My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 65 064: Crisis of Trust

The Alloy RCH is parked below the apartment building.

John, wearing that beautiful and expensive suit, sat at a roadside stall and ordered a barbecue.

The raw materials are simple.

But the chef's seasoning skills are top-notch.

Synthetic protein blocks and some minced meat can actually simulate the taste of vegetable mixture.

The stall is only a few square meters.

The table in front of John is also a counter.

It is covered with clear glass.

There is a row of food models in the cabinet.

John looked down and compared the food with the model.

It is true that consumers are not deceived.

During this period, other customers also walked past him.

By walking around the stall, you can get an idea of ​​what the store will offer.

"Quite creative."

John commented seriously. "It tastes good. Do you have a delivery number? I live in the apartment next door, so it's quite close."

"Creativity? Are you talking about food models? They are all old-fashioned methods. Only when you young people are used to using main consoles and electronic menus will you feel novel."

The boss said while handling the ingredients.

He didn't insert a behavioral chip, nor did he transform his entire arm into a prosthetic limb. What he made had the air of handmade fireworks.

John mentioned takeout.

The boss's expression turned gloomy.

He didn't seem to want to answer the question, so he reached out and took down the "delivery provided" sign.

John was stunned.

He was a little confused: "Well, I'm sorry, we don't have anything to celebrate, right?"

"Shet, uh, it's not about you."

The boss's eyes stayed on John's suit.

Maybe he mistook him for a company dog ​​and didn't want to cause any trouble, so he explained.

"Normally my wife is responsible for the delivery, but we had a fight recently and this business has been put on hold for the time being."

"It's such a pity. Your skills are really good. If you cancel takeout, how much money will you make every quarter?"

John felt sincerely.

The boss showed a wry smile of "agreement" and took out a towel to wipe the oil in the crevices of his arms.

"I have a child and have just completed the immigration procedures, but to keep up with the progress of Eden City School, I need to spend a lot of money to make up classes, otherwise the education department will not sign the informed consent form."

The boss took out a cigarette from the middle of the lunch box, looked at John, and walked a few steps inside, fearing that the smell of cheap tar would affect the customers' appetite.

"No fire found?"

John chewed something and threw the retro metal cigarette lighter in his pocket.

The boss reached out to take it, thanked him, looked at the metal relief on it, and showed admiration.

Electronic inhalers and traditional cigarettes in the cyber era have their own advocates.

Companies are deliberately creating confrontation and stimulating product sales through various publicity and promotions.

"Sorry, first..."

"John."

John introduced himself and bowed his head to eat. "I live in an apartment. This leather suit is just for temporary work. Like you, I don't like birds and company dogs."

He turned over the lunch box and put the condiment soup mixed with the last meat ball into his mouth.

[Side Mission-Crisis of Trust]

[Reward: Remuneration]

[Talk to the stall owner. (unacommpolished)】

John stopped chewing.

The client in his last assignment was still lying on the operating table having his private parts cut off.

Can you meet one while having a meal?
However, side missions are usually relatively simple.

John's original plan was to go find Eden, but there was still some time before sunset, and the training room of Haven Company didn't know what time it would open.

Might as well listen and see.

The boss saw something wrong with John's expression.

"Did you eat sawdust?"

"You mix wood residue into the meat?"

"How is that possible? It's just some hard cheese. The original brand has increased in price. I'm adjusting the recipe, and some customers said it tastes a bit hard."

"Well, it's my first time."

John thought for a moment.

"What's going on at your house? I also know some friends on Danny Street. Maybe they can help."

"It's just a crisis of trust. You won't understand if you haven't been married for more than eight years."

The restaurant owner was upset and asked John again. "What do you do?"

"Mercenary, pick up casual jobs."

"All the reckless men I've seen have faces that are born to be criminals. You look quite kind."

The boss seemed to be thinking.

John had seen this look before - like some kind of tacit suggestion that, with the right code, could get the other person to talk business.

"I don't rely on fake muscles to attract employers."

"That's pretty good, man. Since you're paid to do it, are you willing to take on a small job? As long as the investigation is clear enough and the pay is okay, even though I only have a small stall, I can definitely afford to pay for a murderer. ."

"Haha, Fake, what we were talking about just now was about the quarrel between you and your wife... to the point of murder?"

