My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 44 044: Baby
[I have a client who loves small animals and wants to expand his collection, but you know, living things other than cockroaches are hard to come by these days. After birds began to become extinct, most creatures had to be illegally smuggled and transported across cities to obtain them. 】

The tie clip was introduced patiently.

[You have seen how high the risk is outside the city, just look at the Damascus camp, but you have to do this job alone, because I am contacting their deadly enemy, a smuggling exile leader named Tiezhi Kumbu , It turned out that our business talks were so good that I even got the goods to the suburbs of Eden...]

"The results of it?"

John knew there was a twist.

[Have you paid attention to the cyberspace explosion of warehouses in the city two days ago? 】

"It's so stupid. Why is everyone involved in this shit?"

[Haha, there are so many people involved in this matter. The shark coin of Kombu is deeply trapped in it. Plato and Gaia Cell have offered a huge reward for his life. So, do you understand? 】

"Did you sell him to the company!?"

[I don’t admit it, nor deny it. Although the deal with me failed, Kunbu also escaped from death and saved his life. The company’s army didn’t have the ability to kill him. And if he survived, he had to kneel down and tell me. A word of thanks. 】

"It's two-faced business again, isn't it? Damn it, you made him so miserable, and then you turned around and asked me to make a deal?"

[Hey, it’s not that bad. It’s useless for Kunbu to hold the goods. Rather than rotting in his hands, it’s better to find another buyer to sell it... right? 】

John said nothing.

He even wanted to hang up the phone.

[Don’t worry, John, I changed the channel to contact the other party. Don’t mention my name during the transaction. Who can guess? You pretend to be another buyer who likes small animals, and then bring the things into the city steadily. 】

There was a sigh from the tie clip.

[This batch of goods is in the hands of Kunbu's brother. I have investigated it. There are not many that can be bought. If you can't do it, just grab it. Don't worry, no matter what method you use to get something, I won't take back the fund card, and the reward will be paid separately. 】

The tie clip was absolutely certain, but if he really believed his lies, not even the bones would be left.

He seemed to think there was something wrong with this trip, so he changed his tone and said in a rather helpless voice.

[You can't help it, John. My client is very powerful and can definitely help you get the list you want. 】

"..."

The phone hangs up.

[Task: Little Cutie]

[Reward: Remuneration (floating)]

John packed up the package and threw it into the passenger seat of the Silver Cavalry. He turned on the accelerator and left the underground garage on Danny Street.

Gangs are active on the Outer Ring Road.

The patrol frequency of police vehicles is much higher than before, and the crackdown on gangs and outcasts is unprecedentedly severe. System bugs who usually don't bother to even care about drag racing are now stopping firefights on the highway during the day. Apparently there is an internal reward. Here I am.

John smelled a bad smell and didn't know what the company dogs were worried about.

[Mission target update]

[Go to the trading location. (unacommpolished)】

He drove through the checkpoint, left the outer ring road, and sped towards the desolate suburbs outside the city.

The new windshield has light sensitivity adjustment, so you don’t have to worry about diffuse reflection burning your eyes.

Loess and gravel rub the car surface from time to time, but the wear-resistant coating does not need to worry about leaving damage. The modified car is not so pretentious, and even minor problems can be dealt with by the maintenance package.

[Suburban Eden City-Felty National Highway (old)]

John saw an abandoned factory building from a distance:
The old warehouse was wrapped in an old-fashioned hardened greenhouse, and all equipment was powered off. The metal frames and debris that had not been removed in time were all looted. Not a single piece of the yellowed glass was intact, and traces of burning and daily debris could be seen everywhere.

Silver Rider drove down the main road.

The tires made a rustling sound on the gravel road and passed through the waterlogged path in the middle of the factory area.

Two gunmen emerged from the building wall.

They were carrying kinetic rifles, leather windbreakers, and their upper bodies were bare, with sexually suggestive patterns and characters and words of unknown meaning tattooed on their chests.

[Faction: Exile [Iron Foot·Kombu]]

The sentry began to fire warning shots.

John was not a lost wanderer or a playboy who came to the wilds to have sex.

He ignored the sound of gunfire and continued driving inside. There are abandoned containers next to the sand pile. The wall is broken, and a wooden frame is used to block the water from flowing out. There seems to be a crowd of people gathered inside.

A heavy van lay in the middle of the road.

There was a half-burned fabric sofa, surrounded by various dismantled wood fragments.

John immediately felt several glances as he left the car door.

A bunch of exiles came out from all directions, with all kinds of strange hairstyles. Their prosthetic modifications had a high coverage. Most of their weapons were of the Saw and Kammel brands, mainly submachine guns.

[Mission target update]

[Get the traded goods. (unacommpolished)】

When John left the car door with the package, a mission prompt popped up in front of his eyes, and at least three gunshots were stuck in his face.

He resisted the urge to pull out his Gambler and his kinetic rifle.

The leader of the exiles stepped forward, looked at John and said, "Are you Nazmi Eisenach?"

John's cheek twitched twice.

This group of exiles thought the same thing as him, why would anyone have such a strange name?

"Can you take care of it? Just give me money."

"Bring it here."

The Exile raised his head.

His jawbone was replaced with a mesh implant, so it’s no wonder his voice sounded muffled in sand.

John stared at him. "Where's the stuff?"

"Pay the money first, we've already been fooled once."

The Exile looked displeased, with no eyebrows on his face, and his eyes looked like those of a vulture.

[Trade with the Exile. (optional)]

[Resolve the Exile 0/15. (optional)]

"Does it have anything to do with me? That's not how business works. Take things out, or let them rot with your body in this inhospitable place."

brush brush --

The sound of gunshots was heard all around.

John, however, approached the minion and stared condescendingly into his eyes.

In addition to threats, it is also tactics.

His CQC chip has a close-range hijacking combat skill. If a fight breaks out, this guy will be his own human shield.

The other party was frightened and raised his chin to ask someone to put down the gun.

John followed him to the van, opened the lid at the back and saw a huge glass jar, which was filled to the brim.

The turbid liquid was stirred, phytoplankton and various debris floated in front of his eyes, and suddenly a bloody mouth covered his face!

boom!
The whole car was shaking.

"WTF?"

John's hands were on the grip. "This damn thing is called a little cutie!"

"What a little... thing?"

The leader of the exiles glanced at John with disgust. "This thing weighs over four hundred kilograms. What's so cute about it? In order to stuff it into the glass cabinet, special anesthesia was used. Did you see the fingers in the water? Tell me, why are you planning to buy it back?"

"Cook it and eat it."

"Fake Squid, where's the money!?"

The Exile was indeed impatient.

Their team looked sallow and thin, obviously they were beaten badly during the last transaction.

Several addicts were subconsciously slapping their necks.

　Thanks to Yu Xiao and Bai Nu Piao Zai for their reward.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)