Chapter 200: Evening in Eden City
[Eden City-Shugang Terminal Container Loading and Unloading Area]
Most of the docks in Eden City come from land reclamation projects in different stages, and the water level fluctuates. Later, due to the interference of other capitals in sea transportation, the dock construction has been in a very embarrassing stage.
There are also many forces entrenched here.
Smugglers, shipping companies, maritime agencies, other large local companies, affiliated gangs, etc.
Based on Mr. Vito's email address, John found the corresponding warehouse number at the dock full of large containers.
Silver Rider 577 crossed the yellow spray code and stopped along the blurred landmark line.
Those huge lifting devices are embedded in the earth.
The hook lock and hydraulic pulley block are like a giant, spanning the container, with industrial wastewater and intricate tire marks under their feet.
If the Eastern three-dimensional factory in Eden City pays attention to the exquisite beauty of high-tech and fully automatic.
The dock area is where the most primitive heavy industry technology is found.
The overwhelming force, the pure mechanical levers, and the filth and stench left by technology are particularly evident on the faces of the workers wearing mechanical prosthetic limbs and with numb expressions.
There are tenders deep in the loading and unloading area.
It will carry the crew to a real ocean-going freighter.
John saw a black minivan.
Angelica has arrived at the transfer location according to the retreat route arranged by Vito.
She took the medicine and fell into a deep sleep.
There is a complete medical set up on board.
Including the driver, four members of the rescue team were in charge of the care. Each of them had a behavioral chip inserted to ensure that they had no memory of this period.
The warehouse rolling door was halfway up.
Several crew members were leaning against the workshop, smoking e-cigarettes, wearing vests and hydrophobic overalls, staring at Angelica's nanny car with a slightly scrutinizing look.
John stepped forward but was stopped by a sailor with his arms crossed.
"I'm not interested in getting in trouble. Who's the 'anchor'?"
The sailors looked at each other and did not give way.
John was able to see half of the workshop:
Inside there was a small dock with a speedboat moored, lifting tools and a car being repaired. The toolbox and folding metal table seemed to have been moved in temporarily.
A dark-skinned European man blocked John's view.
"Who introduced you here?"
"Vito Russell."
"Wait."
Their tone was not friendly and their voices were hoarse.
The leading guy left for a few minutes and came back with a more burly man - more than two meters tall, walking slowly towards him in black military boots.
He was wearing a hydrophobic T-shirt, similar to an old American army drill uniform, with rounded cuffs and collar.
[Name: Quaid Green [Anchor]]
[Power: Raven International Ocean Shipping Company]
[Scan: Alloy skeleton [Isaac Military Industry], auxiliary heart, amphibious lungs, water vortex foot kit, etc.]
"Are you the captain?"
John had already obtained the intelligence through the scan.
Captain Quaid did not answer. His eye sockets were very deep, and he looked as if he was always squinting and looked ferocious.
John took out the gold ring.
The other person's eyes finally changed, and he reached out to take it, but missed at the last second.
John withdrew his hand and deliberately remained silent.
Captain Quaid stared at him and waved his hand. The crew members around him stood up from their idle state, passed by the two of them, and walked towards the nanny car.
"We don't like to talk much when we get ashore."
He began to explain, his voice also very hoarse.
Sailors on ocean ferries like to install voice software that embeds itself in their throats like a soft magnet, allowing them to speak through a separate voice channel within the ship's signal coverage area.
Some seafarers may even suffer from short-term aphasia after long voyages, and some have their vocal tracts removed and replaced with pure voice software, which can also help avoid some common organ diseases among seafarers.
They have now left the team channel, and it feels unnatural to speak with their fleshy voices.
There are many similar iconic prostheses.
Everyone on the scene, including Quaid Green, had custom-made cochlear implants to help them adapt to the huge waves at sea.
Foot prostheses allow them to walk on decks and in cabins with ease, and can even embed into floors and walls to complete difficult repairs and physical work.
