My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 77 076: Urban Farm

The elevator is rising rapidly.

Through the panel, John saw bright white floors filled with various crops.

The water mist is hazy.

The workers wear isolation suits and breathing valves, like common scientific researchers in biochemical experiments.

[Eden City-Radix Farm (Livestock Area)]

Angelica's access rights can only reach here. In order to ensure safety, the areas above need to be strictly managed.

John stepped out of the elevator.

This is an industrial style floor.

The floor height is at least seven or eight meters, and surrounded by large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, it has the feel of a start-up company's studio.

Underfoot is rough cement floor.

Steel is welded out of the staircase, which is divided into a reception area below and an independent office upstairs.

The surrounding area is filled with golden haystacks.

John followed Angelica.

"I've only seen straw in expansion packs."

"These were plastic models that farmers wanted to try feeding on alcohol-2 straw... but it failed because even the cell-modified animals couldn't digest that fiber."

Angelica sat on the wooden bench.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are actually holographic projections. Outside, you can see the redwood barn surrounded by fences, the endless pasture under the sunset, and even the silhouette of a cowboy riding.

"Beautiful dream."

John commented.

"right?"

A very thick voice came from above.

The office door closes.

An old man with white hair walked down the stairs. His metal legs were very heavy walking on the steel steps. It was estimated that not many of the original organs on his body could be used normally.

"This is based on the memories of my youth. I commissioned a European company to read out scenes that I had originally forgotten."

He was wearing a cowboy hat and a brown SCHOTT flight jacket.

On the waistband of the washed chemical fiber trousers is a very beautiful old-fashioned widened leather belt.

"The farmer, the owner here."

Angelica hugs him and introduces him to John.

The farmer has dark skin, a short beard, and a dark scar on his temples.

He looks like an old Western guy from a nostalgic movie.

He extended his hand to shake John's.

The knuckles are thick and the strength is strong.

"You are John, right? Lily already told me about you before she came here. How about it, kid? Do you feel any special after eating farm food?"

“It tastes good.”

"Haha, very good."

The farmer put his arm around John's shoulders and smelled of traditional tobacco.

"Do you like this window view?"

"Pretty peaceful."

"Yes, before the corporate war, the giant machinery I understood was just equipment for farming. Until the first nuclear bomb exploded on the country, what emerged from the dust was not only fighter jets, but also aerostats and metal guns. robot……"

He was slightly moved, his prosthetic eyes twinkling.

High-precision instruments cannot reproduce that sweet dream.

“I heard stories about old farms, and there were a lot of homeless people in the Damascus camp who had lost their land.”

John mentioned Nando's in passing.

The farmer's eyes also softened.

He explained his origins with the homeless:

When companies began to seize water and land, some farmers became homeless after failing to resist.

Others choose to unite.

They consolidated loose private holdings and then formed alliances, turning their power into weapons.

"We formed our own company, recruited mercenaries, armed cowboys and farmers, and brought livestock farming to international trade...and then expanded, went public, and increased our ability to protect ourselves."

The farmer recounted those glorious days.

He was holding on to the metal fence, like a melancholy family patriarch at the edge of a wheat field.

"We became capital, but also fell apart. After two rounds of corporate wars, we could no longer keep up. A large-scale nuclear war broke out, and pollution strangled the alliance's throat."

The company won.

The resistance of the manor owners failed.

The old man came to the city of Eden with his assets.

He focused his attention on the steel jungle city and spent his life's assets to support an urban farm.

John didn't understand.

The residents of Eden City struggle to survive every day in synthetic proteins and a mess that is difficult to look at directly. With this technology available, why not apply it on a large scale and then directly put it on the market?
“Every business is watching.”

The farmer explained everything to John in just a few words.

"If I do it on a small scale, I'm just making money, which is similar to what they are doing. But if I do it on a larger scale, I'm going head-on with food companies."

Urban farming is easy to say.

It is not a civilian project.

The technology and resources required for actual operation are huge.

After the War of Independence, the work of cleaning up radioactive materials continued for decades. Until now, there are still parts of the area within the border wall of Eden City that have radiation indicators higher than the limit.

Take soil collection as an example:
In addition to the need to clean up radiation, companies continue to expand, and factories are popping up everywhere that continue to put harmful substances into the soil.

And these beasts will never tell you that their laboratory has recently produced some deadly chemicals.

You have to constantly analyze and prescribe the right medicine.

