[Mission: Corporate Monstrosity]

[Rewards: Project Key [Random], Compensation [Variable]]

"I've got it, what's the plan?"

John was straightforward.

Serum's cybernetic eye began to flicker, her cheeks revealing a mechanical texture, and system annotations showing she was transmitting the puppet to a specific server.

[For detailed mission procedures, ask Sword Yarn. For follow-ups, also go through him.]

Serum showed undisguised disappointment.

John's current state was unexpected to her, causing her to lose interest in the discussion, not even willing to waste time lingering.

The screen flickered a few times before abruptly going dark.

The car window glass rippled with a watery blue and became transparent again, reflecting the dim, chaotic beach and the slowly illuminating lights.

[Mission Target Updated]

[Confirm mission details with Sword Yarn. (Not Accomplished)]

There was a sound of struggle from the back seat.

Sword Yarn reached out to pull off his ski cap, spare coolant oozing out around the neck vents, his head steaming, looking drenched in sweat.

"Congratulations, buddy, in my experience, you're saved, as long as you do what the boss asked."

"This is my job."

John lightly patted his work jacket, revealing the glowing coolant strip and Sianweistan.

Gino was slightly worried.

"This job isn't simple."

Serum wanted them to attack the corporate executive and obtain the commercial key.

Both are crimes that would keep the ECPD working overtime all night.

Unlike Gino's anxiety.

Sword Yarn snapped his fingers, appearing very excited.

"OK, Bismarck's coordinates in hand."

Upon hearing this, John activated the navigation system, his cybernetic eye switching to real-time synchronization.

Through the car window glass, he could see floating blue arrows appearing on the dark city streets, with real-time updates of road conditions and vehicle data at the edge of his vision.

Vroom——

The Silver Rider 577's tires crunched over the sand.

The engine roared wildly along the dimly lit seaside.

Gino seemed unwilling to team up with Sword Yarn.

"What's our plan? Simply transfer the plan to me, then I'll drop you off in a street corner alley."

She deliberately adjusted her seat to stretch her legs, compressing the back seat space.

Sword Yarn's protests were in vain, cursing as he shifted position.

"Grow up, Gino, this is what the boss ordered."

"Wow, big deal for you."

Gino exaggerated the tone as if raising an invisible middle finger.

"Still holding a grudge? Edwards cake."

The argument in the car intensified.

Beep, beep——

John long-pressed the horn to silence the two.

"Or should I stop the car and let you take a gun from the trunk and duel it out yourselves?"

The car quieted down a bit.

"This is one of the reasons I prefer being a Lone Wolf, so let's keep it brief, discuss the specific process, and clarify each person's responsibilities."

The two finally got serious.

The Wanderer Alliance had already intercepted Bismarck's exact coordinates.

Sword Yarn would hack into the municipal network and modify the hovercar's route data, diverting the target's vehicle to a signal void area.

John was to attack the city's signal transmission tower, gaining temporary control.

Gino was responsible for adjusting the tower's equipment, turning it into an electronic weapon to unleash a directed EMP pulse to crash Bismarck's hovercar.

"This sounds like a big move."

"Of course, let me count them, Internet Surveillance, Eden City Police Station, Plato Security Department, Emergency Team Platinum Aid Center..."

She didn't even want to think about it.

"So after the hovercar crashes, you have to swiftly clean up the scene, kidnap Bismarck, and make him cooperate within the shortest time possible. Otherwise, we'll be on the run with the countdown ticking."

"Why not just kill him and be done with it?"

"Didn't you listen to the task description earlier?"

Gino's expression turned uglier.

"If Bismarck doesn't cooperate or dies on the spot, we'll become the most wanted of the night, with news drones hovering overhead all night watching us get torn to pieces. Only if Bismarck willingly sends out a safety signal can we move on to the next step."

"How do we make him comply?"

"That's your problem, John, kidnapping is basic training for mercenaries. Don't worry, most corporate dogs turn wimpy when you strip away the suit."