Captain Quaid took the heavy gold ring, rubbed it and observed it under natural light. No one knew how he judged its authenticity.
Biu, Biu!
John suddenly heard the sound of a silenced gunshot.
He activated the Swansea Westin and teleported to the nanny car, then pulled out a gun and put it to the head of one of the crew members.
But it's too late.
Quaid's crew killed the accompanying driver and medical staff.
They were about to push out Angelica's medical stretcher when they were interrupted by John's threatening action with a gun. They could only look at the boss in silence.
“This is normal procedure.”
Captain Quaid's hoarse voice came from a distance.
"Unless you think their lives are more important than the girls in the car."
His expression did not change, like the aged and faded lifebuoy on the side of a ship, and the surface of his skin was full of muscle ravines and wind-blown wrinkles.
"These people are wearing chips from medical institutions, which means they are carrying mobile cameras with precise positioning. I am also taking risks. Only if the clues are broken here can she and we leave Eden City safely!"
Quaid stared at John until he lowered his gun.
The crew members completed the work in their hands in silence. Their strong arms brought the medical stretcher down steadily, leaving no traces of wheels on the ground, and delivered it directly to the shuttle boat in the cargo area.
Quaid said nothing more to John.
John even suspected:
If I hadn't shown a strong attitude, I would probably have been one of the people who were silenced.
The warehouse shutter door slowly closed.
Through the wall I could hear the speedboat starting up.
John hesitated for a moment, returned to the sports car, and finally realized that Angelica had left the city.
Click.
He lit a traditional cigarette and leaned against the hood of the Silver Knight 577 to admire the slightly fishy sunset by the dock.
Nicotine left no spicy taste between the lips and tongue, and the familiar stimulation when it passed through the lungs became much weaker, as if the flesh had died.
This colorful city of dreams becomes dim before dusk.
The skyscrapers and public facilities are all gray and white, with hard edges and corners dividing each building and staircase.
The surface of the sea was as thick as mercury.
There was something unreal and hazy about the sunset.
It feels like watching a beverage advertisement in a vending machine through glass. The orange color is overshadowed by the incandescent light and doesn't seem bright enough.
Half a cigarette was not finished.
The skyscraper of Chengxin Plaza was glowing, but because the sky had not yet completely darkened, the excessive brightness made it difficult to see the colorful advertisements. The entire building looked like a light tube inserted in the middle of the city.
Then more and more windows lit up.
The densely packed white dots look like solder joints arranged in groups on a metal circuit.
[Mission: Godfather's Dinner (Completed)]
[Rewards: Bounty [Longchuanze], Bounty [Campol], Partial Reward [Vito Russell], Martyr GTX [In Use], Ethanburger-Silver Knight 577 [Refitted]. ]
John smoked a tasteless cigarette and scanned the settlement list.
He noticed a strange object called "Martyr", thought for a moment and turned his wrist over - the green life countdown continued.
【Contact-Gino [unread message]】
[The matter I mentioned to you has been settled. Come quickly, time is running out! ]
John flicked away his cigarette.
The flaking sparks stumbled down the pier and were submerged by the dark sea water. Then they disappeared with a puff.
Silver Knight 577 speeds through the city streets.
Night falls in the stream of light from the taillights of a supercar, and the curtain walls of high-rise buildings are eroded by neon lights, becoming more and more brilliant little by little.
The huge electric current poured into every corner of the city like plasma mixed with stimulants.
【Eden City-Danny Street】
The West End seems to have returned to prosperity under the joint governance of the two godfathers.
Kitsch lovers have reappeared on the streets, and young people who install light bulbs under their skin have once again occupied every corner covered with graffiti.
The sound waves of Silver Knight 577 attracted a lot of people's attention.
Someone whistled.
Some people stopped to express their envy.
Someone gave John the middle finger.
……
The cool and handsome macho men and the hot girls in deep V-neck dresses are all showing their personalities in this world of lights and feasting.
