Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 144 3. It’s time to go back to the next life

"I'm out of money again."

These were the first words Oliver uttered after he came down from the operating table after the payment was made and the prosthesis was delivered by drone and installed.

“I’m really out of money.”

Jack, who had installed the prosthesis earlier than him, nodded and agreed with Oliver's words.

This time, upgrading the prosthetic body almost emptied all their savings, and they are completely out of money.

"It's like spending money like water."

Carl said this while looking at the one million Euros in his account. His original account balance had grown to a respectable 1.09 million Euros. This time he upgraded the access warehouse and spent the money back.

Carl still has money, but the team has no money.

"Who told us to spend money so quickly?"

Oliver inhaled the inhibitor handed to him by Lao Wei and said, "I bought a top-level gun like the Nekomata, Jack bought a motorcycle, and Carl, you not only upgraded the access warehouse, but also purchased high-end single-molecule wires. This money is not enough to spend."

"Now I understand why mercenaries who have been on the streets for so long can only get ordinary prosthetics. It turns out that the money is spent so quickly."

Carl recalled the Mann team and the Brown team he met during the escort mission. They had been forming teams on the streets for much longer than his own team, but the weapons and prosthetics they could use at this stage were similar to those of them when they debuted not long ago.

Even Mann only saved up enough money to upgrade his projectile launch system after that mission. If you don't spend money on prostheses, you won't know what it is until you start spending money, you'll find that it's a bottomless pit.

"Now I understand why so many mercenaries would use second-hand prostheses even though they know they are harmful. The price is really not something that ordinary teams can afford."

Hearing what Oliver said, Jack beside him smiled and said, "Oliver, are you saying that our team is already unusual?"

“We must be awesome.”

After Oliver finished inhaling the inhibitor and stretched his body, he said, "I feel very strong now."

"Swelled?"

Karl looked at Oliver and asked curiously, "How does it feel? Can you handle it?"

"I haven't tried it yet, so I don't know. Let's try it first."

Oliver looked at Jack, "Jack, I'm going to be behind you."

After saying this, Oliver activated Sianwestin.

Time seemed to slow down.

Oliver carefully savored this special feeling he had never experienced before, and then took a step forward.

His actions left a trail of afterimages along the path he walked, which slowly moved forward and finally gathered behind Jack.

But Jack had turned away.

With the Berserk-type prosthesis with a stronger hormone-regulating function, Jack's own synaptic accelerator has been further enhanced, and the regulation of hormones has been upgraded, allowing Jack to start "time slowing" at any time to a certain extent.

At this time, Carl also came over and stretched out his hand together with Oliver who came behind Jack.

Time passed normally in the senses, and from the perspective of Old Wei, Carl and Oliver suddenly disappeared from the spot, and Jack turned around, and the three of them put their hands together.

"Woohoo, success."

Oliver cheered, then looked at Carl in surprise, "Carl, how come your body can keep up with us now?"

"Well, how should I explain it? You can think of me now as someone who can regulate my hormones, nerve impulses, synaptic firing, and other things myself. It feels pretty magical, like my body has become a prosthetic that I can control and use. Do you understand?"

"I understand the terms you mentioned. I know medical skills after all, but I don't quite understand the situation. However, to put it simply, not only can you keep up with your reactions, but you can also keep up with your actions?" "It requires computing power to operate, so it's not that easy to keep up. It can be considered a limitation. Generally speaking, if you want to use this part of computing power to invade people, you can't speed up the reflex nerves for too long, and vice versa."

Hearing Carl say this, Jack next to him understood something.

That is, for Carl, the computing power of the current Arasaka Type 4 seems to be insufficient.

"Your body is really special."

Jack didn't quite understand the specific situation, so he looked at Lao Wei: "Lao Wei, what do you think about Carl's situation?"

"I've been practicing medicine for so many years, and this is the first time I've encountered this. Don't even think about explaining it to me if you insist on finding excuses."

Lao Wei thought for a while and said, "As the saying goes, there is nothing strange in the world. Maybe this is Carl's own talent."

"That's great. This way everyone can act quickly."

Oliver smiled and said, "I was worried that we were the fastest and you, Carl, wouldn't be able to keep up."

"It's better for men not to go too fast."

Karl waved his hand. He stared at Oliver and was more concerned about: "How does Sian Westin feel? Can he bear it?"

"For now, it seems to be OK if it's just once, but I don't know what the ultimate upper limit is."

"Let's check it again."

At Lao Wei's signal, Oliver lay back on the operating table.

"Well, there is no synaptic rupture reaction, structural collapse or partial melting. It may be that Zeta Technology's Sian Westin is a good product and gives people less pressure. It may also be because you, Oliver, have a good talent in this area. This Sian Westin is not a big burden for you."

Listening to what Lao Wei said after the inspection, Oliver was delighted: "Then I am really awesome, right?"

"Don't be complacent, kid. Although you are in good condition, a prosthesis like Sian Westin is a burden on the human body. If possible, you'd better not use it more than four times a day. If you exceed that, there may be some risks. By the way, take a look at the dosage of your immunosuppressant."

After warning Oliver, Lao Wei handed him a list.

"And Jack's, you can take them all. Few people can avoid rejection reactions, but your reactions are relatively weak, so you should be able to get used to it for a while without immunosuppressants.

But during this period of time, you really can't install any more prostheses. If you try a new prosthesis before the adaptation period of the previous prosthesis's immunosuppressant has passed, you will die on the street sooner or later."

"I know, Lao Wei. This time we'll make a slight exception. With you here, we'll definitely follow the doctor's orders."

Oliver, who had no time and no money in a short period of time, but knew medical skills, so he listened obediently to Lao Wei's instructions and took the list.

What they took were the instructions for use. Lao Wei had already prepared the relevant immunosuppressants and placed them next to them, waiting for them to take away when they left.

"Then next, we have to find a way to take on the mission."

After making sure that Jack and Oliver were fine, Carl talked about the key matter.

"The only problem now is who should we find to take on the task."

Familiar middlemen will usually take the initiative to find mercenaries when there are missions, but if they don't call, it usually means that the middleman thinks that the mission is not suitable for this mercenary or is not high enough to hire this mercenary. But for Carl and his friends, they have no money and have to look for missions.

Fortunately, when the three of them were discussing whether they should go to the Wild Wolf Bar tomorrow as they did before and take some small jobs to make do, they remembered where the big names went.

A place where the rewards are guaranteed to be higher than the small tasks at the Wild Wolf Bar.

It's time to go to the next life.

(End of this chapter)