Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 240 2. Apogee

"Are you free recently?"

On the night when he decided to rest, Carl returned to his room and was about to lie down when he received a message from Blanca.

"Is there any work?"

Karl replied: "I just finished the work at hand and plan to take a few days off. If it's an unimportant job, you should find someone else."

"Don't worry, I'm not looking for you to work. I know you need to rest. Have you forgotten the mission reward? After you deal with that group of people, you can ask me for two things. I just dealt with internal affairs recently, and I think it's more stable. Now I want to ask you what you want?"

Two things
Oh, it’s been a month and I almost forgot about it because I didn’t think about it.

It was agreed at the time that after dealing with that group of people, Blanka would use her authority to get them two military-tech prostheses. During this period of time, he had been carrying the prostheses packed from Arasaka and had not thought about this matter at all.

"I'm not particularly anxious about what level of stuff you can get with your authority. The people in the team need some time to adapt."

“What level can I get?”

For some reason, Blanka's words sounded a bit proud and arrogant when she said this: "Anyway, it is definitely much more advanced than the prosthetics you got as reward from Arasaka. In terms of prosthetics, as long as our military technology focuses on research and development, they are the best on the market."

Carl completed the Arasaka mission and received a prosthetic body from Arasaka. This was the stated purpose of the commission and it was no secret in Night City. Only a few people knew the deeper details. The information Blanka obtained was only the mission reward. Compared to the prosthetic body used by Arasaka elites, Blanka was still very confident that the prosthetic body she could give Carl was more advanced.

"High-end military technology?"

"Hmm, otherwise, this is much better than Arasaka's prosthetic body."

Hearing Blanca's naturally proud tone, Carl's mouth twitched.

What kind of company pride is this? It gives me the feeling that the other party gave me 600,000 yuan, and I have to spend 1 million yuan to prove that I am better than them.

It was obvious that he wanted to use the company's authority to create two high-end prosthetic bodies for people outside the company, using public power for personal gain, but there was a sense of arrogance. Carl could only say that he didn't quite understand the thoughts of people in the company.

Carl originally thought that the compensation he would get from Blanca would be two prosthetic bodies worth about 100,000 euros, which would be a commission of 200,000 euros. But now, hearing Blanca's tone, she wouldn't want to get the latest and most high-end product for him.

"What level of prosthetic is this, Peregrine Falcon Sian Westin?"

In order to confirm his guess, Carl asked, and then received a disdainful reply from Blanca: "Prosthetics like the Peregrine Falcon are now sold on the market by the company. This kind of thing is not difficult to make, so it is not considered a high-end product."

No, the current market price of a Peregrine Falcon Sian Westin is around 400,000 Euros, which is enough to buy two exoskeletons.

Carl looked at his own savings of nearly 2 million euros, as the weapons and prosthetics had recently been contracted for the Arasaka mission. He felt that compared to the real company executives, this little money was really nothing.

If you think about it carefully, the weapons and prosthetics that I brought with me during the Arasaka cleanup mission, if you add them up bit by bit, they would probably be worth a million euros.

It turns out that compared to paying money, this kind of commission that comes with something is more valuable.

Carl hesitated for a moment, feeling that he still had to refute Blanca on behalf of Peregrine Sian Westin.

"Even if peregrine falcons are sold in the market, it's still very difficult to buy them. How come they are not considered high-end?"

"Among the team members who are under my command, there are at least three people who are equipped with this thing."

There was silence for a while.

Carl: How come you have developed so quickly in this month?

Blanca: Military Technology is not Arasaka. There is no point in talking about qualifications. If you want to get to the top, you have to slowly rise up from below. In our military technology, if you have the ability and status, people will come to join us. How much do you think I can do with that kind of open assassination, and how many people do you think I can eliminate?

Carl: I don’t quite understand your company dog.

Blanca: If you're going to do it, do it thoroughly. Don't leave any tricks. If you leave any tricks, don't blame others for taking the opportunity to take revenge. This is what we do in Military Technology. Before Rosalind Miles became the CEO and president of Military Technology, she was assassinated by her competitors and was almost killed. Guess how many people she killed after she came to power.

Carl had heard of Rosalind Myers, the new President of the United States and former CEO of Military Technology. However, this was the first time Carl heard about her assassination and how she was dealt with after taking office, because this was an internal matter of the new United States and Military Technology.

Carl: You guys are really particular about it, you were assassinated by your rivals twice after you took the top spot.

Blanca: That’s right. Once I was shot twice in the back by someone with a homemade gun, but I survived the rescue. Another time I was almost shot in the head by a sniper. I barely survived both times. How could I not take revenge?

So it's still traditional.

Carl thought about how Blanca was almost killed by his subordinates before he came to power, and how he was assassinated after he came to power, and he shook his head. He could only say that Military Technology and Arasaka are like the pot calling the kettle black. There was no difference between the two companies, except that one was assassinating openly while the other was secretly targeting the people above. An open assassination was no more noble than one that was done secretly.

Carl: Let’s not go off topic. Please tell me what level of prosthetics you can get now. I’m not a spy. I don’t know the internal products of your military technology. Do you have any internal nicknames for them?

Blanca: Remember that James Norris that you guys dealt with?

CJ: The retired lieutenant?
Blanca: He was carrying a Sianwestin experimental machine at the time. Although I don’t know whether the machine was broken by you or taken away secretly by someone else, do you still remember the operating capabilities it demonstrated?

Carl recalled the scene when the lieutenant was dodging the NCPD's firepower alone while facing himself, Jack and Oliver.

Carl: Very impressive.

Blanca: The experimental department is now managed by my people. Based on that battle, as well as the combat data of that group of former trainers and you, we have extracted and improved the experimental model and developed a new internal model of Sian Westin.

Carl: Oh, no wonder you are so confident in getting high-end products. It turns out that your people developed them. So, do you want me to collect more data?
Blanca: If you don't like it, I can remove the data collection part, but if you are willing to install it or your teammates are willing to install it, I will give you extra testing rewards. Anyway, we used to let mercenaries provide this kind of data, especially the part about street combat.

Mercenaries come to gain powerful strength, and few mercenaries will refuse, and there are also extra rewards.
Carl: I'll think about it, but what do you call the prosthesis?

Blanca: As for our internal number, we haven’t chosen one yet, but I have already thought of a name.

When hearing Blanca say this, Carl inexplicably thought of the fight between T-BUG, Jack, and Oliver over the naming rights of the ball.

When it comes to naming, everyone is better than me, right?

Carl: What's that called?
Blanca: I like to call it, 'apogee'.

'Apogee' Sian Westin.

(End of this chapter)