From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

Unfortunately, it's too big to hide, and it's expensive too...

Turning her gaze away, she pointed at Leo: "My new friend is a complete novice, so let's pick out a simple kinetic pistol for him."

Nobody: Chapter Twenty-Eight: Only children make choices; adults want it all!

"no problem!"

Wilson peeked around and saw no other guests.

"Come in and pick something out, all the good stuff is inside."

V watched as he opened the thick security door on the left, raised an eyebrow and said, "Wow, the sun must have risen in the west today. Weren't you the one who wouldn't let anyone into your precious armory?"

Wilson shook his head dismissively: "Not really. I still occasionally invite big clients in to pick out guns, it's VIP service, you know."

Of course, guests I trust, like yourself, are also welcome to come in.

"But you've never invited me before."

"Why don't you check your personal account first? Did I invite you in just so you could drool over my babies? I don't need that drool to wipe the floor."

"Go to hell... Ugh..."

V wanted to swear, but was afraid that he wouldn't let him in to broaden his horizons, so he had to hold back.

When Wilson opened the door, she used Leo as a shield and pushed him inside.

After the two went inside, Wilson immediately closed the door and looked around warily.

“Good, no desperate paupers came along. I always remove the magazines when I sell them guns, just in case they try to stab me in the back, just to save those damn few hundred euros.”

After complaining, he led the two men into the armory.

Upon opening the encrypted security door, a strong smell of gun oil mixed with the metallic smell unique to firearm parts wafted out.

Leo pinched his nose twice, only to see V's eyes shining—in a physical sense.

"Wow, that's awesome! There must be over a hundred guns. If each person gets one, that's enough for a gang shootout!"

"Sigh, most of them are defective products and smuggled goods. They need to be disassembled, processed, and reassembled before they can be used. Our new friend L obviously won't want these inferior products. Let me bring you some better ones."

Wilson walked to the wall and pressed some switch. With a slight whirring sound, another small door opened in the corner.

However, this time he didn't invite the two inside, but just told them to wait there.

He squeezed through the door sideways and, a minute later, brought out a rectangular portable gun case.

Upon opening the triple security lock, several brand-new handguns were revealed to the two customers.

"You two look good!"

"Original factory product, 100% brand new, truly high-quality goods!"

Wilson grinned, his face beaming.

"Come on, L, give it a try! Don't worry, our gun won't bite, and it's not loaded!"

Looking at this box full of new guns with a next-generation style, Leo was indeed itching to try them out.

This is a gun! What man doesn't like a gun that represents power and strength?

Since he said he could try it out, I'll give it a go.

Before taking action, he hesitated for a moment: Which gun is the best? Should he scan it with his prosthetic eye first?

Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea—V was an experienced mercenary, she must know which gun was the best.

He turned his head to look at V, and then followed her gaze to one of the guns.

The starry gray color has a very stylish design.

Leo picked up the gun, and before he could even turn on the scanner, Wilson enthusiastically began to introduce it:

"The JKE-X2 is a masterpiece, meticulously tuned by a master, and selected from the best of the best in the same batch. It is also equipped with a wall-piercing insert and a close-range sight."

The gun and both attachments are from Arakawa Co., Ltd.—great stuff, truly great stuff! I can't bear to sell them!

Let me think... The tagline for this gun is... right—elegant yet deadly!

"This is practically tailor-made for you, L, my bro, do you like it?"

Leo was stunned by his machine-gun-like rapid-fire words and instinctively reached for a nod.

However, someone wasn't confused and quickly stopped him with a cough.

"Cough cough!"

V coughed loudly, managing to keep Leo's head still at the last moment.

"The product is good, and the price must be good too. Besides, it's a technical pistol, not suitable for beginners."

V's interruption dampened the initial excitement in Leo's heart.

Indeed, no matter how good something is, if it's not suitable, you have to give it up.

Moreover, Wilson was too good at business; he was certain that if he just nodded, the other party would raise the price on the spot.

After all, when buying something, you have to find fault with it; saying "I like it" is basically a losing proposition...

Wilson pursed his lips, looking at V with a hint of helplessness: "I haven't even placed an offer yet, what are you doing causing trouble... Do you think I'm the kind of profiteer who asks for exorbitant prices?"

V hesitated for a moment and then slowly nodded.

"Get out of here! After all these years of friendship, you're trying to sabotage me now!" Wilson said with a laugh.

“One thing at a time.” V laughed. “Okay, you name a price first, and I’ll get a taste of it too.”

"Eighteen thousand eight!"

"Pfft, hahaha?!" V burst out laughing. "I get it! It must be because this gun was too expensive, and you ended up with nothing after you bought it!"

Wilson put on the mask of pain and rolled his eyes to the sky.

"I hate poor people... I must have been out of my mind to be fooled by the supplier into buying this 'treasure of the shop' that can't be sold."

Leo took the opportunity to observe him.

When he realized he had been exposed, he only complained instead of getting angry, which shows that he is not a bad person.