John couldn't help but complain.

The restaurant owner was smoking a cigarette, frowning, and chatting with him about what happened.

He suspected that his wife Meiya was having an affair.

The food delivery business started for more than a year, and it used to be normal. Then one time the order timed out, and Meiya lost contact for a while before returning.

She explained this very perfunctorily, and there were obvious scratches on her clothes.

He chooses to believe.

But since then, Meia has always been worried, and similar situations have occurred several times.

until one day……

Her daughter heard her answering the phone on the balcony.

"She said that her husband had begun to doubt, and that she... couldn't bear it anymore, and so on... It was actually quite depressing. Man, I could only tell my daughter a white lie, and I wanted to tell her... Talk to Meia."

"You're such a gentleman. I thought it was going to turn into a shooting."

John complained. Seeing his serious expression, he put away his jokes and continued to ask.

"Sorry, what was the outcome of the conversation?"

The restaurant owner pulled off his scarf and there were obvious scratches next to the data slot.

"That bitch had a fight with me and refused to give a specific explanation. She just slammed the door and disappeared. I suspect she was staying with an adulterer. If you can find her, kill that bastard!"

"Tell me clearly, kill one or both?"

John asked seriously.

There was not much fluctuation in my heart.

After all, in the cyber era, the probability of cheating in marriage is actually much higher than the probability of getting into a car accident.

The restaurant owner didn't think it through.

He was silent for a long time and just said:

"Just kill the bastard. I will talk to Meia personally. I don't know how to explain to the child... that I want to shoot her mother."

[Mission target update]

【Looking for traces of Meia. (unacommpolished)】

[Investigating Meia’s cheating partner. (optional)]

John first got Meia's photo, then opened the contact and sent the stuff to Gilead.

"Man, I need your help."

"This woman disappeared near Danny Street. I know it will be much easier to find you than to find a note. Please help me keep an eye on this face and tell me if you have any news."

Gilead took over.

John returned to the apartment first.

The clothes he wore were really eye-catching:

Gorgeous stripes and sequins, and since there is no tie, the shirt is open-chested.

It made him feel angry all over his body.

When passing by the elevated floor, the girls in the club saw John's appearance and directly made fun of him.

"What, have you decided to be colleagues with us? Let me show you a way to enter the club. It's a shame that your face and figure are freezing at the entrance of the alley."

John smiled bitterly.

As soon as he took a shower and changed back into his coat, he received the news. 【Gilead[unread message]】

[John, there is news about the woman you are looking for. 】

[The brothers on patrol recognized this as the wife of the restaurant owner, and then made inquiries within the gang. Yiju Leasing Company, the agency under my name, do you have any impressions? 】

[This girl appeared in the next block two days ago. She didn't have a takeout box in her hand at the time, but she went in and out several times. 】

[I sent you the specific address. I said hello to the person on duty. After you go there, you can directly use the backend to investigate user information. If she was indeed in one of the rooms, there would certainly be clues left. 】

"Thanks, buddy, I'll ask you to fly the leaves later."

John replied to Gilead.

[Mission target update]

[Go to the apartment. (unacommpolished)】

John immediately started downstairs.

The door sign of the livable rental company is located next to the Borago Club.

Nothing in the office has changed since last time:

Familiar rap music was playing on the speakers, the table was filled with pistol accessories, and a familiar black guy stood in the corner, sucking two overweight iron balls.

"I have two more groups. Phew~ The information background has been logged in... Phew~ You can just... click query."

He didn't even turn his neck.

The muscles in both arms are extremely explosive, and the meridians bulge out of the skin to provide channels for sweat to flow.

"Okay, that's what you said."

John took out the data cable.

[Livable Rental System-Customer Profile. (Hackered)]

He searched twice inside, but couldn't find Meia's rental record.

Probably changed the name.

So John continued to switch systems and found the access to the monitoring center on the main interface.

Data filtering and pulling.

John's prosthetic eye kept flashing.

He proofread the corresponding dates over and over again, and finally saw a similar figure in the elevator.

Since being recognized by gang members, Meia has become much more cautious and even changed her hairstyle.

"caught you."

John stared at the screen as she walked into one of the rooms, her movements very cautious... and professional.

"Wow~"

John exclaimed.

This woman is skilled in cheating and is definitely a top student among habitual offenders.

