My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 68 067: Wanderer Alliance

"So be it."

Eden didn't question it too much.

But the tone and mood became obviously colder.

John passed the test by defeating Eden's combat unit.

Eden continued: "The Haven Company has assessments, and I decided to give special care to you, a non-staff member."

He introduced the training system:
There are many similar BDU training objects, each number means a separate opponent, and they can be set to various modes...

For example, bare-handed and melee combat can even be arranged into a gun battle mode with the prosthetic body fully open.

Eden pulled up John's name in the system.

"Every time you participate in training, you will get a comprehensive score based on the number of enemies, the types of weapons you carry, the opening strength of the prosthetic body, and your own injuries."

Eden demanded of John.

You must participate in training once a week. In special circumstances, you need to ask for leave from the company. As compensation for the time taken up - every time John reaches a new score line, he will receive the corresponding reward.

Eden led him to the wall.

He tapped the touch screen pad to pull up the inventory list and saw the melee chips marked with various parameters.

This includes naked choke, joint techniques, general-purpose CQC mixed martial arts, and designated weapon specializations like "Ronin".

"If I beat your dummy, doesn't it count as a score?"

"Calculate."

Eden replied deadpan.

He checked randomly on the terminal, and then a black chip popped out of the metal wall.

"Assassination and naked strangulation, it's okay to recruit a few street minions. If you encounter people with particularly powerful implants or whose necks have been modified, don't try it, as it will risk your life."

Eden handed the chip to John and left the training room.

[Side mission: Fighting path (completed)]

[Reward: Melee Chip (Naked Strand Assassination)]

"Don't be too proud."

Tinfoil puts the technical jacket back on.

"What I loaded for you just now is not a complete one. Next time I get some melee weapons for BDU-17, or let him shoot at you, you will know what the gap is."

"Really? Give me a try."

John was actually a little excited. After all, those melee chips were really valuable, and they were much higher quality than the roadside products he had seen at the Borago Club Mall.

"forget it."

The tinfoil turned the folding screen over, and several data were displayed on it, as well as John's physical condition.

The brain and spine in the miniature are overheating.

"Using the training system is taxing on the body, not to mention that you are loading high-precision scenes, which puts greater pressure on the nerves. At the very least, you have to rest for a night before continuing to use it."

The tin foil directly puts the system into standby mode.

All the surrounding lights went out.

She patted John on the way out.

"Go to the bottom of the overpass and the corridor of low-rent housing to see what the consequences are of watching too many movies."

Tinfoil raised his hood and prepared to leave.

John hesitated for a moment, then followed.

"Hey, are you free?"

"I'm not interested in having sex."

"Even if my cyberpsychosis test is fine, Eden is still doubting me, right?"

John made his purpose clear.

They were the only ones on the training room floor.

Tinfoil stopped and looked back with narrowed eyes.

John chuckled twice and said a little helplessly:

"I'm not a shark, girl, do you think I can't feel that Eden is trying to protect me? I just want to know... the reason, what little secret were you and him discussing just now? What happened when he dragged me into the Haven Company? What are you planning?"

"You have so many questions. Why do you think...I can give you the answers you want?"

Tinfoil was confused and sounded annoyed.

"The time I was beaten up in the Static Bar, no one was informed. You threw the surveillance video to Eden that night... Let's be honest, you were just fucking watching me. Were you sent here by Eden? ?”

John really made it clear.

He hates secretive things.

Tinfoil frowned slightly and put his hands in his coat pockets.

She turned to face John.

"You only have this ability, and you are not qualified to ask so many questions. Haven does not force you to do anything. If you feel uncomfortable, just leave and show off like a street gangster. You are ignorant and die in the news that is not nutritious."

She paused briefly.

"The BUD number is based on the file. When you score enough points, I will let you try the latest version of Eden. If you can defeat the boss in his prime and prove that you are a master, I will give you a I will win the ultimate prize and tell you all the information you know."

"Are you using bait to whet my appetite?"

John looked scornful.

"It's up to you, stay or go. The training room is right there. If you want information, go get it."

Tinfoil reached out and picked up the remaining energy drink from the table.

She came to the lounge area and sat on the metal table.

"I admit that I was paying attention to you at the time. It had nothing to do with the company, but I had a friend, Gino Imwe, are you familiar with him?"

