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

"Then it's settled for now. Once I get the goods back, we'll go and meet this pastor!"

"Come on, let's toast to the 'big deal'!"

Leo raised his glass and invited everyone to clink glasses.

Then came the casual segment where people chatted and boasted.

Everyone got to know each other better, chatted and laughed, and a semblance of a harmonious team began to emerge.

After lunch, Jack and Sasha said goodbye and left.

Leo escorted them downstairs, and when he got home, he saw V clearing the dining table.

Her diligent demeanor really made her seem like the "mistress of the house."

He stopped and looked at him a few more times, until V raised his fist, issuing a silent warning.

"What are you looking at? Come and help!"

Leo shrugged and went over to obediently assist.

After getting ready, they closed the windows, drew the curtains, and began the second round of bullet-dodging training.

In a daze, Leo suddenly felt that this was even more than the four great bonds of life—this was a true, life-or-death friendship forged through hundreds of shots exchanged!

After finishing today's dumplings, the New Year celebrations are officially over. Tomorrow's update won't be this late; I'll try to post more. _(:з」∠)_

Anonymous: Chapter Sixty-Five - A Brief Separation

As time went by, the light filtering through the curtains went from dazzling to hazy.

As the first fiery clouds appeared on the horizon, the two reluctantly stopped their training for the day.

The main reason was that Leo couldn't hold on any longer and was once again knocked to his knees by V's iron fist.

The new addition to the bullet-dodging training—combat training—completely shattered his little bit of pride.

That feeling... when you clearly see through your opponent's attack, but because your body speed is too slow, you can only watch helplessly as the punches and kicks land on your body, is just awful.

He was like a child with perfect consciousness but a weak body, being relentlessly beaten by V, who was also equipped with Krenzikov.

Of course, it wasn't all without gains.

Judging from the fact that they only felt mentally exhausted despite the intense use of Krenchikov these past two days, it's clear that their "prosthetic capacity" is far from being at its limit. Once they get through the adaptation period, they can continue to be modified.

He'd heard V mention S.A.W. Steinstein several times already.

During dinner, V shared his experience with him while watching TV: "Krenzikov Model 2, this is the civilian version available on the market. Setting it to level 5 can increase your reaction speed by about 5 times. It can be further enhanced when combined with a synaptic accelerator and a reaction tuner."

Leo listened quietly, then suddenly noticed a small detail: "How do you know that level 5 is 5x? Have you tried it?"

"I tried it yesterday, and only switched it back to level 1 half an hour ago."

"How are you feeling?" Leo asked, somewhat curious.

"It's not good. Everything looks like it's in slow motion, like being trapped in a world at 0.2x speed. If you stay in this state for a long time, you'll definitely go crazy."

Leo nodded in agreement. He was still a little unaccustomed to first gear in normal conditions, let alone higher gears.

After dinner, it was time to relax. The two of them happily divided their tasks, one holding the computer and the other holding the TV, without disturbing each other.

*

2 month 24 day.

The first thing Leo did when he opened his eyes was to check the time travel countdown.

【08:35:05】

There are still eight and a half hours left; we should be able to travel to Gotham by 5 p.m.

[Father, you have three hours to stay at the transit station this time. I suggest you try to tidy up the server room layout to free up more space for loading trade goods.]

I know. Help me plan the layout of the space, and I'll start organizing as soon as I walk in.

[Command received, to be executed immediately.]

Work item +1.

Leo stretched and quickly got out of bed.

After a quick wash and breakfast, he took V and headed straight for the nearby gun shop.

It was an inconspicuous little street shop, much smaller than the Second Amendment, and the owner was a stern, middle-aged tough man.

Leo glanced at his personal account and began his final big purchase.

Two ordinary quality Lexington pistols, and a total of two thousand rounds of pistol ammunition.

After haggling, I bought 50 F-GX fragmentation grenades, each priced at 200 euros.

I bought 10 electromagnetic pulse grenades, each costing 300 euros.

As his shopping list grew, the shopkeepers started giving him strange looks.

50 fragmentation grenades, 10 electromagnetic pulse grenades... What's going on here? Is this guy the gang's purchasing agent?

Leo tried to ignore his strange look and quickly paid the bill.

My wallet has shrunk by 2 euros, leaving me with only a little over 5

He thought about it and decided that he should keep some money in his account just in case.

And so, the final preparations were completed hastily.

Back home, V, who had maintained a cool and collected demeanor the whole way, couldn't hold back any longer: "Hey, what are you going to do with all these grenades? Are you going back to see some big shot, or to assassinate him? Wait, I remember we're not allowed to bring explosives on planes..."

Leo didn't want to reveal his spatial abilities for the time being, so he gave a vague answer, saying that he would keep them at home as ammunition reserves.

V's face was full of disbelief: "Are you kidding me? If you're so capable, try putting a grenade under your bed and see if you can sleep soundly afterwards."

