Chapter 143: Chapter 95: The Possibility of Survival

John flipped off the motorcycle, tugging off his sand-worn scarf, and took deep breaths of the air.

The taste of the scorching sun outdoors was not pleasant.

Aelon wore a gray vest and work pants, her prosthetic eyes likely upgraded again—blue pupils reflected faint metallic lines in the strong light.

Her expression was neutral as she spoke with certainty.

“To make you flip, your riding skills must be impressive.”

“Heh.”

John knew Alonna’s way of speaking was straightforward, which made him a bit embarrassed.

“The motorcycle assassins of Owl Town, all challenging speed demons… Forget it, I’m not going to boast to you, just tell me what you plan to do.”

“Going to war with Ironfoot Kombu.”

Alonna said calmly and confidently.

[Mission: Enough is Enough]

[Rewards: Payment, Prosthetic Body [Unknown]]

Alonna introduced the job to John.

The Wanderers and the Exiles were mortal enemies.

They slaughtered each other on the wastelands between cities, fighting over every resource and space to survive.

Damascus affected the environment outside the city.

Nando was always seeking legal ways to expand, abandoning traditional smuggling and drug dealing, yet still managed to strengthen the camp.

He registered a company centered around the Wanderers, contracting large-scale labor and technical jobs in Eden City.

Externally, he conducted intercity trade.

Managed through an order control system, the business continued to expand its scope outward.

Nando even considered cooperating with other tribes.

Unexpectedly, Ironfoot Kombu emerged.

He blew up Plato’s warehouse, acquired a large amount of materials and experimental weapons, merged the Exiles’ forces, and launched retaliatory attacks on the Wanderers.

Convoys were robbed, members were killed.

The camp’s fury could no longer be contained, deciding to declare a frontal war as soon as Alonna returned.

The target was the largest scrapping base outside the city.

It ostensibly handled vehicle scrapping, but was actually a smuggling hub for the Exiles and the largest illegal dismantling plant in Eden City, where vehicles obtained through illicit channels were disassembled, reorganized, and sold to all classes in the city.

This was also Ironfoot Kombu’s largest source of funding.

[Eden City – Damascus Camp]

Nando was assigning tasks to others, the team channel had already been set up.

The attached material included terrain maps, architectural construction, internal photos, and aerial videos…

Alonna and John were in the first wave of the attack.

The familiar Talia was in charge of blocking.

The rest were regular drivers and gunners, plus some handling engineering and hacking-related tasks.

John was in the corner organizing his gun bag.

He wasn’t from Damascus, his job was to be Alonna’s driver and front-line support, no need to listen too carefully.

Alonna was there.

Why him?

Because other drivers couldn’t keep up with the camp War Mother’s rhythm, and Alonna felt John could match her combat ability.

The task meeting was highly efficient.

Nando, smoking a cigar, issued orders with a strong tone, a high level of authority underneath his brute muscle exterior, the camp was fully mobilized, ready to fight at any moment.

All responsible parts dispersed.

Talia came over to chat with John, putting an arm around his shoulder, watching as he took out a Vodka revolver from his gun bag and even played with it for a moment,

Nando and Alonna also came over.

Talia reluctantly handed back the gun, then set a date for drinks after the mission.

Nando offered a cigar to John, and after being refused, he directly asked:

“You look off, got into trouble? Damascus Camp is willing to offer you help.”

He took a drag of smoke, looking very serious.

“Ah, I understand you Lone Wolves’ mindset, but you can try trusting us, speak boldly, the family leader’s promise carries great weight.”

[Choose to hide. (Optional)]

[Disclose to Nando. (Optional)]

Alonna leaned against a folding metal table, both hands newly upgraded alloy prosthetics, the faux leather texture was excellent, the heat dissipation lines hidden flawlessly, clearly high-end custom goods.

She went to the outskirts for modification, likely through special channels.

John raised his hand, showing a helpless, bitter smile.

