My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 79 078: No blessing to enjoy

"Hey, okay, okay, man, don't pull out the gun, okay? If your hand shakes a little bit, I'll be screwed. We can talk slowly. Just put the gun away first. This thing makes it difficult for me to speak. "

Ahmad curled up and raised his hand.

He wanted to stay as far away from the revolver's muzzle as possible, but was afraid of irritating the opponent and causing it to misfire.

There are no guarantees with street guns.

This kind of assembly is the most likely to go wrong. How many gangsters failed to take hostages because the guy in their hands was not reliable enough.

John activated the recording function in his eyes.

The second generation and above products of Messiah Company all have video recording functions, and the latest consumer models can even record the original film of the super-sensing chip.

There were rumors at the beginning that the company's servers would steal privacy through the eyes of customers. After a wave of crisis public relations, there was no follow-up news.

It has no impact on the general public.

Amad is hesitant and talks a lot of nonsense.

He didn't want to die from a bullet.

"What the hell did you put in the meat?"

"That's right, but do you believe me when I say it? Don't make me collapse as soon as you get angry."

Ahmad was on the verge of tears.

"Use your brain, brother, I... Hey, hey, don't shoot. I was wrong. Can you calm down? Think about it, rich people must be more precious than you. There is a quality problem with the meat." , I must have investigated it immediately, some of my clients live in the city center, and their methods are much better than ours."

"I didn't do any shit, man, okay? It's so unfair!"

John narrowed his eyes: "How dare you get involved with a corporate dog? If there is a middleman who covets your business, it won't be the same if he takes over the business directly."

John was both benevolent and powerful.

This kind of person cannot be impatient, fear will overwhelm rationality, and he may have to fight you to the death.

John lowered his gun.

Ahmad took a few breaths and almost vomited them.

"Nonsense, insect meat is disgusting, isn't it also natural? Primitive people before the mass extinction of organisms were fine eating raw meat."

“I’ve been doing food service for a while.”

Ahmad turned over and pressed his arms with his weight to make himself feel a little better.

"Where are the results of the investigation? You must know."

John didn't expect this answer.

"There have indeed been some bad reviews recently, but the meat is really fine, I swear! If you don't believe it, ask someone knowledgeable to do a test. These products come from the Western District Radiation Chen Farm, and they are much better than those from food companies!"

Ahmad gradually became calmer as he spoke. "You haven't seen those meat bags grown in plastic bags. The technology content in the synthetics is higher than the cheap prosthetics stuffed in my body."

Amad broke into a cold sweat.

He got a little into the fun and roared angrily.

"Can't digest it?"

"Want to be a tough guy, huh? Well, let me see which one is stronger, your bones or your mouth..."

"The stomach and intestines suddenly encounter fresh meat, and they are confused. There are problems with absorption, leading to various problems!"

"There was a gunshot on the street just now. No matter how long the policeman takes, he still has to come to the scene to punch in. If you want to save your life, hurry up."

John's prosthetic body was soaked in black light, so there was no need to worry about data leakage.

"Farke, hey, you're fucking kidding me."

They have no business secrets worth stealing, and as for secrets like private life...it's really nothing in an era when skin and face can be replaced.

Ahmad smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"The customer's problem is due to a malfunction in the digestive system... Damn, to put it bluntly..."

John turned the gun and pointed it at his crotch.

"Just clear things up and I will judge the content myself."

"Are you kidding me?"

His expression was a little complicated.

Amade looked like he had eaten shit.

"Those who are sick have probably spent most of their lives eating egg whites and insect products, which has damaged their bodies. Do you understand? They are like poisonous insects who have taken too much medicine. Even drinking water feels bitter."

"Absolutely. Their digestive systems have probably never seen natural meat. How do you say that, some kind of...evolution. It may be a bit abnormal to say it this way, but the principle is similar."

He was in pain from the gunshot wound, but he still tried his best to answer.

"Damn, you're right."

"I'll say it again, there's nothing wrong with the meat."

John actually understands very well:
He worked his way up, and he had just accumulated some wealth. He had not yet visited high-end places, had not touched a high-end luxury car, and had not even finished reading his collection of super-sensory chips...