"Fake."

John blurted out.

"That girl from Bandage Boxing Gym?"

"Yes, I am from the same circle as her, and I also know that it was you who saved Gino from the ghoul."

Tinfoil narrowed his eyes.

"Gino told me about Hoffman. I was about to take action that night and was investigating the Russian guy's whereabouts, but you intercepted me..."

"Maybe I should give it to you."

John didn't get any more information.

Tinfoil has no interest in chatting either.

Like Eden, she lives in Haven.

Below the building on the street is the core area, and above it is the office area of ​​the shell company, as well as several floors of dormitories. The top floor is Eden Waites' luxurious flat floor that is comparable to the presidential suite.

That was where John first saw him.

Ding--

The elevator stopped on the first floor.

John leaves the car.

When he looked back he saw:

He leaned the tinfoil against the metal backing board to pour out the oral medicine, raised his head and poured it into his throat, unscrewed the drink bottle...

thump.

The metal door was closed.

John touched his cheek with the back of his hand. The signs of overheating of the prosthetic body were rapidly easing.

This feeling of fatigue is normal, and is slightly different from the fatal burning sensation when the black light goes berserk.

Ethan Berg's high-end motorcycle came to a steady stop.

John got on the driver's seat, looked back at the company door, and then turned on the accelerator and returned to the apartment.

Darkness has fallen completely.

The neon-lit Eden City came alive instead.

It makes every soul living in the technological jungle go crazy, wandering wantonly on the noisy and wet streets, so there are vague gunshots and explosions, as well as music of different styles, and pervasive advertisements...

John was speeding down the street, passing cars.

He recalled his trip to the Haven Company. He thought he would be able to become arrogant after getting the subcutaneous armor, but found that he was still very young and still had some way to go before becoming a real ruthless character.

John will still go to training in the future.

He must use his advantages, and if he lacks experience, he can use the quantity and quality of chips to make up for it.

Black light brushes chip data.

Then use inhibitors to counteract negative effects.

John used to think that this attempt was too dangerous, but after so many things, he thought about it.

There is no option for cowardice or fear when embarking on this path.

The city overflows with desire and danger.

If you are not strong enough, you do not even have the right to know the truth.

What can Tinfoil and Eden do if they don't tell themselves?

Although it wasn't necessary...he really couldn't beat Eden.

The throttle roared louder and louder.

John lowered his body and turned into a black and red stream of light that traveled through the night. The sound of horns and high-rise buildings became a blurry background in his peripheral vision.

There is a height difference at the end of the elevated road.

The vehicle makes a short leap and continues to increase speed after landing.

John felt extremely depressed and thought of the transportation task of Tiebang Logistics.

What happened to him the last time he drove in the company?
There is no news about the tie clip beast.

There is nothing he can do with the middleman.

Waiting is something that can drive people crazy.

John slowed down and drifted on the curve, drawing a long black line on the street with a huge friction sound.

Make an emergency move to avoid an oncoming car.

Curses and screeching sounds were heard all of a sudden, and all kinds of insulting words were hurled at him. Several tough men with tattoos slammed the car door and rushed down to argue with him.

Click.

John pulled out a vodka revolver and stared back at the other man in confusion.

"Whoa~ Whoa, man, calm down."

"You have to pay attention to the traffic rules, it will kill you..."

Strong men also have dicks around their waists.

But they were just drag racing gangs who had just stepped onto the street. After seeing the vehicle under John's crotch and his eyes clearly, they wisely got back into the car.

"I'm guessing that I'm going to die trying to get high."

"never mind."

……

The black muscle coupe quickly left.

John lowered his arms, feeling his heart pounding, recalling the numbers on the dashboard just now...

"Fake, what's wrong with me?"

He reached for his neck and pulled out a blackened chip.

[Chip: Kanmel Melee Version 3.5 - Naked Strangulation Assassination (Damaged)]

"When did I insert it?"

John's back felt inexplicably cold, but his cheeks were extremely hot.

He looked around:
It is located on the edge of the elevated road, close to the old factory area. The road intersections lead to the West District and the Outer Ring Road respectively. There is very little traffic and there are no monitoring equipment on the road.

John used a special inhibitor.

His prosthetic eyes flashed, his head became calm again, and he immediately put the damaged parts into his inner pocket.

