My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 4 004: Makeover

[Shop-Black Engine Restaurant]

John had nowhere to go and had to stay in the restaurant.

Gnaeus lent him the bathroom and slatted bed on the condition that he would help wash the wine glasses for dinner.

He offered to pay the rent, but the boss said——

"Your new life has just begun. There are many places to spend money. If you can exchange your strength for something on the street, don't waste money."

into the night.

John took a nice bath.

The pressurized water was strong, washing away blood clots and the stench from the landfill.

The scene in the black clinic keeps flashing back in my mind...

Exploding fire sprinklers.

There were corpses all over the ground.

The flickering circuit.

He wiped off the water mist on the glass, and found himself in the mirror familiar yet unfamiliar:

He has short brown hair, a high nose bridge, and slightly sharp eyebrows. The arrogance cultivated by the company has been smoothed by life and death, and there is a perseverance in his eyes.

John found an oil drum at the back door of the restaurant, burned the clothes with the company's logo on them to ashes, and lit a cigarette with the fire.

He looked at the neon lights in the distance in a daze.

The cold black outlines the tall buildings.

"Hello, Eden City."

……

John got up early in the morning and walked along the city ring to the city. There were many street shops along the border patrolled by drones.

They sell clothes, shoes, hats, etc., and the styles are updated from time to time. If you spend money, you can also buy firearms, body armor, and even implants that are popular online.

The company controls the e-commerce platform, drones deliver goods around the clock, and the real-time dressing software can try on clothes online...

It’s difficult for physical stores to survive without cutting corners.

John bought a shirt and trousers, and carefully compared the weapons in several stores - the prices were lower than those in the cupboard, and the firearms were inferior, but the armor was somewhat interesting.

[Equipment: Hidden bulletproof vest]

[Description: Hitti industrial improved model, the king of cost performance. 】

A description appeared before John's eyes.

He paid for it and added a loose jacket to the outside, making it easier to switch identities between respectable people and street thugs.

Eden City has a very free style of dressing and is extremely tolerant.

There are two types of people whose clothes are particularly exaggerated.

One is a shark coin gangster who is so low that he explodes.

The other type is the big shots with big names. Their clothes often need to be customized and modified to meet certain special needs. They are high in technology and difficult to collect materials. After wearing them, they can improve their combat effectiveness.

If you're lucky enough to take out one of them...

In addition to taking away wealth and weapons, don't forget to take off priceless clothes, of course, provided you don't die.

Eden City is a huge and complex crime city.

There are plenty of stories and loot hidden around the corners.

If you diligently explore streets, buildings, underground passages, etc., you may find some discarded or lost stolen goods.

These clothes are risky.

If you don't know what kind of blood debt and crime a piece of dirt carries, don't put it on yourself easily, otherwise you will be easily shot.

The work introduced by Gnaeus is related to this.

John is going to meet a dealer who specializes in collecting and cleaning second-hand clothing.

[Mission target update]

[Go to the designated location, report Gnaeus’ name, deliver the packaged goods outside the city, and have the person in charge of the camp confirm and sign for receipt. [unacommpolished]】

The words in John's head change depending on the actual situation.

[Youtong Street-Junction]

John smelled a strong burning smell as soon as he got close, and experienced a fierce gun battle in the abandoned factory area.

The ground was in chaos and fires were everywhere.

"Lost?"

A hard object pressed against John's back.

The silenced pistol on his waist was also pulled out by the other party.

John couldn't help complaining: "It's so stupid. Why do I get pointed at gunpoint every time I trade!?"

The attacker walked up to the front.

John was the first to notice the opponent's weapon.

[Weapon: Rum electromagnetic short gun-VI single shot]

[Module: No hacking module]

She lifted up her hood, revealing her blond hair slicked back, flaxen skin, and a pair of twinkling cobalt blue eyes that swept across John's body.

[Scan detected, no signs of hacking]

John has seen the world at Tiebang Logistics.