The soil is already bad.

There are also problems with seeds.

The crops that were once familiar to the world cannot survive in today's harsh environment. Even soilless methods, hydroponics, or experiments with nutrient substrates will not help.

Actually...

Humanity has never stopped related research, and companies have developed new crops through genetically modified technology.

Most of the technology in this building was obtained from Gaia cells through various channels.

As a top biological enterprise, it is very successful in the research of animals and plants.

Farmers have wild nature at their core.

He said to John:

"In order to get these technologies, I also have a reward from the company. If I am short of money one day, you can try to shoot me in the head."

"Fake, seriously? Don't let me have such thoughts."

John thought the topic was pretty damning.

As for other businesses:

For example, Plato and Faqi Industries have also mastered similar technologies and have made breakthroughs in crops, seafood, etc.

They only think about how to use these things to make a fortune, or provide them for the privileged class to enjoy.

Fresh food costs are high.

The preliminary construction of this small field required the resources of an Ethan Berg supercar.

Its customer base is small.

The farmer waved his hand across the coffee table.

Advertisements projected onto the glass surface refer to a jar of pollution-free natural honey grown in an indoor flower garden.

[Auction price: 300]

"Who can afford this price?"

The farmer smiled bitterly for a moment, turned around, and waved his arms again. "Our customers live in the cloud."

All illusions of windows on the walls disappeared.

The curtain wall is flipped to reveal the night view of Eden City.

The skyscrapers are silent in the wind.

Colorful neon light haze breathes among the factory smoke, and various aircraft and cross-city orbits form its pulse.

Angelica drew up her knees.

One of her legs fell on the ground, the other was against the stool leg, and she smiled:

“Now do you know why it’s not on the menu?”

"Fake, the cost of filling my stomach has increased several times. I've spent a lot of money recently."

John felt a little sorry.

If he hadn't gotten ahead among the mercenaries, he might have had little chance to eat natural animal meat until he died.

The farmer shook his head after hearing this. He is trying to expand production scale, reduce costs, and allow more fresh food to flow to the bottom.

Giving bulk goods to shop owners like Angelica is an experiment.

"Isn't this considered a loss of jobs for the company?"

John heard the danger in it.

Synthetic protein products and industrial meat bags are rampant, and these products have occupied more than 90% of the market in Eden City.

If fresh food becomes available to the public, it will destroy the consumption habits that countless companies have worked hard to cultivate.

"Yeah, it's pretty damned. I've offended a lot of people. If I die one day, why not find someone familiar and use my head to go to the company dog ​​to collect the reward? Maximize your profits."

The farmer laughed, crossed his arms, stared at the scene of Eden City in the dark night, and touched the corners of his stubbled mouth.

The soil has been desecrated by human wars.

The world falls apart.

Corporate giants are hostile - they all want to allocate resources to more "important" matters.

The heart can be replaced by an implant.

Responsibility and conscience have not yet found a replacement.

The world seems to have reached a subtle consensus:

Junk food can satisfy basic needs, and no matter how many complaints there are, order will not collapse.

There are enough food sources for ordinary citizens.

The upper class have their own channels of enjoyment.

"There are still some people who think that food and drink are irrelevant. Living in this city that is as fucked as shit is enough. Who would start an agrarian revolution just for a bite of green vegetables?"

Farmers tried.

The war was lost decades ago.

His tone was light, but he summarized the past.

The farmer returned to the wooden chair and sat down:

"The expansion of the farm has made some bastards who turn a blind eye nervous. They want to apply for a search warrant and kill me through corporate resources. But I am not messing around in Eden City in vain. The council and The media has been stabilized..."

His eyes became as sharp as steel knives.

"When the overt tactics failed, we started to engage in small tricks."

Gangsters, mercenaries, bikers and other groups not interested in farming their own land have all gotten the message.

Gunfights have broken out frequently recently at pickup points in the West End.

"I don't care if there are more corpses. At worst, I'll chop them all into pieces and use them to be fattened or fed to pigs..."

The farmer noticed a slight change in John's expression.

"Aha, I'm kidding, kid. Anyway, I can still maintain the current situation for the time being. The Black Gold Gang has reached a consensus with me. Some of the well-staffed mercenaries have also been bribed by me, and there are patrol areas all around."

Ranchers is old American hardcore.

He was prepared for war, even expected it, and would be shot if he even tried to steal a tomato from him.

