Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 93 71. Call
At seven o'clock in the morning, Carl opened his eyes to the sound of the alarm clock, and then said the first words from his heart after waking up.

"I really don't want to go to school."

You have to go even if you don't want to.

Karl got up, rubbing his eyes. While washing up, he checked the messages sent during his sleep.

Johnson: The assistance bonus you applied for has been issued. Sorry, the people above have determined that this is a cyberpsychopath who needs to be quickly dealt with, and they are not willing to give too much money. I only applied for 30,000.

As expected, the weapons used by NCPD officers can tell the character of the people in NCPD.

Carl: Never mind, that's enough.

After sending 10,000 euros of the 30,000 euros sent by Johnson to Oliver and Jack respectively, Carl looked at the second text message.

Blanca: You are a real professional and did a great job. I got the order.

The 150,000 entrusted by James Norris has arrived.

He continued to transfer 50,000 to Oliver and Jack respectively. Carl's brain, which was still a little fuzzy because he had just woken up, suddenly realized, why didn't he check his own money before transferring the money to Oliver and Jack at once?

But afterwards, there was no other information about transferring money.

Carl checked his balance.

After receiving the deposit for the Cybernetic mission, he had 915,000 euros left, 5,000 of which was for the team's meals. Almost 2,000 euros had been spent in the past few days. Excluding the money that was temporarily on his side, the only money that belonged to Carl was around 910,000.

I gave David 10,000 yesterday, leaving 900,000, plus the money from Johnson and Blanca.
Nine hundred and sixty thousand.

Okay.

After adapting to the current prosthesis, maybe I can use the money to modify it again.

According to Lao Wei, how long is the best time to adapt?
Half a month?
I have indeed been quite diligent in installing my own prosthetics. I have been here for a little over a month since 2075.
Arasaka Type 3, single molecule wire, titanium skeleton that makes up the arm, dense bone marrow, bionic joints.

Although I didn't feel anything special and it felt the same as my previous hand, Lao Wei said that a large number of modifications in a short period of time were often the cause of cyberpsychosis, so I should just follow the doctor's advice.

I'll see if I can get a better access bay. This thing seems to be a great improvement to me. Although the Arasaka III is the best product on the market, it is still a little bit inferior to the military-grade ones. Then, what kind of prosthetics should I add?

Carl is very clear about his current abilities. It is not difficult for him to deal with ordinary cyberpsychopaths, but if he faces a person of James Norris's level alone, he may be able to win, but he will probably have to pay a huge price, such as losing his hand again. He still needs to become stronger.

Once the transformation begins, it is difficult to stop until one becomes a cyberpsychopath.

To prevent this possibility, be careful in your choices.

Before Carl realized the improvement that the Arasaka Type-3 brought him, he had considered whether to install a Sianwestin. After all, the prosthesis was so useful, and the difference between having it and not having it in top-level combat was too great. However, after realizing that his consciousness could completely keep up with the Sianwestin, and after obtaining the Arasaka Type-3, even his movements could catch up to a certain extent, he understood that what he should want was not the Sianwestin, but a better access bay with faster calculations.

It feels like I am an artificial intelligence. The more computing power I have, the faster I can act.

After washing up, Carl took out the synthetic milk in the rented refrigerator and had it with the wheat bread heated in the microwave for breakfast.

Wheat bread tastes good because it is made from genetically modified wheat, and synthetic milk is just like that, drinkable.

Carl took the plastic-wrapped milk and wheat bread and left the room, eating as he walked. The time was now five minutes past seven.

'The pork for dinner will be here soon, and I'll have to ask Jack and the others to buy some kitchenware. The apartment only has a microwave for rent, and I'm not one of those people who just eats a half-finished meal every day. '"Ding ding."

Carl was thinking about what kind of meal he should cook tonight when he had to eat real pork after a long absence. Then he heard a message from Oliver and Jack: "Are you awake? We're waiting for you downstairs. Let's go. We'll take you to the city center so you can go to school."

"Fuck it, I don't want to do it anymore."

On the second day of school, I started to feel tired of studying.

Although he complained during the communication, Carl still walked over obediently and ate his breakfast on the way.

"Have you received the money?"

"of course."

Oliver sat in the driver's seat with the window open, leaning on the car door and saying, "After I drop you off today, I'll go to Old Wei's place. It was terrible to be disturbed in the rain yesterday. If his prosthetic eye was better, I would have killed that guy a long time ago. Now that I have money, I have to get a new pair of Qilusi Type 1 eyes no matter what."

"Qi Lu Si, isn't that a high-end product? It's a pity that Lao Wei could get this."

Carl nodded to Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat, as a greeting, then opened the back door and got in. When closing the door, he was careful not to let it shut tightly.

“So as soon as Lao Wei told me, I decided to change it.”

Oliver said, getting up from the car door, closing the window, and turning to look at Karl: “How did you sleep?”

"I can't compare to you who don't have to go to school and can go to bed late and get up early."

Carl chose to be sarcastic without hesitation, which made Jack laugh:
"You are very resentful. Well, if you get information about Tanaka sooner, you can escape sooner. When you finish this mission, how about coming to my house for a gathering? We have already got everything, how about I make corn flakes and steamed pork with rice flour for you?"

"I trust Mrs. Wells more on this one. Can you do it, Jack?"

"Great, bro. You can always trust Jack in the kitchen."

Is Jack good in the kitchen?
Carl also decided to give his brother some face and nodded, but he also made a request.

"When the time comes, you have to call Misty along."

"what?"

Jack was confused by Carl's words.

Misty, but if we get together at his house, Misty and his mother
"Yes, we need to call Misty."

Oliver drove while looking at the road ahead, and also said with a smile: "Otherwise I wouldn't recognize it either."

“You don’t need to go to school.”

As Jack spoke, his face, which seemed simple and honest at the moment, showed a rare look of embarrassment and a look of being convinced. Finally, he nodded firmly.

"Well then, after this mission is over, I'll call Misty along as well. Oh, and Old Wei can't be left out either."

(End of this chapter)