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

"Please wait a moment, I'll prepare your medicine, it will be ready soon."

Twenty minutes later, they each received three bottles of medicine.

"As usual, the red cap is a mild stimulant, and the blue cap is a painkiller and anti-inflammatory. This pneumatic syringe contains an immunosuppressant. If you experience symptoms resembling cyberpsychosis, use it immediately and come see me as soon as possible."

"Thanks, Old Wei."

Leo was genuinely touched. They had spent two thousand euros on this trip, but had taken away a prosthetic body worth eighty thousand euros. There was probably no other prosthetic doctor in the entire Night City who was so easy to talk to.

"It's nothing, please come and support my business more often in the future."

Old Wei sat back down in his chair and started playing a boxing match.

Leo waved to V, who was still moving around, and turned to him, saying, "I'll treat you to dinner next time. I think what I need most right now is a bed."

"Okay, remember, don't eat spicy or stimulating foods today, don't drink alcohol, and don't take a shower. Try to get as much rest as possible. With your combined physical condition, you'll feel much better tomorrow."

The two noted down the doctor's instructions and left the underground clinic together.

While waiting for the bus, V went to chat with Misty for a few minutes.

The two of them chatted and laughed, and seemed to get along really well.

Shortly after, the car that Leo had called, Delaman, arrived, and V reluctantly said goodbye to Misty.

As usual, they sat together in the back row. V turned to look at him:

"I originally thought you were bragging when you said you had a good eye for people, but I didn't expect it to be true. It really takes skill to find good people like Old Vi and Misty in Night City."

"That's right. Don't forget, I also found you, Jack, and Sasha. This is a skill that not everyone can learn."

As Leo was talking, he suddenly saw an anthill and couldn't help but think of something.

"Speaking of which, didn't you spend a long time in the Watson area? How come you don't know Old Vie? His clinic is just steps away from your apartment."

V opened his right hand, admiring the brand-new grip, its metallic sheen dazzling: "Old V is a licensed, legitimate doctor."

"Isn't having a license a good thing?" Leo asked, puzzled.

“Sigh, rich people just don’t know the hardships of life. Certified prosthetic doctors are certainly good, but… they’re expensive!” V sighed. “If you go to those unlicensed barefoot doctors, you can buy the same prosthetic body for half the price.”

"Really? Are those doctors' medical skills and their products reliable?"

"Of course it's unreliable. There might be 'slight' signs of use, there might be a small backdoor, or you might have bought a small factory product from a 'civilian technology' or 'unreliable' brand."

"You usually need a friend to accompany you to those kinds of clinics. If you die on the operating table, someone has to help collect the body, and also check the cause of death to decide whether or not to kill that idiot doctor."

V leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and talked to him about his experiences as a low-level mercenary.

Leo listened quietly, feeling as if he were listening to a legendary story.

The less glamorous side of Night City was slowly revealed to him through V's words, just the tip of the iceberg.

Back at the apartment, the two grabbed a quick bite and lay back down on the bed.

Having just had the implant installed, I felt a wave of weakness and fatigue emanating from my body.

Leo spent the rest of the day in a semi-conscious state.

*

Time flies and it is August 2nd.

At noon, the two had a sumptuous lunch.

Leo has finally made a full recovery.

"Uh-huh-"

He stretched out a big yawn, exhaling all the pent-up energy in his body, and immediately felt refreshed.

"I'm almost fully recovered, how about you?"

"Needless to say, I feel fantastic!"

V excitedly threw a punch in mid-air.

“I used to think I was pretty good among the street mercenaries, but I couldn’t compare to the elite mercenaries in the afterlife. Now that I’ve got my new cybernetic body, I dare say that even in the afterlife bar, my strength is above average.”

"Then we'll be counting on you when we go on missions."

"Hmph, just you wait and see, this money definitely won't be wasted!"

After resting for a while, V took the initiative to suggest sparring.

“Since we’ve all been equipped with Krenzikov, why don’t we try a training method I’ve heard of before?”

"what way?"

"Bullet-dodging training!"

"what!?"

Leo was shocked and before he could object, he saw V excitedly run into the elevator.

After disappearing for about fifteen minutes, V returned carrying an ammunition box.

"I went to the nearby weapons shop and bought some rubber bullets. Wait a moment."

She hurried into her room and returned with a familiar-looking handgun—the one that arms dealer Wilson jokingly called a "cheap secondhand gun."

Leo was speechless: "Why did you keep this gun?"

"What do you think an armory is for? Keeping a few guns on hand is always useful. For example, right now, if I really loaded Kenshin with rubber bullets, I could still shoot you bloody."

