If it were the original Black Light, it would likely crash the entire Sex Doll Club's system, alert the guards of Owl Town gang, burn out the hacker on duty connected to the firewall, and then the net monitor and Raqi Industry's hovercars would instantly surround this place...

All they would find is John, killed by the side effects.

But now, Black Light has been upgraded with the Pandora Algorithm, allowing John a certain degree of control.

It specifically hacked into the club's security system without touching the core servers or spreading to other branches.

The side effects were minimal.

John took a breath, clearly feeling a rise in body temperature.

Just dealing with one security system caused physical discomfort, which indirectly indicates that Raqi Industry's firewall is not as vulnerable as imagined; rather, the limits of Black Light are just more frightening.

John pulled out a Special Inhibitor, inserted it into the neck's reading slot, and a soothing feeling spread throughout his body. He then left the equipment room, no longer needing to worry about the closed-circuit cameras scattered around.

[Prosthetic Body: Messiah-Medusa V]

John's eye configuration was advanced. Using Black Light as a springboard, he connected through the Atlanta Virtual Network and tapped into the surveillance vision.

He precisely navigated the blind spots of patrol guards, silently traversing the building with advanced foot prosthetics.

The basement of the Sex Doll Club in front of him was even virtualized into a data framework of intersecting black and green, with each closed-circuit monitor's cone-shaped coverage switching to a safe green.

[Mission Objectives Updated]

[Locate Hostage Hideout. (Not Achieved)]

The underground parking lot looked like an unfinished construction site.

It's not open to the public, mostly used for supplying the club and transporting gang materials. Few cars were parked, with crates wrapped in plastic sheets scattered everywhere, damaged concrete pillars covered in graffiti, and metal scaffolding and discarded furniture piled in corners.

The air was filled with a strange odor.

John spotted a blind spot through the monitor and suspected it was a place where hostages were held. But when he pulled back the dirty plastic tarp, he was met with two mutilated corpses, young women with their organs mostly removed.

Water pipes dangled next to the metal surface, water flowing with a rush, carrying various filth through the metal grid into the drainage sink.

John activated the scan and saw sealed boxes with organs and barrels of prosthetic body plugins.

This was a mid-to-low-end Sex Doll Club.

The Ghoul partnered with them, not only providing kidnapping services but also "waste utilization" and "corpse recycling" operations.

"...F*ck."

John's murmur was drowned out by the generator's roar.

Two yellow spotlights positioned diagonally, casting a yellow hue over the plastic tarp.

He frowned, raised a hand to shield his nose, and avoided the area where the corpses lay, noticing a drag mark.

Outside this area cobbled together with plastic film and yellow metal frames, there were several Owl Town gang lackeys. Through a distant camera, he could see them distributed around. The one closest to John sat on a pile of clutter, smoking, with a rifle slung across his chest.

He had short red hair, wore silver-gray earrings, and his skin exposed outside the vest was covered in tattoos.

[Prosthetics: Silencer [Raqi Industry]]

John activated the prosthetic program, the muscles around his ankle contracting, the arch of his foot flexing subtly, moving under the spotlight as a shadow silently drifting past.

"Huh~ugh—"

John extended both hands to restrain and drag back the punk, pinning him in the water, using his knee and body weight for control, pressing down on the throat so the man could barely make a slight moan.

The metal electronic respirator fell into the debris.

The plastic film reflected another patrolling punk's silhouette, moving slightly with the rolling shutter, showing his boots landing by the electronic cigarette before walking past without pause.

John calmly watched him leave, then released his grip.

"...ugh, cough cough, woo..."

The guard began to vomit with tears and snot, only to be choked again, as if his throat was caught by iron pincers wrapped in skin, reminding him of the club's fiend who liked their choking fetish.

John pinned one foot on his back, pressing the rifle taken against the back of his head.

Click.

"Where are the girls snatched from the Ghoul?"

[Steam Wash Room...next door...please...(Japanese)]

"Shut up, where is the mole?"

[Who...who is...the mole?(Japanese)]

"The Ghoul who delivered, the trafficker who helped your guys kidnap the girls?"

[Upstairs...I don't know exactly where, he picks different sex dolls each time he visits, I...I beg you...]

Bang.

John swung the stock to interrupt his begging, the blow causing immediate unconsciousness.

John removed the magazine, tossed it into the drain, then reached out with a "click" and snapped the man's neck.

In the monitoring room of the Floating Life Kyoto Club.

A guard on duty eating an energy bar seemed to notice a black line flash in the underground parking lot area, outside the zone fenced by plastic tarp, where the guard already killed by John still sat smoking.

The timestamp showed normal, but the distance to the patrolling guard seemed slightly out of sync.

A cautious question was asked to a colleague nearby.

The hacker, lying in a cooling pod, took the question, connected the data link, checked the firewall logs and system status, found nothing abnormal, and the room filled again with chatter and the sound of food being chewed.

[Floating Life Kyoto Club - Underground Parking Lot]

A patrolling guard frowned, feeling something strange, looked around without spotting other duty personnel, instinctively raised his gun, loudly calling out several names.

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