John wanted to joke but did not change Ouro's gaze, so he raised his hands and explained what the cabinet had told him.

[Mission Objective Updated]

[Exchange information with Ouro. (Not Achieved)]

The main quest was triggered again.

"... The cabinet said there are three weapons, now one has exploded, the other two are unknown, and it seems the terrorists selling them are still tracking me."

Ouro nodded expressionlessly, took out a data cable and connected John to the device center, then waved his arm to unfold a virtual data screen in front of them, sharing files.

"Old Du might have the answer."

Various data packets were dismantled, turning into pop-ups.

The mysterious sellers completed a deal with the Rift Party, detonating the Wandering AI Matrix of the Owl Town gang, which is one of the super-spec weapons flowing into Eden City.

"If the destructive power of the other two things is similar, it would definitely make most of the city's elites restless, who their potential customers are, what they intend to use them for..."

"At least we can rule out one target."

John folded his arms, trying to think. "The stuff was lost on a Raqi Industry transport ship, it makes no sense to steal from themselves, especially since one even exploded right under their nose."

"That's not necessarily true."

Ouro showed a contemptuous smile.

"The Eastern People's high-ups are cruel to the point of perversion, I don't have time to explain everything now. In short, war also exists within every gang, just like Bone Shards and Vito Russell. Besides the Black Gold Gang, bloodthirsty mergers and party purges are happening within the Eastern People as well."

"Is this something a mercenary like me should worry about?"

"If you stay put honestly, pretend I didn't say anything, but clearly you always can't help but get into trouble, so I'm reminding you, do things with your eyes open, keep your gun pointed brightly..."

Ouro squinted his eyes.

"Wait a minute, found it."

Several transaction photos popped up and stacked together, enlarging and switching with a wave of the arm.

The screen showed a transaction scene.

At this point, Du Remon was in a heavily modified state, embedded in an aircraft cockpit, seemingly in a factory, surrounded by electronic pipelines and large cranes, with technicians adjusting equipment.

A self-circulation matrix containing the Wandering AI was placed in the center.

The Raqi Industry logo was very prominent.

It looked like a giant steel capsule, restrained on a rectangular base comparable to a small bridge pier, with energy covers, indicator lights, a nuclear-proof module, and a solid-state external ICE on the surface.

Armed guards scattered around, walls and floors entirely metal, appeared wet as if washed roughly.

Heavily modified Rift Party minions held guns on alert.

"... F*ck!"

John suddenly widened his eyes, leaned back, pulled his hand out from in front of his chest, and waved a finger, marking a mercenary behind the seller with a red frame.

He enlarged the person's face to the critical point of recognizability and mosaic distortion—the mercenary's facial lines were rugged, expressionless.

"Sh*t, I've seen this guy before!"

John had seen the recorder video at Silver Port, learning the truth of the last incident—back then he was still John Chavez, knocked down by robbers, and when he woke, his body had been replaced.

Ouro was aware of this.

"This sob was the last mercenary who knocked me out, the one selling arms in Eden City, was part of the group that originally hijacked the Tiebang Logistics transport truck!"

Ouro furrowed his brows, waving to call up the data.

While counting the loot at Silver Port, information in the spare host was stored, now pulling up the video content, watching Chavez's "last" recording with John.

Screenshot, enlarge, compare.

It was indeed the same guy.

He wore a dirty khaki short-sleeve, military bulletproof vest, with muscular arms adorned with heat vents, resembling high-end equipment in promotional videos.

John enlarged the tattoo on his arm.

Meaningless letters circled a skull and bouquet, collectively surrounding a diode symbol.

He stared at the emblem, something flashed in his mind.

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