My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 51 051: Weekend

John slept restlessly.

I woke up at noon the next day and drank a bottle of energy drink to feel a little better.

All the cabinets have arrived.

There are so many things that the stacked boxes block most of the balcony. It takes time to sort them out.

It just so happens that I have no plans today.

John first found the accessories to upgrade the system, took out the data cable and connected it to the access control.

Black light hacking.

He backed up the room server again and connected it to the public network. This part of the operation was as difficult as a car mechanic checking the vehicle system. He also learned a lot during his time at Tiebang Logistics.

I didn't do this when I first moved here because I just came out and didn't expect someone to hack the entire apartment's LAN.

Test completed.

John took a long breath.

Now anyone who wants to hack into their room will receive a warning signal.

John then packed up the large express delivery.

Inside the box is a set of Jingkrypton Heavy Industries’ home-use intelligent robotic arms, equipped with an integrated system that can set up an automatic bullet-rolling assembly line.

The prompt came as soon as I unboxed the house system.

[Your takeaway has been delivered. 】

A box of fried synthetic meat.

Two bottles of cold beer - containing a small amount of stimulants and a very low proportion of industrial synthetics, better than the ones sold in Black Engine restaurants.

John's recent exercise has been quite effective, and his muscles look much stronger. Wearing a gray vest, he continues to be busy in the workroom.

It's quite comfortable to make some music like this and hang out with mechanical equipment.

He raised the glass bottle and drank to the air.

"have a good weekend."

Blacklight controls the main system.

Jingkrypton Heavy Industry's robotic arm was swept by black light as soon as it was connected, instantly overwriting the company's procedures and integrating the equipment into the management center.

The programs for making bullets are all downloaded. You only need to provide the corresponding raw materials, and then click on the screen to start automatic production.

woohoo-

Several clumsy twisting arms began to move.

They extend into more sophisticated tools, which are disassembled, made, and assembled on a small metal table. The finished bullets will be pressed into the magazine, and you can just grab the magazine when you need it.

The efficiency is definitely not comparable to that of large-scale equipment in arsenals, but it is more than enough for daily needs.

John watched quietly as he ate, and adjusted a few more parameters - now it was completely finished. When he went out to search for loot in the future, he had to pay attention to some raw materials that were easy to decompose.

[New equipment [Workbench] has been added. 】

[Progress: 14/115 [High Penetration Electromagnetic Bomb]]

[Remaining time: 7.35h]

John can see the specific situation of bullet production by calling up the virtual network.

The money I earned during the recent period, except for the prosthetic body, was almost all spent on this small studio.

There is a sense of pleasure in saving things.

Don't underestimate this kind of accumulation. People die every day in Eden City, and few people have anything left.

Among the things sent from the cabinet was a sealed box with Plato's logo on it, which should be the drawings of the bulletproof vest insert he had promised.

John adjusted the wall lamp and unlocked it with the secret key.

puff-

Inside the box is a chip with complete experimental data and recipe proportions.

[Production Drawing: Polymer Armor [Plug-in]]

There are several solvents embedded next to it and placed in tempered glass tubes. They should be the catalysts needed in the synthesis formula.

John inserted the chip into his neck.

The black light flashed, and the bursting arc touched his fingertips, followed by a burning smell.

He pulled out the chip, and his prosthetic eyes kept flashing. In front of him was dense data, the production process and the underlying logic were stacked and unfolded.

"Fa... I'm a little tired."

John inserted a special inhibitor before the fatigue came over - the black light translation chip would put a burden on the body, and it would be proportional to the complexity of the content.

[Special Inhibitor (Damaged)]

His mind felt better, followed by a wave of nervousness.

If Orosi had continued to ask about the source of the scanned database...

How to explain?

How should we keep our secrets from such a middleman at the top and the extremely oppressive Armored Beamon?
If the black light is exposed to the company...

John was breaking into a cold sweat.

He looked down at the burnt special inhibitor in his hand.