“Have I been set up?”

He reached into his gun bag, pulling out an Omega Inhibitor from the drug slot to show them—specifically prepared for emergencies during the operation.

Alonna looked at John seriously.

Nando slightly furrowed his brow.

“How bad is it?”

“Probably doesn’t have long to live.”

“How did it come to this…”

Nando and Alonna found it hard to accept, even suspecting Plato’s subdermal armor might be faulty, suggesting he undergo another transplant, since cyber psychosis often stems from excessive modification or outdated, repeatedly used implants.

John waved off their concerns, but after hesitating for a moment, he still didn’t reveal the Black Light matter.

“My situation is more complicated, but one thing is clear, I don’t have much time left.”

He drew his lips together and shrugged.

Nando moved the cigar away from his mouth, spat out some ashes, after a moment’s thought, he stared at John and said,

“There might be hope for you.”

He said the breakthrough might lie with Ironfoot Kombu.

The raid on Plato Laboratory made him too afraid to enter Eden City’s urban area, but he profited enormously, including with highly dangerous prosthetics.

Kombu fitted his subordinates with them, using special means to overclock them, then distributed weapons to his underlings, forming his own force.

Electric Eel belonged to the category of failed experiments.

But the dismantling plant business was managed by Kombu’s assistant, with several powerful and bloodthirsty monsters.

“Experimental phase products aren’t easy to fit, their strength increased without going crazy… They might have been deranged to begin with, but there must be some means… to alleviate the side effects of modifications.”

“F*ck, sounds promising, when am I heading out to take down that Shark Coin Exile?”

John smelled a glimmer of hope for salvation.

Nando said that as long as the mission was completed, he was willing to organize manpower to gather relevant intel, and if indeed found, it would be part of the reward.

He was, after all, the camp leader.

Even if it clearly meant saving John’s life, he couldn’t just give it for free—otherwise, it would mean risking all camp members’ lives.

John seemed extremely exhilarated on the road, even the most anticipated mission in a long time.

The threat of cyber psychosis was more terrifying than Black Light’s overload causing him to spit blood.

Although Omega Potion was useful, the torment of fluctuating thresholds was pushing John to his limits.

He hoped the Exiles truly had a cure.

Not expecting to completely suppress cyber psychosis, at least it should stabilize his condition to buy more time, more than two weeks.

[Eden City – Route 7 (Old)]

John drove an off-road armored vehicle.

Alonna sat in the passenger seat.

Familiar tactical work pants paired with high-topped military boots, but the gray, thickened jacket was special, also bearing the camp insignia.

[Equipment: Damascus Water-Repellent Heat-Dissipating Jacket]

[Description: Lightweight bulletproof vest with extensive cooling technology to alleviate prosthetic body overheating pressure.]

John knew some big shots got custom-made clothing.

“What’s special about it?”

“Hmm.”

Alonna replied.

Her level of killing the desire for conversation was about the same as her skills in killing people.

John pursed his lips and nodded.

He thought the topic was over when…

Alonna, having adjusted her weapons, looked at the navigation interface, seemingly thinking there was still some distance to go.

She unfastened her jacket’s magnetic clasp, reached back, and lifted her multi-braided golden hair.

The jacket slipped down from her neck.

Its inside had a layer of soft metal, which fitted with the metal screws embedded in Alonna’s spine, the interlayer was filled with heat dissipation material, which greatly lowered the prosthetic body’s temperature through a combination of physical and micro-electrical technology.

“Similar to a hacker’s cooling suit.”

She explained.

[Sukin syn. (Russian), need a few minutes for a quickie? Why are you stripping!]

Talia’s voice came through the car speakers.

She drove a muscle beast past, raising a middle finger at John and Alonna.

John chuckled.

He took out the Vodka revolver, spun it once, and put it back in the holster.

“I’ll take good care of it.”

The voice channel brought Talia’s exaggerated lament.

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