The next day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
Arasaka Company Building-Arasaka Tower Internal Research Department, Research Department Floor.
On the dark, dense floor, service units lined up in a row emit a red light. Except for a little sunshine coming in from the window, there is no white at all in the entire research department. The walls, floors, and ceilings are all made of metal-like materials.
The material is smooth and neat, but also looks depressing and dull.
In this kind of working environment, Arasaka's research department also seemed particularly dead. The researchers walked back and forth, walking slowly and not daring to make too much noise. The two people communicated with each other and kept the sound as low as possible. Only
The sound of turning pages of paper and documents is endless.
A researcher wearing a white research coat walked to the back of Tanaka's office, holding a document in his hand and several chips in his pocket.
He hesitated outside the door for a while, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he knocked on the office door, and after getting permission from the other party, he walked into the office.
Entering the office, the first thing the researcher saw was Tanaka's fat and bloated body. He sat behind the desk, took off a Mewtwo headband from his eye socket and threw it on the table. He put his hands together and looked at the person who walked in majestically.
Researcher:
"Tell me what's going on."
"Mr. Tanaka, this is the latest briefing on the test results of the prosthetic body that I printed out. Please take a look at it." The researcher put the document in his hand on the table and immediately took out a few text chips:
"This is the detailed physical data of those test subjects and the physical changes that occurred after they used the prosthetics."
Tanaka ignored the researcher's words and silently picked up the document briefing and glanced at it for a few times. His eyes passed over the complicated contents of the document and looked at the results at the bottom:
[Test Subject No. 1’s body collapsed after 10 seconds of implanting the prosthesis, and no valid data could be collected]
[Experimental Subject No. 2... was mentally abnormal for 43 seconds and unable to...]
[Test subject No. 3...died at 3 minutes and 21 seconds, unable to...]
The more he looked behind him, the heavier Tanaka's mood became, until finally the anxiety in his heart reached the extreme, and he slammed the briefing paper in his hand on the table, making a loud noise that startled the innocent researcher.
However, in just a few seconds, Tanaka regained his composure, looked at the researcher coldly, and said calmly:
"You go back to work."
"Okay, Mr. Tanaka." The researcher breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly, and left the office.
Kacha, the automatic door of the office closed with a sound, the slight sound coming from outside disappeared without a trace, and the office fell into silence.
Tanaka sighed, picked up a few briefing papers, crumpled them into balls of waste paper, and threw them into the trash can.
It seemed that this behavior that was almost self-destruction relieved his pressure, his expression softened a lot, and his dark eyes were full of melancholy.
Not long after, his eyes suddenly lit up with orange light - someone dialed his phone directly.
Without giving him the right to refuse, the call was connected directly, and the figure that appeared in the upper right corner of his field of vision was clearly his boss.
"How is the progress of the prosthetic King Kong?" asked the boss.
"The test sample has been successfully developed. Our research has made a huge breakthrough. Moreover, the destructive power of this prosthesis far exceeds our expectations. Its adaptability to the combat environment is extremely strong and can be used on land, sea and air.
, the gravity control prototype mounted on it also has both attack and defense functions..."
"I don't want to listen to this nonsense. I'm asking how your testing is going? Don't think I don't know. If the new prosthetic body cannot get valid test data, it will be a poison to the human body, no matter how destructive it is.
So what? Do you think the tanks and armored vehicles on the battlefield are not destructive enough?" the boss roared.
Tanaka's attitude was very low, and he whispered: "We need some time. You also know that the most indispensable thing in Night City is experimental bodies. This is the best prosthetic body testing site. The success of the research and development of prosthetic King Kong will only
It’s a matter of time.”
"Oh, I just hope that in the end, you won't hand over a piece of waste to me." The boss said coldly:
"And there is not much time left for you here. For some reason, the Tokyo headquarters has lost many elite hackers. Our company's network strength has shrunk a lot. If we want to make up for the company's security strength, we have to
We have to start from reality, and the prosthetic King Kong is a good opportunity."
"What happened?" Tanaka frowned: "The company has always been strong on the Internet, and which company can defeat us in cyberspace?"
"I don't know either. Anyway, you just need to know that the headquarters is very messy right now. I heard that Mr. Saburo's daily diet has also been affected recently and he has no appetite." The boss said with concern.
Tanaka sighed and said sadly: "It's a pity that my voice cannot reach Master Saburo's ears and I cannot express my condolences to him."
"You should worry more about yourself. The prosthetic King Kong is originally a piece of equipment modeled after the body data of Adam's Hammer. If it is found that this prosthetic body cannot withstand a few hits in front of Adam's Hammer, then you
My research project has been ruined." The boss sneered.
"I have great confidence in King Kong." Tanaka said quickly.
"Well, it's good to have confidence. I hope you can produce real results next time you show up in my office!" The boss hung up the phone.
The light in his eyes dissipated, and Tanaka's expression gradually became gloomy.
"What a bad day." He muttered to himself unhappily, stood up immediately, dialed his driver's phone number, and walked out of the office.
In the eyes of ordinary researchers, Mr. Tanaka is an unsmiling and serious superior. It is rare to see him engaging in any recreational activities. It is also rare to see him drinking at staff dinners on weekdays. Many people secretly
I think he is an ascetic old timer.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But only Tanaka himself knows that it is not that he has no desires, but that his desires are very special, and he usually uses special methods to resolve them.
...just like Black Mewtwo.
Now that he is encountering so many troubles, Tanaka no longer wants to stay in the company. He finds a suitable reason to go out to watch the latest Black Mewtwo, and then come back to work after watching it - this is what he is doing as a manager.
The little privileges of the layer.
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After leaving Arasaka Tower and arriving at the underground garage, Tanaka's personal driver was already waiting here on time.
"Go to the old place." After getting in the car, Tanaka said casually, and immediately started to take a nap in the car with his eyes closed.
The driver dutifully controlled the steering wheel and steered the vehicle onto the road outside.
Not long after, Tanaka, who had his eyes closed, seemed to faintly hear the sound of a breeze blowing.
However, because the sound was too small and the wind noise only lasted for less than a second before disappearing, Tanaka didn't pay attention to the small movement and continued to rest in the car with his eyes closed.
Immediately, more than ten minutes passed, and the vehicle finally slowly stopped.
"Why did you arrive so fast this time? Are you speeding?" Tanaka opened his eyes slightly and just wanted to take a look at the driver's seat.
However, the next second, he was stunned.
In the driver's seat, he saw that his personal driver had disappeared. The driver was a handsome young man, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand casually lying beside him.
Hearing Tanaka's inquiry, Lin Mo turned his head calmly with a smile, glanced at Tanaka in the back seat, and answered truthfully:
"You are right, sir, I did speed on the road."
"I'm sorry. I just hope this little speeding incident won't appear on the traffic police's ticket." He smiled elegantly.