Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 238 97. There is still some distance

"Old Wei, here we come!"

"You are finally here."

Lao Wei turned his chair around and faced the people who came in from outside. "I was wondering when you would come over, but you arrived just as the rain stopped. You brought so many large and small bags of things to pile up in my small clinic. Aren't you afraid that someone will see and snatch them away?"

"How can this be called a small clinic, Lao Wei? The space in the back is so big, and we came here right away."

Oliver grinned, "Old Wei, there shouldn't be any positioning programs or anything like that left on the weapons."

"There are some that you can see haven't had time to clean up, so I dealt with them. You should let T-BUG or V deal with these things in the future. I'm not familiar with weapon structure and programming. 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."

"Yeah, I'll check it again."

This was the first time that T-BUG came to Lao Wei's clinic. She looked around curiously, and then she saw the pile of boxes in the corner under Lao Wei's finger and walked over.

"Are all the weapons here?"

"It's all here. If you don't know, you might think I run a gun shop on the side."

Lao Wei said, looking at Carl: "I have seen all the prosthetics you sent over. They are all new, as new as if they were just taken off the production line. Did you go to Arasaka Tower to purchase some new ones?"

"How come you said I was just buying goods, Lao 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 Lao Wei: "Come on, Lao Wei, you have worked hard, have some French fries."

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

Having said that, Lao Wei's hand was still honest enough to pick up the French fry bucket and start playing the boxing match that he never seemed to get tired of watching. He turned around and said, "I have made a list of the prostheses you brought and put them aside. You can take a look at them and come and install them when you want. After all, they are your own things. I will only charge you for the surgery."

"Thank you, Old Wei."

Jack saw the tablet data screen that Old Wei placed next to him, picked it up, and asked Oliver to look at it together. Carl, who was the one who chose, knew very well what the prosthetics 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 prosthetics you picked?!"

Oliver looked at Carl next to him and said, "So the Arasaka personnel we dealt with before all used these full sets of prosthetics?"

"I told you, these are for the elite. You've seen ordinary security guards and agents in Arasaka before. Who would install so many prosthetics? Not to mention the cost issue. They can't afford it. You can choose one by one. Don't install too many, otherwise you will become a cyber-psychopath and I won't be able to solve it."

"Choose something that suits you."

As Jack was speaking, he noticed that none of these prosthetics involved major modifications, such as the gorilla arm, mantis blade, projectile launch system, or Krenzikov, which completely transformed large parts of the human body. Not a single one was there.

Carl chose carefully.

In fact, their team has undergone quite frequent prosthetic transformations. In the past two months, they have done quite a lot of major transformations. 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 ability to adapt to prosthetics. Jack, who has installed the violent type, Krenzikov, and Oliver, who has installed the Swanwestan, need a certain amount of time to calm down before undergoing major prosthetic transformations.

When Jack and Oliver were thinking about which prosthesis they should choose as their next enhancement, Carl said something:

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

"A competition?!"

Hearing this, everyone immediately raised their heads from what they were doing and looked at Karl. Oliver followed up and asked very quickly, "You didn't really fight with Adam Heavy Hammer, did you?"

Oliver looked at Carl's body from top to bottom, but didn't see any missing limbs.

"There was no fight, just a competition of cleaning efficiency."

After Karl explained it to them briefly, he said with emotion: “In the end, I didn’t expect that I would lose so badly. Sure enough, the gap is still somewhat obvious.”

"No matter what, he is also a tough guy. Only Morgan Blackhand can be compared with him. Moreover, it is said that Adam's Hammer has been transformed to a greater extent than fifty years ago. Less than 5% of his body is flesh. He may be even stronger than he was back then. There is no need to be depressed if he loses."

Oliver said, "He is much older than us. Give us some time. We can never tell who is stronger."

"That's what I like to hear."

Jack grinned, "He is a legend, and we are going for legends too. Who is afraid of who? I am tired of hearing nonsense like dying at the hands of Adam Hammer qualifies him as a legend. Why don't you say that Adam Hammer is considered a legend only when he died at our hands?"

This mercenary team of theirs has only been formed for two months. After some time, it’s hard to say who will be stronger.

"Listening to you guys bragging, I have to say, my confidence has risen again."

Carl said with a smile:
"I also said something harsh at the time. I don't care about other things. Anyway, I can't lose verbally. But from the look in his eyes, he might not take my words seriously. Sooner or later, if there is a chance in the future, I will have to say those arrogant words to his face. He relies on his mechanical body to be taller than me and stands in the elevator to look down on me. Wait until I smash his body and make him kneel down. Let's see how he can still be arrogant."

As Karl was speaking, several new messages came in on the communication.

He took a quick look and found that it was actually a few familiar middlemen who had just sent him a task.

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

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

Knowing that I was free, they sent the task over in a hurry. These middlemen had keener sense of smell than each other, let alone other things.

Receiving messages one after another, Carl raised his head and said to his companions: "There is work to be done. We have to get busy."

With Adam's Hammer as the goal, there is still some distance to go before becoming a legend.

(End of this chapter)