My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 74 073: Sneaking into the studio

"Farke, hurry up, you son of a bitch."

John rushed forward with a curse, like the last person beaten to a bloody head in a street fight.

The boxer frowned heavily.

He punched several times in a row, but John staggered and blocked them, as if he was struggling to death. He seemed to have no strength and always felt weird.

The boxer flew up with his side whip kick, trying to knock him down.

John suddenly became energetic, changed direction, hugged the opponent's entire leg, and brought him down with the help of his weight.

The boxer's eyes widened, his vision kept changing, and he was pinned down in the blink of an eye.

"WTF...poof!"

Before he could finish speaking, his teeth flew out.

John resisted damage and closed the distance just to take advantage of the technical advantages of the advanced chip.

The boxer was beaten until he was drooling.

John was also cursing in his mind.

Why are the enemies in the arena so durable?

The subcutaneous armor is full of toughness, and with the support of pain blockers and neuromodulation, it is difficult to knock him out.

John's energy was almost exhausted and he said helplessly.

"You're in bad luck."

"what?"

The boxer's mouth was full of blood and he couldn't hear John's words clearly.

Immediately afterwards...

He was pulled up by John, but before he could stand still, he was suddenly kicked away.

The body hit the edge grid.

In an instant, burning pain and numbness spread throughout the body.

The boxer twitched and screamed.

John frowned and waited for a few seconds to see if he still showed no signs of dizziness. Then he raised his foot and kicked the opponent in the throat.

The boxer cowered.

He was off the grid, but the suffocation and severe pain caused the skin on his face to quickly turn red. Before losing consciousness, he made a gesture of surrender.

John breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the third opponent was the worst.

He called the organizer to come in for first aid and saved this guy's life.

[Club Borago-Black Boxing Corridor]

"Shark coin stuff, you come here even if you don't have the ability. You think the arena competition is cool even if you haven't experienced any hardships."

Makao crossed his arms and frowned, seeming to hate this kind of young boy. "Every year there are people who are brave enough to try their luck and put themselves on the stage."

John made no comment.

He just sat there and watched the other party being carried out.

Macao transferred the winnings and bets to him, and spent half a day saving up enough rent for a quarter of the apartment on Dany Street.

Considered worthy of physical labor.

Not to mention the sentimental value.

"Are you feeling better?" Makao asked.

"It's easier than taking a living and killing people. It's a good change to the life of a mercenary."

John didn't show much emotion.

Macao hesitated for a moment and said: "You have already qualified for the invitational tournament. Don't fight in the ring anymore. If you want to play, I will help you make an appointment with a famous black boxer on the street."

John was a little surprised, smiled and touched him with a fist.

"So caring? As a coach, the boxers under your hands must be very happy."

"Fake Squid, John, you know what's going on with the boxers under me... You can also get commissions from street boxing. Anyway, I won't lose anything. I have nothing to lose by making you happy."

Macao shook his head helplessly.

"Lend me your butterfly knife."

He explained.

There are also physical prizes in the rookie arena competition, and you can choose some melee weapons and combat chips based on the number of consecutive wins.

But those things to John...

The quality is worrisome and the origin is unknown.

Macao has been involved in boxing matches for a long time, has internal channels of the Black Gold Gang, and John is a member of the Borago Club, so it is most cost-effective to use customized services.

Spend points to make a SOCP scabbard.

Isaac Military Industry's butterfly knives use national standard sizes and have universal accessories to choose from, so they can be made quickly.

John packed up and went to the auditorium to watch a few games, and then received the message that he could pick up the finished product.

Black alloy casing.

More texture than the original leather model.

John tried to pull out and insert it back in - it was very smooth, I don't know what technique was used, and the friction sound was very soft, suitable for stealth assassination.

"There are replaceable components inside, and the built-in grinding groove can ensure the sharpness. Of course, if your blade has a special coating on the surface, remember to remove the grinding groove... There is also a hole here for adding neurotoxins , it depends on your needs whether you want it or not.”

After Macao explained the internal design, he handed over the scabbard accessories and the sealed dropper containing neurotoxin.

John was a little surprised.

"Can you exchange so many things?"

"It's a good idea. Of course it's an internal relationship. You've become somewhat famous in the West District of Eden City. Reputation can be cashed in on the streets."

【Street reputation improvement↑】

[The black market has unlocked more services]

John and Macao returned to the tipsy bikini and chatted over Angelica's newly prepared dark beer.

There is still a lot to gain from this boxing match.

Actual combat can indeed train your melee combat abilities.

John's sense of technique, distance, rhythm and physical strength became increasingly clear.

[Series Mission Arena: Street Rising Star (Completed)]

[Reward: bonus, weapon accessories [alloy scabbard]]

The bar was very lively.

