Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 310 72. Staff in Suit
"It's such a mess downstairs."

Carl looked at the Arasaka executives in the banquet hall who seemed to be completely oblivious to what was happening downstairs and were still chatting there with hypocritical smiles on their faces. He stuffed the grapes he had just picked up from under his helmet into his mouth.

Carl chewed the thumb-sized purple grapes with the skin intact. The sweet and sour grape juice was swallowed along with the flesh while he chewed. After tasting the flavor, Carl felt a lot more energetic.

"Sour is still refreshing."

Carl kept an eye on Haruko and Maki standing next to him, and sent a message to V and the others through the comms.

Carl: Need help?

V: Very busy, but I can handle it!
V responded on the comms while swinging his thermal katana that glowed orange in the darkness, chopping off the head of the person wearing the captain badge in front of him.

Fortunately, the captain was only controlled by the infected invasion and there was no bomb in his body, so V didn't have to activate Swansea to speed up the evacuation.

After taking a breath, V sent another message to Carl.

V: How is the situation upstairs? Is it safe?
Carl: It's very stable, with peace and prosperity.

V: Ha, what does this word mean?
Carl: Singing and dancing to celebrate the peace is usually used to whitewash the peace.

While explaining to V the meaning of the idiom he said in the communication, Carl looked at the Arasaka executives and found that although many of them concealed their feelings very well, they inevitably showed slight tension and uneasiness when they heard the continuous explosions coming from downstairs.

The soundproofing of the banquet hall is quite good. I can only hear it clearly because I am connected to the team communication. How did these people feel it? Was it because their people were reporting, or was it because they could feel the vibration of the explosion to some extent?
According to the latter line of thought, the Arasaka employees who had experienced a nuclear bomb explosion more than 50 years ago are extremely sensitive to explosions and can detect any vibration. If you think about it carefully, it really is a bit of a joke.

Carl stuffed another green grape into his mouth.

Carl: What about Mr. Kenichi Shiro? Do you need any help?

Kenichishiro: Pay attention to your duties.

Go and go.

It seems that it is indeed stable, and the music and dancing upstairs can continue.

When Carl was thinking this, he found that a staff member in a suit approached him, or rather, approached the fruit table next to him, picked up a grape from the bunch of grapes that still had water droplets on it, and put it into his mouth.

While chewing, Carl seemed to see a hint of blue light flashing in his eyes, as if someone was transmitting data and communicating with the suit employee with artificial eyes.

Carl's gaze slightly withdrew from Haruko and paid attention to the clerk in a suit. As if noticing Carl's gaze, the clerk turned around and looked at Carl.

The face was quite unfamiliar, and Carl was sure that he had never seen this person before, but this person gave him a special sense of familiarity.

Carl has seen people like this before.

Carl has an employer who often gives his team strange tasks. He never reveals his real name, but Carl and Oliver always call him Mr. Blue Eyes. The strange suit-clad clerk in front of him gives Carl the feeling that he is very similar to Mr. Blue Eyes.

The similarities between the two are not only the eyes that glow blue as data continuously flows in, but also the indescribable sense of specialness.

If I had to use one word to describe that special feeling, it would be 'inhuman'.

An inexplicable feeling that doesn't seem like a human being.

Carl looked at the suit-clad clerk. The clerk appeared to be a male, probably in his forties or fifties, a middle-aged man with neatly groomed brown hair. Judging from his appearance alone, he completely fits the public's impression of a company's elite. However, the inhuman feeling that Carl saw just destroyed that sense of eliteness.

It looked like the appearance of a perfect corporate elite was just a layer of skin covering the real core. Carl opened his mouth slightly and was about to say something, but the suit clerk had already spoken in a fairly stable voice without much emotion: "Carl, you are special."

Carl was called out by his real name right away, but he didn't show any surprise. He just looked at the man calmly through his helmet and asked politely, "Why do you say that, sir?"

"You are so special, it's like all the burdens can be integrated into you and become one."

"Are you talking about the compatibility of my body and my prosthetics, sir?"

"It's not just a prosthetic."

The man in the suit moved closer to Carl, and his blue eyes seemed to be looking straight into his heart through the helmet and Carl's eyes.

“You can accommodate everything.”

"everything."

Karl smiled and said, "You are exaggerating, sir. At least I don't think I can swallow a whole watermelon in one bite."

"It's a strange language that I don't understand, but it's also a special kind of beauty."

The man in the suit looked at Karl and shook his head slightly: "You are not the same as me, but you are not just a flesh and blood body living in the world. You are unique."

"Really? You're unique. Sounds like I'm really amazing."

Karl chuckled, but pulled out a knife from his waist and pointed it at the man in the suit.

"Okay, I've talked to you for a while, so now it's my turn to speak. Sir, although I don't know your true identity, I suspect you are a suspect, and I happen to have the power to 'execute first and report later, with the imperial power'. Now, raise your hands, turn your back and face the wall."

Carl knew that these threatening words might not work on the man in the suit, but he did it anyway.

the reason is simple.

He didn't want to hear riddles anymore. Although he didn't know whether the man in the suit was controlled by AI or something else, he kept telling riddles one by one, as if he was Sherlock Holmes.

Listening to Karl’s words, the man in the suit glanced slightly at the knife in his hand.

"Neurotoxin knife. Very good manufacturing process. According to the database, this model of product can kill a person with just a slight scratch (20-30 seconds) after one blood circulation."

He praised, and then, under Carl's gaze, he raised his hands and faced the wall:

"I surrender. Please don't do anything to destroy this body."

Faced with the threat, the man in the suit chose to surrender cleanly.

Comparison of strength data is the first and simplest step in the calculation.

　It’s been a while since I recommended a book. I’m still recommending a book of the same type whose author is unknown to me (although the author of Dogville, who I didn’t know when I recommended it last time, is now very familiar to me ~ hehe). Here are the recommendations.

　　Golden Finger is a simulation, but it is not like other simulation books where a whole chapter is a simulation. Instead, it is very short and just the right length.

(End of this chapter)