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She wanted to defend herself by saying that she was just a bodyguard.

but……

Is a street mercenary worthy of a daily salary of 1000 and a good gun worth 2?

Even she herself felt that this was not a bodyguard... but a sponsor...

The gun in her hand suddenly became hot, and she wanted to throw it back to show her firm stance that she would never be bought by money.

But her right hand came alive, had its own ideas, and held the gun handle tightly.

V was desperate - money was such an inconvenient thing that it could make her so embarrassed even if it turned into any other form.

Leo saw V's dilemma, but this was what he wanted, so he pretended not to care and said, "I've bought the gun, go practice!"

V nodded frantically and fled to the door first.

She didn't want to see Wilson again for at least a week. There was no good thing he could say when he opened his mouth.

Wilson enthusiastically escorted them out of the armory and repeatedly told them they were welcome to come back.

After leaving the safe area, V quickly adjusted his status and entered alert mode.

Seeing her holding the gun directly in her hand, Leo couldn't help but ask, "Shouldn't you hide the gun? A good gun is also a valuable item."

"No, not all high-value items need to be hidden. On the contrary, if you expose your combat prosthesis and good equipment, others will know that you are not easy to mess with."

She raised her chin slightly, motioning Leo to look straight ahead.

On a bench against the wall sat a black man in a yellow T-shirt, holding a Zuo Lun pistol of unknown model. When he saw the two men, he raised the gun and pointed it at them in a pretentious manner.

Leo had no doubt that if he was the only one here and was unarmed, the black guy might rush up and rob him.

But obviously not this time.

V followed suit and raised his gun, pointing it towards him.

Brother Hei became obedient instantly, lowered his head and began to study the floor tiles under his feet.

"Look, in Watson District, if you want to live well, you must first let people know that you are not easy to mess with."

After that, V took him into the shooting training ground.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a service counter on the left where you can rent guns, buy bullets, and purchase access to the training ground.

A male employee was standing inside. When he saw the two of them, he said, "Welcome. The boss said you can use the training ground for free. Please come in."

"Thanks."

Leo nodded to him and followed V inside.

Maybe everyone went to work in the afternoon, so there were not many people in the training ground at this time.

V led him straight to the innermost target track.

"You have no experience, let me teach you the correct gun holding posture and aiming techniques, come on."

Leo took a deep breath and pulled out the pistol from his waist.

"No, move your hands down a little, you can't hold it steadily like this."

"Keep your wrist straight. The recoil from firing a gun is quite strong."

"You are still a novice, try to use the scope..."

The meticulous female instructor taught him for a full quarter of an hour before allowing him to open the safety and begin practical training.

"Remember, never point your gun at your own people."

"Put on your noise-isolating earmuffs. Let's get started. Shoot at the fixed targets first."

Click.

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-

The recoil, which was neither too strong nor too weak, kept hitting Leo's wrist, but it gave him a refreshing feeling as if he was rushing into an air-conditioned room from outdoors in the summer.

This is a gun!

The embodiment of violent aesthetics and the cornerstone of power and wealth!

bang bang bang-

At the 50-meter target, not a single bullet missed the target out of 20 shots. For a novice, it’s like cheating!

Of course, it was indeed cheating - "Craftsman" was a reflex sight, and its built-in red aiming dot helped Leo a lot.

Later, in order to hit the headshot every time, he even turned on the assistance of the prosthetic eye scanner, which made him seem like he was being assisted by God!

"Newbies should just aim with their naked eyes. You are not a sniper, so why bother using the 4x or 6x optical zoom?"

V tapped her arm in dissatisfaction.

"One of the entry-level hacker techniques is to [restart the prosthetic eye]. If you rely too much on the scanner of the prosthetic eye, you will suffer a great loss sooner or later. Even if the prosthetic eye you use is a high-end one, it will malfunction temporarily when attacked by hackers."

"I see."

Leo humbly accepted the advice and opened the ammunition box to change bullets.

Then he sighed silently: Shooting is fun, but changing bullets is a funeral procession.

Even with the help of the loader, he still had some difficulty changing the bullet the first time.

No wonder Wilson gave so many magazines, loading bullets is so slow.

"Go ahead, use up 100 rounds of ammunition first to practice your skills."

"It's only 200 rounds, who are you looking down on? Look, I'll fire rounds first!"

Leo made a bold statement and began to practice shooting under V's careful instruction.

