Chapter 63: Chapter 62: Kuang Xin’s Hot Party
John drove back to the Dan Street Apartment with a dark expression.
The package offered by the Black Gold Gang was quite cost-effective at the moment.
Eisenberg drove into the exclusive warehouse, the scanner slowly descended from the ceiling, ordered original factory parts and paint based on actual damage, and then sent the final repair time and bill to John.
The high insurance costs covered all the expenses.
But it ultimately comes out of John’s pocket; the renewal next quarter will definitely be overpriced based on the repair record.
John was broke, as long as they didn’t demand cash, it was fine.
After this surgery, he stayed at home recovering for two days, strictly following the doctor’s orders, taking medication on time, and getting his body back to its best condition.
Hum... Hum... Hum...
John waited for the adaptation period to end, then immediately went to wash off the post-surgery grime.
He felt his new body.
Whether exercising with home equipment or playing simulated fights with the chip, there was no discomfort at all.
The online complaints about stiffness and phantom pain didn’t appear.
John also began to increase the intensity of his workouts, while testing the prosthetic body—Plato’s subcutaneous armor is highly compatible with muscle fibers, its performance is absolutely superior to most prosthetic bodies on the market.
After Plato’s Warehouse was bombed, a bounty was issued for every item.
Recently, a hacker reversed the database to obtain a complete list and listed it on the black market for one Euro.
Eden speculated that a rival company was behind this.
John thought it looked more like a user list, which also noted details of the [UFP] subcutaneous armor and bounty, as well as the single-soldier electric-powered skeleton loaded by Electric Eel, all ridiculously expensive!
Nando used this as payment, and also gave an additional sum, according to mercenary market prices, it was definitely generous.
John had no complaints.
Nando even gave him a call.
[Talia said you’ve been discharged, how are you doing?]
[This job wasn’t easy, my judgment was off too, the truck’s supplies were plentiful, very useful for the camp. The black market vendors are reaching out to me, want to buy some small goods, if you’re interested, come over and pick, prioritized for you.]
[The camp’s business in the city is on track, we rented a storefront opposite the construction site as an office for the shell company, I’ll be handling some things there, come visit if you’re free.]
[Talia is a bit wild, honestly, when she took you away severely injured, I really... sigh, sorry, I’ll seriously warn her.]
John accepted with pleasure, didn’t say much more.
About half a day passed.
Alonna also sent a message, due to long distance, was sent via signal transfer.
[Heard you’re badly hurt, can you still drive?]
John could even imagine her impassive face.
[I’m back in Eden City at the beginning of the month, come with me to pick up a new car?]
"We’ll see."
[Hmm.]
John’s body had just recovered, and a slew of things came up.
First, that tie clip bastard finally showed up, said things were settled, needed John’s old employee number to find the transport queue records.
After sending it, he had to wait again.
Ten minutes after the tie clip hung up.
[Oulos Grenada [Video Call]]
The opposite’s profile picture was an eye.
A popup appeared on the top left of the screen.
Oulos wore a deep V gown, lips painted purple.
[John, come quick to the address I gave you last time, need you to repay a favor.]
"I’m quite resistant to middlemen right now, besides, I don’t remember owing you anything."
[Then take a look at this.]
John received a compressed file.
He knew Oulos was a top hacker, but there’s something in his head she couldn’t crack—Black Light.
After extracting, it was a drone surveillance video:
Eisenberg Silver Rider 577 forcibly broke through barriers on a closed section, rammed two police cars and engaged in conflict with passing Owl Town gang members two intersections ahead.
The camera zoomed in on a shot, showing John sprawling in the passenger seat with a breathing tube in his mouth.
Talia’s hand on the steering wheel.
"F*ck!"
John had only heard retellings.
Didn’t expect the actual situation to be this intense.
[Guess who helped link connections for you, got the police to drop pursuit, and intercepted the retaliating Owl Town gang?]
"Phew, what do you want?"
[Got a client to protect, if this works out, you won’t need to bother with that tie clip Shark Coin anymore.]
Oulos hung up after speaking.
[Task: Kuang Xin’s Hot Party]
[Rewards: Pay]
John sighed, turned to fetch the gun from his room.
He took the business card from the workbench, scanned the text with his prosthetic eye, pasted it into the navigation system, and sent it to his vehicle.
The car was being repaired.
John had to ride the motorcycle again.
He sped along the highway, circled around the city line for over ten minutes, overlooking a container processing factory on the edge of the bustling area.
Only after parking the bike and approaching did he realize it wasn’t that simple.
This kind of ghost place had even built a tightly guarded parking, contracting the old city airport runway, converting the original warehouse into spacious entry and exit tunnels.
Hidden and luxurious.
John approached the entrance of the factory, only then found that the worn walls surrounded by the most advanced security systems.
More detectors inside than at checkpoints.
There were even burly men in work clothes patrolling.
The edge of a bulletproof vest showed under his yellow work clothes.
The security checkpoint was hidden at the end of the passage past the great gate, very concealed, with many entrances and exits.