Novel-X Chapter 520 338: Who Betrayed Me?
Chapter 520 338: Who Betrayed Me?
The server was right next to the equipment management room.Saw found a set of equipment, pulled out the data cable from his elbow, and connected it; his prosthetic eye started to glow.
"Got the location, show me what you got."
He pulled out the data cable and couldn't resist taunting. "You don't look like you know anything about hacking; why don't we find a proper hacker?"
"Quiet."
John pulled out the data cable, just about to connect it, when he heard hurried footsteps.
Saw frowned and cursed softly.
"Give me the gun, focus on your work!"
The Skuqi revolver was strapped to John's waist.
See, this is the old dog.
Clearly, he led the way, no signs before reaching the place, but as soon as business starts, someone shows up.
When you think you're becoming friends with him...
That's when people like him show their true colors, start testing your limits, getting greedy, then comes betrayal.
John suspected he would take the gun and run, leaving him to the Black Gold Gang's thugs, or worse, might suddenly shoot him.
"Not necessary."
John said as he plugged in the data cable.
Black Light swept through.
The Black Gold Gang's server was using Jingke Heavy Industry's enterprise firewall, overwritten in the blink of an eye.
The only complicated part was finding the corresponding section in the massive amount of data.
Luckily, Saw had already marked the information section.
John only needed to copy it.
"Let's go."
"Whistle—"
Saw whistled, following behind.
The two ducked into the Silver Rider 577, leaving the scene before the pursuing footsteps got closer.
Over the elevated roads, then turning towards the industrial area.
Saw leaned against the seat, exclaiming. "Nice work, now give me the downloaded stuff..."
Swish—
The Silver Rider 577 suddenly drifted.
Click.
The passenger door unlocked, the wild wind rushing in, blowing Saw's clothes into a frenzy.
"Wha..."
Instinctively, he turned to the driver's seat, only to see John swing a punch over.
Bam!
Saw's neck snapped, his whole body falling out of the speeding car, leaving just one hand clinging to the door frame, his lower half scraping and bouncing on the road, forced to curl up near the door using only his arm strength.
"Fack! What's wrong with you!"
His nose bone was fractured, his mouth filled with blood.
A punch from the Igdrasul Alloy Skeleton is no joke; anyone less durable would have been knocked half unconscious, rolling onto the road.
John didn't respond but floored the accelerator, speeding down the West District street.
Several cars scraped past the door, the hurricane roaring past Saw's ears, sharp and piercing honks one after another, with street scenes and landmark lines flying by in his peripheral vision.
Saw hung on the side of the car, letting go would mean death.
"...What the hell do you want!"
"Ask yourself if you really think I'm an idiot!"
John roared back while speeding through traffic.
"That's a backup server, it has nothing to do with the rental company's property, how could the coordinates you planned be inside?"
"I did deceive you! Shit—"
The Silver Rider 577 drifted around a corner.
He crashed into the street-side flower bed with a bang and swung back violently.
If it weren't for John's concern about the new door, he would've thrown the guy right out.
"Fack, I've admitted it all, what more do you want... OK! Fine! What you're looking for has nothing to do with the weapons, I'll send you the coordinates now!"
Saw completely confessed, willing to spill anything.
Swish—
The Silver Rider 577 braked to a halt.
Saw was thrown out, rolling several times on the ground.
Bam!
John slammed the car door shut, walked towards him with his gun drawn, flipped him over with his foot, and pressed the gun against his forehead.
"Don't waste my time."
"...Ah, damn it, it's not like you're working for free, mercenaries, so let's talk money!"
Saw's face was covered in blood, but he showed no fear, nor did he bear any resentment.
The old dog is just like this.
Begging just a second ago, then dragging his feet the next.
People like him have seen all kinds of tricks; you can pressure him, but you can't truly scare him.
[Detection of account fund changes]
Saw didn't send the coordinates; instead, he wired over a sum of money.
A very generous amount.
"Heh, so, is it worth it?"
Saw grinned, revealing a gold tooth deep inside.
"The corporate dogs and middlemen will promise you anything, but only I know that those who are truly sincere settle the bill on the spot!"
"...…"
John moved the gun away for the sake of the money.
Saw dusted himself off and stood up unsteadily. "This is a private job. What you downloaded is very important to me. Please, hand it over."
"Where are the weapons?"
"Come on~ John, I just paid you!"
"That can only count as compensation for wasting my time."
"What about the weapons? Don't want them? I can take you there right now, no problem. Just help me crack something on the way, and I'll pay you again."
The old man would use any means to achieve his goal.
He got dragged hanging onto the car door down the street but showed no hint of resentment.
"Don't judge by my current state; I still have quite a bit of savings and can afford to hire you. It's all things you can do on the way, doesn't delay anything, so what's wrong with earning a little more?"
The old man always spoke with twisted logic.
"What did you have me download?"
John finally spoke up.
Saw knew he had compromised; he first gave a bitter smile, then his face gradually turned ruthless.
"Some old authorization reports."
He took off his jacket, lifted his undershirt, revealing a body full of surgical scars. "I want to know who was the mole when the company set me up!"
[Mission Objective Updated]
[Hand the copied information to Saw. (Optional)]
[Refuse. (Optional)]
John was somewhat surprised.
Every mission choice is like a bullet fired in a different direction, not knowing which will hit his future self.
Saw was displaying the wounds left from dismantling his prosthetic body.
The anger he exhibited was more determined and weighty than that of a young man.
John could tell, choosing to refuse now would result in another fight.
Completely unnecessary.
He flicked his fingers, transmitting the files to Saw, while he also opened them for a glance.
All was compressed information.
John didn't know the Black Gold Gang's coding rules, randomly scanned a few; it was too complicated, from daily operation reports to various bills; it was headache-inducing.
He looked up at Saw, noticing he was awkwardly twisting his neck.
"Huff, huff."
Saw was panting, his chest heaving violently, the dark skin visibly congested, veins at his temples bulging like crawling reptiles.
"Are you okay?"
John tentatively asked.
"Fack, bullshit!"
Saw roared, a stark contrast to his previous nonchalant image.
He howled in agony on the desolate street, the kind that spews blood, and after a long while, he slowly calmed down.
John didn't know how to comfort women, much less men.
The only reason he didn't get closer was his fear of Saw turning into a cyberpsychopath and dragging him down with him.
Luckily, Saw calmed down.
John saw him drenched in sweat, soaking his filthy clothes, emitting a stale, rotten smell.
"What's going on?"
"..." The normally talkative Saw was silent for a long time. "Vito Russell, signed by the Godfather."
John raised an eyebrow.
Jilead had mentioned:
Saw was framed, dismantled of his advanced prosthetic body by the company on the operating table, leading to his current miserable state.
"Vito wants to take you down?"
"He wants to kill me. One bullet would be enough."
Saw's voice was weary, extremely feeble.
John felt no affection for gangs, nor was he surprised by betrayal, naturally deducing from Vito's dire situation.
"Vito and the company..."
Buzz—
Saw launched at him with the Sianweistan.
John was cautious; dealing with a prosthetic body couldn't be easier when it's an old man heavily injured.
Saw was subdued, but his mouth kept running.
"Shut up, kid, you simply don't understand what Vito has been through. The Godfather would never betray the gang!"
John silently pinned him down.
Saw was truly in a pathetic state now.
Old, crippled, and out of his mind.
"...I don't know, so I don't care. No matter how much you shout at me, it proves nothing. Perhaps Vito hasn't given up on the gang; he's just given up on you."
John's tone remained calm, without a hint of sympathy on his face.
Saw's struggle faded away.