My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 66: The process of integrating into the city
"Don't mercenaries just want money?"

Andrew held his broken arm and gritted his teeth.

"I know I'm a bastard, man, but killing me will cause more trouble. Just accept double the reward and tell Meia that I will get out of Eden City and never show up again."

He saw contempt and disdain in John's eyes.

Andrew couldn't help but ask.

"You were hired by Meia, right?"

"In fact, Meia's husband suspected her of cheating and asked me to come over and kill the adulterer."

"What! Adulterer? Shet, this is a big fucking misunderstanding!"

"Shh, tsk, tsk, tsk, I know."

John sighed. "But when you mess with other people's families, you have to consider paying the price."

boom!
Andrew's head exploded.

Half of his prosthetic eye fell next to the wheel, and the front vitreous was completely cracked, revealing a look of shock and reluctance.

【Waiting for Meiya. (unacommpolished)】

John dragged the body into the back of the truck and when he searched the vehicle, he found a pile of miscellaneous items and bills with other names.

It can basically be concluded that:

The car was temporarily stolen by Andrew.

He was so poor that even his guns were cheap. A Secret Service agent had gotten to this point...

No wonder he came to blackmail his subordinates.

Andrew had a book of documents in his pocket.

[Collection: Secret Service Certificate (Andrew)]

[Description: Issued when swearing allegiance to the new United States. Agents usually destroy it or hide it with their pension. 】

The intelligence agency has almost no paper documents, and even files must be stored in a security system with layers of authorization.

But this thing is genuine.

It was a product of the political whirlpool and the big stick of the state, and Andrew was ground into scraps by the turning gears, but he took this thing with him when he fled.

I don’t know what to think.

John took out a cigarette.

[Description: When Gerry Pierce is not running a stall, he will trade rare leaves with regular customers. 】

This smoke was scattered by the stall owner, and the steaming mist seemed to taste the loneliness of a middle-aged man.

Many street mercenaries are keen on traditional cigarettes.

First of all, the materials are easy to collect and easy to make.

Secondly, shredded tobacco can stop bleeding and pain, and can numb various discomforts caused by prosthetic modifications.

It can be called the cheapest dopamine.

John leaned against the broken-chain fence, using the smell of tar to fight off the pungent stench wafting from the water.

[Scan detected, no signs of hacking. 】

A prompt popped up in front of my eyes.

It means someone is observing you from a distance.

John ignored it and just smoked quietly.

He threw the cigarette butt into the water before turning around and saw a woman carrying a suitcase approaching slowly.

[Name: Meiya]

In the photo Gerry gave her, she was a good wife and loving mother holding her child and smiling.

The feeling now is completely different.

When Meia came over, she had already checked the surroundings and found Andrew dead in the car.

John wasn't hiding, just waiting for her to come.

"Gerry asked me to solve your crisis of confidence."

"How much do you know?"

"I've seen the chat history between you and Andrew."

John answered truthfully.

He noticed that Meia's expression was a little solemn, so he showed the technical revolver without hesitation.

"I killed Andrew without even getting a drop of dust on him. Your military prosthetic body hasn't been updated for a long time. Do you want to try to kill me to silence me?"

Meia took off her disguise and revealed her true face.

"Phew—actually, I feel much more relaxed after being discovered. This period of time has been very difficult for both me and Gerry."

"He thought you were cheating on you."

"So I want you to kill me?"

"Do not."

John shook his head. "He wants to talk to you."

Meia looked a little pained, then smiled a little relieved, and the suitcase dropped to the ground.

"what should I do?"

The courage she had used to cope with the meeting was exhausted.

"Lying is sometimes much gentler than the truth. If Gerry knew that I had served in the federal government, there would be a lot to explain, and those experiences would also destroy our marriage..."

She tried to seek John's advice.

"Or should I admit that Andrew is my lover, he has been killed by you, can I get my life back on track?"

[Let Meia confess. (optional)]

[Help Meia hide it. (optional)]

[No advice provided. (optional)]

"How the hell do I know?"

John just took the time to do a side mission and had no interest in providing emotional counseling to troubled families.

He put the gun away and got into the Calomon van.

"Gerry sits in the store every day, listening to customers tell him all kinds of bad stories... Hey, listen, he is the most fucking unlucky guy in this matter, not you, you let these fucks happen It happened to him."

John held the steering wheel with one hand.

He put his elbow on the window and pointed to the back seat.

"Andrew paid the price, and the punishment you have to accept is to face Gerry and your daughter. Good luck~"

The Calomon pickup truck started up.

