My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 55 055: Boxer and Godfather
John's injuries were not fatal.

After using the potion, he even went to the dressing room to wash his face, took off his blood-stained clothes, and examined the bruises and cuts all over his body in the mirror.

"How about posing? Do you want to apply some oil?"

Gino handed over the new clothes. "I just bought it in the mall. Denny Street can't hide the secret. The fact that you killed Hoffman has already spread."

Macao is on the phone.

Gino came to John's aid, using gel spray to treat the gaping hole in his back.

She walked into the men's bath without any psychological burden. Occasionally she met a boxer who didn't understand the rules or made obscene remarks, and she would ruthlessly comment on his partner's tools.

[Equipment: White chemical fiber industrial vest]

John put on his clothes and rinsed the blood from his mouth.

wow——

"It was Vito's idea to kill people. I didn't want to be a hero."

"I know, and everyone knows, the point is that these beasts are dead. Several girls in the sex doll club were beaten and sent to a prosthetic doctor for emergency treatment because they refused to serve... Germans including Hoffmann They were all banned from the red light district, and they had no choice but to look for them on the streets. No one expected that something like that would happen yesterday... Damn it."

Gino stood in front of the mirror and washed the blood from his hands.

John looked at the bandage before putting on his clothes and couldn't help but admire it. "Wow, you took care of your wounds really well."

"There is no shortage of training materials in the boxing gym. I have seen them all. Maybe when the store closes, I can switch careers and become a prosthetist."

"I think you have a better future as a hacker."

"Thank you, John, but don't let my brother hear it. He thinks it's too dangerous to be on the Internet." Gino stood in front of the mirror, holding on to the countertop and saying nothing. "Makao said he's waiting for you at the bar opposite. Come over."

John picked up his bag and stood up. Seeing Gino's back looking a little lonely, he asked.

"You seem quite sad...are you okay?"

"One of the girls in the alleyway got along really well with me. She lent me money when I just bought my first connecting warehouse. Everyone loves to daydream. Damn it, if you hadn't killed Hoffman If so, I probably have to do it myself.”

Gino turned around and leaned against the countertop, taking out his electronic cigarette.

John didn't interrupt and patted her shoulder.

He came to the bar opposite and sat down next to Macao. The hot beer lady brought a draft beer and placed it in front of the two of them.

The girl was not in a hurry to leave, and there was a naked hint in her eyes:

"I'm getting off work soon, John."

Before she left, she touched John's chest.

Macao held the beer and teased him with a smile: "It's quite confusing, right? But that's what happens after you become famous on the street. More and more girls will be able to call you by your name accurately, even if it's your first time. When I see her, I can naturally hug her into my arms.”

"I thought you had something serious to do with me."

"Girl, money, fame, everything is important." Macao shook his head and drank. "Mr. Vito called me and said that if you are willing...let me be your manager and arrange for you to compete in the ring."

"Do you have any money for it?"

"Isn't this nonsense, and it's a lot of money."

"Ah, I've seen it before." John said in disinterest. "There is no mantis knife or monomolecular wire, just rely on fists to beat your head to pieces."

"Being wild is romantic enough. Respect is earned through fighting. Don't worry, you will get the majority of the profits. I only want a commission and I promise not to let you waste time by cheating."

Macao seemed to have special expectations for John.

After all, he can kill Hoffman, regardless of the specific process, his strength is definitely no problem.

"When it comes to special events, the organizers will even use top-notch prosthetics as prizes. They are all high-end custom-made products that are leaked through abnormal channels."

Macao held down John's wine glass and asked him seriously.

"If you want to become a big shot, should you install in your body a mature product that has been released for several years and is no longer popular, or should you choose a unique product with explosive performance?"

Macao has trophy graphics on his prosthetic limbs and arms.

He seems to be a boxing fanatic.

"When you can get through the Borago Club all the way, go and conquer the City of Eden. The entire underground world will cheer for you, and your giant spray-paint will be left on the walls of the city buildings... Just think about what it's like. What a scene!”

"You're pretty damn passionate about being a coach."

John shrugged.

"But why does it have to be me?"

"Mr. Vito has a very good impression of you. Although he didn't say it himself, we can all feel it. He hopes that you will be closer to the gang. Inviting you to be a part-time boxer is a way to support you." " You became my manager, what will happen to your boxing gym?"

"Do you really have the time to fight in the boxing gym every day? Don't be ridiculous, John. I know your time is precious and boxing is just for fun. When you need to compete, I will go to connect with the venue and the organizer. It won't take much time. ."

"I heard Vito said that you are also responsible for bringing up new fighters. Where are they?"

John seemed to have touched a sore spot in Macao's mind.

He felt much depressed in an instant. He raised his head and raised the beer bottle and slowly took a sip.

"This group of kids failed, lost their fighting spirit, and were sent to the front line by Vito to work on the gang's most dangerous businesses. They are all positions where they are most vulnerable to injury and failure."

"I didn't expect it to be handled this way."

"When the wall collapses, it's just a matter of a bomb, but it's more complicated to build it up again. From the moment they risked their bodies and minds to step on this road, they have been prepared. There is nothing to complain about."

John clinked glasses with him and added more drinks and snacks.

"Do you blame Vito, think he was too harsh, or should give these young boxers more time and tolerance?"

"How could it be...look around here."

Macao turned around and put his arms on the bar.

There is an endless stream of customers in the shopping mall, the public facilities are in good condition, and there are gangs that change shifts patrolling every venue day and night.

"Everyone is in awe of Mr. Vito, you know? As the speaker, he can spend money to snatch back an inexperienced little girl, and can provide legal and stable job opportunities. Of course, he also has the power to decide whether many people will stay or leave. ."

Macao looked at Vito from a different angle than John.

“He is a talker and puts a lot of thought into what he does.”

"Too."

After John had eaten and drank with him, he got up and went home. "I have no objection to boxing. I'll contact you later for details."

"No problem, just take care of yourself."

Macao and he clenched their fists and said goodbye to each other.

[Series Mission Arena: Out-of-control Wild Dog (Completed)]

[Reward: Remuneration, Butterfly Knife SOCP [Isaac Military Industry]]

John walked into the elevator of the Denny Street apartment with the boxing match on his mind.

He agreed to go to the boxing match, not only for bonuses and special prosthetics, but also to hone his reaction speed and close combat abilities.

You can't just stand around and get beaten when your gun is taken away in the future, right?
The elevator is rising slowly.

John was carrying the bag with one hand, which contained weapons and trophies. The butterfly knife was flipping and flying flexibly in the other hand - the doctor was right, with the chip and advanced prosthetic limbs, he could make this thing very beautiful.

Ding--

[Third Floor-Group Rental Area]

The elevator door suddenly opened.

The purple-haired girl blocked the button panel and blocked John inside.

"busy?"

"I thought you were at work."

"I'm just working. Mr. Vito paid me a lot of money to serve you."

The purple-haired girl pointed to her head. "Privately customized chip, what happened tonight will not leave any trace on me, unless you want to renew it next time."

She reached out and held John's arm, pointing the butterfly knife at her chest.

The sharp blade cut through the laces, and the snow-white artificial leather exuded an alluring luster.

"Killing Hoffman is just a mission, don't treat me like a bad guy."

The girl threw away her coat without changing her expression, stood proudly in front of John, raised her head to meet his eyes and asked:

"Are we just going to stand here?"

"Fake!"

　Thanks to Dark Sword, Heavenly Tribulation and Heavenly Punishment, Yuxiao, and reasontruth for their rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)