Cyberpunk: 2075

"It's so chaotic downstairs."

Carl looked at the Arasaka executives in the banquet hall who seemed to be completely oblivious to what was happening downstairs and were still chatting there with a hypocritical smile on their faces, and stuffed the grapes he had just picked up from under his helmet into his mouth.

Carl chewed the thumb-sized purple grapes with the skin without any care, and swallowed the sweet and sour grape juice along with the flesh while chewing. After tasting this taste, Carl felt a lot more energetic.

It's still sour and refreshing. '

Carl's peripheral vision paid attention to Haruko and Maki next to him, and sent a message to V and the others in the communication.

Carl: Do you need help?

V: Very busy, but I can still hold on!

V responded in the communication while waving the thermal samurai sword that emitted orange-yellow light in the dark, and cut off the head of the person wearing the captain's badge in front of him.

Fortunately, this captain was only controlled by the infection invasion, and there was no bomb in his body, which saved V from turning on Sian Westin to accelerate the evacuation.

After taking a breath, V sent another communication to Carl.

V: How is the situation upstairs? Is it safe?

Carl: Very stable, with singing and dancing.

V: Ha, what does this word mean?

Carl: Singing and dancing to celebrate the peace is generally used to whitewash the peace.

While explaining the meaning of the idiom he said in the communication to V, Carl looked at the Arasaka executives and found that although many people concealed it well, they still inevitably showed slight tension and uneasiness when they heard the explosions coming from downstairs.

The sound insulation effect of the banquet hall is not bad. I can only hear it clearly because I am connected to the team communication. How did these people feel it? Is it because their personnel are reporting, or is it because they can feel the vibration of the explosion more or less?

According to the latter idea, the Arasaka employees who had experienced a nuclear bomb explosion more than 50 years ago are particularly sensitive to the explosion and can detect any vibration. If you think about it carefully, it is really a joke.

Carl stuffed another green grape into his mouth.

Carl: What about Mr. Kenichi Shiro? Do you need help?

Kenichi Shiro: Pay attention to your duties.

Okay, okay.

It seems that it is indeed stable. The music and dancing can continue upstairs.

When Carl thought so, he found that a staff member in a suit approached him, or rather, approached the fruit table next to him, and pinched a grape from the grape bunch with water droplets on it and put it into his mouth.

While chewing, Carl seemed to see a trace of blue light flashing in his eyes, as if someone was transmitting data and communicating with this suit staff member with artificial eyes.

Carl's eyes slightly retracted from Haruko and paid attention to the suit staff member, and as if noticing Carl's gaze, the staff member looked back at Carl.

The face was quite unfamiliar. Carl was sure that he had never seen this person before, but this person gave him a special sense of familiarity.

Carl had seen people like this before.

Carl has an employer who often gives his team strange tasks. He never reveals his real name, but Carl and Oliver always call him Mr. Blue Eyes. The strange suit clerk in front of Carl feels very similar to Mr. Blue Eyes.

The similarity between the two is not only the pair of eyes that are constantly flowing with data and glowing blue, but also the indescribable sense of specialness.

If you want to use a word to describe that sense of specialness, it is "inhuman".

An inexplicable feeling that does not seem to be human.

Carl and the suit clerk looked at each other. From the appearance, the clerk was a male, about 40 or 50 years old, a middle-aged man with neatly groomed brown hair. From the appearance alone, he completely conforms to the public's impression of the company elite, but the inhuman feeling in Carl's eyes just destroyed that sense of elite.

It looks like the appearance of the perfect company elite is just a layer of skin covering the real core.

Carl opened his mouth slightly, and was about to say something, when the suit clerk spoke in a fairly calm voice without much emotion: "Carl, you are very special."

His real name was exposed right at the beginning, but Carl did not show any surprise. He just calmly looked at the man through the helmet and asked politely: "Why do you say that, sir?"

"You are so special, as if all the loads can be integrated into it and become one."

"Are you talking about the compatibility between my body and the prosthesis, sir?"

"Not just the prosthesis."

The man in the suit moved closer to Carl, and his blue eyes seemed to be looking straight into his heart through the helmet and Carl's eyes.

"You can accommodate everything."

"Everything..."

Carl smiled: "You are exaggerating, sir. At least I don't think I can swallow a whole watermelon in one bite."

"A strange language that I don't understand, but it is a special kind of beauty."

The man in the suit looked at Carl and shook his head slightly: "You are not my kind, but you are not just a flesh and blood body living in the world. You are unique."

"Really? Unique, it sounds amazing to me.

Carl chuckled, but he pulled out a knife from his waist and pointed it at the man in the suit.

"Okay, I have talked to you for a while, so now it's my turn to speak properly. Sir, although I don't know your true identity, I suspect you are a suspect, and I happen to have the right to "kill first and report later, with the imperial power's special permission" today. Now, raise your hands, turn your back and face the wall. "

Carl knew that this threatening words might not work on the man in the suit, but he still did it.

The reason is very simple.

He didn't want to listen to riddles. Although he didn't know whether the man in the suit was controlled by AI or something, he kept telling riddles as if he was Sherlock Holmes.

Listening to Carl's words, the man in the suit glanced at the knife in his hand.

"Neurotoxin knife, very good manufacturing process, according to the database data, this type of product, even if it is just a slight scratch, a blood circulation is enough to kill a person (20-30 seconds). "

He praised, and then, under Carl's gaze, he raised his hands and faced the wall:

"I surrender, please don't do anything to destroy this body."

Faced with the threat, the man in the suit chose to surrender cleanly.

The comparison of strength data is the most priority and simplest step in the calculation.