A long table surrounded by light strips, burgundy leather with brilliant neon light, drinks and swear words flowing in and out of the metal-modified organ.

Macao didn't stay long.

John was drinking alone, a little absent-minded:
Seeing that today was almost over, the tie clip still did not take the initiative to contact him.

According to the information provided by Kuang Xin...

This guy has already found out the employee file information. Could something go wrong later?
John was thinking wildly.

At this time, an unkempt middle-aged man in the corner of the bar suddenly stood up, trotted to his table as if he mustered up the courage, and asked:

"Are you John?"

He was wearing a sour jacket with a gloomy expression, and the coat was full of wrinkles and scratches on the wall plaster.

Apparently he was not doing well in Eden City.

John hesitated to speak.

He's been called out by strangers by name a lot lately.

"Yes, introduce yourself and tell me what you have to say."

"Oh my God, it's really you, a mercenary, right? I have a business I need to talk to you about."

This guy pulled out his chair and sat down, minding his own business, his eyes always wandering around.

It feels like hiding from debt all year round.

"I'm Clover."

"What type of work?"

"Rescue the hostages."

Clover's throat squirmed, he hesitated for a moment, half-scrambled, picked up the half-drunk stout on the table, and poured it down his throat.

John had narrowed his eyes.

Clover took a breath and began to explain the situation.

Because of debt problems, his girlfriend was kidnapped by the Xiaoding Gang. Now that the money problem has been solved, he hopes that John can rescue his beloved girl.

John put his hands on the back of his chair.

"Sorry man, uh, you really don't look like a decent guy to deal with debt right now, let alone my paycheck."

Kraft became excited instantly.

His lips trembled, as if he didn't dare to speak. He raised his head and looked around for a moment, then threw himself on the bar, apologizing to the waiter.

John raised his hand to signal to the people around him.

If this guy wasn't making a name for himself, he'd be kicking him out of the bar with his jacket in hand.

Crafo began operating the television above the bar, switching from Eden City News to the talk show.

The host with exquisite makeup appeared on the screen.

He underwent facial modification and used hell jokes as material for his talk show. His humor was full of weirdness, his clothes were shiny, and he made poses from time to time...

The studio was filled with canned laughter.

John motioned for the other party to explain.

But Clover looked up eagerly, and suddenly ran over nervously...

John looked over and said:
The scrolling entries at the bottom of the screen began to change. The latest number of the Eden City TV Lottery was [00729815].

Clover's eyes were red, and he came to the table.

His whole body exuded a corrosive smell, and he tremblingly handed out a slightly wrinkled lottery ticket.

Next to it is the security code of Eden City TV.

The number above is clearly the winning number for the current period. "Shet, you won a fucking million euros?"

John checked again and found that the numbers were OK.

"That's right, man!"

Clover's eyes and saliva were about to pop out, and his breathing was so rapid that he looked like a drug addict about to take action.

"Now I have a lot of money, so I hope you can help me bring Courtney back. John, I will pay you 20%, understand? It can make you a lot of money!"

[Side Mission-Stockholm]

[Reward: Remuneration (floating)]

John finally took over the task.

He drove his motorcycle to visit Sakura Cross Street again. He was actually a little confused on the way - he had not had many contacts with the Owl Town Gang, and they were not very pleasant.

The navigation system contained the coordinates provided by Crafo.

He had obviously also investigated and confirmed where Courtney was being held.

[No. 812 Sakura Cross Street-Crimson Studio]

The information revealed by the billboard is the film company.

A pornographic super-sensory chip filming base is surrounded by similar industrial gathering places. You can also see human-looking talent scouts walking around with several girls on their arms.

[Mission target update]

[Looking for Courtney. (unacommpolished)】

[Obtain shooting company information. (optional)]

John put away his heavy-caliber revolver and looked for a route along the wet alley like an ordinary tourist.

The residences within the Xiaoding Gang's jurisdiction are very narrow.

Heavy industrial style, with all kinds of old-fashioned facilities.

There is a smell of slowly withering in the neon lights until death.

The streets are surrounded by Owl Town gang thugs.

As the second gang in the city that is evenly matched with the Black Gold Gang, they are very confident in their control. The box of closed-circuit cameras is hanging on the top floor of the public area.

John climbed up the iron stairs to the top, kicked open the rusty lock and walked out.

He raised his hand to block the flood of neon light pollution.

The projections of floating vehicles and various billboards are refracted by the glass curtain wall and washed repeatedly on the roofs of rows of buildings.

John took out the data cable and hacked.

In the blink of an eye, the prosthetic eye marked all the Xiaomachi Gang guards in the building into data streams.