Leo glanced at her speechlessly, then actually carried the ammunition box upstairs.

V couldn't figure out what trick he was playing, but out of trust, she didn't pursue the matter further.

Everyone has secrets these days, as long as you don't do anything reckless.

After completing all the preparations, Leo sat on the sofa, enjoying his last moments of leisure.

He was about to go to Gotham, a place he knew no one or no friends, and he didn't know if he could make a good start.

V noticed that he was starting to feel down again, so she sat quietly on the sofa to show her support.

After a while, Leo cheered up and chatted with V while communicating with Pure White to confirm that she had recompiled the [Home Surveillance System] and that it was compatible with Gotham City's "old" operating system.

Time passed by, minute by minute, and soon it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

Leo took a deep breath, slammed the empty Coke bottle on the table, and stood up abruptly.

"It's time to get going, I need to go to the airport first."

"Ah."

V stood up, but before she could stand up completely, he pressed down on her shoulder.

“I can go by myself. I’ll have Delaman’s car take me. There won’t be any problems.”

“I’m a bodyguard, that’s what I do,” V said, still reluctantly.

Leo sighed: "Listen to me, you know that important people often have some quirks. The one I'm going to see is particularly paranoid; even the slightest change will displease him."

"Big shot... what a troublemaker."

V sat back on the sofa in frustration, scratching his head in annoyance.

Leo gave her one last look, picked up his silver suit jacket from the hanger, and pressed the elevator call button.

"See you in seven days, V. When I get back, I'll treat you to a feast, haha."

He laughed heartily twice, then turned and walked into the elevator.

Ding--

The elevator doors closed and it descended rapidly.

As the numbers rapidly decreased, V's heart began to race.

She couldn't quite describe her feelings; it was a complex emotion she had never experienced before.

All she knew was that she was annoyed!

Super annoying!

That kind of frustration where you want to smash something, vent your anger, or destroy something!

She got up and walked around the room a few times, finding fault with everything. Finally, she went to the window and looked down, just in time to see Leo get into the black Delaman car.

The vehicle sped away and disappeared at the end of the street.

This also brought the strange emotions in her heart to their peak.

She frowned and pondered for a long time before finally understanding part of it.

It turns out that... after the mysterious man who suddenly entered her life left, the city returned to its original state.

Reinforced concrete, skyscrapers, lofty corporations and struggling people at the bottom of society—life, which seemed to be changing, returned to its original trajectory after that 'variable' disappeared.

"Stupid place! Stupid Night City!"

She suddenly felt a strong urge to leave. If she could go to the East someday, perhaps she would see different scenery?

Now, she drew the curtains and walked back to the empty area at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hmm...we could hang a punching bag here, and get some dumbbells and other exercise equipment...we should also buy some Eggman powder. It's time to intensify his training so he can show off his skills when he gets back, instead of just taking the money and not doing anything!"

Turning troubles into motivation, street girl V – in intensive training!

Anonymous Soldier: Chapter Sixty-Six Pure White: "From now on, we are no longer father and daughter..."

"You have arrived at your destination. Please take your belongings with you."

Leo snapped out of his daze and looked at the screen in front of him.

Mandela smiled politely: "I wish you a pleasant life, my most distinguished guest, Mr. Leonard. Choose Mandela, and leave your troubles at the door."

"You too... See you next time."

Leo opened the car door and walked onto the sidewalk.

Looking around, Little Chinatown is still the same as before, with strangely dressed passersby coming and going, and noise and the pungent smell of smoke spreading in the air.

As soon as he appeared, more than a dozen eyes turned to him.

Curious, scrutinizing, ill-intentioned... a wide range of emotions fully demonstrate the biodiversity of the underprivileged in Watson District.

[Pure white, activate cognitive distortion protection.]

[Understood. You have five minutes to choose your return location for the next trip.]

In an instant, an invisible energy field unfolded around him.

Those who had been staring at him were momentarily dazed, then looked away and returned to their previous state.

This is one of the special features of singularity space.

A brief period of safety is provided for five minutes before and after the crossing. This prevents "locals" and various electronic devices from detecting an extra person appearing out of nowhere.

After the protection was activated, Leo became a physical "transparent person".

He walked quickly forward and arrived at his first stop in Night City—Misty's psychic house.

In the alley next to the shop, the prophet Gary was still incessantly spreading strange tales about Alpha Centauri and the lizardmen.

Leo glanced at him with interest and stood in front of Misty's shop.

He didn't choose to go inside; he just stood at the shop entrance.

This is fine. If he gets injured in Gotham and manages to survive until he escapes back to Night City, he can receive medical assistance from Vee as soon as possible.

Using this as a "return point" is definitely a good idea.

[Pure white, forging my biosignals, and gradually moving away from Night City along with the flight to China, creating the illusion that I'm returning home.]

【clear. 】