In Night City, I was picked up by a female V

Really needed.

Seeing Veronica approaching her, Jessica shrugged, opened the door and walked out.

......

The doors and windows of the bar were bright, letting in the dazzling sunlight.

The lazy and slow gospel music is playing, which fits the lazy atmosphere of the afternoon.

There weren't many people in the bar, only a few tables where the mercenaries Jessica had seen earlier were sitting.

These should all be members of this gang. What’s their name, um, Honey?

Oh, yes, the beehive.

Looking at the murals on the wall, Jessica remembered the name of this group of people.

I walked to the empty bar, and saw a tall woman in a military green windbreaker wiping cups at the back.

This is also someone in the gang.

Jessica was sure of this as she looked at the honeycomb tattoo on the other person's forearm.

"A tequila old fashioned."

Sitting on a barstool, Jessica knocked on the bar, attracting the attention of the absent-minded bartender.

"Tequila, okay, vodka is on sale today, would you like a drink?"

"Vodka? Go away. Even dogs won't drink something mixed with alcohol like that."

Jessica waved her hands, like she was shooing away a fly.

Everyone has different preferences, and wine is no exception, but Jessica's impolite words still made the Hive mercenary who was holding a glass of vodka at the table behind her clench his glass.

"Okay, Tequila Old Fashioned."

The ponytailed bartender raised an eyebrow, but still poured a glass and placed it in front of Jessica.

Anyway, she was just a guy who was pulled in to fill in as a bartender, so she didn't react much to Jessica's prejudice.

"What about you, sister."

After serving the blonde girl, the bartender turned his attention to the purple-haired girl who sat down on the chair without saying a word.

"Ah, then, do you have any juice, the non-alcoholic, sugar-free kind?"

Veronica obviously didn't expect to be greeted.

Because of her previous job, she never drank alcohol, so when asked, she could only stammer and say it was juice.

"Juice? It has to be sugar-free? Pfft!"

"I say, which monastery did you come from? You are so pure."

Hearing Veronica's strange request, Jessica laughed out loud on the spot.

Not only her, but also several Hive mercenaries at the table behind her who heard the noise laughed.

But this laughter sounded like a mockery to Veronica. In torture, she clenched her fists and lowered her head.

"Is it okay if we don't have a cup?"

Only the bar took out a can of sugar-free flavored drink that met Veronica's requirements from the freezer and placed it in front of her without any concern.

Even opened the lid considerately.

"Thanks....."

Veronica whispered a thank you.

......

Two beautiful girls with completely different styles came to the bar, and obviously attracted the attention of the Hive mercenaries who were relaxing in the bar.

"If you ask me, that blonde girl is still the hottest one."

"Go, how can you be as pretty as that purple-haired girl? My god, that face is more tender than an egg white bar."

"Uh, I don't think it's as good looking as the boss..."

Several young mercenaries were arguing about who was prettier, but a guy among them wearing a black vest and bulletproof jacket remained silent, his eyes fixed on the profile of the purple-haired Veronica.

"Hey Dixie, no matter how pretty she is, you shouldn't do this. Don't scare her."

Several mercenaries burst into laughter when they saw their companions looking so shameless that their eyes were about to pop out.

"Go, go, don't make trouble."

But the guy named Dipsy was in no mood to play around with his companions. He looked at Veronica with eyes that became even more passionate as his guess was confirmed.

"Really? I'm sure I'm not seeing things."

In the end, he stood up in a daze, didn't even drink the wine, pulled out his chair and walked straight to the bar.

"Veronica?"

When her name was called behind her, Veronica, who was sipping juice, suddenly paused.

Afterwards, the excited voices and footsteps became more and more rapid, blocking Veronica before she could escape.

"It's true Veronica, oh my god, I-I'm so excited!"

The young man Dixie grabbed his head, his facial features magnified, and he looked more excited than the believers who saw the resurrection of Jesus.

