After staring behind her for a long ti and confirming that no one was following, she got up to leave.
But just as she turned her head, she saw a face full of wrinkles, a pointy monkey-like mouth and goatee, with slicked-back hair parted in the middle, leaning against the wall with a "I've been waiting for you" expression.
This face was uncommon at first glance.
Getting a closer look at all those wrinkles was quite terrifying.
The female spy was so startled she fell right on her butt, without even having ti to put her wig back on.
FUCK!
Damn it, what the hell is this!
When did he catch up?
"Hey, gorgeous."
West Fire Grass flicked his hair, trying to act nonchalant.
But to others, that expression looked just like a pervert.
"My colleague was nearby earlier, so it wasn't convenient to ask for your contact info. Had to use this thod to lure you away, hope you don't mind, heh."
Bang bang bang!
The woman could hear her heart pounding so loudly that it seed ready to leap out of her throat. She felt like she'd been exposed, but that face was just too damn rare—could soone really act so naturally?
Or was it truly because his colleague was present that he couldn't show his true self?
The woman awkwardly stood up, dusted off her pants, and stayed far from West Fire Grass for a sense of security.
"I heard you're having financial difficulties, and your mother is sick. What a coincidence?"
Youzi Chef took out a wad of cash from his pocket, first pulling out ten bills, then reconsidered.
Can't, I still need to fund Cong Yu for a captain rank.
He put back eight bills and finally handed over two, reluctantly.
"I'm a charitable person, take this and buy your mother a prosthetic."
"...."
This guy isn't acting.
So damn stingy!
Is my level only worth 200?
"Thank... really, thank you."
She nearly ground her teeth to dust inside but had to put on a delighted face, reaching out to accept the two hundred.
"That's great, my mother is saved."
"Rember to pay it back, money doesn't grow on trees, I haven't even charged you interest yet."
"You!...."
The woman took a deep breath, resisting the urge to strangle him, and put on a grateful look.
"I'll work hard to repay you soon, but...."
She nervously said with her head down.
"I just ca to Night City and am undocunted, unable to find a job, I don't know if you could...."
The woman twisted her waist, trying to lean on West Fire Grass, but he dodged faster than her, even giving a shove, making her fall face first into the filthy alley, now covered in sewage and mud.
Lying on the ground, she looked back at West Fire Grass in disbelief, while he was counting his blessings.
What close call!
This woman is a pro, almost knocked offline with one move.
If I passed out, who knows what she'd do to my innocent and handso body.
If it really happened, oh well, but if you feel nothing, it's a big waste with no mories at all?
Maybe even being tied to a dark room and tortured... which isn't too bad, could lure out the mastermind.
Back then Silver Hair earned a legend in Kabuki District for logging off for 30 minutes daily, and from his experience, a whole manual against Sisi's logout was developed.
"Hey, why did you fall? So careless, look at you, get up."
West Fire Grass grinned, pulling her up, but covered in stinking mud, she no longer had any charm and was utterly dazed.
Only one question filled her head.
Why does soone like this exist in the world?
Are you even human?
[Can I just kill him straight up? I can't take this anymore!]
[No! If the target dies, there's a huge chance of exposure, you know the consequences of mission failure, gain the target's trust quickly, don't waste ti.]
Warned by her superior, the spy shivered, and despite feeling hate as deep as the sea and wanting to kill the lunatic before her, she forced a bright smile.
"I'm so sorry, I was careless and fell."
West Fire Grass nodded, "Good you know, be careful next ti, also keep your distance, you sll too bad."
I CN....
Calm down.
Stay calm.
Now find a chance to connect.
As she pondered, West Fire Grass spoke first.
"Hey, you said you have no money, right?"
"Uh... I don't have much work experience..."
"Co on, don't you have your body?"
West Fire Grass smirked devilishly.
"Co with , I know a place where you can earn good money, but it'll be tough for you."
The woman's cheeks flushed, shyly nodding.
Seeing each other's reaction, both secretly rejoiced.
All my brilliant acting and big sacrifices were worth it, finally got a bite.
"Daily wage is thirty, but since you're new and in training, salary gets paid end of the month after passing evaluation. als and lodging are covered, extra als will cost you...."
"?"
Under the blazing sun, standing before a cent mixer, the woman was being lectured by Revolver Quack, the construction squad leader of Ox and Horse Construction Corporation, her smile just as forced as the small alley.
Is there a mistake in this world?
How did I end up here?
I want to go back to Cuba.
Everyone here is a friggin' lunatic!
West Fire Grass even patted her on the shoulder.
"Work hard, I'll co see you tomorrow, try to pay back soon, this is my email, contact anyti."
Maybe I should change targets, not everyone can be this insane.
The woman looked at Revolver Quack, planning to show her charm, forgetting the dull gray uniform concealed 99% of her figure.
Revolver Quack: "What are you staring at for? Get up and learn how to spread cent, I don't need loafers around here."
I was wrong.
Everyone in this company is a bunch of lunatics.
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