Bang, da da da!
There was a sound of tipping coming from a distant street corner.
A member of the Owl Town Gang wearing a leather jacket ran out of the alley in a panic. As soon as he knocked over some debris on the roadside, he was beaten to death on the spot by the Black Gold Gang thugs who were following him.
The gunshots were still going off, but they were much farther away.
It turned out that gang warfare was still spreading on the streets of the West District, but the public was much more accepting of it. Some curious people even started to watch, and young teenagers who wanted to prove their courage even touched the pockets of the corpse.
John leaned against the car window and watched the whole process.
He raised his sight along the tumbling holographic projection:
The skyscraper factory in the distance is like a prison silent in the dark. There is no colorful scene, only monotonous rows of red lights flashing, reminding that there is another group of people chasing their dreams in the city.
They are hidden in high-rise buildings and numerous factories, becoming part of the city's blood, no different from electricity, mud, and coolant, and are commodities whose prices can be measured.
beep--
The vehicles following Silver Rider 577 finally plucked up the courage to honk.
John undrafted his arm from the window, turned the steering wheel, and slid into the Borago Club.
The gang patrol system was restored.
He parked the car and walked through the familiar underpass, where he saw armed gang members roaming around the intersection.
Their faces were unfamiliar and their attitudes were unfriendly.
The power system of the ground floor shopping mall of Borago was damaged in the explosion half a month ago.
Some of the ceiling spotlights were not installed properly.
The scene is a little dim.
Currently, visibility is maintained by shop signs and temporarily supplemented mobile cables.
This hazy environment reminded John of the underground shopping malls in the East District. The hazy feeling aroused people's desires and brought comfort to young people and empty citizens.
There are more passenger traffic than accidents.
A large area of different colored light tubes and flashing pupils swayed in the crowd.
Some West End regulars have already noticed John’s presence – the familiar hydrophobic work jacket, short hair and high nose bridge.
The owners of the stores in the mall greeted him.
They talked to the famous mercenary about Angelica's situation and the horrific explosion half a month ago.
[West District street reputation increased, new black market items unlocked. ]
The commotion caused by John was quite big. In half a month, it was enough for the rumors to spread and ferment.
Vendors like to hide good stuff when purchasing goods, and sell them specifically to street talkers - this is both a way to build good relationships and an easier way to increase their visibility.
"Come and have a look, brother."
"New clothes, high-quality military boots, refurbished special operations uniforms. Hush, don't make a sound, it's not easy to get such a set!"
"A new hairstyle, absolutely handsome. It doesn't matter if you have no hair. Just work on your scalp for five minutes and it will be done. I guarantee it has never appeared on the street. If you want to become a legend, you have to have something iconic..."
"New claw knife, brass knuckles set, you can also hide knives in your toenails. If you place an order now, I will also give you a set of awesome fighting chips. How about it?"
If John hadn't been in a hurry because of his appointment with Gino, he would have been really interested.
During the time they wasted, some members of the Black Gold Gang gathered around. They were all familiar faces they had seen before, some even regulars in bikinis who were tipsy, but no one took the initiative to come forward and say hello.
There's a rift in John's relationship with the Black Gold Gang.
He said goodbye to the shop owner and walked into the bandage boxing gym across the street under the stern gaze of the bar bouncer.
Makao was giving a boxer a stern instruction.
John didn't disturb him, and skillfully opened the back door and climbed up the stairs to the mall's delivery aisle.
Gino's tool room is hidden above the gym.
John knocked gently on the door.
The electronic lock turned from red to green, but no one responded.
When John pushed the door open, he noticed a thin layer of condensation on the iron sheet.
The air conditioning in the room was very low.
He didn't say anything, but looked through the gap first, then pushed the door open with the gun in hand.
Gino lay in the diving chair.
Advanced hackers in the cyber age can connect their self-awareness to the network (cyberspace) through device connections, conduct network navigation in a three-dimensional perspective, and complete more sophisticated and difficult hacking operations.
