Vito Russell cannot provide happiness and freedom.
"You must have a plan... I an, to get her out of Eden City."
John didn’t believe Vito hadn’t considered this.
"The lockdown procedure has been cleared, let her go, and you can freely play your gang gas, deal with corporate dogs, manipulate power and territory... This damn city has nothing to do with Angelica anymore."
John recalled those Super Sensing Chips that recorded snow-covered mountains and auroras.
He didn’t know if there still existed such places or if life would be better once they left the neon-lit city.
[Do you want to travel?]
[No, John, it’s to escape.]
Angelica’s expression and voice surfaced in his mory.
Vito was silent, lost in thought.
The vector engine of the Hovercar roared as it skimd past the building’s edge, deep blue lights filtered through the ventilation slits.
Vito took a deep breath.
He removed the heavily worn ring from his prosthetic limb, its edges oxidized, weighty and ticulously crafted, and handed it to John.
"Give it to the captain nicknad Anchor in the port container area, he’ll take Ariani out of Eden City, all the identity information and money are ready."
He saw John reaching out to take it, then suddenly retracted the ring.
"If you choose this path, we didn’t et tonight, otherwise it will affect my subsequent plans, of course, the promised compensation and rewards are off the table, this is all your own choice."
[Mission objective updated]
[Hand Angelica over to Vito Russell. (Optional)]
[Help Angelica leave Eden City. (Optional)]
Vito looked at John, sighed, and frowned.
"Do you have such a good relationship with Ariani? Or are you just a hopeless good guy, anyone associated with you, even a fool, you’ll take care of them?"
John did not avoid his gaze, reached out and snatched the ring.
"Don’t mistake for a hot-headed street fool."
"Heh, you’re not a competent rcenary, John, why do you always make losing deals?"
"I just can’t stand it."
John said frankly.
"This damn city offers no way to live, I... heh, I tornt myself just so I... can have choices when faced with things I can’t stand. This has nothing to do with others, it’s purely to please myself."
"No problem."
Mr. Vito smiled, the truth within indistinguishable.
"Pleasing your own conscience cos at a cost, good luck to you."
Vito no longer spoke, watching as John carried Angelica out of the room.
He turned around.
The finger with scars exposed a deep ring mark.
Vito’s hands were crossed over his abdon, assuming a solemn posture akin to attending a funeral, as he gazed at the body of a corporate dog.
As if commorating a long and heavy struggle.
anwhile.
John carried Angelica, just stepped out of the office door, keenly sensed soone beside him.
He wanted to draw a gun but his wrist was held down.
Igdrasir almost switched to combat mode, but realized the person had no intention to attack further.
The person in the dark wore thick gloves.
"Hoo, hoo~"
A special sound of wind echoed in the air.
The person slowly "erged" from the darkness, a gas mask on his face, hanging with two round filter cans.
[Na: Corey Jacob (Coconut Tree)]
[Force: rcenaries [Lone Wolf]]
[Scan: Biological Cortex, Chemical Glands, Silencer, etc.]
Coconut Tree’s prosthetic eye glowed, raising his index finger to his lips, slowly unfolding his fingers as a sign to leave quietly.
John nodded in response.
This morning, they first t at a restaurant, talking about not wanting to et during work.
No one expected it to co true that night.
Coconut Tree pointed to the corner.
Inside were weapons confiscated by the security robots, including those taken from John earlier.
He picked up the bag, carrying Angelica to the end of the corridor, turning sideways to look back.
Coconut Tree’s other half of the body stepped out of the darkness.
He carried a large bag on his back.
Large enough to hold two bodies.
Its corners hung with various tools, slots filled with unlabeled and unknown purpose chemicals.
He was the "Corpse Collector" Mr. Vito had brought.
Ding—
The elevator doors slowly opened.
John turned his gaze.
The elevator compartnt’s panel was full of bullet holes and scratches, two mbers of the Black Gold Gang slumped tragically dead in the corner.
Blood trickled into the elevator shaft through gaps.
John switched the cara, only to find the wiring on the lower floor completely destroyed—this invading group from Owl Town was even crazier than imagined.
Away from the conference room.
The suppression on signals and Black Light slowly disappeared.
Thus indeed the conference room had so high-tech from Raqi Group, which not only sanctioned "Chuan’s" system but also suppressed Black Light.
Makes sense, as a transnational heavyweight in the heavy industry, without strong stuff surely it would’ve been devoured by the Raqi Group.
Signal restoration.
An email popped up.
[Contact - Kuang Xin [Unread ssage]]
[To bathroom on the F68 floor, smash the window.]
Boom—boom—
A huge explosion once again shook the entire floor.
Thick smoke mixed with a pungent chemical sll seeped from the elevator shaft.
The cable emitted a teeth-aching creaking sound.
Creak, sizz—
The elevator loaded with corpses dropped in front of John.
The brake structure sparked with a bunch of sparks, along with scattered debris falling into the orange-flad sea, swirling black smoke filled his vision, in the barely visible darkness, it seed there were inhuman roars.
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