Cyberpunk: 2075

"Old Wei, we are here!"

"You are finally here."

Old Wei turned his chair and faced the people who came in from outside: "I was wondering when you would come, but you came just after the rain stopped. You brought so many large and small bags of things to my small clinic. Aren't you afraid that someone will see and steal them?"

"How can your clinic be called a small clinic, Old Wei? The place behind is so big, and we came here immediately."

Oliver smiled: "Old Wei, there are no positioning programs or other things left on the weapons."

"There are some, and it can be seen that they were not cleaned up in time. I dealt with them by the way. This kind of You should let T-BUG or V deal with things in the future. I am not familiar with weapon structure and programming.

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Really, it's not a prosthesis. "

Lao Wei complained and looked at T-BUG who came in last: "T-BUG, you still have to take a look at those weapons. After all, I am not an authority in this area. "

"Well, I will check it again. "

This is the first time that T-BUG has come to Lao Wei's clinic. After she looked around curiously, she saw the pile of boxes placed in the corner under Lao Wei's finger and walked over.

"Are all the weapons here?"

"All are here. If you don't know, you might think I'm running a gun shop on the side."

Old Wei said, looking at Carl: "I've seen all the prosthetics you sent over. They're all new, as brand new as if they were just taken off the production line. Did you go to Arasaka Tower to buy more?"

"Why did you say I was buying more, Old Wei? I really went there to be a bodyguard."

Carl took the initiative to put the more than half remaining French fries bucket on the table next to Old Wei: "Come on, Old Wei, you've worked hard, eat some French fries."

"I'm old, it's not good to eat this kind of thing all the time . "

Having said that, Old Wei's hand was still honest enough to pick up the French fry bucket, and he started to play the boxing match that he never seemed to get tired of, and turned around: "I have made a list of the prostheses you brought and put them next to it. You can take a look at them yourself. When you want to install them, just come and install them directly. After all, they are your own things. I will only charge you for the surgery."

"Thanks, Old Wei."

Jack saw the tablet data screen that Old Wei had put next to him, picked it up, and asked Oliver to watch it together.

Carl, who was the one who selected them, knew very well what the prostheses were, but he and Oliver didn't know yet.

"Zoom in so I can see Jack... Edge Enhancement System, Intelligent Connection, Visual Cortex Support, Blood Pump, Full Range Resistance, Bioconductor... Carl, do you have so many prostheses you picked?!"

Oliver looked at Carl next to him: "So the Arasaka personnel we dealt with before all used these full sets of prostheses?"

"I said, they are for the elite level. You have seen ordinary security guards and agents in Arasaka before. Who would install so many prostheses? Not to mention the value issue, they can't afford it. You can choose them one by one. Don't install too many, otherwise you will become cyber-psychotic and I can't solve it."

"Choose some that suit you."

Jack said, noticing that these prostheses were not those that involved major modifications, such as gorilla arms, mantis knives, projectile launch systems, Krenzikov and other prostheses that completely transformed large parts of the human body. There was not a single one.

Carl was very careful in his selection.

In fact, their team has undergone quite frequent prosthetic transformations. In two months, they have done quite a lot of major transformation surgeries. In order to avoid possible cyberpsychosis, it is natural for Carl to choose this.

After all, not everyone is like Carl, who is born with the adaptability to prosthetics. Jack, who has installed the violent type, Krenzikov, and Oliver, who has installed the Sian Westin, need a certain amount of time to calm down before undergoing major prosthetic transformations.

When Jack and Oliver were thinking about which prosthetic they should choose as their next enhancement object, Carl mentioned something:

"Speaking of which, I saw Adam Heavy Hammer again in Arasaka Tower today, and I had a competition with him."

"Competed?!"

Hearing this, no matter who it was, they immediately raised their heads from the things at hand and looked at Carl. Oliver followed up and asked very quickly: "You didn't really fight with Adam Heavy Hammer, did you?"

Oliver stared at Carl's body up and down, and didn't see any missing arms or legs.

"We didn't fight, we just compared the cleaning efficiency."

After Carl explained it to them briefly, he said with emotion: "I didn't expect that I would lose so badly. Sure enough, the gap is still quite obvious."

"Anyway, he is also a tough guy. Only Morgan Blackhand can compare with him. Moreover, it is rumored that the degree of transformation of Adam's hammer is even greater than that of fifty years ago. Less than 5% of his body is flesh. Maybe he is even stronger than he was back then. There is nothing to be depressed about losing."

Oliver said: "He is older than us by who knows how many rounds. Give us some time.

It is still hard to say who is stronger."

"I like to hear that."

Jack grinned: "He is a legend, and we are also going for legends. Who is afraid of whom? I have long been tired of hearing nonsense like dying at the hands of Adam Heavy Hammer is qualified to be a legend. Why don't you say that Adam Heavy Hammer died at our hands, which is considered a legend."

Their mercenary team has only been formed for two months. After a while, it is hard to say who will be stronger.

"Listening to your bragging, I really have to say that my confidence has risen again."

Carl said with a smile:

"I also said harsh words at that time. I don't care about other things. Anyway, I can't lose in words. But I saw his eyes.

Maybe he didn't take my words seriously. If there is a chance in the future, sooner or later, I will say that arrogant words to his face. Relying on the fact that his mechanical body is a little taller than mine, he stood in the elevator and looked down at me. When I smash his body,

let him kneel down and see how he can still be arrogant."

As Carl said, several new messages came in the communication.

He took a quick look and found that it was a few familiar middlemen who happened to send a task.

Old Captain, Father, Wakako, Dakota, it's a coincidence that we're here today. '

Looking at the commissions sent by the middlemen, Carl guessed that they might have heard about his cleaning performance based on the inside information of some Arasaka personnel.

Knowing that I was free, they hurriedly sent the tasks. Let alone other things, these middlemen have a keener sense of smell.

Receiving messages one by one, Carl raised his head and said to his companions: "There is work, we have to get busy."

Aiming at Adam's Hammer, there is still some distance to the legendary...:.