My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 70 069: Where Geniuses Gather

Gino took him to the back of the boxing gym.

The employee aisles are filled with piles of goods, as well as gang members secretly smoking and looking at banned super-sensory chips during patrol hours.

There were only a few dim lights in the corridor.

She lifted off the plastic wrap and climbed skillfully onto the pile of debris.

John hung on the back of Gino's buttocks and crawled with her through an old abandoned pipe...

He actually came to the second floor of the boxing gym.

"This is a warehouse and my temporary bedroom."

Both Gino and Macao make a living by running a boxing gym. Compared with the often idle rental house, a few square meters of compartment contains the girl's childhood and half of her youth.

John stood on the creaking scaffolding and could hear various noises coming from the gaps.

Bustling with customers.

The murmurings in the dark of the shopping mall.

Using separate warehouses as rooms is not a unique idea. Every business owner who is homeless or is saving money will do this.

John also saw the lock in Gino's mouth.

It was an old industrial U-shaped iron block - you could buy a synthetic hamburger for an orphan in the street and they would open it for you.

Behind the small iron door is her independent workshop.

Gino didn't move the lock.

After rescuing a life from the ghoul's mouth, she gave full assurance to the exhausted Macao.

John looked around and was attracted by the dog-eared certificates on the wall.

[Item: Graduation Letter]

[Name: Gino Imwe]

"Houseit, are you a graduate of Eden Public School? You majored in network engineering!"

"Makao likes this paper better than I do."

Gino shook out the cigarette and tossed it to John. “In addition to leaving poor people like us with loans we can never repay, all that is left in that damn place is campus bullying and class discrimination.”

"What about the company's school recruitment plan?"

"Sign a contract that will lead to sudden death, and when the liver fails, the medical package will be replaced by electronic guts."

Gino took two puffs. "The idiot whose grades are much worse than mine sat directly in the spacious office and used the radio to call the female employees in to queue up according to the unspoken rules."

John smiled bitterly.

"Who was kidnapped this time?"

"A friend of mine."

"You mean tinfoil?"

John blurted out a name.

He said he had talked about her with the hacker in the deep dive suit at Haven a few hours ago.

"You are friends in a circle."

"Yes."

Gino nodded.

She introduced him to John.

There are many small doors in the public network of Eden City, leading to secret spaces. Many hackers gather inside to communicate, explore, and do a variety of businesses.

Some talented hackers who were not recruited by the company banded together and formed small organizations.

Learn from each other, share their technical achievements and become friends.

The organization that Gino belongs to is called [Rover Alliance].

The members are all street citizens with poor economic conditions, but they all have unique talents in a certain technical field and often share their lives and moods online.

Some time ago.

The founder of the Wanderer Alliance is missing.

Her nickname is Serum, and she often mentors other members. She is a well-known super hacker in the underground world.

"You want me to find your online friends?"

John felt a little prickly.

"The serum has been missing for more than half a year." Gino shook his head. "She left a Pandora's box online, said to be hidden in a data maze, which attracted a lot of attention at the time, but there is still no conclusive evidence that it is real."

"Everyone cares about her legacy, but only our friends in the Wanderer Alliance are worried about the safety of the serum."

Until the day before yesterday...

There is a member named Baseball Bat. It is said that he has found clues about the missing serum, which is related to the warehouse explosion case of Plato Company some time ago.

Also mentioned some memory-related technologies.

He was forced offline before he could upload relevant information.

John raised his eyebrows when he heard a few key words.

Gino looked worried.

"Both Tinfoil and I suspected that the network administrator was involved."

The online world in the cyber era is very special.

The old network collapsed decades ago due to a world-class terrorist act.

Subsequently, with the spread of intelligent AI, and various events such as corporate wars and city-state independence, the new network now used was finally built.

Its basic construction is very simple, but its depth is very high, extending its tentacles to almost every aspect of life.

The world is divided into independent cities, and each human gathering place has its own local area network.

In order to protect the safety of the people, in the cyber era there is an organization that specializes in managing the network environment, called...

Network monitoring.

"Let me stroke it."

John frowned.

"In order to investigate the disappearance of your friend, you hackers reached out to a company with a complete network department and a cutting-edge firewall in the market, and now the person is missing!"

"more or less."

Gino could only nod.