After replacing the old gun with a rubber bullet, V opened his right hand and showed him a coin.

"This is a commemorative coin from old America. The obverse features a portrait, and the reverse features a building. Let's play a coin toss game. The winner can give the loser a whole bunch of coins."

Her tone was utterly calm, but Leo trembled with fear.

“Is it necessary to make such a big deal?”

"Krenchikov can enhance nerve reflexes, which, to put it bluntly, is used to dodge bullets. If you don't train like this, do you want to train in real combat?"

Leo was speechless.

What she said seems to make sense...

"Then I'll bet on heads!"

Ding--

The coin was launched into the air and spun as it fell to the ground.

V didn't reach out to catch it, letting the coin fall to the ground and bounce several times.

The final result is—the opposite.

"You lost, what a pity..."

She said she regretted it, but the corners of her mouth were turned up in a crazy smile.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pointed directly at us.

Leo confirmed once again—V is probably somewhat violent...

Anonymous: Chapter Sixty-Three V Zhentian, Die! Die!!

"Step back, further back, don't stand in front of the window, be careful not to break the glass."

V kept shaking the gun barrel, his expression eager to try.

Leo was "coerced" and could only circle around the room, looking for a suitable "burial place".

Finally, he stood in front of the elevator and randomly found something to block the elevator's control panel.

Standing here, there's no need to worry about damaging the furniture, and it maximizes the distance between you and V—she's standing by the floor-to-ceiling window at the bar, about twenty meters apart.

"That's too far. Indoor combat usually takes no more than ten meters. Considering you're a beginner, I won't force you."

First, put the Krenchikov on level 3 and get used to it for a minute or two. For the first round, let's do something simple. I'll point out the firing positions before you fire.

Leo took a deep breath and shifted the Krenzikov to 3rd gear.

In fact, controlling this kind of prosthetic body is not that complicated. Once the prosthetic body adapts to his mind, he can freely control it with a thought.

But since it's only been installed for a day, he still prefers manual mode to be on the safe side.

The implant released a weak electric current in his spine, causing him to involuntarily shudder.

Then, time slows down, and the feeling of everything being in slow motion is recreated.

He stretched his body and waved his hand in front of him.

Under the influence of the lights, his palms left afterimages, creating a dazzling effect reminiscent of a martial arts master.

After getting used to it for a while, he gave a thumbs-up to V in the distance, indicating that he was ready.

V didn't waste any words, immediately raising his gun and aiming—

"Right foot."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, gunshots rang out.

Slightly slower than the sound came the rubber bullets that suddenly burst forth from the black muzzle of the gun.

Leo's eyes widened, and he focused all his attention on the bullet.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment, and everything around became blurry and slow.

Only the trajectory of that bullet was crystal clear to him.

He saw it!

The high-speed spinning bullet sliced ​​through the air, drawing a straight black line between the muzzle of the gun and his right foot.

In this incredible "bullet time," Leo's brain worked at an extraordinary speed, making the decision to lift his foot without thinking.

The next second, he lifted his right foot slightly by a few centimeters, letting the bullet graz the sole of his shoe.

It worked!

But it wasn't a complete success...

Leo looked down at his feet. He had almost failed to dodge, and the reason was that his body speed couldn't keep up with his mental reaction speed.

V's voice drifted over from afar: "Krenzikov is different from Sianwistan; it only enhances your reaction speed, not your movement speed. You'll have to spend a lot of time getting used to this awkward feeling of thinking fast and moving slowly."

"Stop spacing out, this time it's the left shoulder."

boom!

……

Gunshots rang out incessantly, and Leo, like an acrobat, kept dodging and weaving.

With my mind highly focused, I didn't realize it was time for the final shot.

"Chest."

boom!

He suddenly turned to the side, his body twisting at an exaggerated angle, narrowly avoiding the rubber bullet.

The bullet whistled past his chest, creating a piercing sound, and finally struck the safety door behind him, leaving a shallow bullet hole.

so close,

However, they still managed to avoid it.

His record was 10 out of 20 shots hit, and he successfully dodged 10 bullets, achieving a 50% dodge success rate!

Leo was panting heavily, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His heart pounded like a drum, bringing with it a joyful urge to run away.

He actually saw the bullet's trajectory and managed to dodge it.

With this ability, his sense of security increased significantly.

For someone who is afraid of death, nothing is more joyful than having a means to save their life!

As he leaned on his knees, panting heavily, V quietly approached him and patted him on the shoulder with the butt of his gun.

"For your first training session, you did very well. But don't be too arrogant. If you really encounter a battle, try to find cover first."