It had not been cleaned for a long time and was filled with waste.

[Unknown Contact [Video Call]]

"Who?"

John's tone was a bit unkind.

He turned on the scan and looked around, fearing that he would be followed.

A pop-up window popped up in the upper left corner of my field of vision, and I saw an Asian face.

[Kuang Xin: Hey, John, uh... man, I thought you would be a little happier to see me recover. 】

"whats the matter?"

[Kuang Xin: You seem to be angry. To make a long story short, thank you for saving my dog’s life and saving my face in front of my clients. In fact, I am downstairs in the Denny Street apartment and want to talk to you in person. 】

"OK, wait for me."

John spoke succinctly and hung up the phone.

He drove the Alloy RCH back to the apartment and saw a black business luxury car parked at the entrance to the basement from a distance.

John let the motorcycle drive back on its own.

He approached on foot.

The door opens automatically.

A muscular Haitian man in a suit came out, made way for him, and then pulled the co-pilot away and got in.

Two rows of sofas facing each other.

Red leather cushions, a fluffy woven rug, and an Asian guy in a bathrobe and shorts.

Kuang Xin invited him to sit down.

The door closes automatically.

Advertising noise and light pollution are blocked out.

The wall of air between the rear seats and the driver's seat becomes a honeycomb-shaped metal barrier.

The guest space becomes private and safe.

Kuang Xin relaxed his shoulders comfortably. There were two filled glasses of champagne on the pop-up wine table.

"I feel inexplicably relieved when I see you."

"You're so alive and kicking so quickly?"

"Of course, where do you think technology has progressed? Eden City is a dangerous place. There are as many unlucky people dying on the streets every day as there are scum dying on the bed."

Kuang Xin crossed his legs, shook his slippers, and looked out the car window with a slightly deep look.

"You have to believe in the power of technology. The place where I spend the most money, besides partying, is on the lives of myself and my clients."

He raised his glass to John.

Hey~
The wine is very light, has no stimulants, and is a rare original product.

John sighed, slightly emotional.

"It's great to have money, but people like you don't appreciate life, you insist on violating yourself crazily, and you dare to shoot under your body... What the hell were you thinking at that time?"

"A strong man cuts off his wrist. (Chinese)"

Kuang Xin showed a meaningful smile. "I have to save my life, and I have to keep my credibility. There is a price to pay for maintaining a network, and the price paid in politics is often much greater than pure physical pain."

"You deserve to die in the scheme."

John was not interested in delving into their conspiracy. He paused for a moment, just stared at him out of curiosity and asked.

"Did they put your lower one back on?"

"No."

Kuang Xin's face changed instantly, and all his deepness and melancholy disappeared.

"But I installed an upgraded model with threads and various small mechanisms. What makes me most satisfied is this..."

He put his feet down and spread his crotch.

The golden cloth began to swell, and then it emitted colorful lights, with a strobe!
"Advanced subcutaneous LED lights, blast it. The kind of technology that ghouls like to put on their faces is the most rubbish. I am the only one who can adjust it according to mood and atmosphere..."

He introduced John in detail.

So many treasures!

"I came to see you today for two things. First, a congressman's wife wants your contact information. Although I don't know what you went through tonight, I don't allow any of my friends to be troubled. Come with me, I'm sure. You feel great!"

Kuang Xin invited him warmly.

John was stunned by this.

He has not yet reacted to the outrageous remarks just now, and his mind keeps thinking about the wall he saw at Nocturne Bar...

"What? Uh, forget it, I'm not in the mood tonight."

John waved his hand. "What about the other thing?"

"Of course you have to ask yourself!"

Kuang Xin spoke happily, smacking the corners of his mouth and sitting down.

He waved his hand casually, flashed his prosthetic eyes twice, and transferred a large amount of money to John's account.

"The extra bonus doesn't alarm my clients, so I have to give you some benefit, right?"

Kuang Xin put away his smile and sat up straight.

He raised his hands to support his chin, and the dim light in the car concealed his expression at this time.

"Oluosi said, do you have something you want to investigate? My official identity is the spokesperson of Tiebang Logistics. If there is insider information related to this company, is there a better choice than me..."

John's expression also became serious.

Kuang Xin smiled again, his eyes complicated.

"How about it? Just be happy to meet me."

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