My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 3 003: Operators and Dealers
Experienced homeless people know this - you cannot spend the night in a landfill, as it will easily be crushed into cubes.

Toot, toot, toot.

It’s time for the regular weekly cleanup.

The program started, the giant unmanned pusher rolled over, and the sheds and steel debris were stacked together by hydraulic plates.

The scanner buzzed, and the parts originally used to exclude life forms had long since been scrapped.

It turned around and headed towards John.

"call!"

John was awakened by the shock. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a pile of approaching steel cones. He barely dodged it before being crushed by the garbage.

The crisis is not over.

The huge cube of garbage rolled down behind him, its sharp raised edges plowing deep dents, almost grazing his body.

John hurriedly fled to higher ground.

He was panting and looking back with lingering fear. He saw more than a dozen heavy machinery rumbling like monsters crawling in the swamp.

"Wait, I was cured?"

John reacted and checked his body in disbelief - the high fever had subsided, the weakness had disappeared, he felt his belly again, and he even had appetite!

After being excited and calming down again, he now faced two situations.

The first.

He might be completely crazy.

Everything in front of me is the last fantasy of a cyberpsychotic before his death.

The second.

I am not crazy. The written tasks in my mind are useful. If you follow the instructions, the black light will not kill you.

if it is like this……

John has to consider the issue of survival. How will he survive in the city of Eden after losing his job?

Well, that’s it for now, let’s eat first.

[Eden City-Youdong Street]

As the name suggests, gasoline barrels can be seen everywhere, and the paint peeling off the steel surface is replaced by bullet holes and graffiti.

Homeless people and gang members gather here, use combustible materials to raise flames, and share work information, street intelligence, and prohibited items with each other.

[Shop-Black Engine Restaurant]

The most eye-catching storefront on Youtong Street.

John sat at the peeling bar counter, devouring a plate of food. He had been suffering from illness for a long time and had not enjoyed the joy of eating for a long time.

The boss is a muscular man.

Both of his hands are prosthetic, which makes him look particularly cool when bartending drinks, and it hurts when he uses them to beat up troublesome assholes.

He patted the table: "Meal money."

John stopped, raised his head, looked at him and chewed: "I am penniless now, can I exchange it for something else?"

"Zombie, do you think this place looks like a charity?"

"I kid you not, I have a few chips on me. If you can introduce me to a dealer who collects stolen goods, I will pay double the price of the meal."

All the money collected in the clinic was spent on buying materials.

John had nothing of value except a bunch of banned chips in his pocket.

He was dragged to the bar and punched.

The boss's prosthetic limb is very powerful. He must have been a gang member in the past. At this time, he stared at a pair of bear eyes and roared at John:

"No one dares to make trouble here!"

"Cough cough."

John didn't resist, said. "If being beaten can buy me a mouthful of food, at least let me finish the noodles on the plate. It tastes really good..."

The spirit of seeing death as home.

Respect and praise food.

John didn't know what impressed his boss. After washing the dishes during the dinner rush, the boss let him go.

After the boss threw him out, he also threw out another business card.

Front: Black Engine Restaurant-Gnaeus
[New contact person-Gnaeus]

John turned the card over. On the back was a handwritten address.

He raised his hood again, walked through the red light district of Youdong Street at night, and walked into the smelly underground passage.

Venomous bugs, pimps, mercenaries...

They walked through ruins covered with graffiti in all directions.

John found the house number and knocked on the roller shutter door.

Bang bang bang.

The loud noise spread far away, the camera on the pillar was activated, and infrared rays passed over him.

[Scan detected, no signs of hacking]

The men inside made sure John was unarmed and the rolling shutter door was raised from the inside.

Halfway through the process, a large-caliber revolver was pressed against John's chin and pulled him in.

"You don't seem to understand the rules. Tell me, who told you the address?"

"Gnaeus introduced me. I was desperate and asked him to recommend me a dealer who collects stolen goods."

"Dealer? Be respectful, I am the best second-hand dealer on Youdong Street!"

the man added.

The lights in the warehouse were turned on, revealing a monitor and two rows of empty shelves, as if it was a store ready for business.

"Call me Cupboard."

"Sounds like Santa Claus."

"It could also be that if you abide by my rules, I will be as gentle as an old man with a white beard. Otherwise, you will die miserably."

The cabinets are in a punk style.

Her hair was purple and her clothes were long leather jackets with spikes.

"Remember my rules, no knocking on the door before eight o'clock in the evening. I sell goods on odd numbers and receive goods on even numbers. I have one week off every month."

"receive."

John shrugged.

Click.

The cupboard lights a cigarette.

He was wearing a metal half-mask, his eyeballs were glowing, and he seemed to be connected to a monitor. The smoke is inserted into the hole of the metal mask, and the smoke escapes from the vertical filter.

He handed the box to John, but when he was rejected, he took it back to his waist.

When the trench coat was lifted up, a brass-colored large-caliber revolver was revealed.

