Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 800, Section 10: Let me see for myself.
There were 76 members of the Terrorist Mobile Unit present. This was not the entire Terrorist Mobile Unit, but it was almost the same, because the rest were mostly hackers and medical personnel, who were extremely rare even within the Terrorist Mobile Unit.

In other words, the Terrorist Mobile Unit members present were all those who could fight.

Of the seventy-six remaining people, one has already died. Now, twenty-four of the remaining seventy-five have moved, accounting for almost one-third of the total.

One-third of the people did not intend to follow Carl's rules.

Whether they acted out of madness or out of a reluctance to be bound again and to be fitted with even stronger collars, their behavior at this moment speaks to one thing.

They are KK's enemies.

Carl has some sympathy for cyberpsychosis; he has to admit that many cyberpsychotics are indeed driven insane, but that doesn't mean he thinks all cyberpsychotics are like that.

He had a clearer understanding of the harm that cyberpsychosis could cause to ordinary people, and he was equally aware of the damage they could inflict.

In other words, even in the past, if a mentally ill person with a history of mental illness and a record of murder were standing around, it would be unsettling for everyone, both for the person in question and for others, if they weren't restrained.

This ring not only needs to be put on, but it also needs to be put on tightly. Carl believes that this is the only way to ensure the safety of others.

Carl believes that cyberpsychosis can indeed be cured, but during the recovery process, it is his responsibility to ensure that they do not harm others.

Carl, now that he's here to put the collar on, has every reason and justification to take on this responsibility.

But for those who were unwilling to do so and had fully developed the illness, Karl had no choice but to...
"You're fired."

Karl addressed the twenty-four people rushing towards him from all directions in an utterly indifferent tone.

Andy has already obtained the authority to take charge of the Terrorist SWAT team, and Carl, as an assistant, naturally has the right to decide the fate of these Terrorist SWAT team members.

To be honest, only a third of the people were planning to take action, which was more or less beyond Karl's expectations.

He originally thought that at least half of the people should be included, but he didn't expect that even after the higher-ups lifted the restrictions, some members of the Terrorist Mobile Unit were still able to maintain their rationality and didn't want to lose this good job.

In other words, in terms of treating cyberpsychosis, giving someone a class to attend is actually a good approach?
Um.
It's not that certain. At the very least, I almost developed cyberbullying from working. It should be a reasonable work environment with reasonable control and restraint, as well as giving people a certain sense of self and existence, and excellent treatment. That should be about right.

At the same time, we cannot be too lenient, otherwise it will lead to the current situation.

Carl's side had six people, or to be precise, five and a half people, facing twenty-four members of the Terrorist Mobile Squad. Roughly on average, each person had to face five members of the Terrorist Mobile Squad.

Five against one.

Coincidentally, this is exactly the configuration of a standard terrorist mobile unit squad—sniper, assault soldier, heavy artilleryman, hacker, plus a mantis knife close combat expert, a standard five-person team, a standard killing machine.

Typically, they would jump four people off the hovercar, leaving one person high in the air to finish off the target and ensure it was completely crushed.

But this time it's different.

There was no backup, no cleanup, just one person facing off against the entire squad.

Taking on an entire terrorist squad single-handedly? In the past, even Andy, with his extensive experience, would have shaken his head. He was certainly capable, but the terrorist squad was equally formidable—the Cyber ​​Mental Illness Suppression Force, which struck fear into the hearts of Night City, represented the pinnacle of the city's combat power.

The premise is that they are still a terrorist mobile unit.

A true terrorist mobile unit relies not only on the latest cybernetic bodies and equipment, but also on the military skills honed through rigorous training, ruthless tactical coordination, and most importantly—rationality, something beyond the reach of ordinary cyberpsychotics.

And these guys in front of us? Overstimulated, bloodthirsty, and tactically disorganized, they are no longer the team that terrified the cyber psychopaths; they have simply reverted to being mad beasts in the streets.

The reason why the Terrorist SWAT team can suppress the madmen on the streets time and time again is not just because of steel and gunpowder.

The terrorist mobile unit that is rushing in now has lost everything they had.

Despite their still excellent equipment and superior cybernetics, what threat could five cyber lunatics with no coordination whatsoever pose once they lost their minds?

"If this were before, I would have thought I was completely insane to attack the Terrorist Mobile Unit."

Johnny looked at the terrorist squad rushing towards him from all sides. He had said before entering that it was okay and he could handle it. Now, he spoke up confidently: "Remember to keep an eye on my back, V, Jack, and Oliver."

"Let me translate for you. Come help me if you need anything, and don't let me die."

Oliver was speechless: "Is this what you meant by 'wait and see' before? No wonder you said 'wait and see.' See, you mean you want us to wait and see, right?"

"Don't you know how to be considerate of the elderly?"

“Johnny, when you ask me for cigarettes or drinks, you don’t act like an old man at all. You’re so arrogant back then, you almost stole my lighter.”

Oliver feigned helplessness, but in action, he still protected Johnny.

Johnny's current transformation is geared towards becoming a gunner, or rather, with his current physique, this is the only thing he can do. But let me tell you, he looks much more formidable than he was in life. If he can be properly protected, his firepower is now comparable to a company special agent squad.

Oliver had wondered if Johnny actually got a body and became human again, would his fighting ability actually decrease instead of increase? If he was even less capable than when he was a dog, that would be a joke.

"Don't worry, Johnny."

Jack had already fired at the oncoming Cyber ​​Psycho: "With us here, you can't be hurt."

"I'm just afraid of breaking my smoking and drinking sensory simulation programs."

Despite his arrogant words, Johnny's actions betrayed his true intentions; he quietly shrank behind V and Jack.

At the start of the battle, Andy gave instructions to the special operations team outside, ordering them to begin their operation, while Carl watched over the remaining fifty-one men who had not yet moved.

He was observing them.

Next, will you join the riots, wisely choose to help, or do nothing and let me see the actions of the Terrorist Mobile Unit?

(End of this chapter)