If you can modify the route of a hovercar, it means you can stage a city-wide terrorist attack.

"I've never seen many hackers crawling around a city."

"Because that work is subcontracted to mercenaries."

Gino stuffed the backpack into John's hands.

Every profession has its own responsibilities.

"Alright then."

John looked up along the dripping wall, above was a brightly lit construction site.

This was the architectural disparity of Sakura Cross Street.

Although they came from the street, it felt as if they were in a basement.

The barricades were covered with Raqi Group's logo.

There were mist devices around the equipment to block dust.

Drills and lifting equipment operated as usual, while unknown large equipment thundered like a heartbeat.

This building was interspersed and expanded on the existing structure, and though it soared into the clouds, it didn't feel prosperous or breathtaking, only oppressive and decadent.

John withdrew his gaze.

Breathing the acidic air, the dusty cold wind brushed his skin, turning him to cement.

"I've never tried a job like this."

John frowned, planning a climbing route in his mind.

Kenmare seemed to think of something and took out a chip from the portable storage bag.

"Borrow it."

[Chip: Street Kid (Unknown Information)]

This was street material.

John didn't hesitate either, directly inserting it into the reading slot, pausing for a few seconds, waiting for Black Light to pull the data, then pulled out the damaged hardware.

Kenmare watched as the chip curled into a smoking wreckage within seconds, eyes widened in an instant.

He wanted to say something but frowned, lost in thought.

"Sorry, buddy, this was my last one. You break it, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

He was still stuck in the habit of using insertable devices.

John ignored him and looked up again:

The building in front of him instantly became clear and distinct, with regions zoomed in and out, revealing several parkour-usable routes.

The Igdrasir combat program began to operate.

The newly added movement skills were also added to the computing range.

John took a deep breath, feeling the organs gradually heating up, confirming that Black Light hadn't affected his state.

He silently plunged into the night.

Rapid in speed.

The spotlights at the base level of the building couldn't even cast his shadow.

The construction site was full of people.

Guides in reflective vests continued to direct materials in, and employees snuck into corners to smoke during breaks.

They discussed distant vacations, weekly bank statements, and the latest news of gray income.

[Prosthetic: Silencer [Raqi Industry]]

[Part: Foot]

[Function: Enhanced foot arch and experimental-level six shock absorption, greatly reducing noise from movement when activated.]

John weaved through stacks of goods.

Concrete floors, loose metals, discarded boards, and even scattered glass shards did not reveal his footsteps.

John maneuvered all the way to the depths.

He waited until a fully loaded forklift blocked a key viewpoint, grabbed the beam with his hands, lifted his body across the obstacle, and moved along with the forklift.

The chip brought by Kenmare recorded a lot of parkour and climbing movements.

It had no production number, belonging to the street variety, which often led to data errors and conflicts with prosthetic bodies.

But John didn't have to worry about that.

Black Light was like a shredder and reassembler.

It could erase data and reorganize according to special rules.

But Black Light itself did not have combat calculation capabilities.

The chip's principle of operation was to use stored movements to direct limb actions.

Convenient but rigid.

To make movements more flexible, a [Computing Core] was needed, often called [Combat Algorithm] in the mercenary field.

Some algorithms are independent hardware.

Such as Chuan's core module, and the brain or heart of security robots.

Others are installed in the prosthetic bodies.

Such as the Sianweistan—Igdrasir built-in combat unit John installed.

It acted like a super processor, using movements according to actual circumstances and could integrate content from multiple chips, producing unexpected combinations.

So now John looked like a stealth veteran.

He crept through the bustling construction site, then silently climbed upwards until the surrounding sounds grew lighter, and no cables or light sources were visible along the way.

[Internal Team Communication Request/Default]

[Gino: Well done, your moves were gentle enough, you've already passed through the area with the most people.]

[Yucca Rope: I've taken care of the surveillance, you can be a bit more brazen, I've got your back, oh, watch out for those patrolling foremen.]

A cloud of smoke diffused in the corridor.

A cone of light sliced through the shadows in the hallway.

Two foremen in Raqi uniforms walked over, inspecting the bare concrete columns and the unsealed corridor windows.

The noise from city advertisements seemed somewhat distant.

Neon lights diffused over, turning the reflective stripes on their uniforms into a gradient of silvery gray.

The coffee-scented smoke spread once more.

"You still using this thing? If the smoke alarm goes off again, this month's performance will be screwed."

"Ha, you think they really care about construction regulations? They're just smuggling chemical contraband under the guise of raw materials, afraid we'll blow up the bombs in the warehouse."

"You know that too?"

"What do you think? Shark Coin, thinking tearing off the incoming order slip would keep everyone in the dark."

The speaker took another deep drag, trying to blow the smoke farther.

"I haven't slept for nearly forty hours, barely holding on until tonight, this thing in my hand has to run its course."

"Go get an electric baton and suck on it, it's stronger."

"Keep it to stuff your own mouth, the news said they expanded positions to offer job opportunities, damn it, where's the hired people? Haven't seen a single one."

"Couldn't reach an agreement, the gang and the company have conflicts."

"All Eastern people, been a dog for so many years, still thinking of biting back?"

"Keep your voice down, I don't want to see your corpse stuffed in a trash bin when I piss in the alley."

...

Their voices gradually faded away.

One of them touched his neck, glanced back.

The companion urged him.

He withdrew his gaze and, accompanied by the portable light source and elongated shadows, disappeared around the corner of the concrete building.

John released his hands and dropped down from the ceiling.

He stepped on the slatted crate marked with construction material specifications, the shock absorption from shinbone to ankle silencing all sound.

[Yucca Rope: I thought you would... uh, indeed there's no need to kill anyone.]

John did not respond.

He climbed up to the edge of the railing to observe.

The imposing logo of Raqi Group enveloped the entire building, like an icy curtain covering the sky.

Between the steel and concrete crevice lay a high-brightness area.

That is the signal relay station.

"Alright, I need to take off now."

John tightened the magnetic buckle to its limit, lightly tapped his work jacket, adjusting it to its optimal sports mode—the accessory buckles would automatically retract, cooling patches would lock, minimizing interference with vigorous limb movements.

He sprinted down the corridor, leaping over the abyss, landing with a roll to absorb the impact.

The noise from this maneuver was not small.

Those patrollers would likely return to check.

The area in front of John was already a dead end.

He sprinted again, jumping sideways between two closely spaced pillars, climbing to the highest point, precariously hanging onto the platform's edge.

The wind at high altitude was a bit noisy.

John exerted force with his hands, lifting his body in a pull-up posture, preparing to search for the next platform.

Suddenly, a shout came through the channel.

[Gino: Quickly hide, you've triggered the sound control detection, f*ck, the municipal setup is pretty inconspicuous...]

John didn't catch the second half.

At the moment he heard the alarm, he let go.

Almost simultaneously.

A silent low-altitude drone hovered right above the platform.

Two high-definition cameras zoomed in and out, full-angle radar activated, the red data grid slowly scanned over the concrete surface.

The drone was entirely black with a carbon-fiber texture.

Suspended below it was an intelligent machine gun, not a non-lethal taser, but a real weapon with penetration and high-rate-of-fire modules.

Buzz—

The black lump didn't detect any living things, whistling away into the sky.

Vision slowly lowered.

John was hiding beneath the platform, relying on the prosthetic body's strength to grip onto the vertical, protruding concrete rebar.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head.

The empty elevator shaft was pitch black, estimated over a hundred meters from the ground, with nothing around to cling to or stand on.

"Really damn dangerous."

John climbed onto the platform, feeling the cold wind, noticing for the first time the fine sweat gathering around his neck.

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