Meia faded away in the rearview mirror with the pendant hanging on it.

John took Andrew's body to the Denny Street apartment and drove to the agreed parking lot.

Gilead received the news and was waiting here.

The Black Gold Gang has its own channels:
It specializes in handling all kinds of vehicles of unknown origin, and can dismantle them so that even the screws cannot be identified.

As for the corpse, it's even simpler.

Whether it's finding a random black clinic or contacting a few new faces who are new to the ghoul industry, Andrew can physically disappear from the world.

John handed the car to Gilead.

This is considered as a reward for helping him check the news. The money doesn't matter, the focus is on maintaining the relationship.

[Mission target update]

[Talk to Gerry Pearce. (unacommpolished)】

John did not rush to reply to his employer, but went directly back to the apartment to rest.

He plugged in the data cable and switched perspectives.

The back can be seen through the workshop lens, and a floating window hangs next to the view, showing the wear and tear of the subcutaneous armor.

[Durability value: 91%]

The system interface displays a miniature model, and the implants at different positions can be seen by structure.

The location of the hit is marked in red.

John sighed.

Ryan is right:

Nothing in the world is ever easy, and embarking on this road means an increase in the cost of living.

This set of Plato's subdermal armor is really useful.

But corresponding repair fluids are needed for maintenance, and the company makes money from these consumables.

The box Nando's sent came with refills.

Not many.

John called the cupboard.

A pop-up window popped up in the upper right corner of the field of vision, and a punk profiteer with a mohawk hair appeared in front of him with an unhappy expression, staring at him and asking.

【Need a pudding milkshake? 】

"what?"

John stopped pouring coffee and asked with a smile. “Have you expanded your business into food?”

[Aha, I’m just kidding, I just want to make sure you are the real person. A couple of days ago, there was a Shark Coin hacker who used a face modifier to transfer the signal, trying to trick me into something. 】

"He succeeded?"

[He really tricked me. I can’t help it. I trust VIP customers, and I never thought that someone could disguise their biometric information just for a few accessories. 】

"Wow~ It's really wonderful."

John smiled restrainedly and added syrup to his coffee.

"The best second-hand dealer on Youtong Street is in trouble. How will you survive on the street in the future...Seriously, do you want my help?"

[Aha, John, a super star, is actually willing to run errands for little people on the street? ] "Teasing me can't undo your loss."

John raised his glass.

He clicked on the music in the room and selected his favorite radio station.

The cabinet in the video shrugged, and thick smoke spewed out from the filter of the metal mask.

[The matter has been resolved. 】

"what a pity."

[That was an old fraudster. I sold his whereabouts to a few ruthless people who had been tricked. Uh-huh, the body was thrown into an oil drum and burned sizzlingly. 】

"What a cruel attack."

John pouted.

[It’s just a shark coin without eyes. Coming back to you, John, that crack in your face...is it loaded with something new? You get rich quickly. You definitely didn’t call me to buy a movie. What do you want? 】

John sent the model number of the armor repair fluid.

【Your taste is really getting better and better. 】

"under pressure?"

[Those overly stunning characters disappear quickly. I hope you can live longer so that I can earn enough money for retirement. 】

"Are you in such a hurry to retire? Can you tell me exactly what I want?"

[Plato's potion can only be adapted to a few series of models that have just been launched. The circulation in the black market is small. I can get a batch, but long-term supply will be a bit difficult. 】

“Don’t you make money even if you don’t?”

[It’s very troublesome to purchase this stuff, and it’s not cost-effective for you to spend a lot of money to store a batch in the warehouse. Do you understand? 】

"There must be somewhere selling it, give me some ideas."

John believed in the cabinetry.

[There are indeed ways, it just depends on how you position yourself. 】

The cupboard in the video lowered its head.

Her purple hair was so greasy that it shone under the desk lamp.

[Each mercenary has his or her own style. Some like the job of stuffing people into their mouths, while others prefer intelligence or assassination commissions...]

John currently has a good reputation in the camp.

There are also names among the West End gangs.

[You are constantly changing your prosthetic body, growing rapidly, as if you are flying through the city on a floating car, but you have never experienced its breathing or put your feet on the ground. 】

Cabinet try to describe clearly.

[You have not found your own class and position correctly. 】

"I have no pursuit of fame and fortune, man. I just want to live a more comfortable life and make decisions when encountering unpleasant things, instead of suffocating myself to death."

John answered truthfully.

[It’s okay to take your time. My suggestion is that in addition to the jobs that make the headlines, you also try to lend a hand to some people, run errands, and help out. 】

"I'm already doing it, haha."

