My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

The cabinet does things very meticulously.

This transport aircraft features a classic gray-white color scheme, with peeling codes on both sides of the fuselage. The signal sources and authorizations are fake, and the reflective strips and details have an aged treatment...

Flying over the city without any sense of dissonance.

John's mind had already started turning foggy. Recently, overusing the Black Light, the Special Inhibitor had run out, and the side effects from combat and hacking had accumulated to the limit.

He lay in the apartment, enduring until midnight. It wasn't until the early hours that the pilot delivered the raw materials collected by the Black Spider, completing the first flight test.

The items were disguised as a delivery, arriving straight to his doorstep via the elevator.

John crafted a few Special Inhibitors in the equipment room, hiding them behind hardened panels and in the crevices of his tactical belt, inserting the last one directly into his neck.

The dizziness and weakness instantly dissipated.

Besides his body condition recovering, John could even feel Sianweistan becoming more stable—the lingering anomalies from overclocking use were also cleared.

The importance of the Special Inhibitor rose once again.

John flipped the residual chip between his fingers, observing it.

He still hadn't figured out the principle of this thing, perhaps needing to complete the main line to get further information.

The fifth day of the holiday.

John hadn't thought of where to start investigating the transport incident.

Edward sent a text message.

The new equipment was completed, asking him to pick it up at the low-rent apartment.

John rode the RCH through Big Nan Avenue, just as he arrived at the red brick building, he saw a pile of discarded furniture in the open space, with very familiar mannequins and beer bottles.

These were all things from Edward's room.

They were thrown out not long ago, originally piled high, valuable items had been taken, leaving only various rubbish and trash, footprints and rummaging traces all around.

John went upstairs, puzzled.

He used the password in the text message to open the door.

The apartment was empty.

In the center of the room was a clothing rack, covered with a dust bag and handmade tags used to label the customer's name and completion date.

A very old-fashioned method.

[Equipment: Cybernetic Functional Workwear Jacket [Custom]]

[Scanning: Type B6 patch, wear-resistant hydrophobic fabric, flame and arc suppression layers, etc.]

John put the new clothes on.

The jacket weighed more than expected in hand, its texture was undeniable, genuinely piled with good materials.

Once worn, the appeal of tailored fit could be felt.

The static dimensions were completely appropriate, and moving according to the chip didn't feel bulky or flapping, handling firearms and ammunition smoothly.

If wearing a bulletproof vest, the inner buckle could adjust the tightness.

Besides the comfort, its functionality was also excellent.

The cooling patch connected with the metal spine once worn.

[Detection of expansion system...]

John immediately felt all the heat dissipate.

His cybernetic eye flickered, retrieving prosthetic body details in his vision and comparing them through the detection program given by Ryan.

Sianweistan's cooling time had at least reduced by a quarter.

"Amazing, F*ck."

Finally understanding why those big names on the street were so keen on having tailor-made equipment.

John, surprised, felt he got a good deal from Edward.

He called the other party, several times all went to voicemail, recalling those pieces of furniture that were thrown out...

"…F*ck."

John immediately realized something was wrong.

He turned, vaulted over the railing, landed with shock absorption, raised his motorcycle, and simultaneously made a call to Scissors.