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

She wanted to defend herself, saying she was just a bodyguard.

but……

Do street mercenaries deserve a daily wage of 1000 and a good gun worth 2?

Even she herself felt that this wasn't a bodyguard... but rather a sugar daddy/sugar baby...

The letter of humility in her hand suddenly felt hot to the touch. She considered throwing the gun back to show her firm stance that she would never be bought with money.

But her right hand came back to life, developed its own ideas, and gripped the gun handle tightly.

V was in despair—money was such an inconvenient thing, even changing its form caused her so much trouble.

Leo noticed V's hesitation, but that was exactly what he wanted. He pretended not to care and said, "The gun's been bought. Go practice!"

V nodded frantically and took the lead, escaping to the door.

She didn't want to see Wilson again for at least a week; his foul mouth was sure to have nothing nice to say.

Wilson warmly saw them out of the armory, repeatedly saying "Welcome back again."

Once outside the safe zone, V quickly adjusted its state and entered alert mode.

When Leo saw her take the gun directly into her hand, he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you need to hide the gun? A good gun is a valuable item, isn't it?"

"No need. Not all high-value items need to be hidden. On the contrary, displaying your combat prosthetics and good equipment lets others know you're not someone to mess with."

She slightly raised her chin, gesturing for Leo to look straight ahead.

A black man wearing a yellow t-shirt was sitting on a bench against the wall. He was holding a revolver of unknown model. When he saw the two people, he even raised the gun and pointed it at them in a pretentious manner.

Leo had no doubt that if he were alone and unarmed, the black man might have rushed up and robbed him.

But this time it obviously won't.

V imitated him, raising his gun and gesturing towards him.

The black man immediately became obedient and lowered his head to examine the floor tiles under his feet.

"See? In Watson District, if you want to live well, the first thing you have to do is let people know—you're not someone to mess with."

After saying that, V led him into the shooting range.

Upon entering, the service counter is on the left, where you can rent firearms, buy bullets, and purchase access to the training ground.

A male employee standing inside said as soon as he saw the two, "Welcome. The boss said you can use the training ground for free. Please come in."

"Thanks."

Leo nodded to him and followed V inside.

Perhaps because everyone has gone to work in the afternoon, there weren't many people at the training ground at this time.

V led him straight to the innermost target lane.

"You have no experience, so I'll teach you the correct way to hold a gun and aim. Come on."

Leo took a deep breath and drew his sidearm from his waist.

"No, lower your hand a little more, you can't hold it steady like that."

"Keep your wrist straight, the recoil from firing a gun can be quite significant."

"You're still a beginner, try using the scope as much as possible..."

The meticulous female instructor taught him for a full fifteen minutes before allowing him to release the safety and begin practical training.

"Remember, never point a gun at your own people."

"Put on your earmuffs and let's begin. You start by shooting at the stationary target."

Click.

Bang—bang—bang bang—

The recoil, neither too strong nor too weak, kept hitting Leo's wrist, but it gave him a refreshing feeling, like rushing from the outdoors into an air-conditioned room on a summer day.

That's a gun!

The embodiment of violent aesthetics, the cornerstone of power and wealth!

bang bang bang-

At a 50-meter target, not a single bullet missed the mark out of 20 shots. For a beginner, it's like having a cheat code!

Of course, it was indeed a cheat code – the "Craftsman" is a reflex sight, and its built-in red aiming dot helped Leo a lot.

Later, in order to get headshots every time, he even turned on the assistance of the prosthetic eye scanner, which was like divine help!

"Newbies should just use naked-eye aiming. You're not a sniper, so don't use 4x or 6x optical zoom randomly."

V tapped her arm in annoyance.

"One of the basic hacking techniques is 'rebooting the prosthetic eye.' If you rely too much on the scanner of your prosthetic eye, you'll suffer a big loss sooner or later. Even if you're using a high-end prosthetic eye, it will still malfunction briefly during a hacker attack."

"I see."

Leo humbly accepted the instruction and opened the ammunition box to change bullets.

Then he sighed silently: "Firing a gun feels good for a moment, but reloading is a nightmare."

Even with the help of a loader, it still took him some effort to change the bullets the first time.

No wonder Wilson gave us so many magazines; reloading was just too slow.

"Let's continue. Let's use up 100 bullets first and practice our skills."

"Only 100 shots? Who do you think you are? Watch me take on 200 shots first!"

Leo made a bold statement and began practicing shooting under V's careful instruction.

*

I do not know how long it has been.

