Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 625, Section 39: Designing Weapons
"Want to order a weapon?"

V had just finished breakfast and was about to go out to find some work like Oliver and Jack when Carl stopped him. He scratched his head, his brow furrowing slightly as he listened to Carl's words.

"So, you want a gun—like Johnny's—that combines the destructive power of a kinetic weapon, the locking function of a smart weapon, and the penetrating power of a technological weapon, right?"

As the team's technical expert, V's gaze shifted between Carl and Johnny. Johnny was sprawled on the sofa next to him, lazily chugging beer down his throat with his mechanical limbs, looking as颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, decadence, or apathy) as a broken-down robot.

V hesitated for a moment, then turned around and sat down on the sofa next to Carl instead of heading towards the elevator.

“I do know a little about weapon modification, but your request is, to be honest, a bit outrageous.” V sighed. “When designing this kind of multi-functional weapon, the first thing to consider is cost, but money is not a problem for you—you’re not like us who buy junk all the time, nor are you like T-BUG who saves up money to buy islands and spend money to get a gun. You can definitely do it.”

He rubbed his temples and continued, "Putting aside the cost, the hardest part is the design itself. Three functions in one gun? Even if you give it to a professional team at an arms company, it will take months to work on it, not to mention..." V glanced at Johnny, "You want to combine the features of three guns into one? That's as difficult as asking me to put an elephant into a refrigerator—even if I cut it into pieces, I still can't fit it in."

Johnny noticed V's gaze, and with a flash of the holographic projection, his sunglasses-wearing face turned towards Carl, a signature arrogant smile playing on his lips:

“I told you long ago—the kind of treatment I get, with people clamoring to order custom weapons for me, is one of a kind.” He shook the beer can in his hand, the mechanical limbs squeezing the aluminum can with a crackling sound. “Trying to make something on par with my Malorian 3516? You might as well give up now. But…” The projection suddenly leaned closer to Karl, a hint of arrogance emanating from behind his sunglasses, “If you beg me a little more, maybe I’ll be in a good mood and lend it to you for a few more days.”

Faced with Johnny's obvious overreaction, Carl glanced at him and said, "One of a kind? Is it really one of a kind? I've heard that Morgan Blackhand also has custom-made weapons. His custom-made weapons seem to come from the same company as your Malorian 3516, right? Is this also one of a kind?"

After Carl said that, Johnny Silverhand fell silent.

This silence is not an admission of defeat.

There are some names that even the most arrogant rock star would subconsciously tone down, and Morgan Blackhand is one such name.

Their relationship wasn't just deep, nor was it just about sharing a history of crawling back from the battlefield. Perhaps it was because he knew so much about the bullet wounds on the other's body that Johnny, on this topic, acted like a faded veteran rather than the foul-mouthed cyber madman.

After a moment, Johnny Silverhand spoke up: "He deserves a custom-made weapon, and he is absolutely qualified to have one made. In fact, it is an honor for Mallorian Arms to have a weapon made for Morgan Blackhand."

Karl raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise rising in his heart.

For someone to make a madman like Johnny Silverhand, who talks a lot of nonsense, back down—that Morgan Blackhand is probably even more legendary than he imagined.

He couldn't help but think of the "Executor's Handbook" that he had flipped through so many times that the edges were curled up.

That book was like taking a person's career apart and laying it out page by page for you to see, from how to bargain with middlemen to planning the retreat route when a mission fails; from the popular weapon combinations of the time to how to judge the blind spots of bullet trajectories in a hail of bullets—no detail was left unreserved.

That book, *The Executor's Handbook*, is practically essential reading for anyone entering the mercenary profession, and can even serve as a guide for those embarking on their mercenary careers. When Karl first became a mercenary, he frequently consulted that book, finding it invaluable each time he read it. One could even say that some of Karl's current habits and principles during mercenary missions were cultivated from that book. To write such a book, so generous with his experience, so detailed it's almost like a personal lecture, sharing the lessons he learned through wounds and blood, truly makes Morgan Blackhand a remarkable individual.

Even some masters who teach their apprentices skills are afraid that teaching their apprentices will lead to their own starvation, so they keep their skills to themselves.

The person who can write this kind of book is either a saint or a madman.

However, Morgan Blackhand probably just saw through one thing earlier than Johnny: in this damn world, the more skilled mercenaries there are, the fewer idiots who are stupid enough to blow themselves up.

Such a legend is indeed worthy of respect, and Johnny Silverhand's current performance also proves Carl's respect for Morgan Blackhand, which stems from his book.

It's a pity that we don't know if Morgan Blackhand is still alive, has disappeared to the countryside to retire, or died in that mission. Carl would be quite happy if he had the chance to meet him.

However, the topic of Morgan's Black Hand did not last long.

After all, even if Morgan Blackhand were still alive, he would be almost eighty or ninety years old. As a legend of the past, no one knows where he is now. Even if Carl wanted Johnny Silverhand to meet his old friend and for Carl to see the legend of the past, he would not be able to find an opportunity to meet him.

It's impossible for Morgan Blackhand to suddenly appear and fight me, giving me a chance to witness the legendary skills of the past. Rather than thinking about such an impossible thing, I should continue to consult V on how to customize a weapon.

As Carl and Johnny Silverhand drifted further and further away from the topic of Morgan Blackhand, V suddenly had a flash of inspiration, thinking of the Cat-like sniper rifle that Oliver often used.

"Try Tsunami Design Bureau?" V suggested—this company, named after "defense systems," is actually a world-leading weapons manufacturer.

Tsunami Design Bureau, headquartered in Osaka, started by manufacturing air guns and still maintains the industry's most sophisticated air gun production line. Its military research and development technology has reached the world's top level, even rivaling Arasaka and Military Technology. What is even more praised in the industry is its almost artistic private customization service - as long as there is enough money and a design that can showcase their level, Tsunami Design Bureau will never hesitate to take on private design work.

A tsunami?

Carl listened to V's suggestion and thought it was a good idea as well.

Two members of their squad used Tsunami's guns: Oliver used Nekomaru and Jack used a modified Nue, a golden, fierce woman. Both of them had high opinions of Tsunami's guns, and given the positive experience of their companions, choosing Tsunami was a natural choice.

However, if you choose tsunami
Do we have a way to contact them?

Carl asked a rather crucial question.

(End of this chapter)