"Don't be afraid, I'm your fan. I've been listening to your songs since high school!"

"'Angel's Tears', that song was very popular in Watson area at that time, I bought four collector's editions!"

As the Desi boy spoke excitedly, he did not notice that Veronica's body was shaking uncontrollably.

She lowered her head, her pupils trembling wildly, and her mouth spoke in pale denial.

"I'm not...I'm not..."

But she was so panicked that her voice was barely audible.

No one heard it except Jessica who was holding a glass of wine nearby.

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"Although I don't know why you haven't released any new songs, it doesn't matter. I'm so happy to see you today!"

Dipsy was still talking, and his whole body seemed to be enveloped by pink bubbles, just like a fan who met his idol.

But Veronica only felt fear.

Even felt like vomiting.

"No, I'm not, you're wrong, I'm not..."

She was not happy at all to be recognized by fans, she just felt extremely painful.

She wanted to stand up and run away, but her legs felt so weak from fright that she could barely stand.

"Okay, that's enough."

Helplessly trapped in a whirlpool of panic, this sudden female voice was undoubtedly the sound of nature.

But it came from an unexpected person.

It's Jessica.

She stood up and stood in front of Veronica.

"You got the wrong person, man, she's not Veronica."

"How is it possible? How could I be wrong?"

Looking at the blonde woman standing in front of him, Dipsy didn't believe it.

"What a pity! The earth still revolves around the sun. This world is so wonderful."

While Dipsy was still wondering whether he had made a mistake, Jessica moved quickly, picked up the dazed Veronica and left the bar.

......

Veronica didn't come to her senses until she was clamped by Jessica like cartilage and put on the bed after returning to the room.

Jessica sighed plaintively and leaned back on the stool.

She hasn't had enough wine yet.

Just came back.

"Um, thank you."

Covering her chest, Veronica finally managed to even out her breathing. She looked at Jessica with complicated eyes and thanked her in a low voice.

Jessica waved casually.

"You're quite famous, a singer?"

After sitting for a while, Jessica came back to her senses from the regret of not drinking enough to get dizzy, and looked at Veronica sitting on the bed and asked curiously.

"Um....."

At this point, Veronica did not deny it and nodded.

"Then why did you come..."

Originally, Jessica wanted to ask Veronica why she came to do this job, but when she saw her lonely expression, she understood.

In this city, everyone has their troubles.

So Jessica kept silent and didn't ask any more questions.

......

The night passed and nothing happened.

Jessica, as she said, didn't touch Veronica at all.

She was sleeping soundly and even grinding her teeth.

It is obvious that the words "go with the flow" have been taken to the extreme.

Veronica, on the other hand, tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep at all.

In the darkness of the night, people are forced to face their own hearts, and all disguises are removed. As usual, Veronica resents herself and feels sad.

She was crying in the moonlight.

It wasn't until the early morning that she managed to fall asleep for a while.

"I have to go out for a while to do something, personal business."

Veronica was awakened by a noise, and when she opened her eyes she saw Jessica holding an unlit cigarette and inserting several magazines into the waistband of her jeans.

"Turn off the recording chip and take a break. I'll be back around noon."

Pulling the bolt of the pistol with a crisp click, Jessica, holding a cigarette in her mouth, glanced at Veronica who was still wrapped in the quilt, and gave the order.

"What are you going to do?"

In a daze, Veronica looked at the gun in Jessica's hand, somewhat puzzled.

"Nothing, just a daily street routine, urging some unconscious guys to pay their debts. People still have to do some serious things, don't they?"

Jessica instructed, inserting the gun into the holster beside her thigh.

"There's breakfast left for you on the table. Take care of her after you wash up."

After saying that, Jessica closed the door and left, leaving Veronica on the bed, looking at the charcoal-grilled ribs on the table in a daze.

Um, does anyone eat this for breakfast?

......

Veronica turned off the recording chip.

She was so excited yesterday that she almost forgot that this thing existed in her head.