Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 250 12. Combat Uniform

"KK."

Meredith Stout called out Carl's mercenary nickname and looked at him, controlling her expression to show a calmness: "You are late."

"I'm one minute and twenty-two seconds late. Sorry, something happened to the taxi I took on the way here, so it took me some time to get another taxi."

Standing in the wilderness of the Badlands, Carl looked at Meredith and the dozen or so Militech agents around her and apologized sincerely.

As a mercenary on a mission, being late for a mission is a huge mistake, so naturally an apology should be made.

"Something happened on the way."

Meredith looked at Carl, who actually apologized to them and seemed quite easy to talk to, not at all like a famous mercenary. She just received the latest intelligence from inside the military technology.

'A gang fight broke out in the city center, involving 14 members of the Whirlpool and Tiger Claw gangs, affecting more than 30 civilians and four vehicles. During the retreat, they attacked the mercenary KK who was passing by in an armed taxi, killing all of them. No one survived.'

When Meredith received this message, the other military technology agents following her also received the latest intelligence.

They looked at the information, then looked at Carl, who was smiling in front of them with an embarrassed look on his face, and silently suppressed the somewhat relaxed mood. Incidentally, they regained the fear that had arisen because of the name of KK.

The expression on her face almost changed because of the message she received, but in the end, considering her identity, she tried her best to control her expression and nodded slightly, as if she understood Karl’s apology:
"If it was an accident, then forget it."

Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned around and gestured to Karl at the vehicle behind them: "Have you seen this kind of car?"

Carl followed Meredith's gesture and looked behind them. There were four parked freight trucks. After a quick look, he roughly recognized the model.

He wasn't as proficient in vehicles as Jack and the others, but he was more or less influenced by them. As long as it wasn't a modified car, it wasn't difficult for him to recognize it.

"Is it the latest model of freight truck produced by Villefort? I remember the name is 'Columbus V340-F Freight'?"

"Yes, the most economical and popular model of the Villefort Company."

Meredith said, "This is the car we're going to take next."

"Using this truck to intercept goods in the wilderness?"

Carl was a little confused. There would be no problem for a transport vehicle like this to travel in the Badlands, but wouldn't it be a bit unsuitable for intercepting goods?

“This car is for approach.”

Meredith explained: "The real responsible party is the Rangers. We are only used to get close to the transport team and set up communication jammers."

Carl understood.

"In other words, we need to disguise ourselves as another truck carrying goods in the Badlands, and when we get close enough, activate the device to disrupt the Arasaka transport team's communication and help requests, and then have the Rangers drive other trucks over to take action?"

“And make amends when something unexpected happens.”

As Meredith spoke, her men had already opened the cargo trunks of four vehicles and a group of people got in.

"Do you want to sit in the driver's seat with me, or in the trunk?"

The trunk of this freight truck is quite spacious. It was originally a place to store large amounts of cargo. After a little modification by Meredith and her subordinates, it has been transformed into a small troop carrier. It is naturally easy to accommodate Carl. However, Carl looked at the standard two-seater car and did not intend to squeeze into the trunk after all.

"I'll just sit in the passenger seat."

"Then you and I ride in the same car." Meredith originally planned to sit in the passenger seat and let her subordinates drive the car, but since Carl planned to sit in the front, then the person responsible for driving the car would naturally be her. The others looked at their fearful expressions, and they might overturn the car if Carl coughed.

"Bring that thing over here."

At Meredith's signal, the Militech agents moved two large boxes from the front Columbus and placed them next to Carl and Meredith.

"Let's put on a disguise. We're still too obvious."

"Is this a combat uniform?"

Carl looked at the things revealed in the opened box and saw something from the heavy protection and markings: "Why are they Arasaka's clothes? Judging from the style, they are used by elite soldiers in Night City. How could you get such clothes?"

"This style of clothing was drawn by a designer in Night City Arasaka and submitted to the company. When it was still waiting for review by the superiors, the entire design was already on the table of our company's special operations department."

"The spies from both your families are really amazing."

Carl had to admire the ability of the ever-confronting Arasaka and military technology to trip up each other.

It is true that the person who knows you best is your enemy.

He thought of a joke.

How do you resist Arasaka's corporate domination?
Looking for military technology.

What about resisting military technology?
Find Arasaka.

Without saying a word, Carl checked his clothes, made sure there were no grenades or traps hidden inside, and then put on the full set of clothes with a helmet.

The clothes of Arasaka's elite soldiers are interlayered with bulletproof plates, and the fabric is also made of special protective fibers. Combined with the bulletproof vest that Carl is already wearing, the multiple layers of protection give Carl a very solid sense of security.

Although Carl knew that this kind of protection could only protect against ordinary kinetic pistols at best and could not stop the bullets from the Nekomata sniper rifle, even if they were not charged, but the concept that heavy armor equals high protection still made Carl inexplicably feel that he was invulnerable to swords and guns.

But this feeling of invulnerability did not last long.

Because soon Carl felt a sense of restraint and sluggishness due to the weight of the clothes.

The feeling is not very strong. For ordinary people, it is probably the feeling of wearing a diving suit. This is an incredibly lightweight design for a combat suit. However, for Carl, this slight sense of lag is enough to determine whether he can quickly eliminate the enemy.

Carl soon understood the reason for this sense of sluggishness.

The flesh is not enough, my speed is slowed down by my body.

Carl, who had dressed and sat in the passenger seat, had already thought about his next prosthetic body.

I have to think about leg prostheses.

Maybe the bones and joints of the legs can be replaced like the arms.
　ps. Speaking of protection, I think of the information I collected.

　　According to the armor value set in 2023, it seems that no individual weapon can penetrate the armor of the heavy hammer, and that is the data for the big ghost armor.

　　In today's era, the dragon cavalry modification is probably even more exaggerated (no wonder Rebecca's shotgun can't penetrate the armor)

　　However, considering the massive data collapse and the fact that technology relies on archaeological research on the old Internet, it is estimated that the heavy hammer armor will not make much progress?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)