Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 73 51. Plop

"You'd better not let me know your true identity. If I catch you, I will slap you in the face."

Carl was very dissatisfied with the editor of Mewtwo's classification of him as a cyberpsychopath.

I feel so underestimated. People actually think I'm a cyberpsycho. Can a cyberpsycho be as rational as me?

He is a polite person who always says "goodbye" in his mouth or in his heart after defeating his opponent. In the whole Night City, there are few people as polite as him. This is certified by Old Wei.

This is clearly slander
After watching the first Mewtwo with a slightly depressed feeling, the second Mewtwo did not make Carl feel depressed any more.

Because in the second material, the person who was evaluated as a cyberpsychopath was the recorder, not him.

'That's much more normal.'

Feeling the feelings of the subject of Mewtwo's recording, a cyber-psycho wielding a mantis blade, and silently memorizing his instinctive sword-wielding skills in madness, Carl felt that this was worth it.

In total I spent 510 Euros. It would be a huge loss if I didn't learn anything.

In fact, there are things that can be learned from the previous Mewtwo, such as how to operate a rocket launcher, but Carl will not touch that Mewtwo for the second time in the short term.

As hatred accumulates, if Carl encounters Mewtwo Editor, he may not be able to control himself and want to hang him up and beat him.

After watching Mewtwo of Cyberpsycho, Carl watched the entire second season of Mewtwo of Trauma Team several times. After finishing watching these and memorizing the techniques in them in his mind, it was already dark.

After checking the communications, neither Oliver nor Jack sent him a message. Oh, it’s not accurate to say there was no message. It should be said that no important message was sent. They just took a photo of the dining table each and sent it to Carl.

'There are Japanese restaurants and Chinese restaurants.'

The food was good.

Carl looked at the time, it was 4:04 in the afternoon. He slept until almost noon and woke up. Then he went to the Mewtwo store at noon to buy Mewtwo. After coming back, he kept reading until now. He didn't have lunch or dinner, so he was a little hungry now.

Carl took a glance at the vending machine in the room and saw the picture of the burrito displayed on the machine. He decided to go out for food.

The soft burrito that you have to suck and squeeze to add seasoning is just too good to be true no matter how you think about it.

Picking up the letter, Karl went out and went upstairs to check the visitor records. After confirming that no one was looking for him, he took the elevator down to the first floor.

I left a phone number with the NCPD, but they never offered a reward. Even if I wanted to build some connections with them or get to know them better and ask them to check their profile, it didn't work. I also don't know when I'll have the chance to deal with the second cyberpsychopath.

After ordering food from a delicious restaurant in the city center, but before he started eating, Carl's phone suddenly rang.

I picked it up and saw it was from Mann.

Isn't Mann going to carry out some mission tonight? And isn't the hacker named Sasha the one responsible for contacting him?

Karl was a little confused, but he didn't slow down and answered the call as he walked out of the restaurant.

"Mann, what's going on?"

Before Carl could finish his words, Mann's anxious voice came from the other end of the communication.

"Carl, where are you? In the city center!?"

Mann's voice was urgent, and Carl could also hear faint panting and footsteps, as if he was running very fast.

“I’m downtown, what’s going on?”

"You're in the city center?! Carl, that's great, go to the biotechnology company and help Sasha, please. Today Sasha went to steal the information of the biotechnology company's Night City branch. The mission was going well, but I don't know why she suddenly hung up the communication. Maybe something unexpected happened!" The communication was hung up, Biotechnology.

"I see."

No need to say more, the goal is clear, the situation is clear, so just do it.

Carl remembered that the headquarters of the biotechnology branch in Night City was nearby. If he ran all the way there, it would only take him a minute at most.

Although we don’t know what Sasha encountered, since she is the hacker who will cooperate in the next mission, she needs to be saved.

Carl was very fast. He arrived at the biotechnology company twenty seconds earlier than the expected minute. When he arrived at the high-rise building, he happened to see a figure breaking out of the window of the biotechnology company building and falling down from the upper floor.

The dark-haired figure.

It's Sasha.

Carl had just received the information this morning, and he could still recognize Sasha.

Quickening his pace, Carl's breathing suddenly stopped a little, and then time quietly slowed down.

'This feeling.'

Doesn't it feel like someone else used Sian Westin, but that I took the initiative to catch up?

Mastered a new skill.

After changing the access warehouse, my cheating ability seems to have improved a lot.

During the time when he felt slow, Carl's movements were also slow, but he used this slowness to adjust his posture in subtle details and determine the landing point of Sasha who fell from a high altitude.

Eventually, she would fall onto a car.

Falling from a floor of nearly 20 meters is still too much of a stretch, even with a vehicle as a cushion.

With his eyes rolling, Carl recalled the records of falling from the air in his memory.

In 1971, a Peruvian National Airlines flight was struck by lightning and disintegrated at meters in the air. Fifteen people lost their lives in the fall. Among the survivors was a -year-old girl named Julian Koepke. She fell from a high altitude and survived the disaster by relying on the cushioning of the plane's seats and tree leaves. The only injuries she suffered were a swollen eye, a fractured tibia, and a severe injury to the anterior cruciate ligament.
If a person has enough cushion, he or she may survive even if falling from a high altitude.

What's the buffer?
Airplane chair, seat.
Carl thought.

Single molecule wires popped out from his wrists.

Carl walked slowly to the side of the vehicle that Sasha was going to hit, jumped up, and waved his hands. In a slow time that only he could feel, he used the single-molecule wires that popped out from his hands to cut and open the roof of the car where Sasha was going to hit.

There is a slight difference between hitting directly on iron and hitting on a soft seat.

Along with this thought, Carl threw out his coat and laid it flat on the gap in the roof.

'I don't know how much I can use, but I have done the best I can. Whether you can survive or not depends on you.'

"thump!"

Sasha's body fell heavily into the vehicle.

(End of this chapter)