"And what about the rest?"

"The rest are lunatics, just play it by ear."

Gino finished speaking and frowned again, staring at the Yucca Rope through the rearview mirror.

"Trust me, John, the part most likely to go wrong is right in front of you."

"F*** you too!"

Yucca Rope replied with a laugh.

[Get to know Yucca Rope (optional)]

John originally didn't want to get involved in the hackers' grudges.

But a sudden task prompt popped up, so he casually mentioned it, as if deliberately changing the topic to ease the car's atmosphere.

"Do you have a grudge with the news network? Why mess with the female guest on air?"

The trick worked.

Gino turned toward the window without making a sarcastic remark.

She also wanted to hear some drama.

Yucca Rope's expression suddenly deflated, as if he bought spoiled liquid food from a vending machine.

"Female guest? Hah, she's just a b***h!"

Yucca Rope began talking about his grudge with Sura.

He was the self-isolated type of internet wanderer.

He had almost no social interaction with the opposite sex, preferred virtual companions and electronic idols, and was only talkative in familiar online environments and with fixed friends.

He had a like-minded organization on illegal channels.

"Inside are some gay furry enthusiasts who like cyber Cat Girls, sharing sexy photos of boys in girls' outfits..."

Gino's voice echoed slowly in the car.

"Hey, enough, that's enough!"

Yucca Rope instantly flared up.

"That's a very inclusive group, not to be generalized. For example, I'm straight, and furry hasn't offended anyone, you should apologize for discriminating against Cat Girls!"

"What's the connection to the female reporter?"

John asked again, stopping the argument.

Yucca Rope's anger turned back to resentment.

Clearly.

For tech geniuses like them, if emotional vulnerabilities are too apparent, they're easily exploited.

A TV reporter named Sura somehow discovered the existence of their organization.

She disguised herself as a Cat Girl enthusiast, approached Yucca Rope using scripted dialogues in online chat rooms, showcasing her expensive custom furry cosplay accessories.

"I swear, she seemed like an angel descending, the girl most understanding of me in the world, every topic we could talk for long, how to describe it..."

"Soulmate, right? Every word hits the spot?"

Gino crossed her arms and joined in enthusiastically.

Yucca Rope couldn't help but nod.

Gino showed a meaningful smile.

"You know, idiot, every girl at the Sex Doll Club can become your soulmate. They have high-grade chips, customizing scripts for users' sexual preferences, adjusting slightly based on your emotional shifts..."

She admired Yucca Rope's gradually collapsing expression and delivered the final blow.

"It's pathetic that you've never hooked up, not even tried the professional girls? Even such street smarts get you drooling."

Gino grew up on the streets of West District.

She was tight with the girls from the Red Light District, demonstrating her expertise to the two in the car, explaining the processes and tricks of the Sex Doll Club.

Yucca Rope gradually lost his warmth among her words.

The journalist named Sura used very basic tricks.

But she really played a brilliant hacker from the Wanderer Alliance into infatuation.

Though the truth came out.

She paid a heavy price.

But Yucca Rope's emotional wound was hard to heal.

At the end, he covered his face with his hands, as if in immense pain, wishing to cut ties with every woman in the world.

John also started to worry Yucca Rope's state might affect the task.

"Buddy, don't be like this. After this is over, I'll take you to Steel Hot Forest, oh, don't even need that high-end, pick any club you like on Sakura Cross Street."

Furry ears and little sharp fangs, wearable cat paws, then a tail.

Giving up the fantasy and embracing the arms of beautiful girls isn't so bad.

"No!"

Yucca Rope firmly refused.

"From now on, I only love real Cat Girls, not those actors wearing toys, but pure, beautiful new life!"

"Woah~"

John raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

"Then you better have God's phone number."

He exchanged a look with Gino.

The latter showed a predictable expression.

"Trust me, John, he's definitely going to mess things up."

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