My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 8 008: Nocturne Bar and Prosthetic Body
The night is shrouded and the lights are bright.

The subway rumbles.

Every pane of glass is occupied by the company's advertisements, product promotions are played in a 24-hour loop, huge advertisements are supported by light tubes, and scrolling subtitles are even placed on the beams.

The outer ring road is a slum, and security and quality of residents are generally low.

The passengers in the carriage are not friendly:

All kinds of poisonous insects, hungover street boys, and custom practitioners who go to work wrapped in windbreakers.

Every time I get out of the car, I am grateful that I did not encounter riots and shootings.

John looked out the window with calm eyes.

He arrived at the platform, transferred to the floating car, and entered the main city.

The passengers in the car also became much more respectable.

Most of them have serious jobs, but the numbness and repressed desire on their faces are almost the same.

Aerial vehicles fly over the city skyline.

Neon lights and holographic projections have replaced the tranquility of Eden City at night, and the cultural walls are covered with graffiti by gang members.

High tech, low life.

Welcome to (cross out) the fucking cyber age.

John smiled when he saw the graffiti text. The tracks were intertwined and the high-rise buildings blocked his view. His expression was reflected on the glass.

This is the first time he has crossed the outer ring of Eden City after killing the Black Heart Prosthetic Doctor.

The drone scanned the face, but no reward notice appeared.

He felt slightly relieved, and was thankful that he had destroyed the consultation records and monitoring information after connecting to the clinic system.

"I'm too nervous."

Vendetta, accident, robbery...

Who cares?
People die every day in the city of Eden, and a dead body may appear in every unnoticed corner.

It is impossible for medical institutions and insurance companies to avenge their customers. The best they can do is to notify the authorities and the police. And the group of cops who earn meager salaries and rely on bribery and oppression to survive have no sense of justice...

John comforted himself repeatedly.

[Go to Bignan No. 8 [Unachieved]]

The task released a specific address.

It started to rain when John walked out of the subway.

The thick coat was made of hydrophobic fabric. The raindrops were hitting his body, and the sound of pattering plastic could be heard in his ears. The white noise filtered out the hustle and bustle of the city, making him feel particularly peaceful.

John came to a bar according to the system prompts. Before he could enter, he was politely rejected by a strong muscular man.

"Sorry, membership has expired."

The security guard looks like the protagonist of a macho movie.

Both arms are prosthetic, a spray gun is hung on the waist, the communication channel is connected to the monitoring room, and the probe at the door has its own scanner. If dangerous elements are found, a dozen tough guys with live ammunition can be summoned at any time.

[Pass the watchdog and enter the Nocturne Bar. [Optional]]

John took two steps back, glanced at the sign, and waved away.

He has problems with his life now, and he will not spend money to become a member in a peripheral place just for a mission.

As for knocking the opponent down?
No kidding.

John only had a silencer and armor-piercing bullets, so there was only so much he could do.

[Mission target update]

[Head to the parking lot and find your way into Nocturne Bar. [Optional]]

John walked around a couple of men and women having fun in the alley, climbed over two piles of debris, and saw rows of cars.

A few flamboyant gangsters were smoking and bragging.

Judging from the style, it seems to be a gang member active in the neighborhood.

John had no intention of provoking them. Since the mission prompted him, there was obviously a better solution.

He observed the building shell, climbed over the trash can in two steps, and found an old ventilation facility. He followed the crumbling pipes and bypassed the life detector randomly stuffed inside...

"Haha, just come in."

John passed by behind the security guard and gave a civil and friendly gesture. "This salary is really good, big guy."

The owner of Nocturne is not strict about the entry and exit of customers.

First of all, not every VIP is willing to cooperate with identity checks and open the door for business. As long as you have the ability to come in, you are considered a guest.

Having fun in the store requires corresponding membership status. If you sneak in and don't top up your membership card, you won't be able to enjoy the signature services.

Drinks and consumption are allowed, but girls are not allowed.

John is not here to vent his desires. The electronic screen allows you to order, and the projection touch screen adds nerve conduction. As long as you think about what to drink, a hot girl will bring it to you.

When John was still working in Tiebang Logistics, his income was high, and he also visited similar places, mainly for weekend get-togethers with friends.

These drinks with weird names are basically laced with drugs.

Each has a unique role.

For example, brain stimulation can increase the speed of hacking, muscle paralysis can reduce pain transmission, improve concentration, and rely on excitement to build courage...

Wide variety and rich features.

If you want to improve your skills in a certain area, to be honest, that kind of thing is even available in street vending machines, so selling it in a professional bar is a bit low-end.

Of course, they have better, more expensive ways.

The company will not distribute combat aid and emergency medicine to grassroots employees. The welfare and equipment of non-combat departments are extremely poor. It has become a basic operation to pay for something to drink before going out on a mission.

John ordered a cocktail and tipped.

He knew how to extract information from the squirming waiters, but there wasn't a girl named Maya Waits in the bar.

Things are really getting into trouble.

[Go to the transformation center and access the system. [Optional]]

[Go to the monitoring room and access the system. [Optional]]

John matched the task prompts with the information provided by the waiter.

The rehabilitation center is the prosthetic clinic.

Nocturne Bar will provide customers with installation and maintenance services, and they can spend money to upgrade their equipment.

The control room is on the second floor and is the backbone of the security department.

The task asked him to choose one of the two.

John didn't want to die at the gunpoint of a group of naked thugs, so he got up and walked to the rehabilitation center.

He pretended to be a customer and checked the product list on the self-service machine:

As a membership-based venue, the products must be distinctive.

The prosthetics and chips provided by Nocturne are not bad. At first glance, they are all reputable brands from Eden City. At least they are safe.

John read through it carefully and found something that really interested him.

[Prosthesis: Atlanta Virtual Network]

[Part: Operating System]

【Function: Remote device control. 】

The access warehouse is the starting point for a hacker.

If this system can remotely operate the device, the status of the Black Spider can be checked from any corner of Eden City, instead of holding a bulky mobile device waiting for transmission.

Equivalent to a mobile server.

John glanced at the price and counted Black Spider's windfall and the last bit of reserves in his pocket...

Just in time to buy it.

All modifications require a call, and doctors also have to work according to orders.

John managed to get in after sitting for a moment.

The transformation center was the name given by the mission. The bar called it an arsenal and even built a rather grandiose security door outside.

Only after John entered did he realize why it was called the Arsenal.

Because the whole wall is...

"Genitals, it's shocking, isn't it? It's the first time I've seen it."

“The designer’s mind is really unique.”

"It was designed by the boss. He is just a jerk and adds shark coins."

The doctor smiled blankly, picked up the glass, took a sip, and motioned for John to sit down on the chair in front of him.

He connected the device and checked the order number.

"Atlanta Virtual Network, huh, tasteful. I haven't received an order other than genital modification for a long time."

The doctor is bald, middle-aged, and speaks in an old-fashioned way, as if he has been beaten to pieces by life and still wants to die.

"Wait a moment," he said.

There was a rumble in the arsenal's pipes, and then a labeled black box slid onto the operating table.

Open the sealed box and you will find the prosthetic body inside.

　Thanks to "17th's Black Cat" for the tip~
　　Thank you! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)