John thought of Meia's "cheating" and thought it was quite interesting from the perspective of a bystander.

“There’s so much fucked up stuff in the world.”

[Very good, man. Don’t be dissatisfied with the low pay. This kind of job allows you to meet a lot of people, form your own network, and truly integrate into this city. 】

John seemed lost in thought.

A blackmailed Secret Service agent?

Is this considered a connection?

[To give you the simplest example, every time you pass through a checkpoint, should you queue up honestly...or take the VIP channel? 】

said the cupboard.

[This kind of thing is standard for big bosses, but they can't cover you at any time. You can't waste your connections, just because you don't want to be stuck in traffic...]

[If you have your own channels, in addition to using them yourself, you can also make it convenient for others, and in turn, they will help you. 】

"I know what you mean, and I'm willing to take on all kinds of jobs. For me, it's just a helping hand."

John didn't say too much.

"Of course, it depends on my mood and schedule."

The cupboard snapped its fingers.

[I have an old customer. If you two get along, he can provide you with a new type of armor repair fluid on a long-term basis. 】

"Meet and discuss in detail."

John cleaned the cups and hung them up.

"I'll go directly to Youdong Street to find you next time."

[No problem, see you later. 】

John hung up the phone, figured out what he was doing, and planned to go to the Haven Company first.

Suddenly he received a courier message.

Meia delivered the suitcase for Anthony to the door.

John just stretched out his hand and paused - Anthony threatened her family, was it a bomb or cash that Anthony brought?

"Fake!"

He went back to the room and pulled out an adapter cable, closed the door, and pressed the switch on the sealed box as if it were a remote blast.

Click~
The corridor was quiet for a moment, and no explosion occurred.

John scanned it from a distance.

[Item: Agent Emergency Box]

[Description: It seems that it has not been opened for a long time. 】

There were three small-deposit cards inside, as well as false identity information and two shots of emergency medication.

John's righteous eyes flashed and he took away the money.

[New contact has been created - Meiya]

[I received a signal, indicating that you have opened the box. You're right, Gerry shouldn't have to take on all this stress, I'm going home to him and the kids. The Meia of the past is dead, and there are remaining shadows in the box. Just use it as hush money. I hope you don't tell the story of the agent when you are bragging to your Black Gold Gang buddies. 】

John shrugged.

He still has a very strict mouth.

The Alloy RCH rushed out of the underground garage of the apartment and sped through the wet streets full of neon lights.

John passed by the commercial street.

Gerry's stall was dimly lit, with red plastic stools, a box full of empty wine bottles, a freezer locked under a plastic tarpaulin, and the words "Closed for Business" flashing on the light sign.

John also planned to give him some time to resolve marital issues.

As he drives across the East Side to the Haven Corporation, cameras around the fence capture the vehicle from a distance.

Eden wasn't there.

John went straight to the underground training room.

Ding--

The alloy door leaves open to both sides.

[Gerry Pearce[Video call]]

John raised his hand to say hello to the tin foil, turned around and walked to the common rest area to answer the phone.

Gerry stood by the balcony.

He was smoking and looked tired.

[Hey, John, it's me. Meia came back and she told me many things. 】

"Which version?"

[Fake, you know, right? She, uh, worked in a very dangerous unit before. 】

"To be honest, you are quite courageous."

[This girl has been married to me for eight years, doesn’t she trust me enough? 】

John curled his lips.

"Try to put yourself in my shoes, man, Meiya is very powerful. If one day you are robbed by a gangster, would you rather find a buddy to fight back, or go home and ask your wife for help?"

[Of course you can solve it yourself! Who hasn’t done it yet? 】

"Look, that's it. I feel like I can handle things myself, and I don't want to hurt the people around me."

[I...you are right. Did she get into trouble? Did she deal with it? I'm afraid that she didn't tell me clearly, and she still wanted to take care of it on her own. 】

"The 'adulterer' has been killed by me."

[Thank you, John, and accept your reward. If you want to eat in the future, feel free to contact us. I will arrange takeout delivery and drinks. 】

"Meia is back at work?"

[No, I have thought about expanding the business, talking to the Black Gold Gang about store leasing, and then finding someone to cooperate with the delivery. I am afraid that she will get hurt outside. 】

"It turns out that this is what happened after eight years of marriage. I like to worry about unnecessary things."

John shrugged and hung up.

[Side Mission-Crisis of Trust (Completed)]

[Rewards: Remuneration, sealing fee (Meia), collectibles]

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