"The news is accurate. A company has done a test. It is the homeless assistance project mentioned in the recent municipal news. It includes an analysis of eating habits. I still have the original copy. If you want, take it."

He pressed the wound so he couldn't move.

John pulled a data chip from his pocket.

The evidence is obtained.

He ended the recording.

Ahmad revealed another news at this time,
The organisms raised on the Eden City Farm are also genetically improved varieties. They are the results of Gaia cell research and are cloned and recreated using well-preserved information.

John thought about the oceanic whitetip shark he had seen.

[Mission target update]

[Reply to the farmer. (unacommpolished)】

John looked around, preparing to evacuate.

"Hey you."

Ahmad suddenly stopped him.

"Well, I don't know where your brother got the meat from, but a digestive system failure is not fatal. Just get some medicine to treat it."

He shook his head mockingly.

"The company dogs have not disclosed experimental information to the outside world. In fact, as long as they transition from mixed meat to pure meat, they can gradually adapt to fresh food."

"Why tell me?"

"It's not a sin to have a tooth-beating ceremony. Does anyone deserve to live on protein paste? I work on the streets just to make my life more comfortable."

"..."

John was silent for a moment, took a piece of hemostatic agent from his arms and threw it over.

The siren sounds from far to near.

The roar of Saimo swept through the streets of the industrial area,
The morning light and factory smoke are like filters covering the city of Eden.

Through high-tech prosthetic eyes, all I see is nonsense.

John didn't kill Amad.

This person is a bulk person.

The left hand is the farmer, and the right hand is the company dogs of Eden City. He seems to be eating both ends, but in fact he is just a higher-level wage earner.

【Eden City - Radiation Dust Farm】

John threw away his smelly drag racing jacket, retrieved his stored equipment, and then walked through the elevated layer.

The mercenaries did not stop him.

The sky gradually gets brighter.

The battlefield needs to be cleaned.

Mercenaries are on the front lines and have the natural right to collect loot in the first round.

This is, after all, the farmer's doorstep.

In order to keep his "garden" tidy, he handed over all chores to a professional cleaning company.

So when John came back, he saw a group of strangers active around him.

[Hangover Party Cleaning Company]

Uniform.

Professional equipment.

Water cannons blasted across the muddy and bloody roads.

Workers extinguished the crackling fires among the ruins of the building in turn, sorted the loot, disposed of the bodies, and disassembled unused vehicles and firearms...

John walked into the elevator.

The metal door closed again.

Numbers jump.

After a while, the door panel became transparent, and layers of fresh food growing areas were visible again, and emotionless advertising slogans came from the speakers.

【Raichen Farm-Livestock Area】

John returned to the room filled with plastic haystacks.

Angelica greeted him.

The farmer paced the room, his prosthetic eyes glowing and the light next to the data slot turning on.

He is on the phone.

"You can take a basin and catch the shit you spurt out."

"Ordinary RPG? That's a fucking missile model. It just removed the label of Faqi Industry. It rang under my feet several times last night." "Can the racing party get a floating car? There is no serial number yet. , all are desperate mercenaries."

"This matter is not over yet!"

"Reveal the truth and I will rip out the intestines of anyone who touches my client and feed it to the pigs."

John listened silently, but couldn't help but think:
The farmer claimed to be protecting his customers, but just now he did not hesitate to kill Amade. In the final analysis, he was only protecting the business of the Radiation Chen Farm.

John picked up the red wine and poured it for himself.

The farmer ends the call.

He took off his cowboy hat and ran his hands through his short hair.

"Thank you, John, I hope you brought good news."

"I am not sure."

John's expression was calm, his prosthetic eyes flashed, and he reached out to send a recording file to Angelica and the farmer.

Since she is sitting here, there is no need to shy away.

John took out another chip and threw it on the table as additional evidence.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The farmer watched the whole process with a serious expression, then frowned and took a long breath.

Angelica said nothing.

She just stared into John's eyes.

The farmer crossed his legs and stroked his stubby beard.

The artificial leather in the tiger's mouth rustled.

He muttered to himself.

"Ah, damn... I always fucking thought the problem was with myself and other companies. Who would have thought that it's because the citizens can't eat it."

"It's no big deal, right?"

John couldn't understand the impact of this.

"It should be written on the chip that you can transition from mixed products to pure meat, and adjust slowly."

