Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 380 142. Dusk Mantis Blade
"You did a good job in Dogtown."

"Ok?"

Carl, who had just woken up, was stunned for a moment by the voice coming from the other end of the phone, and then his quickly awakened brain helped him figure out who the owner of the voice was on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Kenichi Shiro"

It felt weird to hear him calling me early in the morning and praising me for the good work I was doing in Dog Town.

"Are you very free?"

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Carl's words made Kenichi Shiro's breathing stagnate. Kenichi Shiro originally wanted to say something encouraging like a boss praising his subordinates, but because of Carl's unconventional words, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Kenichi Shiro called during the brief gap between when he had finished processing one batch of documents and the next batch had not yet arrived. This should have been his rare rest time, but because Carl had done a really great job this time, Kenichi Shiro sacrificed his rest time and chose to call during this gap to praise Carl.

According to Kenichi Shiro's past experience, if other people heard his praise, even if they were not overwhelmed, they would at least show basic humility and politeness. However, when facing Carl, Kenichi Shiro wanted to praise him sincerely. Unexpectedly, as soon as the phone was connected, he was greeted with such words.

Are you free?

He had just finished processing a batch of documents all night, and the next batch of documents would be delivered soon using paper form, which was more confidential. How could he have so much free time?
Kenichi Shiro felt that for a moment, his head was a little dizzy with anger.

Taking a deep breath, Kenichi Shiro said nothing and just hung up the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Kenichi Shiro?"

Karl, who was about to say something, felt a little puzzled when he heard the busy tone of the phone being hung up.

What to do.

I received a call early in the morning and kindly asked him if he was not working overtime and if he was free, but he hung up the phone. What does that mean?
Are you just here to brag about completing the last task of the day and then rush to bed?

He can't have been working overtime and hasn't slept all night, so why is he in such a hurry to go to bed?
strange.

Yawning, Carl looked at the time. It was eight fifty in the morning.

I got up a little late today. It was almost dawn when I got back from Dog Town yesterday. Then, because of the armored vehicle Jack bought, I went to the Badlands to find Dakota Smith there and temporarily stored the vehicle with her people. It was almost four o'clock when I got back from the Badlands. Even if we count it as four o'clock, I have only slept for more than four hours and fifty minutes.

Do you want to continue sleeping?
This thought went around in Carl's mind and then disappeared.

When you wake up, get up.

I got up and checked the messages. Oliver, Jack and V had all gone to the Badlands. It seemed that the three of them had not slept at all. They went back to the city to buy some parts and went back to the Badlands. The message they left was that they were planning to modify the car so that it could be used for the task of transporting goods.

Carl heard V mention this before he went to bed yesterday, but he didn't expect that the three of them would actually stay up all night.

Three car enthusiasts.

Carl: Can you make changes? Otherwise it will explode while you are making changes.

V: It's okay. At worst, I can just drive the Swanwestin. I've had some contact with similar stuff in the tribe. The Russians also left some manuals yesterday. I can understand them all. I just need to make some minor adjustments.

Carl: I don't know anything about cars, you guys can do whatever you want, just don't let the car explode and leave us stranded in the bad land, we'll have to carry the goods on foot. Jack: Don't worry, it's very stable, I've seen it, not only V can understand it, even I can understand it, Russian stuff is simple, rough and real.

is it?

I hope it doesn't explode by then.

After getting up, Carl spent twenty minutes making two breakfasts. He put one in the thermal insulation device and left a message to T-BUG to wake up and eat. Then, Carl sat at the dining table and ate his breakfast while reading the messages.

A bacon and egg sandwich made with sliced ​​bread and a glass of orange juice, all genuine goods bought from Dog Town, really tasted good and was much better than the usual breakfast.

Carl's phone receives a lot of messages every day. In addition to greetings between friends, most of them are inquiries from middlemen. As long as the middlemen know that Carl and his friends are free, they basically ask once in the morning and once in the evening, treating them like slaves. Sometimes, they ask too many questions and Carl finds it difficult to refuse some small jobs.

I don’t know if those shrewd middlemen know that Team Carl is susceptible to this kind of persuasion.

However, he had just finished a job yesterday, and when his colleagues were busy modifying cars, Carl really didn't want to take the job alone, so he chose to refuse one by one.

"It's just as I thought. Now that I'm famous, I can get more work. But I'm asked all the time if I want to take on more work. It doesn't seem to be any easier."

I have some free time today, what should I do?

Should I go to Lao Wei to maintain my prosthetic body, or go buy some Mewtwo?

Carl stepped into the elevator and inserted the facial disguise chip at the same time.

This chip was obtained from Kenichi and Kazuya. It was originally intended to prevent Carl and his friends from causing a disturbance due to their appearance when they were wandering in Dog Town. After the mission was completed, Kenichi and Kazuya gave it to Carl and his friends as part of the mission reward. This thing essentially uses facial projection to change one's appearance, and it is quite useful for daily use. Although it cannot be concealed from those who have special scanning prosthetic eyes or those who can touch it directly with their hands, Carl had never intended to use this prosthesis to deceive those people.

The chip was only used to avoid some people running away in fear when they saw his face when walking on the street. Those people who were afraid and ran away when they saw him were basically either gang members or some kind of black super dream producer. Occasionally there would be a few scavengers who came from other blocks. It was very troublesome for Carl to scan and identify them one by one, just like cockroaches. If he didn't hit them, they would look disgusting, and if he hit them, he would feel uncomfortable for the whole day.

Carl, who had changed his appearance, did not choose any strange looks, but still chose the look he had in college. As he was walking on the street and thinking about what he should do today, he noticed a woman passing by him out of the corner of his eye.

The woman had long chestnut hair that fell softly on her shoulders. Her eyes were big and bright, revealing a hint of gentleness and tranquility. Her cheeks had a faint blush and her skin was fair.

There is no doubt that this is a beautiful woman, but what caught Carl's attention was not her face, but her hands.

Carl casually glanced at the hand of the woman in a dress who was passing by him and saw signs of modification.

That mark is the mantis knife.

He paused slightly and took another look.

Carl recognized the type of mantis knife.

Dusk Mantis Blade.

To be precise, it is the Higurashi 20-13 Mantis Blade.

This mantis knife is a relatively old model, but the quality is quite high. It is not much inferior to the best mantis knife on the market now. However, in Carl's memory, this mantis knife has a fatal flaw.

There is a difference in the interface between its neural processor and the prefrontal cortex, and this difference causes almost all of its users to become .
Cyberpsychosis.

(End of this chapter)