Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 236 95. Weapon Selection

"Just ended the communication?"

Carl approached the desk under the gaze of Chiyoko, "The person you were communicating with looked familiar."

"It's my mother."

Haruko naturally explained for Karl: "We need to report the meeting to her."

report.

Would you use such words as those used between superiors and subordinates in a company to address your own mother?

Karl was keen enough to notice Haruko's choice of words, but he didn't say much, just asked: "How did the meeting go?"

"It was interrupted by the investigation of traitors. It will be postponed, but..."

Haruko smiled at Carl and said, "There is nothing to worry about."

In other words, Carl will not be needed at the next meeting.

Come to think of it, this job is quite easy.

Carl recalled the work he did in Arasaka Tower. It was not as dangerous as his friends worried, like walking into a devil's cave. In fact, he just played a role of taking action at the critical moment, and also participated in the cleanup that Adam's Hammer could solve alone. Generally speaking, everything was under Haruko's control?

"Is this the end?"

"Indeed."

Haruko nodded slightly: "Mr. Kenichi Shiro is already waiting for you on the 44th floor downstairs. He has prepared what you want for you, Carl."

"Forty-fourth floor, so I have to take the elevator down again?"

Karl looked back at the elevator: "Up and down, it's really a hassle."

In response to Carl's complaint, Haruko raised her hand slightly.

"This is my apology for making you take the trouble to come and report to me."

As Haruko said this, she threw something over, and Carl quickly caught it in his hands.

The thing he picked up was not something special. Carl could see clearly in mid-air that it was a silver knife without a guard. The knife was about ten centimeters long and three centimeters wide. It looked a bit thin and felt quite light in his hand. Judging from the reflected light on the blade, it was very sharp.

A knife that seems like a nice touch?

Rather than caring about the knife itself, Carl is more concerned about the way Haruko threw it just now.

The technique was quite skillful, even natural.

Carl's eyes swept over Haruko's fingers that were not retracted, and he didn't see any calluses on the fingertips and joints, which was a bit puzzling.

The proficiency of that technique is definitely not something that can be achieved without practice, but the lack of calluses is because girls love beauty, so do you pay attention to any special conditioning?

Putting aside his thoughts about the cocoon and not asking Haruko about her skills, Carl held the handle of the knife and hid it upside down under his palm: "It's a knife made of unknown material, not bad, I'll take it."

"It's more than that."

Haruko saw that Carl thought it was just a sharp knife, so she explained:
"There is a small recessed groove on the handle of this knife. Carl, if you encounter a mechanical problem that is difficult to solve, you can half-hold the knife and touch the groove with your little finger. I have added access rights for you. As long as you touch it with your little finger, you can activate it." "Activate it, what is this?"

"It contains a miniature electromagnetic pulse device, a new product we at Arasaka developed when dealing with a little trick from the ESA."

Haruko naturally said something incredible: "The activation time is two seconds. Carl, you have two seconds to throw it at someone else. Its effective range has been tested and is four meters around."

There is a small EMP in the knife
this.
Carl instantly paid more attention to the knife in his hand. He had seen small EMPs. Even before coming to 2075, he learned about EMP grenades from a game with a fairy-tale-sounding name. He also bought EMP grenades in 2075. He was not unfamiliar with this concept.

For example, when Mann and his men captured Jimmy Kurosaki, Jimmy Kurosaki had a small EMP, but that kind of EMP was not small. The technological content of the one put into the knife cannot be summarized by just its reduced size.

To put it simply, an elephant lives on the grassland. You can stuff it into a big ship, but if you try to stuff it into a refrigerator, you have to use your brain.

Carl was sure that Arasaka would not produce too many of this knife, because compared to a knife which was delicate, small, and needed to be thrown by oneself, the EMP grenade was obviously more in line with Arasaka's sales interests.

"It seems that you are satisfied. See you next time, Carl."

Noticing Carl's careful action, Haruko nodded with satisfaction. There was nothing she needed to say to Carl in person. She just picked up her phone and shook it gently at Carl under Chiyome's gaze, then buried her head in her work as the CEO of Night City.

Her mother is away, so she has to take over some of the affairs of Night City.

"See you next time Haruko."

Having said that, Carl, knowing that his phone would soon receive a message, put away the knife, stepped into the elevator, nodded and said goodbye to Chiyome, then took the elevator to start the descent.

44th floor.

Kenichi Shiro has his weapons ready.

"Everything that should be there and shouldn't be there is here."

Kenichi Shiro looked at Carl as he approached, and displayed the weapons he had placed next to him in this floor-level weapons warehouse and shooting range inside the Arasaka Tower: "From the Masamune produced by our Arasaka to the Ashura of the tsunami, I have used the inventory according to my specifications, and you can take your pick."

Kenichi Shiro said, but still gave an unusual reminder: "Remember the combat direction you need to master, and make reasonable judgments."

"Can I take it all?"

Carl listened and looked at the weapons displayed full of weapons. The first thought that came to his mind was that perhaps he could provide support to Mr. Johnson and his men while arming the team.

"I know what you're thinking, but do you think other companies would agree if weapons from Arasaka were circulating in the hands of the NCPD on the streets?"

Kenichi Shiro saw what Carl was thinking and reminded him, "If you don't want to kill your friend, you'd better consider that there are not many things in this city that can be hidden from others."

He was also there during the original investigation mission with Johnson, so he was naturally aware of the relationship between Carl and the NCPD officers.

"Is this so"

Putting aside his unnecessary thoughts, Carl realized that the only weapons he could choose were those of his own team, because on the surface, they were rewards.

So, weapons.
After Carl glanced at the weapons, he had made his decision.

"Can I test-fire them all?"

"This is the shooting range."

(End of this chapter)