Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 157 16. Training Chip
"Excellent action, swift speed, and without a doubt, a perfect result. The deal is done, Mr. Carl."

Listening to the voice of the blue-eyed middle-aged man on the line, Carl, sitting in the Wild Wolf Bar and eating French fries, responded calmly: "I thought you would take over the target yourself, but you ended up sending someone else to act as your proxy. It seems that this rescue target is not worth mentioning to you."

"You can't say that about Mr. Karl. He is naturally important, but there are some things that don't require him to appear in person."

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

"From what I heard, are you planning to send the file over now?"

"Physical rest is necessary, but I hope you can maintain a good mental state to carry out my mission."

"So you mean, let me take two days off to prepare?"

"As a mercenary, Mr. Carl, your efficiency and speed in carrying out missions are really reassuring, but I think your mental state also needs some care."

The middle-aged man with blue eyes spoke in a strange way, but his meaning was clear.

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

After being criticized so much by people who didn’t know him well, Carl was too lazy to correct himself on this point.

He was just being diligent in carrying out his duties, but people were worried about his mental state. How could he explain this?

If the mercenaries are all lazy, then you guys won't be able to find anyone to do the work.

"Well, I'll wait for your news. I hope the remuneration for your so-called big job will be commensurate."

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

To my apartment.
How do you guys know where I live?

Carl would not say such stupid things. In this day and age, what kind of privacy is there? It is not surprising at all that someone with intelligence knows where he lives.

Karl was about to ask what was sent when he suddenly found that the communication was disconnected.

strange.

This is all Carl could say about this somewhat mysterious client.

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

Out 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.

They soon reached the fourth floor of the super skyscraper. When he entered the room, Carl saw a package placed in the corner of the room.

Was it delivered by a delivery robot? There is really no privacy at all in this skyscraper. The goods are truly delivered to your door.

Carl was not in a hurry to open the package, although he shouldn't have to, but it was still necessary to be wary of the unfamiliar package. After using a single-molecule wire to tear open the package from the edge at a distance of several meters, Carl saw a transparent glass cabinet.

cabinet?

Looking inside this square glass cabinet with a diameter of about 60 centimeters, there is something in the glass cabinet, a chip.

Does a chip need to be transported in such a large cabinet?
Carl opened the cabinet, held his breath for a few seconds, and after making sure that there was no poison gas or other device in the cabinet that had been triggered, he took out the chip.

After plugging it into the room's computer and doing a basic check using his hacking knowledge, Carl discovered that it was actually a training chip.

Training chips are now used by the armies of many countries. Once the chip is plugged in, the user will enter a virtual environment where he can practice and improve his skills with the help of various terrains and enemies simulated by the chip. 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 capabilities were not as good as Carl's access bay, so after doing a basic check and roughly confirming that there were no viruses, Carl inserted the chip and checked it again.

It was a bit risky, but there was really nothing special in it. It seemed that the blue-eyed gentleman was sincere in his gift.

I just don't know how sincere this is.

Carl knew about the training chips provided by military technology to ordinary soldiers. The training effect that the chips could play was actually very general, because the manufacturing of chips required data input and good materials.

The training chips that can be provided to ordinary soldiers may make it seem like the opponents they face are as bad as low-level street thugs who can't even join gangs. In other words, even the most corrupt and incompetent NCPD police officers would rush forward and compete to make contributions when they see them.

The chip that can satisfy me must be at least as elite as the Six Street Gang.

After activating the chip, his consciousness entered the virtual space. Several debugging panels appeared in front of Carl, listing the exercises he could perform and the opponents he could face.

The training chip given by the blue-eyed middle-aged man contains the following personnel data:
Arasaka Special Operations Division Agent, Arasaka Ninja, Military Technology Operations Division Personnel, New American Sergeant, Kangtao Security Robot, Nether Dog Elite Member, Lazarus Official Mercenary.
After just a quick look, Carl saw some pretty good practice partners.

Each of these personnel can clear out a scavenger stronghold alone without taking a breath. The strongest one can easily take out a gang stronghold, and the weakest one can at least fight off three or four gang members.

Looking at the data records of these personnel (machines), their prosthetic bodies, equipment, and abilities, Carl had to admit that he was indeed very satisfied with this gift from the blue-eyed middle-aged man. Or rather, he was so satisfied that he couldn't be more satisfied.

If we use Carl's own standards to calculate.

Except for the robots, every person in this data is at least at the level of Mr. Johnson. Although it feels unfair to say this to Mr. Johnson, this is actually how it feels.

I don’t know how that middle-aged man with blue eyes got so much data. If I sell this training chip, it would be hard to get even 100,000 Euros, right?
Let’s try it first and experience the feeling of virtual space.

Carl thought about it and decided to test his level.

So, start setting up.

Location Selection:

The three-story villa and its surroundings occupy a total area of ​​7,200 square meters.

Personnel situation:

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

Equipment selection:

Lexington pistol, Copperhead assault rifle.

Training objectives:

Clean up everything.

Carl thought about it and checked another criterion.

[Only 40 rounds of ammunition are allowed, only headshot kills are allowed, only firearms are allowed]

Even the blue-eyed middle-aged man would not have thought that the training chip he gave as a gift was essentially intended to help Carl to improve his rudimentary skills during his two-day rest, but Carl used it to train himself intensively.

(End of this chapter)