Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 69 47. Serious Mission
"Cyborg, what is that?"

At 8:10 in the evening, Jack, who was sitting in Oliver's apartment, showed a puzzled expression after listening to Carl's description of the mission. Then, he turned to look at Victor who was at the party today.

"Old Wei, as a prosthetics doctor, have you ever heard of this thing?"

"I'm familiar with most of the prosthetics on the market, but I've never heard of anything with this name. Is this some kind of code name?"

Victor was drinking whiskey. This was the first time he had heard of the cyborg that was involved in the mission that Carl and the others were discussing.

"The mission says that we are to obtain information about Cybertron from a company dog ​​named Tanaka. Tanaka is from Arasaka Corporation. In other words, this mission is to use military technology to investigate a secret research of Arasaka?"

Oliver did figure out something from the mission. Blanca's commission was not from her personally, but was a commission issued on behalf of Military Technology. Considering the situation of the company behind Blanca and Tanaka, although it is still unclear what the Cyborg is, he can still infer the general situation.

"It's another battle between Militech and Arasaka. We've only been involved in this kind of mission for a short time."

What Jack was talking about was, of course, the previous escort mission.

"To be precise, it was the previous mission."

In Karl's voice, Victor sighed: "It seems that next time I perform surgery on you, I really can't use anesthesia."

When Victor was changing Carl's prosthesis today, he had just told Carl and the others to take a rest. If they still didn't take care of their bodies, he would not use anesthesia when he performed surgery on them next time. But when night came, he found out that they had accepted another task. Victor really didn't know what to say to them.

"No way, Old Wei."

Oliver spread his hands helplessly and said, "The reward for this mission is quite high. It would be a pity to miss it. Don't blame Carl for taking the mission. At worst, next time we modify the prosthesis, you can just not give him anesthesia alone, Old Wei, and let him scream in pain for a few times to calm you down."

"Hey, we're a team. Are you writing me off so quickly?"

Jack nodded quickly and protested to Carl about Oliver's quick selling out of his teammates.

"Okay, I'm not really going to do that yet."

Lao Wei looked at the three of them and sighed helplessly: "But this time, when you go, come to my clinic first to get the medicine, and then let me do a full body check for you, okay? If there is something wrong with your body, it will be fatal during the mission."

"Of course, we will come to you the day after tomorrow morning."

"The mission will start the day after tomorrow?"

What else could Lao Wei say after hearing Carl's overly hasty words?

When he was young, he was just like Carl, Oliver and Jack, who loved to fight to the death. He knew that he could not dissuade these young people who had only eyes on moving forward, just like he could not dissuade his past self. All he could do was to help them as much as possible from behind.

At Victor's age, he has seen countless friends die. It's always good to see one less.

"But speaking of it, the mercenary industry is really amazing."

Oliver drank Brotherly Ale and said, "The lady who escorted Arasaka a few days ago is helping the military technology department today. The disputes in the company are like the extension of their hands and feet, and we are the daggers and guns on their hands and feet. What's more, they are loose and may be snatched away by two pairs of hands at any time."

"That's a nice description of Oliver, but it sounds like he's saying we're street sex dolls."

Although Jack praised it, he felt that the description was not very nice.

Sex dolls: a group of special workers who sell their bodies by implanting chips.

"It doesn't really matter." Carl said as he stuffed Mrs. Wells's fried French fries into his mouth. "They sell their bodies for money, and we sell our bodies for money. Don't discriminate based on occupation. It's not easy for either of us. At least we can choose. How many people like them can choose?"

"Damn, listening to what you said, Karl, I actually think it makes sense. Damn it."

Jack scratched the pigtail on the back of his head, but noticed that Carl was almost finishing the fries he brought.

"He ate a whole bucket in less than half an hour. Carl, you're exaggerating."

"It's delicious. I love it. What's it to you? Mrs. Wells asked you to bring it to me. You didn't fry it."

"Can I take care of it then?"

Oliver pointed to the French fry crumbs that fell on the ground in front of Carl and said, "This is my room! Carl, if you open your mouth and talk while eating French fries again, I will pick up the French fries on the ground and stuff them into your mouth so that it will shut up."

'Fine. '

Carl didn't say anything, but just made a zipper gesture with his hand on his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and chewed French fries, to show that he would definitely follow the rules.

Anyway, it is indeed impolite to talk while eating.

After chewing the fries in his mouth, Carl nodded to Lao Wei:

"Forget it, let's get back to the point. Lao Wei, I'm sorry, we invited you to dinner and drinks, but before that we had to let you wait for us to discuss the mission."

"Old Wei, I still have some patience. You two can continue talking."

As Victor raised his glass, Carl spoke up: "If we want to get intelligence from a company dog, we may have to change our approach this time."

"Change your approach. In all our previous actions, we always pulled out our guns and acted with reason."

Oliver didn't quite understand what Karl meant by changing his approach. Could it be that
"Are you planning on infiltration, coercion, or bondage? I've seen Japanese themes that include this, and the target happens to be the Japanese from Arasaka Corporation."

"I've already told you to watch less Mewtwo."

Carl said speechlessly: "I mean, I know I'm famous in Arasaka now. Basically, every normal employee of Arasaka knows me. We can't just use this face to break into Tanaka's house and kidnap him on this mission. We have to think of a way."

Jack understood somewhat what Karl meant: “Are you planning to hide your face?”

"I think this mission will have a follow-up. Maybe I will have to steal and rob the cyborg. It would not be good to finish everything in one trip. If there are more missions, I can take more and get paid. I can't just not do them."

What Carl meant was that if their identities were exposed when they were investigating the Cyborg, then the subsequent military technology missions might be handed over to other mercenary teams or they could do it themselves, which would mean one less mission.

"What kind of mission-crazy brain do you have? And isn't this similar to what I said? Japanese ninjas sneak in, tie up, intimidate and coerce. No problem. Why can't we watch it?"

"Damn, I didn't know you could actually take things seriously."

"Hmm? Is there anything improper about this?"

Listening to Oliver's question, which he didn't quite understand, Carl realized that this time it was his own thoughts that were dirty.

(End of this chapter)