In the "Rip-Off" bar, an alcohol-tested anti-Ziboist fighter, the legendary Gianni Silverarm, is dealing with a bottle of Mexican imported tequila in front of her.
Agave is a tropical plant native to Mexico. It has been a Mexican winemaking process since ancient times. The process of making it into wine is extremely complicated and requires patience, and its initial manifestation lies in planting.
Agave matures once every eight years. After being exposed to sunlight and accumulating enough sugar, workers will use machetes and axes to cut off the sword-shaped leaves and rhizomes of the agave, leaving only the pineapple-like agave bones, which are sent to the processing plant.
Just like brewing tequila, tasting tequila also requires patience.
And Johnny Silverarm, an old drinker who drank until all that was left in her liver was alcohol, knew this well.
I saw her petite figure sitting on a stool, her slender fingers sticking out from her baggy sweatshirt, fiddling with the glassware in front of her that looked like it had flowed out of a laboratory.
Judging from the bubble-shaped glass covers of different sizes and the alcohol lamp with blue flames, this thing should function like a distiller.
With Gianni's operation, this simple distiller started working.
She raised herself up and poured the clear tequila from the retort into the bottle.
The wine was burned in the round belly of the bottle by an alcohol lamp with flames coming out from the bottom. The rising steam blurred the wall of the cup, but more of it went out through a duck-bill-shaped nozzle.
And there, there was already a little nose waiting there, wrinkling its nose bridge and trying its best to stretch its nostrils.
"Hmm~, testing...it feels so good!"
Johnny felt the wine vapor flowing down her nose and into her gas sensory system in her chest.
Feeling the data characteristics and stimulation of the wine being read by the receptors, she tilted her head back in comfort and let out a soul-stirring moan, her two big eyeballs even rolling up.
This is Cyberjohnny's electronic way of drinking.
There's no way. Her body is now full of electronic parts and it's waterproof. She can't digest anything with juice, except liquefied petroleum gas.
Instead, she could only use this clumsy method to feel the stimulation brought by the wine again.
"......Is that girl really okay? Head."
There is no need for her to explain to anyone what she has done in her life.
So, she did all this in front of all the customers in the bar.
And this fierce job of pumping out alcohol vapor obviously attracted the attention of everyone present.
Everyone held their breath and watched the short girl's operation until she had finished a round and was enjoying the aftertaste. Some people couldn't believe what they saw.
Is this something that a human could make?
Oh, a bunch of idiots.
But it was obvious that Johnny was not the kind of person who would be swayed by external things.
I remember that time when she was on the rooftop of Arasaka Tower, she was hit by a heavy hammer, but she didn't even make a sound.
Even if I have been reduced to a female body and can only waste time in this bar, so what.
She will come back sooner or later.
Well, thinking of this, Jiaoni quickly moved to the pipe mouth and took a puff, and her short legs swayed with pleasure.
Of course, sometimes wishes are at odds with reality.
At least the way Johnny looks now, no one can associate her with the number one terrorist in Night City's history.
She was now wearing hot pants and a baggy sweatshirt, and it was difficult for her to show her head. Apart from exciting some perverts with special hobbies, her appearance had no additional benefits at all.
It's a pity that she can no longer use her old image of a decadent fighter with messy hair and untidy beard to trick girls into bed.
This might be the real purpose of Roger's approval of Bai Rui's Johnny's female body plan.
......
"welcome."
The sex dolls that Bai Rui had rescued with Judy in the past had nowhere to go because they had offended the Tiger Claw Gang, so Bai Rui let them work as waiters in the bar, serving drinks, wiping tables, etc., which was also a way to make a living.
And the green-haired girl who welcomes guests at the door is one of them.
After working for a while, they have already gotten used to the suits and their etiquette and manners are impeccable.
When she bowed respectfully and tried to put on a polite smile as usual and lead the guest to an empty seat, the smile froze before it could even start.
Just as she approached the guest, the green-haired girl suddenly stopped.
Inexplicably, her stomach suddenly churned, and the sudden greasy and disgusting feeling that spread from all parts of her body immediately took away her senses, leaving only a strange feeling of nausea.
The girl endured the intense discomfort brought about by the suffocating feeling of nausea and suffocation in order not to make a fool of herself in front of the customers.
Even though she didn't know what was wrong with her, her body suddenly behaved like this.
It was only then that she saw clearly the appearance of the guest who walked into the bar.
This is a strange person.
He should be a man, tall and strong, but his whole body is covered in a loose tan windbreaker, and even the hands that are not covered by the windbreaker are wearing leather gloves.
His face wasn't revealed either, hidden by the raised folds of his windbreaker.
In the end, only a pair of eyes were exposed on the body.
When her gaze shifted to those eyes, the green-haired girl felt dizzy and could hardly stand.
Because those bloodshot, bulging eyes were a creepy green.