John moved closer and saw that Gino's forehead was covered with sweat.
The temperature around the device is very high, and the heat dissipation is operating at full power, as if it is under pressure that does not belong to it.
Gino is a very talented hacker or inventor.
At least that's what John thought.
The EMP launcher she modified can penetrate the company's firewall and intercept drones while avoiding online tracking.
But making money and taking risks go hand in hand.
Gino's attempt nearly cost her her life.
If Mr. Vito had not intervened and John had not taken the risk of using black light to take the mission, she would have been thrown into a corner of the city by the zombies.
Therefore, Gino has always been restrained in his work, and his financial situation is naturally not as good as those hackers who dare to take risks.
Funds were tight, so the equipment had to be makeshift.
Snapped!
Black smoke was coming out of the electrical box in the corner of the room.
Half the light strips were off.
John let go of his hands, thinking that he had accidentally touched some fatal mechanism.
"Gino! I told you..."
Makao's roar pierced through the ceiling.
The lights in the gym must have been damaged.
"Stop yelling, I can handle it!"
Gino responded as he tore off his stealth suit and climbed up, revealing his chest that was emitting white smoke.
She took the tools without caring about her image and solved the power problem in no time, as if she didn't see John.
"Um, I..."
"Wait a minute, John, are you driving here?"
Gino raised his hand to interrupt, turned around and rushed into the bathroom, poured a basin of cold water on his head, kicked off his stealth suit in a few seconds, and changed into the clothes he had prepared in advance.
She was embarrassed and excited.
"Hurry, hurry, talk as you walk!"
"Have you contacted Serum?"
"No, we have an organization called the Wanderer Alliance, remember? There's a jerk called Sisal Rope who must know where the boss is. I finally found a clue in cyberspace, let's catch him!"
Gino finished speaking in one breath and gulped down a bottle of water.
John was infected by her emotions and trotted back to the car. The familiar engine sound once again ignited the garage of the Borago Club.
(End of this chapter)
[Eden City-Shugang Terminal Container Loading and Unloading Area]
Most of the docks in Eden City come from land reclamation projects in different stages, and the water level fluctuates. Later, due to the interference of other capitals in sea transportation, the dock construction has been in a very embarrassing stage.
There are also many forces entrenched here.
Smugglers, shipping companies, maritime agencies, other large local companies, affiliated gangs, etc.
Based on Mr. Vito's email address, John found the corresponding warehouse number at the dock full of large containers.
Silver Rider 577 crossed the yellow spray code and stopped along the blurred landmark line.
Those huge lifting devices are embedded in the earth.
The hook lock and hydraulic pulley block are like a giant, spanning the container, with industrial wastewater and intricate tire marks under their feet.
If the Eastern three-dimensional factory in Eden City pays attention to the exquisite beauty of high-tech and fully automatic.
The dock area is where the most primitive heavy industry technology is found.
The overwhelming force, the pure mechanical levers, and the filth and stench left by technology are particularly evident on the faces of the workers wearing mechanical prosthetic limbs and with numb expressions.
There are tenders deep in the loading and unloading area.
It will carry the crew to a real ocean-going freighter.
John saw a black minivan.
Angelica has arrived at the transfer location according to the retreat route arranged by Vito.
She took the medicine and fell into a deep sleep.
There is a complete medical set up on board.
Including the driver, four members of the rescue team were in charge of the care. Each of them had a behavioral chip inserted to ensure that they had no memory of this period.
The warehouse rolling door was halfway up.
Several crew members were leaning against the workshop, smoking e-cigarettes, wearing vests and hydrophobic overalls, staring at Angelica's nanny car with a slightly scrutinizing look.
John stepped forward but was stopped by a sailor with his arms crossed.
"I'm not interested in getting in trouble. Who's the 'anchor'?"
The sailors looked at each other and did not give way.
