Cyberpunk: 2075

"Excellent action, fast speed, there is no doubt that this is a perfect result, this order is closed, Mr. Carl."

Listening to the voice of the blue-eyed middle-aged man in the communication, Carl sat in the Wild Wolf Bar and ate French fries, and responded calmly: "I thought you would receive the target in person, but in the end you still asked someone to act as your agent. It seems that this rescue target is not worth mentioning to you."

"You can't say that, Mr. Carl. He will naturally have his importance, but there are some things that don't need to appear in person."

The blue-eyed middle-aged man continued in the communication: "Our next cooperative task is the more important thing now."

"Hearing this, are you going to send the file now?"

"Physical rest is necessary, and I hope you can maintain a good mental state to perform my task."

"What you mean is, let me rest for two days to prepare?"

"As a mercenary, Mr. Carl's efficiency and speed in performing tasks are really reassuring, but I think your mental state also needs some care."

The blue-eyed middle-aged man spoke strangely, but his meaning was very clear.

He was worried about Carl's mental state and wanted Carl to adjust for a few days.

After being told too much by people who are not familiar with him, Carl is too lazy to correct it.

He was just a little diligent in carrying out the task, but people worried about his mental state. How can he explain this?

If the mercenaries are lazy, then you guys can't find anyone to do the work.

"Then I'll wait for your news. I hope the reward for your so-called big job is in line with the reward."

"You will be satisfied, Mr. Carl, but as an apology for not being able to give you the task immediately, I have sent something that you will be interested in to your apartment. I hope this can be my compensation."

To my apartment...::

How did you guys know where I live?

Carl still didn't say such stupid things. In this day and age, what privacy can there be? It is not a surprising thing to be known by people with intelligence where you live.

Carl was about to ask what was sent, but suddenly found that the communication was cut off.

Weird.

Carl could only say this to this somewhat mysterious client.

I don't know what he said I would be interested in.

Because of curiosity, Carl did not stay in the Wild Wolf Bar for long after the mission. After Mrs. Wells gave him a big bag of French fries, he said hello to Jack and Oliver who were still drinking, and took the subway home. He arrived at the fourth floor of the super skyscraper quickly. When he entered the room, Carl saw a bundle placed in the corner of the room.

Was it delivered by a delivery robot? This super skyscraper really has no privacy at all.

It was really delivered to your home.

Carl was not in a hurry to open the bundle. Although it should not be necessary, it was necessary to be vigilant about the unfamiliar bundle. After tearing open the package with a single molecular wire across a few meters, Carl saw a transparent glass cabinet.

Cabinet?

Looking inside this square glass cabinet with a diameter of about 60 centimeters, there was one thing in the glass cabinet, a chip.

A chip needs such a large cabinet to be transported?

Carl opened the cabinet, held his breath for a few seconds, and after confirming that there was no device such as poison gas in the cabinet that triggered it, he took out the chip.

After inserting it into the room computer and doing a basic check with his hacker knowledge, Carl discovered that it was actually a training chip.

Training chips are now used in the armies of many countries. As long as the chip is inserted, the user will arrive in a virtual environment, where he can practice with the various terrains and enemies simulated by the chip to improve his skills.

I remember that military technology has invested a lot in this area, and the soldiers of the new United States are also using this thing in large quantities. I don’t know if this chip is the same as the military technology.

The computer’s inspection ability is not as good as Carl’s access warehouse, so after doing a basic check and roughly confirming that there are no viruses, Carl inserted the chip and checked it again.

It’s a bit risky, but there is really nothing special in it. It seems that the blue-eyed gentleman has made sincerity in the gift.

I just don’t know how much sincerity this is.

Carl knows that the training chips provided by military technology to ordinary soldiers are actually very general in training, because the manufacturing of chips requires data input and good materials.

The training chips that can be provided to ordinary soldiers, the opponents they can face, to put it bluntly, may be the level of low-level thugs on the street who can't even join gangs, that is, the most corrupt and incompetent NCPD

The police officers will all rush forward and rush to make meritorious deeds when they see it.

The chip that can satisfy me must be the elite level of the Six Street Gang.

After starting the chip, the consciousness entered the virtual space. Several debugging panels appeared in front of Carl, which listed the exercises he could do and the opponents he could face.

The training chip given by the blue-eyed middle-aged man collected the following personnel data...

Arasaka Special Operations Department agent, Arasaka ninja, military technology operations department personnel, new American sergeant, Kangtao security robot, elite member of the Hellhound, Lazarus official mercenary...

After just a quick glance, Carl saw some pretty good training subjects.

Each of these personnel can clean up a scavenger base alone without taking a breath. The strongest can easily solve a gang base, and the weakest can at least fight three or four gang members.

Looking at the data records of these personnel (machines) and the equipped prostheses, equipment, and abilities, Carl had to admit that he was really satisfied with the gift from the blue-eyed middle-aged man. It’s better to say that he was satisfied to the extreme.

If you use Carl’s own standards.

Except for the robots, everyone in this data is at least at Mr. Johnson’s level. Although it’s very sorry to say this, Mr. Johnson, it actually feels like this.

I don’t know how the blue-eyed middle-aged man got so much data. It’s hard to get this training chip for 100,000 euros, right?

Let’s try it first, and feel the virtual space.

Carl thought about it and decided to test his level.

So, start setting up.

Location selection:

The three-story villa, together with the surrounding area, covers a total area of ​​7,200 square meters.

Personnel:

Fifteen Contao security robots, ten Hellhound elite members, seven new American sergeants, three Lazarus official mercenaries, two Arasaka ninjas, a total of thirty-seven people.

Equipment selection:

Lexington pistol, Copperhead assault rifle.

Training goal:

Clear all.

Carl thought about it and checked another rule.

[Only 40 bullets allowed, only headshots allowed, only firearms allowed]

Even the blue-eyed middle-aged man would not have thought that the training chip he gave as a gift, which was essentially intended to help Carl keep his hands and feet from getting rusty during the two days of rest, was used by Carl to train himself intensively.