V felt she had spent a fulfilling night and morning.
She got what she wanted last night, and this morning she scammed another thousand eurodollars.
That was a thousand eurodollars! Rounding up, it's almost a hundred million.
V was very happy, and when happy, she needed something even happier to celebrate, like teasing her little girlfriend.
Opening the video she recorded last night, V skillfully dragged the progress bar, freezing the frame at a certain cute angle she particularly liked.
Screenshotting it, she forwarded it to Berry, along with the text: "I miss you (^_?)☆".
The entire sequence of actions was completed in one go.
In the car, the corner of V's mouth curled up unconsciously. She could already imagine her little girlfriend stamping her feet, face flushed with embarrassment.
V's guess was spot on. When Berry picked up the Holographic Glasses, thinking it was important information, her own embarrassing image suddenly flashed into view, and she instantly flushed crimson with shame and indignation.
That damned V!
Berry snatched off the Holographic Glasses and threw them violently onto the table, too angry to speak.
This V, she just had to rub salt in the wound, didn't she?
She had deliberately forced herself to forget what happened last night, treating it as if it never occurred. But seeing this image of herself, a 4K ultra-high-definition screenshot no less, those unbearable memories instantly flooded back.
Memories of being pinned down and done 'that and that' to, then trembling and fainting in a daze—how could she possibly want to recall that?
No, no, it's fake! It's photoshopped!
Berry shook her head in denial.
A grown man like her absolutely could not make that expression; wouldn't that make her completely a woman?
As a Cyberpunker, she absolutely would not succumb to Feminization.
Let's set that matter aside for now.
V is fine—after all, she's my girlfriend, and a little unconventional flirtation now and then is normal. But Stott, she's the real heavyweight.
She actually told me to go to the Keep It Quiet Motel.
How could she not know that place? In the game, Female V was cornered there by that Old Auntie Stott.
That was a tragically unbearable battlefield in memory.
Who could forget?
This Stott, failing to hook up with Female V, she now wants to hook up with Arno. Her intentions are truly wicked.
Arno hasn't even been out of the factory for half a year. How could you, Stott, bring yourself to do this?
However, despite cursing her out internally, Berry still obediently controlled Arno to go.
Her ten thousand yuan were still with Stott. Losing virtue is a small matter; losing money is a big one. Berry knew how to prioritize.
"Now broadcasting local news: The NCPD armory has recently been upgraded with the addition of Militech's Centaur Exoskeleton Armor. The authorities have ordered twenty Centaur Armors, which will be used for public security patrols and MAX-TAC duty..."
"A grand signing ceremony was held at City Hall, attended jointly by Night City Police Chief Coolidge and Militech Director of Government Relations Meredith Stott..."
Stott, still in her sharp corporate attire, leaned back in her chair, holding a PDA and watching the broadcast on News Channel 54. On the screen, she looked heroic and stylish as she spoke passionately at the podium.
This was the scene Arno saw when he pushed open the door.
Berry breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Stott wasn't waiting for him with 'X'-shaped black tape pasted over her headlights.
"What, admiring your appearance on stage?" Arno closed the door, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite Stott.
"Hmph..." Stott let out a scornful laugh, closed the PDA, and her sharp gaze shifted to Arno. "Isn't this why we roll around in this mud pit?"
Stott stood up, her legs encased in black stockings, pacing in her high heels. She grabbed Arno's shoulder and walked a circle around him.
"Money, power, fame... struggling in this corporate world that devours people whole, is it really for responsibility or honor? Bullshit. I'm here to get everything." Stott tore off the facade of respectability she wore on TV, pouring out her true desires.
"In this world, you either step on others to rise, or you get stepped on yourself. I don't care what those melancholic philosophers spout. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak."
In this small motel room, away from the media and subordinates, Stott freely unleashed the ambition hidden beneath her icy exterior upon Arno, the Mercenary.
"It's better to be a wolf than a sheep. That's my philosophy!"