Remember the room layout again to reduce invalid searches.

[Resolve studio security. 0/12. (optional)]

John had already climbed over the wall and came to the side door of the building, leaning against the passageway to check his firearms.

"Ok?"

Something new appeared before his eyes.

[Does not cause any kills. (optional)]

This is to infiltrate the whole process and take away the hostages without raising alarm.

John thought for a moment and decided to try his best.

He put away his rifle and revolver.

There is no lock on the entrance to the passage. When you open it, you can see carts blocking the corridor, filled with fishy-smelling clothes and bed quilts.

The rooms on both sides of the corridor are the steam room and kitchen.

John's prosthetic eye is connected to cameras throughout the building and can see the enemy's location and movements through data tag information.

He walked quietly into a room.

The Xiaoding gang was melting ice for quick-frozen food bags and humming a little tune, looking quite comfortable.

"Uh huh, huh, Sahib... uh, uh uh!"

Johnle strangled his neck from behind, made sure he fainted, found something to tie him up, and threw him into the cart.

[Item: Authorized plug-in (hacked)]

John got the key.

Start searching along the building.

He was not sure how long the enemy would be unconscious, so he could only speed up as much as possible to avoid most of the guards.

John headed straight to the shooting area.

Female hostages are usually taken there.

He opened the door and saw a wider corridor and various decorated semi-open spaces.

The scenes include classrooms, living rooms, aerial vehicles, black clinics...

There is a large projection area in the middle of the circular staircase that opens up and down.

The black metal top is full of smart devices.

High-wattage lights can simulate sunlight, and various outdoor scenes can be calculated in real time below.

John couldn't get around it.

Filming in the middle of the venue.

The actors adjusted their movements as required.

John walked around to the onlookers, controlled him, dragged him into the dark passage, knocked him unconscious, and then threw him into a small cubicle to hide.

Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a crowbar and picked it up.

Inside the scene.

The actress who was straightening her waist and abdomen paused, and she gave a puzzled look to the camera.

The director was so angry that he cursed.

John stepped out of the darkness in front of the actress and put his finger to his lips.

The shirtless director gritted his teeth, picked up the whip and was about to step forward to use the theme.

But the next second...

boom!
John knocked him over from behind.

He moved very quickly, and before the people around him could react, he hit the photographer and those who tried to stop him with a stick one after another.

Suresh Chip contains street weapons and controls them very precisely.

These people only suffered from "deep coma" and their lives would not have been lost if they were rescued promptly.

The porn star heroines were slightly flustered.

They were silent the whole time and did not run away. After putting on their coats, they sat on the bed piled with strange utensils and smoked.

"No one wants to go out?"

John hid the unconscious man and asked again before leaving.

The movie stars looked at him and waved their hands, their eyes full of unspeakable emotions.

John scanned around.

There is no Courtney in this.

He was not interested in asking about the other actors, so he went straight to the management area in the deepest part of the studio.

The corridor is Japanese tatami.

The room was clean and tidy, obviously a high-rise residence.

The Xiaoding Gang is very hierarchical. The person in power did not appear. Others did not dare to get involved easily. There was not even a patrolling guard.

John opened the innermost sliding door and saw a girl in serious clothes staring at him in shock.

[Name: Courtney]

"Okay, I found you, don't be nervous, girl, Kraft asked me to come."

John explained his purpose, stepped forward and pulled her up, preparing to leave the building as quickly as possible.

Courtney was silent.

There was confusion and astonishment on her face, and she felt a sense of familiarity when she heard Crawford's name, but her eyes quickly dimmed.

When John tried to take her out.

The girl showed great resistance and hesitated to leave.

"Oh, listen."

John laughed angrily.

"I don't care about your safety, but the fucking Xiao Ding gang lackeys may rush in at any time, so... don't worry about what's wrong with you, come with me, now!"

John took out his revolver and put it against her head.

The resistance in Courtney's eyes disappeared instantly, as if the threat was the key to "activating" her.

John suspected:
If she doesn't use coercion, she will continue to be inked.

He led Courtney through the corridor, and as soon as he reached the edge of the shooting area, the shouts of killing exploded, and the entire building was suddenly alerted by the Owl Town gang.

The way out is blocked.

"Shet!"

Through the camera, John even saw a group of heavily armed Xiaoding gang members pouring in from outside the street.

The sound of footsteps was loud.

John cursed secretly, but suddenly noticed:
Courtney's prosthetic eyes flashed.

She seemed to be sending messages constantly.

"WTF?"

He tightened his grip on the gun.

　Thanks to "Tingyushanju" for the 10000 starting coins.

　　Thanks Brother Fu, bang bang bang~~
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　　There will be another chapter later, this task is completed.