John was able to see half of the workshop:
Inside there was a small dock with a speedboat moored, lifting tools and a car being repaired. The toolbox and folding metal table seemed to have been moved in temporarily.
A dark-skinned European man blocked John's view.
"Who introduced you here?"
"Vito Russell."
"Wait."
Their tone was not friendly and their voices were hoarse.
The leading guy left for a few minutes and came back with a more burly man - more than two meters tall, walking slowly towards him in black military boots.
He was wearing a hydrophobic T-shirt, similar to an old American army drill uniform, with rounded cuffs and collar.
[Name: Quaid Green [Anchor]]
[Power: Raven International Ocean Shipping Company]
[Scan: Alloy skeleton [Isaac Military Industry], auxiliary heart, amphibious lungs, water vortex foot kit, etc.]
"Are you the captain?"
John had already obtained the intelligence through the scan.
Captain Quaid did not answer. His eye sockets were very deep, and he looked as if he was always squinting and looked ferocious.
John took out the gold ring.
The other person's eyes finally changed, and he reached out to take it, but missed at the last second.
John withdrew his hand and deliberately remained silent.
Captain Quaid stared at him and waved his hand. The crew members around him stood up from their idle state, passed by the two of them, and walked towards the nanny car.
"We don't like to talk much when we get ashore."
He began to explain, his voice also very hoarse.
Sailors on ocean ferries like to install voice software that embeds itself in their throats like a soft magnet, allowing them to speak through a separate voice channel within the ship's signal coverage area.
Some seafarers may even suffer from short-term aphasia after long voyages, and some have their vocal tracts removed and replaced with pure voice software, which can also help avoid some common organ diseases among seafarers.
They have now left the team channel, and it feels unnatural to speak with their fleshy voices.
There are many similar iconic prostheses.
Everyone on the scene, including Quaid Green, had custom-made cochlear implants to help them adapt to the huge waves at sea.
Foot prostheses allow them to walk on decks and in cabins with ease, and can even embed into floors and walls to complete difficult repairs and physical work.
Captain Quaid took the heavy gold ring, rubbed it and observed it under natural light. No one knew how he judged its authenticity.
Biu, Biu!
John suddenly heard the sound of a silenced gunshot.
He activated the Swansea Westin and teleported to the nanny car, then pulled out a gun and put it to the head of one of the crew members.
But it's too late.
Quaid's crew killed the accompanying driver and medical staff.
They were about to push out Angelica's medical stretcher when they were interrupted by John's threatening action with a gun. They could only look at the boss in silence.
“This is normal procedure.”
Captain Quaid's hoarse voice came from a distance.
"Unless you think their lives are more important than the girls in the car."
His expression did not change, like the aged and faded lifebuoy on the side of a ship, and the surface of his skin was full of muscle ravines and wind-blown wrinkles.
"These people are wearing chips from medical institutions, which means they are carrying mobile cameras with precise positioning. I am also taking risks. Only if the clues are broken here can she and we leave Eden City safely!"
Quaid stared at John until he lowered his gun.
The crew members completed the work in their hands in silence. Their strong arms brought the medical stretcher down steadily, leaving no traces of wheels on the ground, and delivered it directly to the shuttle boat in the cargo area.
Quaid said nothing more to John.
John even suspected:
If I hadn't shown a strong attitude, I would probably have been one of the people who were silenced.
The warehouse shutter door slowly closed.
Through the wall I could hear the speedboat starting up.
John hesitated for a moment, returned to the sports car, and finally realized that Angelica had left the city.
Click.
He lit a traditional cigarette and leaned against the hood of the Silver Knight 577 to admire the slightly fishy sunset by the dock.
Nicotine left no spicy taste between the lips and tongue, and the familiar stimulation when it passed through the lungs became much weaker, as if the flesh had died.
This colorful city of dreams becomes dim before dusk.
The skyscrapers and public facilities are all gray and white, with hard edges and corners dividing each building and staircase.
The surface of the sea was as thick as mercury.
There was something unreal and hazy about the sunset.
