Chapter 114: Chapter 84: Tie Clip_2
Ryan wore a sullen face as he sent the bill over.
"Of course, if Black Light is just your illusion, then eat and drink as you please, don’t leave any regrets..."
"Thanks, Doc, it was nice chatting before losing my mind."
John settled the medicine bill. "Last time after the surgery, don’t take what I said to heart, I just get a bit timid about modifications."
"That sounds harsh, like I’m destined to send off cyber lunatics to their graves. F*ck, so unlucky! Hurry and get lost, I’m gonna find a good movie to relieve my stress."
Ryan hugged a bottle of liquor and shoved John out of the clinic.
[Eden City - East District Underground Shopping Street]
The customers wandering the market today weren’t many.
The rock star had suspended business, gang members were roaming around, and neither the mercenaries nor the thieves showed much enthusiasm.
John stopped in front of a stall with hanging clothes.
"A new coat."
"What kind of new? Almost new or unopened, with extra charges you can experience our customization service."
"Customization is possible?"
"Ah, yes, but not the kind tailored to fit. You tell me what style you want and I’ll figure out how to get it for you."
The stall owner was dressed like a hippie, puffing on an electronic cigarette with a stainless steel shell, slid off a stool to attend to the customer.
John smiled and shrugged.
"I don’t have any place to change clothes now, just looking for something sturdy and clean."
"Alright, no problem, I saw you coming out of the clinic, want me to help you deal with your bloodstained old clothes? If they’re of good quality, they can offset some costs."
"You do recycling here?"
"Of course, my business is broad."
The owner had a short beard, clearly maintained with a blade, like a sailor who just got off a ship and checked into a motel.
John took off his hydrophobic coat and tossed it to the owner.
The clothes had a slight sour smell, stained with blood and had several bullet holes.
The owner wasn’t picky and could tell John had money, so he picked out a suit jacket scented with industrial perfume and two high-toughness fiber shirts, folding them neatly.
"I like you, no haggling."
The owner discreetly ran his finger across his tiger mouth, hinted knowingly, "The commercial street is underground, watch your head so you don’t bump it."
John got the hint, nodded slightly, and paid expressionlessly.
He headed towards the nearest underground passage entrance, flipping through contacts to find Oulos Grenada as he walked.
[Voice call request (Denied)]
The call didn’t connect.
John wasn’t surprised—a high-level middleman wasn’t expected to be at your beck and call.
He suddenly heard footsteps.
The road to the passage entrance was damp and dark.
A few thugs with guns came down the steps blocking the way.
"Hey, buddy."
"Don’t make a fuss."
"Hahaha."
...
John stopped and turned around, and behind him, a few burly men emerged, holding assault submachine guns and kinetic pistols.
"Hurry up and hand over anything valuable."
"Don’t take your hands out of your pockets, or eat bullets."
"If you’re sensible, you won’t get hurt."
...
John activated his prosthetic eye, still expressionless.
[Mission objective updated]
[Deal with robbers 0/7 (Not Achieved)]
They were all newcomers to Eden City.
"I’m in a hurry, don’t want any trouble, lately... it’s been f*cking terrible for me, I’m not as patient as usual."
John glanced around.
Hoping that one with a brain might pop up.
The leading Mexican with an explosive hairstyle had a bright smile, showing off two prosthetic arms under his white T-shirt.
"Tut tut tut, white bread, that’s not how the game rules work. You don’t want trouble, trouble comes to find you. Didn’t your mom tell you to be mentally prepared before you ventured out?"
He tilted his gun and moved in closer.
John pursed his lips, spread his hands, and even nodded slightly.
The explosive hairstyle thought he was being sensible and continued to shrink the encirclement.
The robbers formed a human wall closing in on John, with precise coordination, someone held a gun low while another stretched their neck out as a lookout.
The explosive hairstyle pressed the submachine gun against John’s chest.
"You’re very lucky, friend, thirty grand to buy yourself a way out, how about it? Quite a bargain, right?"
"Really quite a bargain."
John smiled somewhat bitterly.
As soon as his vision refocused, the equilibrium was shattered by a scream.
The wrist of the explosive hairstyle was bent over completely.
John snatched the submachine gun and shoved it into his mouth, pulling the trigger while pressing the fuzzy head onto the ground.
The gunfire spurted from his mouth, illuminating the whole head like a Christmas pumpkin lamp.
The encirclement suddenly broke apart.
John mingled in the darkness, quickly retreating, slashing the throat of a minion with his SOCP Butterfly Knife.
He slipped his fingers into the ring-shaped metal at the end of the knife.
John, after finishing one off, abruptly retreated, his back against another burly man, squatting down, hugged the head and bent down, directly snapping the neck!
The body flipped over his shoulder and fell into the mud.
The gunfire became chaotic.
In the blink of an eye, John had killed three people.
The Messiah’s Eye activated combat night vision.
He swung his knife, beating up several hooligans, braced a revolver on the meat shield’s shoulder, and fired several shots at distant enemies.
Bam, bam, bam!
The East District Underground Mall was remodeled from a garage, gunfire and screams echoing in the dark passages.
Many shop owners were peering out to watch.
Most of the people shopping in such places were street-wise, familiar with murder and robbery, hardly any ran away, quite the contrary, the crowd’s curiosity grew bigger.
The robbers were out of luck running into John.
A lackey got tripped by a corpse, crawling on the ground—originally just a crowd to create threats, now completely scared out of wits.