At the "extortion" bar, a battle-hardened Anti-Ziboist Warrior—the legendary Jiaoni Silverarm—was dealing with a bottle of original Mexican tequila in front of her.
Tequila is a tropical plant native to Mexico, and since ancient times, Mexicans have brewed it into alcohol. The brewing process is extremely complex and requires patience, starting with cultivation.
Agave plants mature in eight years. Only those that have been exposed to sufficient sunlight and accumulated enough sugar are harvested by workers who chop off the sword-like leaves and roots with machetes and axes, leaving only the pineapple-shaped agave heart to be sent to the processing plant.
Just like brewing, savoring tequila also requires patience.
And an old-timer like Jiaoni Silverarm, whose body and liver were practically pure alcohol, was well-versed in this art.
Her petite figure sat on a stool, slender fingers emerging from a large sweatshirt, tinkering with glass apparatuses in front of her that looked like they'd come from a laboratory.
Judging by the several bubble-shaped glass covers of varying sizes and the alcohol lamp emitting a blue flame, this device seemed to be a type of distiller.
As Jiaoni operated it, this simple distiller began to work.
She leaned up, pouring the clear tequila from the bottle into a Retort.
The liquor in the bottle's round belly was heated by the flames of the alcohol lamp below, and the rising steam fogged the glass, but more of it went out through a duckbill-shaped nozzle.
And there, a small nose, wrinkled and trying its best to flare its nostrils, was waiting.
"Mmm~, that's… so refreshing!"
Jiaoni felt the vapor of the liquor travel along her nasal bridge deep into her chest's gas sensory system.
As the data characteristics and stimulating properties of the liquor were read by her receptors, she leaned back comfortably, letting out a soulful moan, her large eyes even rolling upwards.
This was Cyber Johnny's electronic way of drinking.
There was no other way; her body was now entirely made of electronic parts, and it was even waterproof. Anything with liquid, except for liquefied petroleum gas, she couldn't digest.
Instead, she could only use this clumsy method to re-experience the stimulation that liquor brought her.
"...Is that Girl really okay? Her head."
Jiaoni had always acted as she pleased; why did she need to explain herself to others?
So, she did all of this in front of every customer in the bar.
And this intense act of inhaling alcohol vapor clearly attracted the attention of everyone present.
Everyone held their breath, watching the short Girl's operation. Even after she had finished a round and was enjoying the afterglow, some still couldn't believe what they had seen.
Is this something a human can do?
Heh, a bunch of idiots.
But clearly, Jiaoni was not someone who would be swayed by external factors.
Back then, on the Arasaka Tower rooftop, she took a punch from Hammersmith without even a grunt.
Even if she was now cybernetically transferred into a female Chassis and could only waste time in this bar, so what?
She would return to the Jianghu sooner or later.
Hmm, thinking this, Jiaoni quickly leaned into the tube opening and took another puff, her short legs shaking with pleasure.
Of course, sometimes wishes conflict with reality.
At least in Jiaoni's current appearance, it was impossible to connect her with the number one terrorist in Night City's history.
She was now wearing hot pants and a large sweatshirt, her head barely visible, which, apart from exciting some perverts with special tastes, offered no aesthetic enhancement.
Unfortunately, she couldn't use her old dashing, messy-haired, scruffy fighter look to trick Girls into bed anymore.
Perhaps this was the true purpose of Rogue's approved Johnny female body plan for Berry… "Welcome, welcome."
The sex dolls saved with Judy earlier, having nowhere to go after offending the Tyger Claws, were allowed by Berry to work as waitresses in the bar, serving drinks and wiping tables, which counted as a livelihood.
And this green-haired Girl welcoming guests at the door was one of them.
After working for a while, they had adapted to their small suits, and their manners were impeccable.
As she respectfully bowed, intending to put on her usual polite smile and lead the incoming guest to an empty seat, her smile, not yet fully formed, froze.
Just as she reached the guest's side, the green-haired Girl's body suddenly stiffened.
For some unknown reason, her stomach suddenly churned, and a sudden, greasy feeling of nausea from all over her body immediately stole her senses, leaving only a strange sense of revulsion.
Enduring the intense discomfort brought by the suffocating nausea, the Girl managed not to show an ugly display in front of the customer.
Even though she didn't know what was wrong with her, why her body suddenly reacted this way.
It was then that she clearly saw the appearance of the guest entering the bar.
This was a strange person.
He was presumably male, tall and robust, but his entire body was shrouded in a large yellowish-brown trench coat. Even his hands, not covered by the coat, wore leather gloves.
His face was also hidden, obscured by the raised folds of his trench coat.
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