My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

Each component has individual annotations, with compatible general modules and details listed in great detail.

The entire projection is easy to understand.

According to Raphael’s introduction, this document is for manufacturers to explain to stakeholders internally.

"The Plato ’Maple’ Rifle, not yet on the market, features four types of sights and can use VI-grade commercial armor-piercing rounds or depleted uranium bullets."

Raphael’s voice is calm and clear, like a sharp knife gently scraping on old leather.

"It hasn’t been mass-produced yet and is only available at a few test sites, even the security director needs to fill in three application forms just to touch it. The most important thing is... do you know who it’s designed for?"

Raphael chuckled as he exhaled smoke, his mouth curling upward.

"It’s designed against private security robots with high-density alloys, next-gen subdermal armor, and military tactical gear..."

Codename: Chuan.

Plato is designing weapons targeting the Raqi Group.

John doesn’t care about high-level decisions or the signs of corporate wars, he just knows he urgently needs this rifle.

The last time at Sky View Apartment, his [Nova] Kinetic Energy Rifle fired at the alloy ribs of a Raqi assassin, like polishing and maintaining the enemy, while the big guy with the combat knife could take them apart with a single shot of buckshot.

From this moment on, custom weapons are no longer empty, naive fantasies but a survival necessity on the mercenary path.

John is very satisfied with the price quoted by the middleman.

"Where’s the stuff?"

"On my desk, right now."

"Who do you want me to take out?"

John nodded in indication.

Raphael pressed down gently with the hand holding her cigarette.

The complete projection in John’s vision condensed into an East Asian man in a custom suit with a fierce look.

[Name: Tommen Gark]

[Faction: Rongju Armory]

"You’ve heard of Rongju, right? Half the modified weapons on the street come from them, and Mr. Gark is the head of logistics in Eden City; it’s an unimaginably lucrative position."

A week ago.

The newly appointed chief used his position to sell off a whole ton of arms components, from new power armor cores to unopened brand-new rifles not even counting the over thirty boxes of bullets.

"Damn, gutsy as hell."

"As the saying goes, the greater the gain, the bigger the risk. To cover his tracks and ensure the company doesn’t find out, he approached me."

Raphael took a drag of his cigarette, his tone unchanged.

"I set up a mercenary, nickname Data Board. He was a smart kid, but after it was done, Mr. Gark ’rewarded’ Data Board like this."

She exhaled the smoke high into the sky.

The scene in front of John switched.

A bloodied man lay in the sandy wasteland, discarded near a rusted platform.

Not a single prosthetic body on him remained intact, his throat was cut, and his bulletproof vest was shredded to rags, with half a hand and one of his legs missing.

John instinctively frowned.

"Are you sure it was the employer?"

Raphael turned her head.

Her gaze was as piercing as nails pressing into John.

"Evidence, yes, on the day of the incident, Data Board used an encrypted route only the two of us knew to call for help. I sent someone to meet him, but standing there was Mr. Gark."

Six hours later, the corpse of Data Board was dug out from the sand, all the blood drained dry.

The mercenary was dead.

Tommen Gark’s explanation to Raphael was: the company discovered their trail, the mercenary couldn’t hold it together, messed up, but he was willing to compensate the middleman with some funeral expenses.

"Rongju is an arms manufacturer. Their external operations team follows a professional process; the body wouldn’t be so unrefined."

"The employer lied, turned on them afterward, and eliminated the mercenary."

John could understand Raphael’s anger.

She remained calm, put away the respirator, and gave a light command.

"The motorcycle is fully fueled, the address is in the email."

Raphael kicked the weapon case at her feet.

"Take a non-lethal gun, John. I want Gark to confess to the murder himself, record it, send it to me, and don’t let him die on the roadside like Data Board. Make it lively, let more people see."

The woman tilted her head back.

She staggered a couple of steps, her artificial eye returning to normal.

Raphael left.

[Mission Objective Updated]

[Head to the assassination location. (Not Achieved)]

North of Eden City is all high-end apartments and corporate buildings, with Chengxin Square serving as a dividing line between rich and poor, writing wealth and status into municipal planning.

It really started to rain.

The sleek glass curtain wall reflected a vast grayness.

The Morton Building was heavily guarded, and the security firm on contract looked well-trained.

Tommen Gark stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 42nd floor.

He had a batch of goods he needed to handle personally.

As an executive at Rongju Company, he scoffed at the external private security services provided by outsiders.

He should have been in a mansion fully secured by his company’s own security department, but he was afraid of being cleared out by the company, so he could only stay at the Morton Apartment and observe the situation.

The partner on the other end of the phone urged him.

"This situation won’t last long."

"Raphael’s task went beautifully, internal suspicions have been cleaned up, necessary processes can’t be skipped, and the board’s attitude is very vague."

"I have a client coming, goodbye."

Tommen hung up, withdrew his gaze from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and turned to the guest room on another level of the apartment.

[Device: F42/45-19:44:32]

John watched him leave via the closed-circuit cameras.

Mr. Gark’s judgment was very accurate:

The Morton Building’s security measures weren’t tight enough, and the hackers hired for shifts were just temporary workers paid to do the job, minimizing internal costs means there are loopholes.

Kenichi Sora easily hacked into the surveillance system.

"He’s gone, let’s go inside."

John chose to silently infiltrate.

The Morton Building’s security quality wasn’t up to par, but there were plenty of them, with over two hundred armed guards in the entire building. A direct assault had little cost-effectiveness, even if they could, the target would have already fled by hovercar!

[Going through the ventilation duct is a classic choice.]

Kenichi Sora was so excited that his chip was heating up.

They pried open the maintenance hatch, climbed the ladder towards the control room, keeping an eye on the patrol staff in the surveillance as they advanced towards the core zone.

The security gaps were more plentiful than the vehicles in the garage.

[He’s here, he’s here, get ready. After I restart the cooling system, we’ll have thirty seconds to pass through the fan blades, enter through the kitchen freight elevator, and surprise him!]

Kenichi even projected a countdown on John’s retina.

The timing was just right.

John dove headfirst into the vent, a piercing scraping noise echoing, the grating was very hard, the alloy fan blades nearly tearing his skin, just two short corners and he was already covered in injuries.

"What the hell route did you choose!"

John leaned painfully against a corner, gritting his teeth.

The inside of the duct was stifling.

The fresh air system blew exhaust from the garage and kitchen upwards, making the entire duct an extremely unpleasant environment!

[According to the architectural drawings, this is the only duct wide enough for an adult to fit in, stop complaining, at least they left a route for a mercenary to infiltrate...]

John arrived at the final section of the duct.

Sora’s voice abruptly stopped.