CHAPTER 150: CHAPTER 99: THE REASON FOR COMING TO EDEN CITY

John left the East District Underground Shopping Street.

He activated the Atlanta Virtual Network, yet it showed that both vehicles were outside the service area.

The Silver Rider 577 was chopped by motorcycle killers and taken by the Black Gold Gang for factory restoration, and hasn’t been returned to him yet.

The Alloy RCH should still be in the parking lot of the Damascus Camp, at the edge of the city’s local network.

Unable to remotely summon through the locator program.

John walked through the bustling East District underground mall.

He picked up a nearly depleted Funds Card from a drunk junkie to buy an early subway ticket.

He stood beside the dimly lit, graffiti-covered platform, gazing at the pitch-black tunnel, as if he had returned to that day at the black clinic on Beyond Avenue.

There were few passengers in the early train, with raised hoods and faded prosthetic limbs silently portraying—each person’s wear and tear living in Eden City.

[Eden City - Public Subway C1 Entrance]

Behind John was a gun bag resembling a cello, and in his right hand, he carried a sealed box with the Plato logo.

He climbed over the turnstile where the scanner was damaged.

The West District was the territory of the Black Gold Gang.

Many public facilities strongly exhibited gang characteristics, apart from the brightly colored graffiti, most facilities with scanners were abandoned.

After all, there were too many good citizens carrying guns and bounties.

Apart from municipal cameras and road barriers, other drones patrolling overhead were also managed by the gangs, with the city council silently allowing them certain "autonomy."

John had already learned from Mr. Vito.

These rights were realized based on corporate influence.

Jingke Heavy Industry dominated the Eden City Industrial District, while the European Headquarters’ business and stock prices suppressed Raqi Industry, thus securing corresponding rights.

Every Euro that flowed in the Black Gold Gang’s territory was split and delivered to Jingke Heavy Industry.

The company held a ruling position over the lives of the lower tier.

When John exited the subway station, he was thinking about these matters, and he was about to start a war with the elite class.

He returned to the lobby of the private apartment.

The female attendant welcomed him respectfully, presenting him with the visitor registration form, delivery receipt status during his absence, pitching trendy products, and introducing new places of pleasure within the Black Gold Gang’s domain...

[Delivery Receipt [Pending *1]]

John clicked open with some curiosity.

[Message User [Alonna]: Seeing this message confirms that the Graphene Chip can indeed save your life. I talked with the doctor at the clinic before leaving. The situation is grim; how bad it gets depends on luck.]

[Your motorcycle is at the camp. I hope you can come over alive to take it yourself. There is a gift in the basement, chosen by Screwdriver and Nando. Go take a look.]

[Wish you a speedy recovery, see you soon.]

After reading the message at the front desk, John went directly to the underground parking lot via the elevator.

Each user had an individual garage.

It’s quite similar to the facilities in that former VIP area, with repair packages transferable here, following a Black Gold luxurious decoration style, emphasizing low-key opulence.

As he swiped the metallic sliding door open, he saw an unfamiliar big guy.

A Thunder Miles series alloy off-road vehicle.

This vehicle was from the same series as Alonna’s original ride, all MT upgraded models, almost semi-military in high-end configuration.

[Thunder Miles - Jurassic ZT15]

"F*ck, that’s lavish."

John raised an eyebrow, glancing around, picked up the electronic authorization card clipped on the car door, and inputted biological information.

Angelica also had a similar car model.

She said in Eden City, the landing price needed to be over a million Euros, with some upgrades and factory modifications requiring additional orders.

[Mission: Fed Up (Completed)]

[Rewards: Remuneration, Graphene Chip X2, Thunder Miles - Jurassic ZT15.]

John sat in the driver’s seat, feeling the steering wheel.

When he started the vehicle, the seat provided a reassuring wrap-around feeling, as the engine murmured within the steel beast.

He pretended to floor the accelerator, imagining himself ramming like a wild beast straight into the network surveillance office building. If luck was with him, he’d also take the state police with him on his way; that would be perfect!

Bang.

The car door closed with a dull sound.

John waved to close the garage, returning to the elevator, leaning against the elevator wall, feeling the mechanical ascend’s hum.

The dim yellow light strip protected the city’s last shred of sensibility before dawn.

He had been surrounded by Network Surveillance agents before, understanding how ridiculous his earlier suicidal fantasy was. Without Black Light’s protection, he would probably be remotely stopped the moment he appeared on the streets around Network Surveillance.

Hovercars and well-equipped SWAT officers.

The highest config bulletproof armored vehicle.

High-angle snipers.

A street mercenary, once targeted by operating mechanisms, would immediately awaken from dreams.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened.

Warm and cozy air drifted from the apartment, with the radio playing the latest prosthetic body advertisement, and everywhere exuded a human touch.

John furrowed his brow.

He picked up the gun bag and walked into the living room, seeing:

Oulos, wrapped in a bathrobe, with her legs propped up on the sofa, beside her were red wine and fruit—real fruits packed in freshness humidity bags!

John coldly passed by her.

He placed the gun bag at the entrance to the workspace, took off the blood-stained jacket, kicked off his boots and smelly socks, and walked into the washroom, ordering a cup of coffee from the control panel on the way.

Oulos’ artificial eyes flickered, seemingly on a phone call.

The two of them in the dimly lit living room did their own things, much like cohabiting roommates, cursing each other when using public equipment, barely communicating except for the occasional yell during sex that disturbed the neighbors.