My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 6 006: Street Reputation

"Damn it, I knew it wasn't that simple!"

John vomited crazily while holding the bucket.

[The carrier is overheated and the operation is abnormal. Please use inhibitors in time. 】

He regained his composure and reached out to touch his neck:

The blood vessels are pulsating abnormally, and the body temperature is also rising.

John thought too well.

The black light in my mind has not disappeared, text tasks are being updated as usual, and cyberpsychosis will certainly not be cured out of thin air...

"Damn it."

John leaned against the wall and cursed. "It seems that you need to use inhibitors regularly, otherwise you will gradually become weak like before."

[Shop-Black Engine Restaurant]

There were many customers at night, with strange shapes and unobtrusive words. John sat at the corner of the bar, hiding himself at the edge of the light.

He stuffed his stomach and gathered his thoughts.

I have the recipe for the inhibitor in my head, just copy it over again.

Most of the materials are available on the market, and the rarest thing is a prosthetic body with data residue.

It’s not difficult, you can ask on the black market or rummage through junkyards.

Just thinking about it...

Gnaeus came over.

He left the restaurant work to the bartender, mixed a glass of rock whiskey, put it in an octagonal glass, and pushed it in front of John.

"Since you're not dead, you should drink something good."

John raised his glass in greeting and put his head into his throat.

"Huh~ Shet, it's so spicy."

"Don't be pretentious. I've already made it very refreshing. You did a great job this time. The campground paid you an extra tip."

Seeing that he was distracted, Gnaeus smiled. "No thanks?"

John wiped his mouth, grabbed his coat and shook his head:

"I helped them save a Thunder Miles. Do you know how much an MT450 is worth?"

"Ok."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Gnaeus added. "The Damascus camp has a good impression on you and there will be more job opportunities."

"Copy that, sir."

John waved his hand and returned to the staff room.

The metal sliding door blocked out most of the noise in the restaurant, but it still didn't meet the standard of quiet solitude.

Earn money and rent a house as soon as possible.

[Mission: New Beginning (Completed)]

[Reward: Collection of robot drawings [Model-T05]]

John received new information in his mind.

A drawing of a robot with unknown functions, as well as its internal principles, technical documents, and sequence coding.

"Very mature technology."

John had a sudden thought:

He searched for the model number-T05 on the Eden City public network and did not find any information that met the requirements, indicating that it was a product that had never been made public.

As mission rewards, you can only get blueprints, materials and make them yourself, including the list of inhibitors...

"The procurement task is quite heavy."

John got up and left through the back door of the restaurant.

He turned up the hood of his coat and walked through the dark and humid neighborhood, passing through the lively and dim red-light night market and walking into the familiar underground passage.

Yingying Yanyan is a mysterious strong man who trades illegally.

Everywhere here is full of stench, danger, and gunshots...

John stood in front of the familiar rolling shutter door.

The surveillance camera scanned through, and there was Southern rock music with extremely poor sound quality, which was different from the taste of the gangsters on Oil Drum Street.

"Hey, we are familiar with the way."

The cupboards had their legs crossed, and cash and bullet magazines were scattered on the table, as well as prosthetic limbs and chips that had not been put back on the shelves.

"Business is not bad."

"It's okay, not as exciting as you. There was a group of exiles on the city ring line. They robbed the goods from the Damascus camp in the morning, and they were wiped out on the road in the evening."

The cabinet wore a dark half-armor mask and smiled ugly. "The driver is you, John."

"How do you know? The news leaked out too quickly?"

The cupboard looked as if it was true.

"The Damascus camp is deliberately spreading news. They have recently added many new members. Nando's vote is to scare the monkeys and warn other forces in Eden City not to cause trouble at this juncture."

The cabinet clicked on the monitor to play the evening news.

A pile of charred vehicles and corpses can be seen in the aerial footage.

"If you are here to sell stolen goods, I'm afraid you have to wait until tomorrow. You know my rules for buying and selling goods. If you can't wait, sell them to other dealers."

John shook his head.

The T05 collection robot needs to be modified with finished products, the conditions are harsh, and it is not easily available on the market.

"I need a hound excavator, the new α model, dual hydraulic pipes and a solar module. The most important thing is the company's original chip."

"Wow, you know your stuff."

The cabinet was a little surprised, because John didn't look like a science guy.

"According to the rules, I shouldn't talk too much, but I must say that as a substitute for digging dogs, Jingkrypton Heavy Industry's BK series has a higher rating..."

John shook his head and did not modify the list.

He thought for a moment and added: "I also need a set of control chips, a heavy-duty integrated system, and a VI-level firewall."

The cupboard smiled and raised his hand, lighting a cigarette leisurely.

"If you had made such a request to me yesterday, I would have told you to get out..."

"Why, you don't make money even though you have money?"

"An unknown person wants to buy nuclear weapons components. Do you think the bosses of the military industry will look down on him?"

The cabinet raised its head and pointed at the TV.

"Everything that happens on the street is watched by eyes, middlemen, traders, gang leaders. There is a unique reputation system in the black industry."

"If you make a name for yourself in Eden City, do good work, and make friends with people, you will gain street reputation, and vendors and prosthetics doctors will sell you some special items."

"There are some top-notch goods that mediocre Muggles are not worthy of. Only by being recognized can you be qualified to use them."

【Street reputation improvement↑】

[More products have been unlocked in the black market]

"You made a deal with the Gunfire Queen today. The underground world of Oil Drum Street already knows you as the number one newcomer."

Cabinet made a rock gesture and smiled.

"So, I accept your order. It will take a day to prepare. If the price is acceptable... pick it up tomorrow night."

John confirmed the offer.

Things are very expensive. I have to come tomorrow to sell the Exile's loot, and then postpone my plans to rent a house and car.

"Place your order, thank you."

He didn't leave immediately, but took a look around the store's inventory to see what new products he had unlocked.

The cabinet displays a collection of prosthetics and chips.

These are all good things that can increase the probability of survival.

John couldn't help but ask: "How good is Elona's prosthetic body?"

"That's a legend, man. I've seen the news. There are high-precision heavy sniper armor-piercing shells everywhere. There are very few firearms that can be adapted to them. Every one of them is beyond the control of normal people. One shot can take out the entire arm." Shocked..."

Cabinet said brightly.

John pictured the vehicle rolling backwards.

He no longer has a corporate background. Surviving on the streets requires hard power, and he still has to find ways to arm himself.

The next evening, after rest.

John arrived as scheduled, emptied the loot trash and took away the ordered items.

He went to the electronics store to buy a better editor and consumables, and then carried a bunch of things on a long journey to a familiar suburban dump.

The drawings provided by the mission are secret and not suitable for operation in the employee lounge of a restaurant.

Thinking about it...

Only the landfill is inaccessible and suitable for some open experiments.

John was thankful that his arm had been modified.

Although the standard prosthetics provided by the company are cheap, they can meet most engineering needs and are quite practical.

After a long time, the garbage mountain came into view.

The hoisting machine and the unmanned cleaning truck go back and forth silently, and the heavy machinery for cutting and extruding are all silent and will only be started at fixed times.

(End of this chapter)