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Leo nodded politely to him: "Hello, Coach Fred, I'd like to buy two sets of boxing protective gear, for me and V."

The bald, muscular man, who appeared to have no signs of cybernetic enhancements, nodded his chin in return. "Sure, but... you and V?"

He turned to V and said, "Finally, you've figured it out and aren't a lone wolf anymore, V. I told you before, working with someone is much easier than working alone."

Hmm, dressed so warmly, but you look pretty good. Did you find a hacker as your partner? Or your boyfriend?

V rolled her eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time today: "Why are you so long-winded? Are you even going to sell anything?"

"Haha, sell, of course sell. Look how anxious you are. We've known each other for so many years, what's wrong with chatting for a bit?"

Fred made a few jokes and stood up.

After waiting a short while, Leo bought a full set of protective gear, including a helmet, armor, and boxing gloves.

He chose black, while V chose blue.

"Would you like another melee weapon? I see you only have a gun on your waist, that's too monotonous."

"I'm not quite sure...V?"

Leo handed over the decision-making power.

V sighed helplessly: "Give him a one-handed baton, the kind that isn't electrified."

"okay."

The bill came to 1500, which was much cheaper than buying a gun.

Then, V pulled him to a quiet corner and whispered, "That should be about right, let's go?"

Leo lowered his head, gesturing for her to look at his hands—he was carrying an ammunition box and a bag of protective gear in his left hand, while his right hand was free, constantly making grasping motions.

"My hands hurt so much, and my face and body are covered in sweat. Can't I find a place to rest?"

"Are you sure you want to rest here? There are all sorts of crazy people around here, what if someone's after you? Besides, there's no public rest area here."

"Don't you rent a place here?"

Leo's true colors were revealed.

That's right, he just made an excuse to go and check out V's place!

"my home……"

V looked completely unwilling.

"What's wrong? Is the house a mess?" Leo continued before she could answer. "It's okay, I'm just washing my face and having a drink of water. It'll be quick."

"Let's go, let's go, it's only fair to reciprocate."

Under Leo's constant urging, V reluctantly began to lead the way.

Entering the inner corridor, passing by all sorts of timid passersby, they went up a flight of stairs and, after a few steps, saw V's room.

"Right in front of the emergency exit, not a bad location," Leo casually remarked.

V was speechless and silently pulled out his electronic access card.

Just then, the short-haired woman standing against the wall suddenly spoke up: "What, sister, you've changed careers too?"

"a friend."

V spoke concisely, without saying much to the other party.

Swish—

The door opened automatically, and V led him inside, then turned around and locked the door from the inside.

Leo looked around excitedly as he walked inside, casually asking, "Who's that? Your friend?"

"A neighbor, but not very familiar with him."

V responded, then quickly walked past him to the bedside. "The bathroom is behind me. Go wash your hands and face. I need to tidy up."

Seeing her frantically tidying up the clothes scattered on the bed, Leo wisely refrained from going over to cause trouble.

He put down the burden in his hands and went into the bathroom.

There is a handwashing station at the entrance, and behind it is a half-length mirror that can be seen everywhere.

V, a young woman living alone on the street, is clearly a rather casual person; empty soda cans and plastic cups are scattered haphazardly on the counter.

Cosmetics and toiletries were placed together, with towels, a large jar that looked like protein powder, and a Japanese ceramic lucky cat next to them.

Unknown Soldier: Chapter Thirty-One: The Cleaners Attack

It has a very homey feel.

But... V's stereotypical image of being a ruthless and confrontational person was too deeply ingrained, and he really couldn't imagine V putting on makeup.

The good news is—we might see each other again in the future.

Turn on the tap.

The cool water, with a slight chlorine smell, relieved the discomfort in his right hand.

After washing his hands and face, he looked at the towel rack beside him and was puzzled.

Which of these four towels is for drying your hands?

Since it wasn't convenient to ask about such things, he simply adopted the traditional "shaking" method, shaking off the water droplets while exploring deeper into the water.

Since it's called a restroom... it's obviously a simple shower and a place to take care of personal hygiene.

These two places are exactly the same as they were decades ago, with no interesting things like high-tech toilets.

As they walked over, V's unique body odor, carrying a hint of gunpowder and an unknown cosmetic scent, became even stronger.

He really wanted to do a top-notch lung performance, but felt it would be impolite.

"Not okay yet?"

V's voice came from outside, helping him overcome his indecisiveness.

slip away...