This woman speaks coldly, is tall and walks silently, and the black implant in her palm is definitely a high-end product.

A standard killing machine.

With his hands raised and his face expressionless, John said before she fired, "Gnaeus asked me to come here to deliver."

"Are you John?"

A second-hand dealer who was covered in wounds came out, confirmed John's identity and said to the woman holding the gun. "Alona, ​​he's the driver."

The crisis is over, and John gets his gun back.

"So, what's going on here?"

"You're late." The dealer shook his head and sighed, "The goods you were about to deliver were snatched away by a group of exiles."

“What are they doing grabbing second-hand clothes?”

"It's for the van. I modified the speakers and just played some bad rock music from the 20s to attract these crazy people."

The dealer kicked the oil drum. "Oh, bad luck!"

The woman named Elona didn't speak. She turned around to inspect the scene. Her prosthetic eyes were constantly calculating and scanning the tire tracks at the scene.

John pursed his lips. "What about her?"

"Elonna, the war mother of the Damascus camp, is also your employer. Originally, you were going to drive these clothes to the new camp outside the city. Now that the things have been robbed, she is here to solve the problem."

While talking, she came over.

"You have two choices now."

Elona looked at John. "The job is cancelled. Leave here, or come with me to get the things back. It's more dangerous. The commission will increase."

[Mission target update]

[Retrieve the stolen goods. [Optional]]

John nodded and followed, checking the pistol before leaving.

Alona took him to an off-road vehicle outside the warehouse.

"WTF?"

John was stunned on the spot.

Thunder Miles-Beast Series MT450.

Black skull paint, honeycomb bulletproof armor, all-terrain tires and a thickened roll-over-resistant frame.

"If you drool on the car, I'll break your ribs."

Elona said expressionlessly.

She threw away the car keys, picked up a body-length bag with one hand and got into the passenger seat.

John sat in the driver's seat, stroking the art of leather and steel, and the surging feeling of the roaring engine made him want to moan.

"Can you drive?" Elona frowned.

She was going to be shot in the passenger seat.

If there is a problem with the driver's IQ or technique, it will affect her performance.

John tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"I can do any form of transportation you can imagine."

buzz~
The muscular beast roared, splashing mud and sand, and rushed onto the ring road.

"Connect the system."

Elona pressed her temples and her blue prosthetic eyes flashed. She saw John's slightly hesitant look and added.

"The firewall is for military use. You can't hack me."

"Ok."

John pressed the car port, pulled out the Bluetooth chip and inserted it into the data slot.

[Confirm to connect to data terminal? Sure. 】

Black light roared, and silence invaded.

Firewalls are useless.

[Beast Miles car system (hacked)]

John held back his voice.

Elona's prosthetic eyes were still blinking, and she didn't realize that her car had been hacked.

[Holographic navigation is loading...]

A 3D projection appeared in front of John and Elona, ​​simulating the driving path of the van on the road.

"Follow the trail and hold on to the steering wheel."

“What an awesome plug-in.”

John sighed.

He has been in the company's transportation business for many years.

I have only heard of and seen combatants using this technology, but I don’t have the money to experience the charm of advanced plug-ins.

The accelerator roars and the beast flies.

The car rushed out of the city ring line and saw a van driving in front, swaying left and right like a drunkard.

The blaring music could be heard from afar.

Several exiles sat on the windows with half of their bodies exposed, shouting strangely and shooting into the air with their guns.

John started to speed up.

The car turned on hostile infrared scanning, and a thermal imaging outline appeared on the glass. The number of people and sitting postures in the van could be clearly seen.

"What a nice car."

He let out a sigh of envy.

next second.

One long leg stepped on the dashboard in front of the passenger seat.

[Equipment: High-top porcelain military Martin boots]

Elona opened the passenger sunroof, her short blond hair flying in the wind, picked up the rocket launcher, and leaned out while holding on to the car frame.

　Thanks to Mo Si Fanatic for the reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)