My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

The driver was emotionally shattered.

He snapped back to reality and raised a gun at John.

Bang—

The number of bodies became six.

The roar of the motorcycle continued to echo.

"Manager, there's no sound anymore."

"Who the hell is that guy?"

The assistant reported with shaky nerves.

"I don't fucking know either!"

Kafei tousled his hair into a mess, took off his glasses, and kept pounding the back seat.

He was trying to guess John's identity.

A colleague playing tricks, a superior drawing a line, a corpse collector from management...

The motorcycle's high beams swept past the window.

"Ah—"

Kafei screamed, clutching his head and curling up.

John ignored the coupé and instead swept closely past the SUV loaded with bodyguards.

The submachine gun spewed blue flames in the night.

Bodies hung from the window.

He slowed down, dropped back to the rear, then came up from the other side, reloading the submachine gun during the process.

Ratatatat—

The bodyguards tried to resist.

The shootout was a lot shorter than expected.

The SUV was filled with corpses.

"Fuck it, let's die together!"

The driver jerked the steering wheel, trying to ram into the motorcycle, but John pierced his skull point-blank with the Widow.

The entire car skidded out of control.

The coupé Kafei was in failed to dodge and got hit, flipped over.

He crawled out, covered in blood, with a chip flashing on his neck, signaling that emergency teams could arrive at any moment.

"No, please, I'll pay double!"

Kafei tried to beg for mercy.

His eyes showed genuine regret—he should have scratched his arm earlier to trigger the platinum membership package, the company had already received the message, he just needed to stall for a few minutes more, hold on until the rescue arrived...

Bang!

John didn't even blink.

He turned, mounted his motorcycle, and left, as if he had merely stopped to take out some trash.

[Mission Target Updated]

[Talk with Scissors. (Not Achieved)]

The taxi was heading towards the low-rent apartments.

The shop was in the opposite direction.

It was easy to guess where Scissors was.

John drove to Edward's former apartment, the metal sliding door already open.

Warm light spilled onto the hallway.

Scissors sat against the wall in the empty room.

"Should I say congratulations?"

John suddenly spoke.

"I think you're smarter than Edward, in every sense, you're smoother in your actions, know how to survive, seize opportunities... These wealth and status are rightfully yours."

"Do you actually think I'm despicable, right?"

Scissors let out a few tired chuckles.

"I'm the one who ran away, yet ended up winning it all."

"Don't be so hard on yourself."

John sat down next to him.

The light suddenly went out, as if the rent period had expired.

The room shrouded in darkness fell silent.

Eden City's cold night seeped in through the doorway, letting an emotion heavier than loneliness spread mercilessly.

Scissors took a deep breath, smoothing his slicked-back hair.

"Do you remember the envelope delivered to my shop?"

Edward was actually penniless.

What he entrusted John to deliver wasn't money, but all the design drafts he had accumulated during this time.

"Using media and public opinion was Edward's plan, he already guessed that Plato would abandon Kafei, had to bet it all, the design drafts were the only bargaining chip to turn things around."

Scissors rested his hand on his knee.

"Edward was smarter than you imagined, he was the more talented and gifted of the two of us, he also knew his cyber psychosis had reached its limit..."

The room fell silent once more.

Scissors pulled out the last cigarette but realized he was out of matches.

John handed over a lighter.

This time he had brought it.

The flame illuminated Scissors' face.

What was once a relatively refined visage was now frightfully pale, like a gradually deflating skin.

He thanked John and said.

"If you ever need, you can call me."

"Why?"

"You're a mercenary, this jacket will surely wear out, just like people need prosthetic body doctors, it also needs repairs and upgrades, and I'm the most qualified person in this world to handle that."

"You're going to work for Bolatu soon."

"As long as I'm not dead, this promise holds, I guarantee you won't find a better designer than me.

"Alright then, die later."

John said as he stood up, ready to leave.

Scissors lifted his head wearily to bid him farewell.

John walked to the doorway, blocking the light, leaving only a red dot flickering in the pitch-black room.

He had seen clearly while lighting the cigarette earlier.

Scissors' cheek twitched slightly.

Just like Edward's.

[Mission: Deflated Skin (Completed)]

[Reward: Custom Gear [Functional Work Coat], Payment]