"Baseball Bat came online again just now and sent a moving coordinates and distress message. He said he had information about the serum."

She thought John was too troublesome and didn't want to get involved.

"Information about the serum can be sold at a high price on the black market. We just need to know what happened to her and then resell the information. Then you can keep the money!"

"What are you doing this for?"

John was a little surprised.

Gino smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"We can all care about the serum, but the Wanderer Alliance cannot make any waves. Only by allowing more treasure-hunting hacker hunters to join the game can we possibly dig out more clues."

"You are quite realistic."

[Task: Minor]

[Reward: Remuneration (floating)]

Mission information popped up in front of John's eyes.

When he walked out of the main entrance of the mall, Ethan Berg RCH stopped by the roadside and put down his tripod.

buzzing-

[Rush to the signal transmitting place. (unacommpolished)】

John imported the coordinates given by Gino into the map system.

The glass touch screen on the front hood of the motorcycle popped up, and then synchronized the information to his prosthetic eye and projected it onto the surface of the iris.

The streets of Eden City at night seemed to fluctuate for a moment. Each building was swept by a gridded dotted line, and then re-rendered with neon colors.

There is a yellow line segment in the middle of the street.

John kept accelerating, speeding forward along the path simulated by the tracking plug-in.

He gradually moved away from the bustling downtown area.

The ring road continues upward along the high ground on the edge of the city. After passing through a several-kilometer-long dam tunnel, it arrives near a highland at the very edge of the city.

[Eden City-Urban Weather Station (Abandoned)]

"A good place to kill people and silence them."

John turned off the motorcycle from a distance.

He walked along the road and not long after walking, he saw several cars with Plato's logo next to the abandoned building.

Then a guy in a suit walked out.

"Bismarck?"

John was a little surprised.

This guy is the senior executive of the company who made the deal with Eden, and he is also the head of a certain Plato project team. That bombed-out warehouse is still radiating influence.

John's prosthetic eye made a slight mechanical sound and continuously magnified and focused in night vision mode.

He canceled the scan the moment he saw it clearly.

Because this guy was very sensitive when we last met, and he seemed to have been specially installed with some kind of advanced anti-reconnaissance implant.

Bismarck looked very unhappy.

He seemed to be talking to someone on the phone, and walked onto the aerial vehicle without stopping, and left directly with the roar of the electromagnetic equipment.

[Enter the building and look for the baseball bat. (unacommpolished)】

[Do not alert the security personnel. (optional)]

Soldiers wearing Plato's armor guarded several entrances and exits.

The scan results showed that there was also a sniper on the observation platform high in the building, observing the left and right sides.

"I thought I heard an engine just now."

"Let's float the car."

"It's not the same. It's like a motorcycle or something, but it's a little bit like a racing gang like the Xiaoding Gang..."

"Have you asked the guard tower? Are there any vehicles on the road?"

"Not even a hair."

"Maybe they are a couple playing field games. I often bump into them. Bauer likes to do crafts while on guard duty. Last time, he went to the same place as a wild mandarin duck. It was so embarrassing!"

There was undisguised laughter in the night.

Hidden in the darkness, John felt a resonance. When he was working at Tiebang Logistics, there were a few idiots who had done similar stupid things, and the same thing spread more and more widely in the chat at the night shift.

The guards only came out to escort Bismarck.

There were two vehicles parked outside the building, which fit the combat units of two eight-person teams, and there were no signs of evacuation. There must be key surveillance targets in the building.

The two men ended their conversation at the door.

One of them turned and left.

The last guy walked to the metal door, took out the inhaler e-cigarette from his arms, and wanted to take a few puffs before the dew and moisture disappeared.

A pair of hands reached out from the darkness.

"Well!"

John's arms were implanted with alloy frames, and he used the newly learned strangulation technique from behind to get closer, and then quickly strangled his neck, and heard a slight brittle sound of bones.

The strong man lost his ability to resist.

The metal inhaler landed on his lap and was kicked up slightly a second before it hit the ground.

John reached out and took hold.

He stuffed the object into the opponent's body armor, patted it twice, and then dragged the body to the side and hid it.

There aren't many lights inside the building.

The entire corridor was extremely dark.

John decided to clean up the outside first, walked around half a circle and found a strong man urinating on the edge of the cliff while looking for the sound of water.