The farmer nodded first, then shook his head, and then smiled bitterly.

Every multinational food company starts with mixed products and slowly compromises on profits.

John asked.

"Isn't this different? Don't you have the final say in this factory?"

"You're right, John, but after leaving this factory, you don't even need to leave the West District. There are several tough-talking guys. If you want to have a good time in Eden City, you must conform to the interests of all parties. Eat the bitterness into your belly."

The farmer closed his eyes.

"If I start making mixed meat, I will become like them and put my hand into other people's bowls. Then I will be compared, a radiation farm or an international food company, which one can bring more benefits?"

Farmers learned a lesson in the rebellion on private estates in old America.

"If you want to become a dragon to gain power, you will only turn yourself into a monster in the end. There is a price for being complicit in evil, John. Those who suck a mouthful of leaves as a demonstration of drug rehabilitation are all shark coins."

"The investigation is clear, but nothing can be done?"

John asked.

The farmer did not answer. He was silent for a long time, and then suddenly asked: "Is Amad dead?"

"No."

"Okay, I did a good job. I'll give you a hush fee. The rest will be as agreed before. Can I provide you with meals later?"

"I'm OK."

"If you want to eat good food, just contact Angelica. Door-to-door delivery or fresh food delivery is no problem."

The farmer's eyes became sharp again.

He's going back on the phone.

No matter what, last night's attack touched his bottom line, and he had to fight back politically and with force.

There will definitely be more dirty work involved.

Including assassinations and business intelligence theft.

When the farmer heard that Amad was still alive, he knew that John had his own set of standards for doing things.

You may not be able to do those dirty jobs.

John had no moral constraints.

He was just too tired these two days, and his income was enough to meet his current expenses, so there was no need to push himself to death.

He received the money and stood up to say goodbye.

Angelica walked into the elevator together.

[Side Mission: Urban Farm (Complete)]

[Reward: Special channel [Angelica], remuneration]

hum-

The roar of Saimo exploded in the West End.

The industrial area is back to business.

The noise of various large equipment came through the concrete walls, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.

The red light is flashing.

The hydraulic holes of the large transport truck were wheezing.

John glanced at a nearby billboard.

There is still wet vomit in the lower right corner of the glass screen.

Municipal workers are shown calling on citizens to undergo respiratory modifications.

"Green light, don't you want to go?"

Angelica held John. "What are you thinking about?"

"What you gave me and Gino to eat, was it mixed meat or pure meat?"

"Mixed meat."

"Um...are you doing an experiment?"

John didn't hear the answer as he rode, and he couldn't turn around to look at Angelica's expression.

He thought silence was the answer.

Angelica said. "I know Amad, and I have read the contents of the chip."

"What? Fake, then why don't you just hand it over to the farmer directly? You also asked me to run over and shoot him!"

"Will the farmer believe it?"

Angelica asked rhetorically. "There will still be temptations, and other mercenaries will be sent to torture Amad, but I hope it is you who will do it, so that Amad has a higher chance of survival."

"Are you betting on my moral bottom line?"

"No, morality is a derogatory term. It should be called style of conduct. I like the way you work. How can I put it...it's quite cute."

Angelica pressed closer.

My hands and feet also became less reliable.

[Eden City-Borrago Club Parking Lot]

"I ran around day and night, but I found that no one on the street was honest."

John picked up his bag and prepared to leave.

Didi, didi.

The metal garage door closes.

He turned around.

Angelica stepped forward and put her arms around his shoulders, pushing him gently against the door, narrowing her eyes and showing her signature smile.

"So angry?"

She teased John not once or twice.

"follow me."

The elevator goes directly to her door.

Angelica's room is in the next building, with a similar layout to John's apartment. It exudes a faint smell of alcohol and an indescribable fragrance.

The curtains are drawn.

The light strips are adjusted very softly, and the layout of the room can be seen clearly, but it seems a bit dim.

She kicked off her shoes, threw away John's bag, and took him straight to the bed in the bedroom.

John felt dizzy and heard the drawer being opened.

He thought it would be a safety measure, but instead he got a player with a carbon fiber shell.

There is also a large rendering device overhead.

Angelica hummed.

John smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Just...watching a movie with you?"

(End of this chapter)