*

I do not know how long it has been.

"How about that! 2 rounds!"

Leo forced a smile.

"Are your hands numb?" V raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I said 200 rounds, so that's 200 rounds!"

"So, are your hands numb?"

"whispering sound……"

Leo paid the price for his recklessness - his right hand felt numb and a little swollen.

"You don't have a grip, or a ballistic co-processor, and your arms and bones don't have prostheses. It's normal to feel a little uncomfortable now. You'll get used to it after a while."

V opened his hand and showed him the metal grip on it.

Leo took a closer look and found that the one she was wearing now seemed even worse than the one she bought on credit at the beginning of the game, and it showed some signs of wear and tear.

And...a part of the skin on my palm was cut off, and it hurts just thinking about it.

He subconsciously reached out to touch V's palm and rubbed the black leather part.

V quickly retracted his hand and raised his eyebrows again: "What are you doing!"

"Is the brown part also skin? Can it feel like skin when touched?" Leo pretended to be calm.

"The upper part is simulated skin, and the lower part is normal skin. Of course, there is feeling."

V clenched his hands uncomfortably, as if he was not used to being touched by others.

"Okay, that's all for today's shooting training. Don't hurt your arm. Shall I take you back next, or do you have other plans?"

Nobody: Chapter 30: Night City's famous attractions - V's cozy home

"I want to buy two sets of boxing protective gear so you can teach me to fight indoors. My apartment is big enough for training."

"You still want to learn fighting?"

"What else? Will the thugs in Night City not rush over and beat me up close just because I'm the 'protected person'?"

Leo spread his hands, looking depressed.

V felt that there was some truth in what he said. There were all kinds of crazy people in Night City. As long as they took a sip before the battle, they would dare to charge forward with baseball bats in hand and die.

But…indoor training, still at his house.

Why is this so awkward...

Looking at V's uncertain expression, Leo knew it was time to raise the price!

"Train with me every day in shooting and fighting. This is really not the bodyguard's job. Let me pay you an extra 300 euros a day for coaching. This is the first week's money."

[You are transferring money to an unknown account, please confirm that it is you who is doing this. ]

【confirm. 】

[Transfer amount 2100 euros, waiting for the other party's confirmation...]

"!?"

Here we go again!

"What's the big deal about having a few stinky bucks?"

V originally wanted to say that, but 300 a day is 9000 a month...what he gave was really too much.

[The transfer was successful, and 2100 euros were debited from your personal account. ]

She should just bear with it a little longer. Her instinct didn't tell her to call the police anyway - the generous employer in front of her had no ill will towards her.

"...Okay, turn left when you go out. There is an open-air boxing ring and a gym not far away. The owner and coach there is also an acquaintance of mine."

V walked him out while looking at his gradually filling wallet.

Leo put away his gun, swung his hands and followed her.

Walking out of the indoor [Second Amendment] gun store, they came outdoors.

The sunlight struggled to penetrate the thick white fog, bringing a hazy light here.

Leo walked to the railing and looked up.

The curvature of the neck was bent to the limit and the sky could not be seen.

The U-shaped skyscraper is like an insurmountable well wall, confining the people inside to the bottom of the well called the "bottom of society."

The white mist spewing out from various pipes represents the helpless sighs of the lower-class people.

Looking down, it seems to be a small market with many simple vendors and countless tiny pedestrians, just like... hardworking ants.

Ant nest,

Looking around the densely packed floors and corridors again, Leo suddenly felt that this nickname was very appropriate.

"Don't look at it. I won't take you to the service plaza. It's basically a black market there, selling all kinds of contraband of unknown origin. Try not to go there if you have nothing to do."

V looked around warily and quietly urged him to move.

"Is it necessary to be so nervous?"

Leo always felt that V was the most conspicuous one around here - she looked nervous.

"I've never been a bodyguard before, so how would I know what a bodyguard should do?"

V anxiously observed every passerby, looking for potential threats.

She is used to being a lone wolf and is not really used to this kind of personal bodyguard job.

"Okay, let's go, let's finish this quickly and leave."

Leo continued to move forward obediently.

When he arrived at the boxing ring, he found that it was so simple that there was not even a rope. It was just a raised area of the ground serving as a sparring area.

Next to it is a gym, which is also very simple and has some locals working out inside.

The bald coach sitting on the sidelines saw V and called out, "Hey, V, over here."

V walked over with Leo and introduced the two to each other.