He quickly approached, held the bearded face in his hands the moment the other party turned his head, and twisted it half a circle with more force.

The strong man fell down at the sound.

The remaining liquid was shaken everywhere.

"Shet!"

John dragged the person away in disgust and rubbed the toe of his shoe against the person before leaving.

There were footsteps coming from the corner.

"Isn't your thing broken?"

The strong man on patrol had just exposed half of the gun barrel when he was completely dragged over.

John took out a butterfly knife and slashed the other person's throat.

Based on experience, he deduced that since there were three unlucky guys, there must be one person on each side of the building, and they would move at the same time according to the fixed shift time.

John continued to wait around the corner.

He heard footsteps approaching, then took out a knife and stabbed the side in anticipation of the time.

Originally I wanted to shoot the head directly.

But this guy was a bit tall, so the knife went directly through the black knitted scarf and Adam's apple, and then he pulled it sideways, but it didn't have an immediate killing effect...

John rushed forward to finish off the attack, killing him completely before he could make any more noise.

He groped on the opponent's tactical vest and found a slot for the tactical system.

This kind of high-end goods was previously only available to members of the combat formation.

Drivers in the transportation echelon like John can only chat through the vehicle's speakers and self-built voice.

The level of pornography on both sides is not at the same level.

He took out the data cable and plugged it in, taking over the system through black light.

Then a few brief conversations were heard.

John directly deduced and locked the coordinates of the remaining enemies through the friendly function in the combat system.

His eyes briefly flickered a few times, and a dozen humanoid outlines composed of turbulent red data appeared.

From far to near, large and small, wandering around the buildings.

John went back around and walked in through the front door.

His prosthetic eye is a high-end product from Messiah. It has a built-in night vision function for individual soldiers. It can clearly see complex corridors and stacked debris. The opponent's patrol plan comes from the earphones.

The perimeter soldiers changed their shifts themselves.

These people have been wiped out, and no one in the earphones called the police.

The inside of the building is a little more complicated.

John could only try to block his vision, keep getting closer, and then break their necks one by one from behind.

He also needs to constantly observe and listen as he travels.

If there are two soldiers who have a particularly good relationship and like to chat and brag while working, they have to be moved to the rear and kill those special cases who like to walk alone and dive and smoke next to them.

Halfway through the journey, John found several people in the team gathered in a room deep inside.

They turned off the team audio.

John observed the actions of these people:
This group of guys should be standing in front of a metal table. Judging from their body language, it should be somewhere like an operating table.

"Fake!"

John didn't want to carry the body out.

He could only abandon the other soldiers and rush outside the room - dim emergency lights shone onto the corridor from inside, and a child lay on the abandoned table, surrounded by several company soldiers who had taken off their helmets and heavy armor jackets.

"Do you really want to use this thing?"

"I said, this is not the first time for interrogation, but using drugs on a child is a bit..."

"Don't do this kind of thing. You kill women without blinking an eye. Are you being soft-hearted again this time?"

"Maybe you like small ones!"

"Fuck you, scumbags like Bismarck are perverts. In fact, it would be better if we do it. We can also give you pleasure if you ask. Falling into the hands of those people in the laboratory is called life worse than death!"

"Hurry up. When he comes back and finds that the child is still intact, he will probably cause trouble for us."

Danglanglang~
There was the sound of rolling metal outside the corridor.

"Who?"

Several people in the room became alert and raised their guns at the same time, and then the team's voice began calling numbers.

The large area of ​​silent signal source seems to be an invisible pressure.

The two soldiers moved forward together.

They went out at the same time, each searching in one direction. The muzzles of their guns kept adjusting their positions and began to leave further away.

Several people in the room also picked up their respective guys.

"Um... ah..."

The child lying on the table groaned in pain.

He wore a leather jacket with exaggerated metal, a shaved head, and data slots on both sides of his neck.

There was a bruise on his forehead, his clothes were stained with blood, and there were signs of being beaten on his face.

"I don't have time to deal with you right now, just stay here!"

The company soldier stepped forward, raised his rifle butt and was about to smash it down.

boom--

His head exploded.

Blood was spread on half the wall.

　Thanks to yesing123, Molu Shen Shao, Su Han for starting the class, and Star Reaching Master for their rewards.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)