"I heard from Angelica that you have your own principles, so Mr. John, are you willing to take over my job?"

"The rules of mercenaries are based on the price."

"Very good, sincerity is the first step in cooperation. I can settle the settlement for you according to the market price. In the future, if you encounter my customers being robbed by the brats in the city, as long as you take action, I will calculate the money based on the head. No matter who I offend, I will tell you." It was me."

"Don't worry, you have to explain the transaction clearly, how to settle it, the specific price and payment plan."

John was very calm.

He has no intention of wasting bullets on his ideals.

The farmer also liked his style very much, so he took out a contract from Faqi Industrial to a corporate client.

Depending on the security level, there are specific quotes for killing ordinary hostile targets during violent conflicts.

Farmers are willing to pay the same rates as top corporate mercenaries.

"John, you have to spend money after you earn it. Are you living your life just to make egg whites?"

He proposed to use special delivery channels for settlement - fresh food, whether raw materials or finished dishes, can be delivered to your door.

"It's up to you, kid. You may not be able to buy these things just by having money."

“There are fresh food restaurants in town.”

"Are you willing to pay the service fee and brand premium? There will be no price difference when I give you, and I won't meet anyone to order the dishes. If you encounter quality problems, you can come to the factory to interview me."

The farmer set up a wooden bench and took out the Golden Apple cigarette case.

"Everyone in Eden City is risking his or her life for a better life, isn't it?"

"Fake, I've told you everything."

"Since we are talking about business, I also want to inspect the goods. Angelica has blown your reputation to the sky."

The farmer smiled and nodded, then said seriously.

"John, you have to prove that you are worth more than the mercenaries standing guard downstairs. Before entrusting you with important tasks, you first go to the wheat fields to kill wild birds and voles."

[Mission target update]

[Defeat "Wild Bird" 0/7 (not achieved)]

[Defeat "Vole" 0/11 (not achieved)]

John leaves with Angelica.

"What kind of riddle is this?"

"We'll find out later."

Angelica opened the elevator door.

The farmer granted permission to go directly to the roof of the factory. As soon as he walked out of the metal sliding door, he heard hurried footsteps.

"Look up to the sky."

Angelica classifies herself as a non-combatant.

"Hurry up, there will be more on the ground later."

John walked out of the platform holding a smart sniper rifle.

The roof area of ​​the building is very large.

This urban farm has a lot of large equipment that can only be placed on the roof of the building. Through the thick armor and ICE firmware, you can still hear their loud buzzing sounds.

At this time a group of enemies were trying to destroy the equipment.

They are wild birds.

John started scanning - there were several surveillance drones hovering in the sky, and aerial vehicles of unknown models were strafing the ground.

The bullet casings fell with a clang.

"Hour Shet!"

John rolled behind cover.

Next to him, two artillery mounts that had finished reloading began to counterattack in the air. A white dotted line drew in the sky, and it rained on the heads of the residents of Eden City. The industrial area was full of low-cost housing.

Whoever goes out will be unlucky.

John underestimated the war that the farmer said, but he didn't expect that a few vegetables could cause such a big battle in the city.

The float vehicle number has been blurred.

The machine gunner, although heavily armored, did not fit the typical profile of any company soldier.

They should also be mercenaries.

There are also many people around John, all of them are the farm owner's men, carrying EMP transmitters to control drones, and there are also hackers wearing stealth suits trying to fight each other.

John figured out the situation and got to work.

He calmly pulled the bolt and reversed the frame. His prosthetic eye received the signal from the standard mirror and captured several boxes marked with red data in the dark night.

[Weapon: Plato’s Night Banquet BI-06]

boom--

Click.

John calmly pulled the gun.

boom--

He quickly fired a second bullet, and at the same time, the body of the machine gunner he had just killed fell in front.

The tip of the device pierced the opponent's body.

Guts and blood were everywhere.

boom--

John was still shooting.

He aimed every shot calmly and gained results. As the main firepower point was suppressed, he began to attack the driver.

buzz~
The hover vehicle's balancer was dry-exploded.

Several heads popped up on the roof one after another, and the team members kept asking questions. Some people noticed John, so they pressed their temples to report to other mercenaries.

"I found it, it's pretty cool."

"One of our own."

"The boss is looking for a sniper."

"Fuck, he's so accurate."

　Thanks to young ONE dream book friend 20181031171518682 yesing123 for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)