John's first reaction was that something was missing.
The task settlement mentioned a special pass and a souvenir, neither of which were at the old casino.
Then he realized, these must be gifts prepared by Vito.
[Eden City - Dan Street]
The Eisenberg supercar drove into the underground parking lot.
He drove unhindered into the VIP area, watching his exclusive A31 warehouse automatically open.
The compensation paid by Mr. Vito had already been credited.
John finally felt a bit more at ease.
Another all-nighter had ended.
John swore to take a good rest; making money is to improve life, not to exhaust himself to stupidity.
He stood in front of the garage terminal, deciding to spend on something. He'd seen the elevator ads for vehicle maintenance packages every day, and now with money on hand, he finally had the courage to browse the detailed service manual.
Eden City was always bustling, and every time one left, there was a chance they wouldn't return.
Busy big shots can't spare time to fetch water and squat by the vehicle to clean it.
Professional tasks should be left to the professionals.
Customers purchasing a vehicle maintenance package, even at the lowest tier, include vehicle auto-cleaning services, as long as your ride hasn't exploded and can drive back to the garage intact, a professional deep-cleaning service awaits you!
Regardless of any dust, gravel, mud spots, old bullet shells under the seats, shattered glass, or even embedded organic matter in the wheel hub gaps... particularly blood and bone fragments, it will all be cleaned thoroughly.
If the vehicle isn't in use for a short period, repairs like collision damage, rust, and firearm damage are included to ensure the vehicle is always in the best condition.
The package even provides a specialized channel to connect with major vehicle manufacturers' production plants, something ordinary repair shops and black-market vendors can't manage.
Taking it outside for repairs, unqualified small workshops might even try to pull a fast one on you.
Of course, material costs are extra.
John purchased the mid-range package and clicked confirm on the panel.
The garage's automatic car wash system immediately began operating, and the scanner started its checks, with the metal grid flooring elevating to the proper height as four mechanical arms began their work...
John left the Silver Rider at ease.
Black Light had already scanned the system, enabling remote monitoring of the vehicle's status via the Atlanta Virtual Network, preventing any petty thieves from secretly driving the car away without him noticing.
He took the elevator, slowly ascending.
All along, he marveled at the excellent VIP area services, or rather, in Eden City, having money makes life of quality.
Everything is expensive and unaffordable to waste; resources should be spent wisely.
John returned to his apartment with a bag.
The door unlocked electronically; inside, the air was fresh and filtered, the temperature control system operated well, and just being inside was relaxing, with the entire home sound system playing his favorite car music.
John first enjoyed a refreshing shower, then sat on the sofa sipping a functional beverage.
Vito's gift was placed in front of him.
First was a black-gold chip.
He smoothly inserted it into his neck.
[Data Reading...]
Mr. Vito Russell, dressed in a suit, appeared in front of him.
"John, this authorization chip is a Golden Diamond Member Card of the Bolago Club. Once you bind it with your biometric information, the biggest money pit in the West District will be open for you..."
This video was pre-recorded.
Mr. Vito's figure shrank to the upper left corner, with the club promotional information and biometric binding options filling the center screen.
"You can freely enter the supermodel pool, inner auctions, and celebrity banquet hall." Of course, the authorization card is empty; you'll have to pay for your expenses in the inner area yourself."
"Don't call me stingy; this card is a symbol of wealth and nobility, a fast track to the upper echelons."
He spread his ring-covered arms, smiling:
If you find it troublesome or hate socializing, you can toss it onto the black market to sell.v Then you'll understand how precious this gift is. Don't worry, I'll turn a blind eye; I can track the serial number, so it won't bother the Black Gold Gang... but I'd be a little disappointed if you really did that."
The recording ended, and the binding information popped up.
John slid open the metallic grilles of the window, where he could see the Bolago Club afar through the glass.
An area solely for the enjoyment of the upper crust.
It's the greatest income source for the Black Gold Gang.
This card is an opportunity from Vito for him, seemingly great, yet many details were unmentioned and only written in the membership guide behind the chip.
Club members have to pay hefty annual fees, which are currently a bit steep for John; luckily, the first-year fee is already paid, providing some time to experience it.
Vito Russell was indirectly encouraging him to complete more tasks — inevitable interactions with the Black Gold Gang on the West District's turf, allowing the competent young man to integrate into Dan Street.
His thoughts lay openly on the table; being the gang leader, he wouldn't make a losing deal, would he?
John pondered briefly but still bound his biometric information.
After all, the first-year period is free; it's good to gain some worldly knowledge. If it's not worth it, he could just not renew it.
Besides Mr. Vito's card, there was also a metal box on the table.
Inside lay a gun.
[Collectible: EMP Emitter]
[Description: Gino's Electromagnetic Pulse Gun, a wonderful creative concept equipped with Plato's experimental phase ICE hardware.]
The box also contained a note from Gino.
Mr. Vito said he wanted to send you a gift. Thanks for saving my life; I'm sending you something too. Hmm, not sure if you found what you wanted in the casino, but seeing as you're interested in EMP modifications, I'll give you this one.
This was purely a pleasant surprise.
Counting the windfall from the Black Spider, this was already the third collectible item.
John set up his workspace, shaping a hardened foam cutout, sparing an area directly opposite the weapon display rack, which would now be used to place an assortment of collectible items.
Currently, there were two items from top to bottom:
The Exile's Ion Dagger.
The gang hacker's Electromagnetic Rifle.
After tidying up the room, John received a delivery notification again for the customized workbench module he ordered at the cupboard.
This guy is truly the best second-hand dealer on Oil Drum Street. Along with the delivery, a matching installation chip was also sent.
John inserted the items into the living room player.
The holographic projection cast an outline of the workspace onto the metal coffee table, with parameters recorded by John earlier.
The video started playing.
It used 3D animation to teach how to install the bullet manufacturing station, detailing even down to each screw's position to remind you.
"Damn, as long as you have hands, it could work... the cupboard sure is considerate."
John, wearing a grey tank top, started assembling the workbench like a techie nerd living in a garage.
The things sold by the cupboard were high-quality.
The desktop was an electromagnetic slab with precise distance measurement, aside having the tools necessary for bullet making, complete with specifications and ample parts. Many of the bullets available on the market could be crafted.
The delivery contained another chip; after extraction, it was an installation package with tutorials for common ammunition production.
It was only after watching that John realized:
The workbench picked out by the cupboard for him still had rooms for upgrades.
By connecting the data line to the host, he could synchronize with the workstation's system, and adding more robotic arms could even create a fully automated bullet crafting pipeline.
John was greatly tempted and then placed orders for all other necessary parts via the cupboard's links.
"No wonder the cupboard is getting rich."
He glanced at his account balance again, subtly frowning. The continuous hustle seemed to earn him a lot, but slightly unchecked, expenditures flowed like water, completely unstoppable.
Tasks still needed to be done.
John rested with closed eyes on the sofa, beginning to organize the last trophy from this task.
[Transport Protocol 308 (Program)]