CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 100: NET RUNAWAY_2

"Wow, damn, can this be saved?"

"The limits of private medical care are beyond your imagination. The best doctors under Eden City’s Gaia Cells are here, with all sorts of drugs and top-notch technology supplied. Wanting to die isn’t easy, and dreaming of living comfortably is also a fantasy."

Kuang Xin’s eyes moved, his peripheral vision catching a camera on the wall that was emitting a red glow.

He led John to a place where they could talk conveniently.

"The person inside is one of Eden City’s council members. If your memory’s good enough, you should have seen him in the news; he’s an absolute political figure. Everything happening here must be kept strictly confidential."

Kuang Xin frowned.

"I’m the one responsible for finding entertainment for the councilman, and that’s why I’m here, needing you to clean up the mess."

The councilman’s situation was grim.

But the story was cliché.

He hooked up with a naive young boyfriend, and after getting tired of him, he ruthlessly dumped him.

"This was all done behind my back."

Kuang Xin spread his hands helplessly.

"He clearly underestimated the vigor of young people. If I had known, I would have arranged for professionals to deal with the aftermath right away. Whether it’s emotional consolation, keeping critical evidence, or even eliminating future troubles, this kind of bad thing wouldn’t have happened."

The young boyfriend found an illegal modification shop and then stuffed something between his legs before having a breakup gunplay with the councilman.

Luckily, the private medical package kicked in.

The emergency team arrived on the scene as fast as they could, rescuing the councilman in a bloody mess.

Kuang Xin received a call from the councilman’s secretary.

He needed to handle this matter smoothly because the police had already classified it as a cyberpsycho event, and if the special task force arrived on the scene, it would affect Eden City’s political landscape.

"You go take out that young boyfriend; the councilman is negotiating with Raqi Industry’s head to get information on Hugo, and then my task here is done. Oulos will handle your issue."

Kuang Xin raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Understood?"

"Coordinates."

John responded concisely.

A bodyguard in a black suit stepped forward and handed John a tracking software, saying the emergency team was tracking the killer and had already lured him to a remote area.

"You only have fifteen minutes."

The bodyguard ordered with a serious expression.

"F*ck, and you wasted half my time talking. You really know how to create more work!"

John glared at Kuang Xin.

That guy innocently shrugged, as if to say— I just found out too.

John drove towards the industrial district.

He received a call from Oulos on the way.

After acquiring the Graphene Chip, she should have gone to accompany Armored·Behemoth for surgery, and now that it was just finished, she was rushing over to handle Kuang Xin’s aftermath.

[Take down Terry. (Not accomplished)]

John grumbled on the phone.

"They’ve surrounded him. Anyone can take a shot, get a bodyguard or whoever to do it, disguise it as an accident scene, and even destroy the body and evidence. It’s quite simple, right?"

[Oulos: Darling, the rules of the high-level game are a hundred times more sensitive and complicated than you imagine.]

She explained to John.

The Gaia Cells emergency team was watching over the councilman’s young boyfriend at the scene, but they had taken Kuang Xin’s hush money and hadn’t reported the matter to the company’s higher-ups in time.

Otherwise, the councilman would fall into a trap.

He hadn’t gone to the best medical institution under Gaia Cells but instead went to a private hospital where interests were tied, which explained everything.

John had to handle it cleanly in a short time.

The news hounds and police were backed by major corporations; who wouldn’t want to associate with the councilman?

Kuang Xin gained trust because he was originally responsible for arranging the councilman’s entertainment.

He had his own means to save his life.

John couldn’t be bothered to listen anymore. He parked the car, pulled a Kinetic Energy Rifle from the passenger seat, and loaded it with a swift motion.

[Countdown: 10min44s]

Two black men in medical uniforms appeared from the corner, knocked on the hood, and nodded towards John.

These two must be the stalkers.

"Hey, buddy, are you the mercenary here to clean up? The cyberpsycho inside is shooting everywhere."

One of them gestured towards the nearby warehouse.

Indistinct noises came from inside.

John raised his gun and prepared to go in, but was stopped by the other.

That guy scratched his head, with a half-smile, said, "He’s been shouting at the air, said quite a lot, and we recorded it all with our equipment. I mean... right?"

"Talk to your employer, pay for the secret, and I’ll send you the safe’s location once I’m safe!"

"F*ck, Shark Coin, you just spilled the beans about the safe."

"I... ah, no big deal, safes in the city are more abundant than brothels. If we don’t mention it, no one will find it."

They sang to each other, asking John for money.

Oulos also heard the content and chuckled but didn’t give John any suggestions.

[Eliminate to silence witnesses. (Optional)]

[Pacify the situation. (Optional)]

John glanced at the countdown beside him.

He knew Kuang Xin had ten thousand ways to make them regret, but he was pressed for time, so he took a few steps back, letting Oulos wire some cash to him.

[You’re this broke!?]

"I thought I was gonna die, so I took care of my estate."

John was a bit helpless, gritting his teeth, controlling his urge to turn and shoot the two Shark Coins dead.

Oulos laughed out loud and wired the money.

John finished the transfer.

The two black guys flashed their white teeth and turned to leave, saying they’d send over the safe information once they were safe.

"Heh."

John watched them leave, like watching two corpses with half a foot in the grave.

He suddenly put away his smile.

Street newbies always thought the world to be too simple, using the dumbest thoughts for a get-rich-quick dream.

John also had a naive past, and by now, even toes could guess the fate of these two.

Whether Gaia Cells conducts an internal investigation, or interrogates through middlemen and mercenaries...

They would always clean up trails.

[What can you imagine?]

Oulos asked him with interest over the phone.

"They dare to ask for so much because they think today’s client is just an ordinary rich man, indicating their level is way too low. It could also be that Kuang Xin blocked the information well. If these two idiots knew they were blackmailing a councilor, they probably wouldn’t dare to open their mouths even if their tongues were cut off."

[Mm-hmm, you’re progressing fast, darling. You’re definitely material to become a big shot in the future.]

John didn’t care about Oulos’s empty promises.

He climbed over the warehouse window, initiated the scan, and saw a guy huddled in the corner whispering to himself.

Red data streams outlined his silhouette.

John quietly felt around but couldn’t find a suitable angle for a headshot, so he raised his gun and shot at the guy’s heart.

Bang!

The guy named Terry fell to the ground as expected.

John didn’t hesitate, immediately fired two more shots, all hitting the back.

He walked up to confirm the body.

Terry suddenly arched his waist, like a manic dancer, revealing a bulletproof vest under the leather jacket.

"F*ck!"

John rolled to the side, dashing towards a pillar.

Terry charged around the warehouse, firing bullets from between his legs, smashing the piled boxes to bits.

A voice of confusion came through the phone.

[What are you doing, John? Those are just micro bullets that can’t even scratch your subdermal armor. Hurry up and finish him off; we’re on the clock!]

"Tch, could you be quiet first, please?"

John leaned against a pillar of crumbling cement, frowned, and placed his gun on his knee.

Terry shouted with his lungs tearing.

John showed a pensive expression, scratching his head, and peered from behind cover:

Terry clutched his leather belt, bellowing to the sky with the crotch of his pants spraying bright, flickering muzzle flashes.

This guy had the face paint of a rockstar, his sunglasses glinting in the light.

"F*ck..."

John raised a hand to cover his mouth, silently waiting.

"It’s not the bullet strength, I just plain don’t want to get hit."