The black guy's iron roll is over.

He picked up the work clothes that were placed on the table, wiped off his sweat, and put them back on expressionlessly.

"Can I go with you? The authorization code is in my chip, and I still have one more card to punch today."

"The person who conducts assessments for gangs is really a genius."

John nodded indifferently, unplugged the data cable and headed to the apartment with his black buddy.

"I have worked in the company before, and I understand you very well. Really, I just didn't expect that you would be in a gang and there would be so many broken rules."

The black guy seems a bit upright.

He didn't want to complain too much, but he felt that this kind of life with a stable income was not bad.

The salary is not particularly high, but it can cover the cost of intramuscular maintenance and intramuscular injections.

There's even some left on the weekends.

You can hang out with your friends and dogs all night long.

John lost interest in complaining.

They walked through the block to the corresponding building, then took the elevator to the door of the room.

John knocked on the door but got no answer.

The black guy's prosthetic eye flashed and he directly used the internal authorization code to crack the smart door lock.

It’s no secret that the livable company can open its doors.

Members of the Black Money Gang will even take the initiative to hint at tenants and sell them password-changing services, which can not only take care of the tenants' privacy needs, but also generate additional income.

For someone like John who can handle the security system by himself, even if he has the ability, he won't care about you, as long as you don't destroy the public areas.

Meia was not in the room.

It had just been rented here not long ago, and the furniture was all standard style. There were no traces of life or DNA residue.

John found a computer.

He used a black light to go directly past the key and found that there was a record of the conversation between Meia and the adulterer.

【…】

[Andrew: You can't avoid it, agent. From the moment you join the Secret Service, it's impossible to return to normal life. You should have understood this! 】

[Meia: Fuck you, I’ve long had enough of the dogma and pie-in-the-sky traps of New America. Get out of my life and pretend we’ve never met. 】

[Andrew: ... Think carefully about your husband and daughter. In our line of work, you dare to get married and have children. Do they know how many people you have killed in Greenwich? 】

[Meia: What the hell do you want? 】

[Andrew: I want to get a batch of arms. Either help me finish the job, or provide some funds. The choice is yours. 】

[Meia: I have thought it over carefully, the address, I will bring the money there, for the last time! 】

[Andrew: This is my good girl. 】

[Andrew: [Coordinates]]

……

"WTF!"

John was surprised after reading it.

"His wife is a Secret Service agent, and her former boss took advantage of her and started blackmailing her!"

Because there is no one around to share it with.

John could only smile at the black guy, but the other guy just silently took photos of the surroundings using the terminal.

Didi, employee card.

[Danny Street-Unloading Ferry]

John arrived at the agreed place on his motorcycle.

There are containers everywhere here, and hanging cranes will pack and transfer the goods delivered.

There are serious and busy workers all around.

People from all walks of life rarely come here.

[Talk to Andrew. (optional)]

John saw a strong, unshaven man sitting in a dilapidated Calomon pickup truck.

He always felt something was wrong.

Start scanning.

[Name: Andrew Ball]

[Power: None]

[File: Former agent of the Intelligence Department of the Secret Service. He absconded after the British international trade incident. His internal authorization has been canceled and he is classified as a wanted criminal in the third category... (Internal File of the Secret Service)]

John felt more interesting after reading the information.

Meia's boss is a liar.

He failed at his job and was completely abandoned by the new United States. Now that he is down and out, he comes to blackmail his former subordinates.

Andrew noticed the rearview mirror.

A longshoreman approaches with a box.

He realized something was wrong, immediately bent over the passenger seat and tried to run out from the opposite side.

boom!
There was a dark hole in the car door.

John threw away the disguise box and raised the technical revolver named Vodka.

Andrew held his bleeding thigh.

boom!
Just as he was about to take out his gun, he heard another loud noise, and then his right arm was severed at the elbow.

"Wait, don't worry, what do you want? The theft of intelligence really has nothing to do with me. They all know it. They just want to kill people and silence them..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

John raised his gun and covered his face with his scarf.

Andrew regained his composure a little. "Are you from the new America, or something else..."

"mercenary."

"You want money, right? Who wants...whatever that bitch Meia pays you, I'll give you double!"

[Accept the proposal and let Andrew go. (optional)]

[Kill Andrew. (optional)]

(End of this chapter)