch the Ethan Berg motorcycle.

John calmly took out the gun: "I pulled out the chip, and now it contains live ammunition that can kill people."

The strong man explained calmly:
"This car is temporarily loaned to you by your employer. The reward will be paid to you in full, and the firearms and chips will be kept for use. But to deal with a few thieves, you need an alloy RCH... It's a bit greedy, man. "

John ignored him and held up his gun without moving.

The tie clip called now.

[John, that’s great. It’s good that you escaped smoothly. I heard that you brought Piotr with you. What’s going on now? 】

"You tricked me."

John's tone was cold.

　Thanks to Yuxiao, Zhou Ningnian, and Daidailang for their rewards~
　　Thank you guys!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)