"How about that! 2,200 rounds!"

Leo forced a smile.

"Are your hands numb?" V's lips curled up slightly.

"I said 200 rounds, so it's 200 rounds!"

"So, are your hands numb?"

"whispering sound……"

Leo paid the price for his recklessness—his right hand felt numb and swollen.

"You don't have a grip plate, which is a ballistic coprocessor, and your arm and bones don't have prosthetics either. It's normal to feel uncomfortable now. You'll get used to it."

V spread her hands, showing him the metal grip on her hand.

Leo took a closer look and found that the one she was wearing now seemed to be worse than the one she bought on credit at the start of the game, as it showed some signs of wear and tear.

Moreover... part of the skin on my palm was cut off, and just thinking about it makes me feel very painful.

He subconsciously reached out and touched V's palm, even rubbing the black leather part.

V quickly pulled her hand back, raising her eyebrows again: "What are you doing!"

"Is the brown part also skin? Can you feel it when you touch it?" Leo tried to remain calm.

"The top layer is simulated skin, and the bottom layer is normal skin, so of course you can feel it."

V clenched her fists uncomfortably a few times, seemingly uncomfortable being touched.

"Alright, that's enough shooting practice for today. Don't hurt your arm. Shall I take you home next, or is there something else planned?"

Unknown Soldier: Chapter Thirty - Night City's Famous Attraction - V's Cozy Little Nest

“I want to buy two sets of boxing protective gear so you can teach me combat indoors. My apartment is big enough to make room for training.”

"You want to learn martial arts?"

"Otherwise what? Do you think the thugs of Night City will stop them from getting close and beating me up just because I'm 'the one being protected'?"

Leo shrugged, looking dejected.

V thought there was some truth to what he said. Night City had all sorts of lunatics, and if they took a hit before the battle, they would dare to charge into battle with baseball bats in hand.

But... the indoor training was still at his home.

This is just so awkward...

Seeing V's unpredictable expression, Leo knew—it was time to raise the price!

“It’s really not a bodyguard’s job to train me in shooting and combat every day. How about this, I’ll pay you an extra 300 euros a day for coaching, this is the money for the first week.”

You are transferring funds to an unknown account. Please confirm that this is your operation.

【confirm. 】

[Transfer amount: 2100 euros, awaiting confirmation from the recipient...]

"!?"

Here we go again!

"So what if you have a little money?!"

V originally intended to say that, but 300 a day, that's 9000 a month... He was giving way too much.

[Transfer successful. €2100 has been withdrawn from your personal account.]

She decided to just bear with it a little longer; after all, her intuition told her not to call the police—this generous employer in front of her meant her no harm.

"...Alright, turn left after you go out, there's an open-air boxing ring and gym not far away, the owner and coach there is someone I know."

V looked at her increasingly full wallet as she led him outside.

Leo put away his gun and followed behind her, swinging his arms.

They stepped outside from the indoors of the Second Amendment gun shop.

Sunlight struggled to penetrate the thick white fog, bringing a hazy glow to the area.

Leo walked to the railing and looked up.

Even with the neck bent to its limit, the sky is no longer visible.

The U-shaped skyscrapers are like insurmountable well walls, confining the people inside to the bottom of a well known as the "lower class of society".

The white mist spewing from various pipes represents the helpless sighs of the people at the bottom of society.

Looking down, it seemed to be a small market with many simple vendors and countless tiny pedestrians, like... hardworking ants.

ant nest,

Looking around at the densely packed floors and corridors once again, Leo suddenly felt that this nickname was quite appropriate.

"Don't look. I'm not taking you to the service plaza. It's basically a black market, selling all sorts of contraband of unknown origin. Try to avoid going there unless necessary."

V looked around alertly and whispered an urging for him to move.

Is it necessary to be so nervous?

Leo felt that V was the most conspicuous one around—she looked nervous.

“I’ve never been a bodyguard before, how would I know what a bodyguard should do?”

V irritably observed every passerby, searching for potential threats.

She's used to being a lone wolf, so she's not really used to this kind of close bodyguard job.

"Okay, let's go. Let's finish this quickly and leave as soon as possible."

Leo obediently continued forward.

When he arrived at the boxing ring, he found it so rudimentary that it didn't even have ropes; it was just a raised area of ​​ground used as a sparring ground.

Next to it was a gym, which was also very basic, and some locals were working out there.

The bald coach sitting on the sidelines saw V and greeted him loudly: "Hey, V, over here."

V led Leo over and introduced them to each other.