As she spoke her declaration, Stott's eyes flashed with intensity, and her long, slender fingers whitened as she tightened her grip on Arno's shoulder.
Unfortunately, Arno was a robot, and Stott's strength was roughly equivalent to a tickle to him.
"Yes, beautifully said. But where is my money?"
Berry thought: Alright, alright, say whatever you want, but where is my lovely little money?
"Heh heh, you Mercenaries are certainly blunt." Stott, who felt like she was casting pearls before swine, wasn't annoyed. Instead, she smiled, sat back down, crossed her stocking-clad legs, and pulled a thick wad of cash from a black plastic bag nearby.
Hmm, nice. What is this? Its name is Money. In this Damn world, it can solve all your troubles. In backward eras, you might have said that no amount of money could buy time, but now? With money, you can even achieve eternal life.
But just as Arno reached out, Stott pulled her hand back, leaving Arno grasping empty air.
"Where's your Driver Girl? Didn't I tell you to bring her?" Stott leaned back in her chair, lifting her head and mockingly observing Arno's eagerness.
That was indeed the case.
But was Berry stupid? Why would she go herself? This Old Broad had malicious intentions. If she showed up, there was a 99% chance she'd be cornered.
V, my own girlfriend, is one thing, but this Old Broad wants to corner me too? No way.
"She had something to do and couldn't make it," Arno said plainly, retracting his hand.
"What a pity. I quite liked that little face." Stott clicked her tongue regretfully, as if she had missed out on a beautiful scene. "The thing I brought won't be necessary either. I was really looking forward to it."
As she spoke, she pulled out another item from the black plastic bag.
When Berry saw it, her pupils began to shake.
Resting on the table was a thick, black "Police Baton."
Recalling the Old Auntie's words from moments ago, a chill ran down Berry's spine.
This Stott, she wouldn't try to use that thing on her real body, would she?
Looking at the menacing black baton, Berry swallowed.
Something like that... I'd die, right? I would absolutely die!
What is this? This is the famous Fuji-Tsu Implosion, a Legendary Immortal Blunt Weapon, the most powerful blunt weapon in the game.
If you use this thing, it might not kill the enemy instantly, but they will suffer greatly. Being knocked unconscious by this thing would be worse than death.
It wasn't intuitive in the game, but seeing this thing in reality was unbelievable.
It looked about 40 centimeters long and as thick as a small arm. If that were used on anyone, they would surely die, seriously.
The thought of Stott maliciously intending to use it on her sent a shiver of horror through Berry.
Subconsciously, she wanted to control Arno to run away quickly.
"The commission is resolved. You hand over the money, and I leave. It's that simple," Arno said coldly. Luckily, the robot had no emotions, or his voice would probably be trembling.
"In such a hurry?" Stott, however, flashed a seductive smile, an expression rarely seen on her face. If her subordinates saw this Tigress making such an expression, they would likely be scarred for life.
Shedding her suit jacket and tossing it onto the table, Stott, wearing only a white shirt, sauntered forward and seductively straddled Arno's lap.
"What, didn't expect me to be like this in private?" She kissed Arno on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark. Seeing Arno remain silent, Stott assumed he was frightened by her behavior.
But seeing this scene, Berry calmed down from her earlier horror.
She suddenly remembered that Arno's chip was an integration of four sex doll chips, and a wicked smile appeared on her face.
You want to corner me? Let's see who corners whom!
Berry let out a malicious laugh, activating Arno's automatic mode, withdrawing her full consciousness, and only retaining visual mode, just like watching an exciting show with 3D glasses.
The second after Berry withdrew, Arno's expression suddenly changed. A mocking, wicked smile appeared on his previously cold face, causing Stott to momentarily freeze.
Arno reached out directly and roughly grabbed Stott's throat, pulling her face close to his, and said mockingly, "Woman, you are playing with fire!"
"Heh heh, fine. Let me see what you've got." Seeing this, Stott grinned, her hunting instincts aroused. Her scornful eyes looked down on Arno, stimulating the man's mind.
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