In the cyber era, everyone has a slot. It is reasonable to say that inserting a chip is a normal operation, but as long as someone doubts himself, it is easy to find doubts.

John dropped the chip into the dissolving pool. The hardware was corroded into a puddle of dark fluid.

He made up his mind:

The water in Eden City is very deep, and it's still the same. You can't take out special inhibitors outside unless necessary.

sizzle-

Electric arcs flashed from time to time in the workroom.

John spent a whole day immersed in Plato's synthetic formula and devoured the entire product.

The quality of what he is making now is definitely much better than the imitations on the street, but there is definitely a gap between the original products in Plato's laboratory.

[Module: Aggregated Armor]

John wrapped the finished product with chemical fiber fabric and took out a silenced pistol for a shooting test.

He pulled the trigger and heard two blasts. The bullet holes in the material were clear and there was no penetration.

The experimental results were successful.

The gun chamber contains high-armor-penetrating bullets that can break even tempered glass. It is a pretty awesome plug-in to be able to shoot at such a close range and be embedded in the middle.

[Equipment: Hidden bulletproof vest]

[Plug-in: Aggregated Armor [100%]]

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

John felt a little more at ease.

He ordered a pizza for dinner. The afterglow of the sunset looked gray in the filter of industrial exhaust gas, and it looked lazy and comfortable when it shined through the glass.

[The captain has arrived and is loading the cargo manifest...]

[Special consumables X2]

[Wind Fortune Account x8]

The six-rotor drone stopped on the balcony.

All the supplies saved by the two Black Spiders during this period are here.

John spent some time making something into a special inhibitor, and the windfall brought the savings in his account back above the safety line.

Just as his amount finished jumping, an unknown message suddenly popped up.

[Unread information [unknown contact]]

[Dear Edenuser343, we sincerely invite you to conduct a top-level sexual couple test, which supports customized content and sceneization, a new generation of implants, and comes with a sensory amplifier...]

John scrolled down to the end, glanced at the link and deleted it.

When he used to work at Tiebang Logistics, he would receive similar things. Some were advertisements for clubs through mobile base stations, and some were pure scams.

Kidnapping and extortion are considered lucky.

If the other side of the link is a group of ghouls who understand technology, you will be heartbroken before you can be honest with Niuer.

John changed the painting of [Captain].

Then a temporary charging socket was specially connected to the studio and a docking area was placed in the corner of the living room.

He set up the automatic route and left it alone.

The neon colors have spread to the outside of the apartment. The daytime on the weekend has come to an end. I have sorted out some trivial things and had a very fulfilling life.

John decided to start his own nightlife.

The first thing is to visit Mr. Vito and return the favor from the Black Gold Gang some time ago.

John leaned in the car, staring blankly at the small graffiti on the corner of the ceiling.

The elevator slipped from the fifteenth floor.

Ding--

[Third Floor-Group Rental Area]

Two girls walked in wearing sequined cloaks, heavy makeup, and beautiful patterns on their bellies and thighs.

The electronic cigarette in their hands is a new product of Golden Apple Company, which is famous for its anesthesia and hallucinations.

"It's you, tough guy, aren't you drunk today?"

"Not quite yet."

John smiled back.

She lifted up her shiny and smooth purple hair, and her curves were quite proud. It seemed that her artificial leather had just been cleaned and maintained.

"I saw the car you drove. You are rich, right? Do you want to relax your muscles?"

This girl's fillings are very full, and her skin is so fair that it shines. "What do you like to play with? I still have some good stuff there..."

The elevator reached the ground floor.

She took off her cloak, exposing more skin, leaned back against the panel and pressed the emergency lock.

John's attention moved from her breasts to the other girl.

She had one sided bangs covering her swollen forehead, her clothes covered her ribs, and there seemed to be obvious traces of makeup on her skin.

John's prosthetic eyes flickered for a moment and he asked.

"Who hit you?"

　Thanks to Qifengwoh, Qiming SRAG, It’s Just the Original, and Su Han’s class opening
　　
　
(End of this chapter)