After I Transmigrated, My Heart Turned Out to Be a Top-Ranked Fugitive

Synopsis: On the first day after transmigrating into a cyberpunk world, my heart was ripped out.

The System said that if I couldn't get it back within an hour, my heart would be sold to capitalists as a battery.

Only when I coughed up a pistol capable of shattering anything and fitted the devouring prosthetic limb known as "Taotie" did I realize...

How come there are others in the business of stealing hearts?