He looked down and fiddled with the cool-looking pistol a few more times, and he had already decided to buy it—although he couldn't use it himself, he could clearly see V's unwavering, longing gaze.

Winning people's hearts... that takes a lot of money.

But not now. He needs to distract V first, then deliver the gift when V is off guard, so that he can deliver a "critical hit".

He put Qianxin back in the gun case and hesitated before looking at V.

V clearly understood what he meant, picked up another pistol, and introduced it: "M-10AF Lexington, produced by Military Technology. This one... doesn't feel like a masterpiece, but it's of the high-quality level."

“You have a sharp eye, V.” Wilson rallied and began to introduce the gun. “That one is actually not bad. It was finely tuned by a professional gunsmith and fitted with a Craftsman close-range scope. It’s perfect for a beginner like you.”

V nodded this time: "The Lexington is a well-balanced gun in all aspects, and it's perfect for beginners. So, what's the price?"

"8888! Buy a good gun and make a fortune!"

Wilson was so enthusiastic that you were worried he might spit out his mouth at any moment.

But V shook his head.

"Calling me 'Dad' won't help; this price is too high!"

"This is a new gun. Hold it up to your nose and smell it; the gun oil is all original!"

"expensive!"

"Damn... this is different from the cheap second-hand gun you're using!"

"expensive."

V was about to put the gun back when he said that.

"How about we look at the regular ones? A beginner doesn't need anything too fancy anyway."

"You..." Wilson gritted his teeth as he looked at her, "A wild boar can't eat fine chaff! I'm not talking to you!"

He turned to Leo, quickly adjusting his mood: "L, let's be friends. This gun has seven sevens, let's buy it for good luck."

Leo turned to look at V.

"The price is about the same, neither cheap nor expensive."

Upon receiving this assessment, Leo slowly nodded.

Wilson grinned broadly: "Great job! You're nothing like the poor bastards you usually see here! I'll give you some bullets, you can shoot to your heart's content!"

Leo didn't rush to pay; he picked up the Qianxin with his free left hand.

"What? Still hesitating? Looks like you're the kind of person who cares about first impressions!" Wilson excitedly patted his belly. "Hmm... how about we talk about the price again? The threshold for technical weapons isn't actually that high, you can definitely handle it if you install a grip!"

Leo glanced at the two guns and deduced from V and Wilson's previous conversation that "superior" should correspond to Tier 2 quality in the game, while "excellent" should be Tier 3.

To put it bluntly, it's just a "green" weapon and a "blue" weapon, the kind that nobody cares about in the mid-to-late game.

The price is actually about the same, and it even seems a bit cheaper than in the game...

"Two rounds, 24,000, how about we become friends?"

"make a deal!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wilson made the decision on the spot!

Leo was stunned for a moment. It seemed he had given too much. He should have just asked for a 20% discount.

But since he'd already said it, he had to save face.

[You are transferring funds to Good Businessman Wilson. Please confirm that this is your transaction.]

【confirm. 】

[Transfer successful. €24000 has been withdrawn from your personal account.]

There was no waiting period; the money was transferred instantly.

"Wow—! That's awesome!!" Wilson patted his belly, bent down and picked up a portable ammunition box. "Here's a whole box of pistol ammunition for you. Welcome back, my friend!"

V sighed, feeling a pang of sadness.

The gun she had her eye on at first sight ended up in the hands of a complete novice who hadn't even fitted a grip—that's a real waste.

But what can she do when she has no money...?

The next second, V, who was feeling heartbroken, raised an eyebrow and instinctively reached out to catch the pistol that was thrown to him.

"Here, take this one. You're supposed to be a bodyguard, who can you protect with that crappy gun?"

Leo's gaze swept over her pistol, which had some paint chips and looked like it was wrapped with tape, with a look of disdain.

V felt a lump in his throat and wanted to stand up for his "old buddy".

But... this is Kenshin, a fully charged gun that can go straight through walls!

In comparison, the secondhand Uniform pistols from off-brand manufacturers are indeed... a tiny bit worse.

Seeing V's dazed look, Leo was very pleased with his brilliant move—only children make choices, adults want it all!

Nobody: Chapter Twenty-Nine (V): This money is really hot to handle...

"Come on, load up your magazines, let's go have some fun at the training ground over there!"

Wilson handed him a small box containing five magazines of each of two different models.

The Lexington's magazine is simple, the same color as the gun itself. Kenshin's magazine, on the other hand, is a bit different, with a gold-red bottom.

The addition of a touch of crimson to the slender, starry gray gun barrel does indeed give it a unique elegance.

V blankly took the magazine and changed it; the pleasant "click" sound seemed to reach straight to his soul.

A smile appeared on her lips, but she was taken aback when she turned to look at the other two.

Leo, needless to say, his smugness was practically written all over his face; it was hard not to see it.

Wilson, on the other hand, looked at him with considerable admiration, which could be interpreted as—Wow, V, you've managed to hook up with a rich guy!

For the first time, V hated her own sixth sense, which allowed her to interpret Wilson's eyes so clearly.