It feels like watching a beverage advertisement in a vending machine through glass. The orange color is overshadowed by the incandescent light and doesn't seem bright enough.
Half a cigarette was not finished.
The skyscraper of Chengxin Plaza was glowing, but because the sky had not yet completely darkened, the excessive brightness made it difficult to see the colorful advertisements. The entire building looked like a light tube inserted in the middle of the city.
Then more and more windows lit up.
The densely packed white dots look like solder joints arranged in groups on a metal circuit.
[Mission: Godfather's Dinner (Completed)]
[Rewards: Bounty [Longchuanze], Bounty [Campol], Partial Reward [Vito Russell], Martyr GTX [In Use], Ethanburger-Silver Knight 577 [Refitted]. ]
John smoked a tasteless cigarette and scanned the settlement list.
He noticed a strange object called "Martyr", thought for a moment and turned his wrist over - the green life countdown continued.
【Contact-Gino [unread message]】
[The matter I mentioned to you has been settled. Come quickly, time is running out! ]
John flicked away his cigarette.
The flaking sparks stumbled down the pier and were submerged by the dark sea water. Then they disappeared with a puff.
Silver Knight 577 speeds through the city streets.
Night falls in the stream of light from the taillights of a supercar, and the curtain walls of high-rise buildings are eroded by neon lights, becoming more and more brilliant little by little.
The huge electric current poured into every corner of the city like plasma mixed with stimulants.
【Eden City-Danny Street】
The West End seems to have returned to prosperity under the joint governance of the two godfathers.
Kitsch lovers have reappeared on the streets, and young people who install light bulbs under their skin have once again occupied every corner covered with graffiti.
The sound waves of Silver Knight 577 attracted a lot of people's attention.
Someone whistled.
Some people stopped to express their envy.
Someone gave John the middle finger.
……
The cool and handsome macho men and the hot girls in deep V-neck dresses are all showing their personalities in this world of lights and feasting.
Bang, da da da!
There was a sound of tipping coming from a distant street corner.
A member of the Owl Town Gang wearing a leather jacket ran out of the alley in a panic. As soon as he knocked over some debris on the roadside, he was beaten to death on the spot by the Black Gold Gang thugs who were following him.
The gunshots were still going off, but they were much farther away.
It turned out that gang warfare was still spreading on the streets of the West District, but the public was much more accepting of it. Some curious people even started to watch, and young teenagers who wanted to prove their courage even touched the pockets of the corpse.
John leaned against the car window and watched the whole process.
He raised his sight along the tumbling holographic projection:
The skyscraper factory in the distance is like a prison silent in the dark. There is no colorful scene, only monotonous rows of red lights flashing, reminding that there is another group of people chasing their dreams in the city.
They are hidden in high-rise buildings and numerous factories, becoming part of the city's blood, no different from electricity, mud, and coolant, and are commodities whose prices can be measured.
beep--
The vehicles following Silver Rider 577 finally plucked up the courage to honk.
John undrafted his arm from the window, turned the steering wheel, and slid into the Borago Club.
The gang patrol system was restored.
He parked the car and walked through the familiar underpass, where he saw armed gang members roaming around the intersection.
Their faces were unfamiliar and their attitudes were unfriendly.
The power system of the ground floor shopping mall of Borago was damaged in the explosion half a month ago.
Some of the ceiling spotlights were not installed properly.
The scene is a little dim.
Currently, visibility is maintained by shop signs and temporarily supplemented mobile cables.
This hazy environment reminded John of the underground shopping malls in the East District. The hazy feeling aroused people's desires and brought comfort to young people and empty citizens.
There are more passenger traffic than accidents.
A large area of different colored light tubes and flashing pupils swayed in the crowd.
Some West End regulars have already noticed John’s presence – the familiar hydrophobic work jacket, short hair and high nose bridge.
The owners of the stores in the mall greeted him.
They talked to the famous mercenary about Angelica's situation and the horrific explosion half a month ago.