As if he felt the girl's gaze, his cloudy pupils stained green turned smoothly, looking down at the girl whose hands and feet were trembling because of some kind of terrified imagination.
An inexplicable power came, completely overwhelming the green-haired girl's mind.
Her hands and feet couldn't stop shaking, as if the only things in the world now were those empty, indifferent green eyes.
It was not until this mysterious man stepped into the bar that she stepped back in a trance, and the suffocating feeling that seemed to have frozen in the air disappeared.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
When her companions saw that something was wrong with the green-haired girl, they quickly came over and supported her as she was about to fall to the ground.
But this still couldn't suppress the fear in the girl's trembling eyes.
She looked at the figure walking into the bar and finally remembered that she had seen the green there.
It was clearly the same color as the green solution they were forced to inject every day in the basement of the abandoned building.
And now, he walked into the bar.
......
"What do you need, sir?"
The bartender who was chatting with his colleagues at the bar stopped talking and came over to greet the customer when he saw someone coming.
However, when he saw the man's strange attire and exaggerated figure, the remaining smile on his lips suddenly froze.
What the hell is this zombie monster?
The bar where the mercenary worked part-time had no service spirit of "customers are God", and he immediately thought of this bad word.
However, out of a little bit of ethics in his temporary job, he still forced himself to ask the customer what he needed.
The tall, mysterious man completely covered by a windbreaker did not answer the bartender first. He waved his windbreaker and then sat down on the high stool in front of the bar with his heavy body.
Listening to the teeth-grinding creaking sound coming from the chair, the bartender felt his teeth tingling and he doubted whether the chair could hold up.
Back to the mysterious man.
Green eyes moved slowly, and the head twisted in a circle at a steady pace, taking in the entire bar's layout before finally looking down at the bartender who was almost unable to hold back his awkward smile.
"A bottle...of beer."
His voice was dry, and he even hesitated about what he was saying, as if he hadn't spoken for so long that he doubted whether others could still understand his language.
"A beer, all right."
The bartender shook his head and finally spoke.
He thought the guy in front of him was really a zombie.
Shaking his head and laughing at himself for having a rich imagination from reading too many comics, the bartender turned around and tried to take a big green stick out of the freezer.
But he didn't notice it when he turned around.
The tall man's hand slowly rose towards him.
The hand was wrapped in a light brown leather glove of unknown material, as big as a palm leaf fan. After that, the bandaged wrist was exposed due to the movement.
Things got weird, and no one in the bar noticed the dangerous action happening here.
Just as the knuckles of his thumb began to exert force inch by inch and twisted into eagle claws, as if the iron tower-like body was going to rush forward in the next second and tear the head of the bartender with his back to him into pieces.
A voice rang out, interrupting everyone.
"Whatever wonderful ideas you have, just stop them and get out of this bar, understand?"
As a clear human voice sounded and a cocking sound was heard, the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at the mysterious man's head.
This is not someone else.
It was Johnny Silverarm who was sitting just outside the two seats of the mysterious man, with a wine distiller in front of her.
But at this time, the ecstasy brought by the alcohol vapor was no longer in her eyes. Her childish face was full of vigilance, and her dark brown eyes were fixed on the mysterious man wrapped in a yellow windbreaker.
Even though she was holding a gun, Jiaoni still had a serious look in her eyes and did not dare to relax even for a moment.
This bar is full of idiots.
The murderous aura of this piece of shit in front of me has been filling my nose like the stench of fermented garbage since the moment I walked in. How come no one noticed it?
Whatever this guy is.
But the only thing that Johnny could be sure of was that this guy definitely didn't come here to drink.
This bar is in trouble.
......
"what happened?"
"what happened?"
Johnny's sudden movement and displayed gun caught the attention of everyone in the bar.
Unlike the ordinary customers who were stunned, the Hive mercenaries who were on duty everywhere or having fun at the wine table stood up immediately.
He grabbed the gun beside him, walked quickly forward, and aimed it at the big man in the yellow windbreaker.
The girl-like guy is one of ours, so the problematic one is the big guy in front of us with unknown origin and a weird atmosphere around him.
"Sorry, customers, this is an emergency, please leave!"
"Keep your head down and get out of here!"
Several mercenaries at the door also rushed over.
The green-haired girl had recovered enough to warn them, and they knew something was wrong.
They started to disperse the customers immediately.
It must be said that these Hive mercenaries are indeed veterans who have retired from the battlefield.
In less than half a minute, the bar was empty, leaving only the mysterious man who was holding a gun and staring vigilantly at the bar.
And in this tense silence.
The mysterious man stretched out his hand, but slowly moved under everyone's nervous gaze.
Chapter 175 A second health bar appeared on the screen!!!
"Sir, you are not welcome in our bar. Please leave."
The atmosphere in the bar was tense.
Looking at the motionless weirdo, the two Hive mercenaries looked at each other and prepared to step forward to subdue this weird guy.
"Stop."
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