My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 43 043: Involuntary Labor
Alloy RCH soars into Denny Street.

It flew over the slope and landed hard on the ground, making a long, sharp scraping sound in the parking lot.

The cameras turned around.

The security guards in the entire basement were paying attention to him. The customers walking down from the club were almost hit by a speeding motorcycle, and there was a lot of chaos around him.

There was a man sitting on the hood of a luxury car caressing a hot girl. After being disturbed, he started to curse.

"Shet! Are you drunk?"

"Watch the fucking road, you stupid idiot!"

……

Alloy door A31 opens.

John rolled over and vomited acidic water.

The robotic arm above the head began to move, cleaning the blood stains on the motorcycle and replenishing fuel according to the package John purchased...

There were also cameras in the garage, and John relied on his last sanity not to reveal his secret. He grabbed a sprinkler pipe and poured it over his head.

The bitingly cold solution mixed with detergent flowed into the body armor, soaking through the shirt and jacket.

John's temperature soared.

He couldn't remember how he took the elevator and walked through the corridor. All kinds of people seemed to pass by before he fell to the living room floor.

John ensured that the surroundings were safe before taking out a special inhibitor and inserting it into his neck.

[Redundancy is being cleared and calibration is completed. 】

"Hiss, Shet!"

John arched up as if on a shot of adrenaline.

The terrifying hallucinations quickly faded from sight.

He looked like a drowning man with his head out of the water.

The image of dismembering gangsters kept reappearing in his mind, and the feeling of the alloy blade cutting through flesh made him feel sick.

John stood under the sprinkler head.

The water curtain is opened to the maximum.

Hua Hua Hua——

He gasped, washed away the blood, wiped off the fog on the mirror and looked at himself.

"You're not a pervert...are you?"

The person in the mirror didn't answer.

Dirty clothes are rolling in the washing machine, free blues downloaded from the radio station are playing from the stereo, and the column projector is on standby, projecting product information from various companies in a loop.

It rained in Eden City, getting heavier and heavier.

John lay on the bed covered with soft blankets and thick cushions, putting his new alloy arm behind his head and fell asleep.

Night radio started coming online.

[Move your butt, poisonous insect, it’s time to wake up, I am your best Roy, open your eyes and take a look at this damn city...]

John took out the drying clothes.

His mental state has recovered a lot, and his thoughts are no longer confused. After hesitating for a moment, he reluctantly called up the contact and sent a message to the tie clip.

The coffee machine beeped.

While John was getting his cup, he got a call.

[Tie Clip: Good evening, John, why do you want Tiebang Logistics employee information? 】

"Is it necessary to get to the bottom of it?"

[Of course not, middlemen know best about confidentiality, but you are not my client, John. I only serve those idiots who earn top salaries in high-rise buildings, and you are the smart one. 】

"Haha, that's nice. Are you not willing to do this business with me?"

[There are many types of business. Stealing company information requires a lot of human connections. There are many nodes to get through so there will be no worries. 】

"Quote a price?"

【You can't afford it...】

The tie clip sighed and explained patiently.

[No offense intended, and don’t hang up the phone in a hurry. Put yourself in your shoes and think about it. I can use those connections to make a lot of money, master all kinds of dirty information, and even save lives at critical moments. And how much profit do I want to extract from you? Is it worth it? 】

"Excuse me, just text me back, you're wasting your time on the phone."

[Don’t worry, John, I find you have a strange prejudice against me. It would be beneficial for both of us to explain the stakes clearly, and by making this call I was willing to help. 】

"What do you mean?"

[I don’t want to make money from you, I prefer win-win cooperation... I need some time to get what you want, and during this period you have to deal with some troublesome things for me, don’t worry, the reward will be paid separately, I never Treat no one badly. 】

John couldn't think of a better way for the time being. In fact, he called to ask for a price. He had been spending crazy money recently and couldn't afford it at all. "Okay, are you alive now?"

[There really is one. I have a customer who ordered something from the Exile. The coordinates will be sent to you later. Help me bring it back alive. 】

"Alive? What the hell..."

[Little cutie, you will know. The specific items will be delivered to you downstairs later. 】

The tone of the tie clip was playful, and he definitely didn't mean anything good. He laughed twice and hung up the phone.

Cabinet once said:

The tie clip is the middleman who mediates between the company's management. Whether it is a big or small matter such as obtaining employee information, going to him to solve it is the most reliable and cost-effective way.

John couldn't think of any other way for the time being.

[Mission target update]

[Help Tiepin deal with his employer's troubles before he gets the information. (unacommpolished)】

Information popped up in front of John's eyes.

This is the first update on the progress of the main mission, which shows that he has finally taken steps in a certain direction. It also shows that the tie clip may really be able to get what he wants.

John stood up, put on his equipment, and selected his weapon.

I have been using the technical rifle Zebra GUB recently, and I feel more comfortable picking up the fully equipped Alligator after a long time. Perhaps it is because the stronger arm strength improves the control of kinetic energy weapons.

There is another important factor - the price of electromagnetic bombs is a bit expensive. He is poor now, so it is more cost-effective for the province to spend more money.

John tidied up, and when he didn't receive any news until dawn, he decided to go downstairs to find some food.

He walked out of the elevator. All the night shift servers had gone home, and they were gathering to complain and chat.

The girl smoking next to the elevated floor raised her chin at John and laughed.

"Macho man, are you sober or the medicine has worn off?"

"You looked so majestic when you came back yesterday."

The members of the Black Gold Gang gathered together to play iron, and there was a stereo playing rap music next to them. The leader of the group made gestures to John.

"Hey, brother, you broke off the rear wing of a rich man's sports car in the VIP area last night, and you even scared his girl."

John was confused: "Fake, is this happening?"

"The surveillance camera captured the thief very clearly... That idiot said he wanted to kill you. Mr. Vito came forward to help you settle the matter."

"I'll go and thank him in person after I'm done."

"Hmm, pay attention to the dosage, don't get high and die on the road."

"Thanks man."

John came closer and bumped fists with him - he had recently stayed in the Black Gold Gang's territory for a long time, and he had also learned some greeting skills.

He didn't expect that the film would be broken last night when he was ill. It may be that strong emotional stimulation caused memory confusion.

【Danny Street-Food Court】

In the cyberpunk era, the center of the farm economy has shifted towards fuel, with coarsely ground food and synthetic food occupying the civilian market.

Although the food in their mouths is no more than sawdust, the people at the bottom still squeeze out their creativity to satisfy their appetites.

John sat in front of the stall facing the street, his back facing the advertising projection.

He pressed the last half of the sweet sauce burger into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, drank another half of the energy drink, stood up and walked to the underground garage.

There is a package in front of the sign A31.

John picked up the things and walked into his garage, stood in front of the metal table surrounded by light strips and poured the things out.

Four heavy objects wrapped in oil paper rolled down.

[Item: Mixed fresh meat]

[Weight: 20kg*4]

[Manufacturer: Coron Cansibi Ranch]

John looked at the things in front of him with curiosity and confusion - the residents of Eden City only ate fresh meat once or twice a year on average.

There was also a fund card in the package.

The tie clip also received a mission call at this time.

[John, have you got the things? 】

"You can have things delivered to my door, but can't you just bring the money to the Exile to trade?"

John was particularly wary of tie clips.

"Please clear things up, I don't want to be taken advantage of."

　Thank you to Bai Nu Piao Zai for becoming a regular employee and Yu Xiao for the reward.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)