He left the bathroom with light steps and saw that V had already made the bed—the sheets were wrinkled and the pillows were scattered everywhere. The only improvement was that the clothes that had been thrown around had been stuffed into some corner.

"I'm going to wash my hands too. If you need a drink, you can buy it yourself."

She casually tapped the vending machine next to the bed, making a soft bang.

After she left, Leo looked at the automatic beverage vending machine placed in the room with great interest.

Honestly, putting something like this in a personal room... what a genius invention!

If another snack vending machine came along, he could stay home for a week without going out.

He quickly glanced at the dozen or so drinks and bought two bottles of soda.

Unscrew the bottle cap.

The slightly bitter taste invigorated him.

When V returned, he saw V lying on his back in his favorite spot on the sofa, his eyes scanning the entire room like a scanner.

"You're quite the social butterfly..."

"Drink water!"

Leo interrupted her spellcasting with a drink.

V took the soda water, glanced at it, and said, "Uh... I prefer flavored soda; plain water tastes awful."

"It's good for your health."

"Fine……"

V hesitated for a moment, then sat on the other side of the sofa.

The two rested quietly for a few minutes. She put the empty can on the table and urged, "Okay, let's leave early and take you home so you can rest some more."

Leo was very reluctant; he wanted to stay in V's little nest a little longer, as there were still many details he hadn't seen clearly...

But seeing V's conflicted expression, he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you in such a hurry? It's only... a little past 3 p.m.

V took out Kenshin again and fiddled with him for a bit, but his brows still didn't relax.

"I have a bad feeling that we're being watched."

Leo was startled: "By whom?...Those black guys!?"

"I'm not sure. There are people everywhere here, and even I can't be sure where the danger is coming from."

"Then there's nothing more to say, let's go."

Leo knew he was still a weakling, and if he sensed danger, the best course of action was to retreat.

"Call a car first, and then stay close to me once we're out. Hopefully, it's just a false alarm."

A few minutes later, Delaman's car arrived.

The pneumatic door opened again, and the two hurriedly left the room.

"Wow, so fast?"

A female passerby made a joke, but no one responded.

Leo is now realizing how terrible this place is—there are "eyes" everywhere, and you can't tell who are genuine passersby and who are there to keep watch.

I got into the elevator without any problems, and the people riding with me seemed to be fine.

Upon arriving at the first floor, V hurried forward, his eyes occasionally flashing as he scanned the surroundings.

Dellaman's car was parked on the side of the road in front of the skyscraper's exit, with the two police cars not far away.

V breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Luckily, looks like we dodged a bullet today."

Get on the bus, verify your identity information, and set your destination.

Everything went smoothly... Yeah, right!

"grass--!"

Just minutes later, V unleashed a torrent of profanities and unlocked Kenshin's insurance.

"These bastards are just waiting for the cops to leave, or for us to leave on our own!"

"Delaman, can you go any faster!"

"Dear customer, we are already speeding. Continuing to accelerate will greatly increase the risk of a car accident."

Compared to V, Drumman's emotions are much more stable, after all, he is an AI.

Leo couldn't help but look up again at the black pickup truck following behind them.

"Don't look up! And don't draw your gun! Newbie, don't cause trouble!"

V forcibly pressed him down, making him lie face down on the car seat.

Leo knew she was right, but this meant he couldn't see anything anymore, and he felt really uncertain.

The engine's roar grew increasingly sharp, and the oppressive feeling from centrifugal force intensified.

Just as he was about to call Pure White to remotely hack into the car behind, Delaman looked at him and said, "Distinguished guest, please rest assured that Delaman's car is fully bulletproof and will ensure your safe arrival."

Leo's heart skipped a beat: "Do you have a camera in the back of your car? Connect the video to the monitor so I can see what's going on."

"No problem, your needs will definitely be met."

The next second, the screen above Leo switched views, allowing him to clearly see what was happening behind him—

The black truck roared over the shoulder, moving at an almost out-of-control speed, relentlessly chasing after them.

Through the car window, you can see that the two men in the front row are both black, and one of them looks somewhat familiar.

After a moment's thought, Leo remembered that he was the one who caused trouble in the elevator.

"Damn it, they spotted me while I was in the elevator!?"

V licked his lips, his eyes devoid of fear, filled only with a bloodthirsty impulse: "The cleaners... are just like hyenas. They tear people apart every day, and they can tell whether you're worth anything just by looking at you."

These guys clearly spotted us the moment they saw us; we can't shake them off no matter when we try to leave.

"These organ traffickers are really...be careful!"