"Fu~"

The cupboard blew out a puff of smoke and looked at the customer in front of him: "What do you have to sell me?"

John took out the chips from his pocket and threw them all on the table.

The cupboard picked up one of them, scanned it for virus, and inserted it directly into the data slot behind his head. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows, blew a lewd whistle, and looked at John with surprised eyes.

"The taste is unique, pure and without advertising. Can you tell me where you got the product?"

"My previous collection, now that I'm unemployed, I use it to exchange for money to make ends meet."

"are you kidding me?"

Cabinet narrowed his eyes. "I deal with well-dressed scum every day, and to be honest, you don't smell like that."

"Are you going to be so detailed when collecting dirt? Why don't I scan my biometric information for you and then sit down and record a confession?"

"Hahaha."

The cabinet didn't ask any further questions.

He counted the number in front of John, and tested every chip in the anti-virus software.

John leaned against the wall and waited quietly.

The subway rumbled through the tunnel above them, masking the faint sound of gunfire.

“The best second-hand dealer, why don’t you find a nice shop?”

"Haha, you are too young. This place is connected in all directions and there are many secret passages. It is right next to the subway entrance."

The cabinet raised the chip in his hand. "Respectable gentlemen and ladies, you only need to stay at the platform for 15 minutes to spend money on your special fetishes."

He stood up and flicked a card.

"I bet you don't know the goods, but I don't do deceptive business, and the price I give you is very fair."

Snapped!
John caught the thrown white card and swiped it in front of the magnetic slot of the prosthesis, and a considerable amount of money was added to his account.

He put the empty card into his pocket and asked again: "Do you have any job recommendations?"

"If you want to apply for a job, please contact Gnaeus. I am a second-hand dealer. If you want to buy or sell goods, please contact me."

"Then what do you sell?"

"Weapons, equipment, ammunition, assorted contraband."

The cupboard said, kicking open the box.

There was a pile of arms on display inside, all common street goods.

Although John has recovered, he is just an unemployed transport worker, not a cyberpunk mercenary who lives up to his standards.

The black light in his mind is very strong...

But not every Shark Coin enemy will take the initiative to dive deep into his consciousness.

"I really need someone to defend myself. Well, how much does that revolver of yours cost?"

"Not for sale."

Cabinet shook his head and took the last puff of his cigarette. "For good weapons, you have to find parts and modify them yourself. If you want to be lazy... just find a famous bad guy on the street, destroy him, and use the ready-made ones."

"I don't want to die yet."

John lowered his head and groped in the box, and chose a silenced pistol equipped with high-standard armor-piercing bullets.

It's very expensive. It's just for life-saving, so I don't dare to save it.

[Shop-Black Engine Restaurant]

There were many guests at night and it was quite lively.

Jingle bell bell~
John pushed the door open, swiped twice the amount of the meal into the blank bank card, and then threw the card on the bar.

He sat down.

"Let's get something to eat."

Gnaeus brought the spaghetti bolognese and poured an extra glass of cold beer.

"what's your name?"

"John."

He replied without raising his head, ate hungrily, and took two more gulps of wine.

When you choke, it feels so good to drink it down.

hiccup~
John burped loudly, then raised his head and asked Gnaeus: "Is there a job suitable for people like me? I want to make a living, and the cabinet said you can provide suggestions."

"What kind of person are you and where do you come from?" asked Gnaeus.

"City."

John made sure that no one was paying attention and quietly opened the collar of his coat, revealing the dirty uniform underneath and the logo of Tiebang Logistics.

Gnaius frowned: "Company dog?"

"Smile at the poor but not at the prostitute. Man, back then I either starved to death or ran long distances for the company. What did you want me to choose? I was just a low-level transport worker, and I was the kind who was completely abandoned."

[Main Mission: The Truth of the Accident]

[Description: Find out the inside story of the last work and understand the accident. 】

[Reward: Prosthetic limb [Model-T17]]

John was stunned and said nothing.

Gnaeus stared at him for a long time, leaned on the bar with his arms raised, and said:
"If you want to find work, you can either join a gang to keep warm, or become a mercenary and find a middleman to take over the work."

"Does it have to be this way?"

"Don't look at the superior and be inferior to others, boy, every big shot in Eden City rose from the gutter."

"I just hate working for others."

"You don't have to be loyal to a certain force, but you have to remember that you have to work to have food. Once you save enough money, you will have more choices. Start a business, modify a car to use for transportation, or upgrade your prosthetic limbs to pick up children. The kind of dangerous job where the knife tip licks blood."

Gnaeus thought for a moment and then said.

"Anyway, you go buy some clothes first and change the company's skin, and then I will introduce you to a job."

"Thank you, Gnaeus."

After John finished speaking, new words flashed before his eyes.

[Side Mission: A New Beginning]

[Description: Get your first income]

[Reward: Collection of robot drawings [Model-T05]]

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