My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt

Chapter 522 340: Gangster

The matter is clear.[Bone Shards] is Vito Russell's undercover agent in the company, and he is the chosen second-generation "Godfather."

Vito Russell and Bone Shards exchanged ideas on their respective management styles.

The Godfather was a figure from the first gang war period.

At that time, they used rules and ruthless methods to control enough territory, influence industry leaders, but they did not go deep into management.

The gang formed scale, spawned unspoken rules and culture, which helped them stabilize their footing.

But corruption penetrated every nerve of the gang, with limited power to resist in the face of capital.

Bone Shards uses money, real straightforward rewards.

He abandoned the old rules and recruited a large group of capable, ambitious fresh blood who wanted to get ahead.

This group is synonymous with Cyber Era ambitions.

When they deeply bind with the Black Gold Gang, sharing interests, they can spontaneously occupy the streets and resist the pressure exerted by companies on the gang.

The transition between the two management styles is not easy.

Firstly, there is a lack of supporters.

Secondly, there is insufficient prestige.

And the company, to counter Vito Russell, helped Bone Shards complete the reform, accumulating enough prestige to shake the Godfather after the second gang war.

He actually managed to steal the gang back from the company.

If the two sides now tear each other apart...

The Black Gold Gang will suffer heavy hits, but it won't suddenly disappear from the streets of Eden City.

A gang with independent economic capability, holding a large amount of arms, having a clear management model and internal promotion rules, can't be easily destroyed.

At least one company doesn't have that much power.

This is Vito and Bone Shards' plan.

"You weren't abandoned by Vito."

John's mind worked faster, immediately realizing.

"Vito's signature wasn't to harm you, but to reduce your threat in the company's eyes. In such a complex scenario, old-school legends are easily targeted. You being alive is Vito protecting you!"

"Yes..."

Saw smiled, his muscles twitching.

He stood in the basement with overwhelming pride—The Godfather didn't betray the gang, the Black Gold Gang didn't lose its soul, and it has a future!

Then.

Saw's expression darkened again.

He gestured for John to unplug the data cable, then retrieved fuel from the corner, starting a major fire in the old basement.

Saw muttered while destroying physical evidence.

"I screwed up, screwed it all up, damn it. If these things are found by the company, they'll suspect Bone Shards and arrange a replacement!"

His actions grew faster, his hands began to shake.

"You must leave now, John!"

Saw suddenly turned in the firelight, sprinting along the way he came.

John followed, watching him search for a gun in the weapons crate.

John knew Saw was planning to stay.

"At least you're a legend."

He hesitated for a moment, took out the [Skuqi Revolver] from his waist. "Use something handy, die a prettier death."

The weapon coordinates are here.

John could now report back.

Saw accepted the revolver, flipping it in his hands.

"This is a good thing, genuinely, the craftsmanship and quality are excellent. You won't find a better kinetic revolver across the West District."

He shook his head.

"I don't have more cash prepared; consider it your reward!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Tell the company and the middleman..." Saw prepared a far simpler truth.

He was dismantled by the company, bore resentment, thus hijacked weapons as revenge.

Saw's reputation within the gang was too prominent.

He couldn't be humble enough to sell off supplies, nor betray Eastern People, or do anything to betray Vito Russell.

Only revenge!

A reason stupid and old-fashioned enough.

"These things must never be known to the company."

Saw said solemnly, not returning the gun to John, but instead turning it around, pressing it against his temple in an awkward posture.

Bang—

His actions were very natural.

From his demeanor to his tone, there were no anomalies even a second before pulling the trigger.

The corpse fell straight down.

John's heart skipped a beat.

"Shit!"

He blinked, his mind in chaos, finally looking at the body.

The pool of blood spread in the dim warehouse.

Pitch black, only the gold teeth in Saw's mouth shone in the scattered reflection.

Vehicle sounds came from outside the warehouse; sure enough, someone followed the scent here.

John bent down and picked up the revolver.

Anyone who stormed in would only think he had executed Saw.

He thus stood before the corpse, waiting, as if attending a brief funeral, until a large group of people rushed into the warehouse, bringing noise and more light.

Not Jingke Heavy Industry soldiers, but Jilead.

He arrived earlier than Indig Weber, showing the message was cut off.

Jilead was quite right.

Even though he had an independent office, in many people's eyes, he was a minor role, small enough that Saw never considered his ambitions.

"Wow, the real deal, this is the first time I'm seeing him up close."

Jilead stood by the corpse, laughed, put his hand on John's shoulder, shaking his attention back.

"Are you okay? Brother, what happened here!"

Jilead's people busied themselves moving the weapons, while others checked the fire source.

Dense smoke poured in from the basement, flooding the floor.

[Mission Objective Update]

[Reveal the Truth. (Optional)]

[Hide the Truth. (Optional)]

"He's dead, the stuff's here, that's it."

John felt somewhat miserable.

There are lies he wished to tell only once.

John pulled Jilead's hand back, then helped him adjust his suit. "I'll call the middleman to report back, so whatever you plan to do, make it quick."

He passed through the body, weapons, crowd, returning to the sports car.

Flames spread to the warehouse roof, breaking barriers, rising into an even larger black fog.

The Eisenberg sports car left behind the barren, dilapidated buildings, returning to bustling commercial streets, seemingly crossing two eras within the same administrative area.

He dialed the middleman's phone, delivering Saw's version.

[Raphael: Ha, revenge, such an old story could actually stir Vito Russell? Alright then, I'll read it to the company rep, anyway, the stuff is retrieved.]

[Raphael: But, John, I must remind you, no matter what you see or hear, don't let a second version slip out, remember.]

Raphael hung up the call and sent over the final payment.

John drove to Dan Street Apartment, also receiving money from Jilead.

This meant his dealings with the company representative, Ms. Weber's share wasn't coming through.

Silver Rider 577 shut off in the garage.

John took out the revolver, flipping it to admire under the car's lights.

[Weapon: Gang [Kinetic Revolver]]

[Module: Alloy Magazine, High-Pressure Barrel]

[Description: High-quality modified revolver from the Skuqi series, with custom alloy magazine, first choice for large-caliber kinetic handguns, top-tier factory settings, a perfectly tuned practical artwork.]

John gazed at the gun, inexplicably wanting to message Vito.

He didn't have contact details, impulsively sending it to Bone Shards.

Only one sentence.

[Saw is dead.]

John didn't receive a reply, nor did he wait.

[Mission: Old Gun (Completed)]

[Rewards: Payment [Raphael], Payment [Jilead], Payment [Saw], Weapon - Gang [Kinetic Revolver].]