[West District street reputation increased, new black market items unlocked. ]
The commotion caused by John was quite big. In half a month, it was enough for the rumors to spread and ferment.
Vendors like to hide good stuff when purchasing goods, and sell them specifically to street talkers - this is both a way to build good relationships and an easier way to increase their visibility.
"Come and have a look, brother."
"New clothes, high-quality military boots, refurbished special operations uniforms. Hush, don't make a sound, it's not easy to get such a set!"
"A new hairstyle, absolutely handsome. It doesn't matter if you have no hair. Just work on your scalp for five minutes and it will be done. I guarantee it has never appeared on the street. If you want to become a legend, you have to have something iconic..."
"New claw knife, brass knuckles set, you can also hide knives in your toenails. If you place an order now, I will also give you a set of awesome fighting chips. How about it?"
If John hadn't been in a hurry because of his appointment with Gino, he would have been really interested.
During the time they wasted, some members of the Black Gold Gang gathered around. They were all familiar faces they had seen before, some even regulars in bikinis who were tipsy, but no one took the initiative to come forward and say hello.
There's a rift in John's relationship with the Black Gold Gang.
He said goodbye to the shop owner and walked into the bandage boxing gym across the street under the stern gaze of the bar bouncer.
Makao was giving a boxer a stern instruction.
John didn't disturb him, and skillfully opened the back door and climbed up the stairs to the mall's delivery aisle.
Gino's tool room is hidden above the gym.
John knocked gently on the door.
The electronic lock turned from red to green, but no one responded.
When John pushed the door open, he noticed a thin layer of condensation on the iron sheet.
The air conditioning in the room was very low.
He didn't say anything, but looked through the gap first, then pushed the door open with the gun in hand.
Gino lay in the diving chair.
Advanced hackers in the cyber age can connect their self-awareness to the network (cyberspace) through device connections, conduct network navigation in a three-dimensional perspective, and complete more sophisticated and difficult hacking operations.
John moved closer and saw that Gino's forehead was covered with sweat.
The temperature around the device is very high, and the heat dissipation is operating at full power, as if it is under pressure that does not belong to it.
Gino is a very talented hacker or inventor.
At least that's what John thought.
The EMP launcher she modified can penetrate the company's firewall and intercept drones while avoiding online tracking.
But making money and taking risks go hand in hand.
Gino's attempt nearly cost her her life.
If Mr. Vito had not intervened and John had not taken the risk of using black light to take the mission, she would have been thrown into a corner of the city by the zombies.
Therefore, Gino has always been restrained in his work, and his financial situation is naturally not as good as those hackers who dare to take risks.
Funds were tight, so the equipment had to be makeshift.
Snapped!
Black smoke was coming out of the electrical box in the corner of the room.
Half the light strips were off.
John let go of his hands, thinking that he had accidentally touched some fatal mechanism.
"Gino! I told you..."
Makao's roar pierced through the ceiling.
The lights in the gym must have been damaged.
"Stop yelling, I can handle it!"
Gino responded as he tore off his stealth suit and climbed up, revealing his chest that was emitting white smoke.
She took the tools without caring about her image and solved the power problem in no time, as if she didn't see John.
"Um, I..."
"Wait a minute, John, are you driving here?"
Gino raised his hand to interrupt, turned around and rushed into the bathroom, poured a basin of cold water on his head, kicked off his stealth suit in a few seconds, and changed into the clothes he had prepared in advance.
She was embarrassed and excited.
"Hurry, hurry, talk as you walk!"
"Have you contacted Serum?"
"No, we have an organization called the Wanderer Alliance, remember? There's a jerk called Sisal Rope who must know where the boss is. I finally found a clue in cyberspace, let's catch him!"
Gino finished speaking in one breath and gulped down a bottle of water.
John was infected by her emotions and trotted back to the car. The familiar engine sound once again ignited the garage of the Borago Club.
(End of this chapter)
