My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt-Chapter 271 - 157: Forced into Prostitution

The Floating Life Kyoto Club is the lion in this steel jungle.

Its facade is spacious and exquisite, clean and tidy, with no messy buildings overhead and around, forming a large "courtyard well."

The air is filled with the scent of perfume and alcohol.

John walked through the alley, staying in the shadows, his hands in his pockets as he scrutinized the club across the street.

A dark gray carpet extends to the curb, adjacent to a large parking lot, with high-class thugs in suits visible everywhere.

John could imagine:

Customers shuttling back and forth day and night, leaving their private cars and autonomous taxis, gathering on the carpet at the club's entrance under the shadow of city buildings. Giant billboards floated with tantalizing lines, ear-splitting music overshadowed conversations and ordering processes, front desk attendants with behavior chips used patient and seductive voices to verify clients' accounts, selecting fetishes and sex dolls...

John withdrew his gaze, looking at the surrounding buildings.

The Sex Doll Club and the bars combined entertainment and privacy.

Gang operators often set up bases nearby, also running businesses like casinos to cover gang transactions.

Inside, a large number of thugs, hackers, and snipers are stationed long-term.

The surrounding apartments are also basically under gang control.

After all, these kinds of housing are difficult and inconvenient to rent to ordinary citizens, mostly serving as "employee dormitories," with a mix of shady characters and the breeding ground for parasites, turning into complete trash heaps.

"Really tough to handle."

From a distance, John saw more than twenty security guards; when the alarm goes off, they'd definitely be surrounded inside, much like what happened last time at the Super Sensing Chip shooting location.

But now John's relationship with the Owl Town gang has changed from before; the gang wars have made them abandon their fears and principles. Being surrounded again could mean a fatal outcome.

[Mission Objective Updated]

[Do not trigger the alarm. (Not achieved)]

"I fucking know..."

John muttered, his hands in pockets, shrugging his shoulders, and casually disappeared into the alley's shadow.

Click, click-click, snap.

He walked past the dripping, smoking grating, checked the silenced pistol's magazine and the assault rifle slung at his waist, then...

John left the alley entrance, stood in front of a street corner vendor, and ordered a box-packed noodle dish with a double serving of meat sauce, casually twirling it with a plastic fork as he slowly ate.

He needed to continue gathering intelligence, looking for opportunities while satisfying his craving for street food.

Unfortunately, the dish had no texture, the noodles either broke or were as tough as a broken belt, relying entirely on flavoring agents to mask it, barely swallowable.

If he wanted to introduce it into his restaurant, he'd need to change the recipe and ingredients.

John's thoughts drifted as he waved for a beer.

He sat between the passing thugs and ordinary citizens, occasionally glancing up at the Floating Life Kyoto Club's exclusive parking lot, observing the vehicles capable of carrying people, noting their entry and exit frequency, characteristics, inspection process, and approximate timing...

Two hours later.

Street corner.

This place is very close to the club's underground, and drivers delivering goods to the gang's casino and club, considering privacy, would typically pass through here rather than taking the broader main road.

The alley is relatively narrow, with walls on both sides, garbage cans and discarded billboards.

Honestly...

This is a goddamn natural robbery spot, but who would do something this foolish in the core area of the Owl Town gang?

Every driver thought this.

A modified Calormen Truck rounded into the main road.

The driver straightened his back in confusion.

Two rows of plastic cones blocked the way, with a man in a hoodie throwing down the last one nearby, completely sealing the road, seemingly hiding hard material like cement inside, making them afraid to drive over.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

The driver shouted and suddenly realized something was wrong, his pupils dilating as he reached for a weapon beside the driver's seat.

Before he could pull the trigger, someone grabbed his clothes, pulled him out through the open driver's window, flipped him in the air, and pinned him firmly to the ground.

"...Cough, cough, uh, hey, please."

The driver was an Eastern Person, and the tattoos on his arms had already faded.

"Shh~ hush hush hush, quiet."

John used his knee to pin the driver, removed his gun, flipped it in his hand to inspect it, chambering it, and lightly pressing it against his head, feeling the other's muscles tense. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Are you delivering goods to the Floating Life Kyoto?"

The driver stiffened and nodded, breathing heavily, as if any extra movement might lead to accidental discharge.

John directly stated his intentions.

"Do you want to earn some tips, or die in this alley?"

The driver shut his eyes tight, nodded, then shook his head, unsure how to respond to demonstrate submission.

John achieved his goal, removed the magazine with one hand, tossed it into a garbage can, then dragged the trembling driver back to the driver's seat like throwing away trash.

He slowly circled to the front, kicked down the cones, and leisurely got into the passenger seat.

During this process, the driver had the chance to floor the gas pedal and flee or signal for help, employing various self-rescue methods...

John did it on purpose.

But the driver was exceedingly cowardly and cautious, suppressing his fear, doing nothing excessive, quietly sitting in the driver's seat waiting.

This left no room for John's subsequent intimidation strategy.

It wasn't until John sat in the passenger seat that he noticed the cheap amulet hanging in the truck's worn control station, a tacky pendant, and a handcrafted metal card inscribed with "Kumazawa Family."