There must be something she didn't know.
She had to investigate thoroughly.
Taking the ice cream from V's hand, Berry licked the white ice cream with her small tongue, thinking this to herself.
No one could toy with her like this and get away with it.
Thinking this, Berry fiercely took a big lick of ice cream, her eyes almost overflowing with anger, making V, who was also eating ice cream beside her, act cautiously, wondering what had made Berry so angry.
"Berry, if you're not feeling well, let's go back."
V said carefully, looking concernedly at Berry, who was grimacing and treating the ice cream like an enemy.
"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just remembered some bad things."
Hearing the voice, Berry paused, then realized V was still beside her. She immediately shook her head, pretending to be relaxed and saying she was fine.
Forcibly suppressing her discomfort and anger, Berry composed her expression, not wanting V to worry further.
Afterward, Berry continued to tour the park with V as if nothing had happened, not dwelling on the strange encounter she'd just had.
Gunfights and killings truly toughen the heart.
People who have emerged from a hail of bullets can sleep peacefully even surrounded by dead bodies, let alone a virtual illusion constructed by braindance.
As Berry walked with V, she scanned the surrounding green trees and shrubs.
Enveloped by nature, she quickly regained her confidence.
Seriously, how could she create that Cthulhu-like future?
Her dream was simple: merely to advance humanity a step further.
Was she a bad person?
Nonsense, she, Berry, 17 years old, had already awakened.
She was moving left, she was on the side of progress.
That was just an illusion earlier, no need to take it to heart.
As long as she felt her way across the river, proceeding step by step, then the human paradise she envisioned would surely be realized.
She and V would live in that beautiful world.
That was certain.
Thinking this, Berry quickly cheered up again, her mood changing so dramatically that V, whose arm was linked with hers, found it hard to adapt.
"Ah, Sister V, look, that tree is really a tree!"
"That chair is so beautiful, four legs, no more, no less!"
Hmm, a very forced happiness.
V scratched her head, finding her girlfriend's reasons for happiness very punk, even more punk than herself.
The two walked arm-in-arm, strolling along the path. Judging by Berry's excited demeanor, she didn't plan on leaving until nightfall.
However, fate is just so mischievous.
Fate is a bad thing; it always pops out from nowhere when you're bending over and gives your butt a hard kick.
Sure enough, as Berry and V walked, they heard a commotion ahead. Several tourists hurried back, walking quickly past them with their heads down.
"What's wrong up ahead?"
Seeing this unusual sight, V frowned, feeling something was amiss.
"Let's go, let's check it out."
If it were ordinary people, they would have lowered their heads and turned to run with the other tourists.
But what kind of people were Berry and V?
Regulars on the NCPD's danger list, the undisputed bosses of Chinatown.
There was never a time they feared trouble.
The two walked forward, and after turning a corner, their view opened up.
This was the center of the park, where paths from all directions converged.
Under normal circumstances, it should have been very lively here.
After all, there was a large pavilion in the middle, an Eastern-style pavilion with red wooden pillars, upturned eaves at the four corners, and Berry even saw the Eaves Tiles.
Logically, this should be a great spot for selfies and check-ins, but now it was very deserted, with not a single tourist.
As for the reason, it was simple.
In the center of the pavilion, a group of shirtless men with colorful tattoos were loudly carousing, holding beer bottles.
They were likely the reason tourists were giving this place a wide berth.
Both of them frowned simultaneously.
V frowned because she saw the guns in the hands of that group of guys.
Berry frowned because she recognized the tattoos on the men's arms.
Damn it, Tyger Claws.
It's a small world.
Berry didn't expect to run into the Tyger Claws here.
The Tyger Claws are perhaps the most widespread gang in Night City, thanks to their loose entry requirements and their unconstrained way of doing things.
Even in the prosperous areas of Night City, their traces can be found.
The group in front of them was exactly such a bunch.
And coincidentally, as the two saw the Tyger Claws, the Tyger Claws also saw them.
One of the Tyger Claws, putting down an empty beer bottle, turned and saw the two. He lingered on their attractive faces for a moment, then excitedly nudged his companions with his elbow, calling them to look over.
"Two little sisters, need some company? Come play with us."
"Yeah, we've got plenty of fun stuff here."
Climbing over benches, the sleazy Tyger Claws approached them, intentionally or unintentionally brandishing the guns in their hands.
Damn it, things in Night City are always so bad.
It's as if life isn't life without a gunfight every day.
Berry looked at the group of Tyger Claws, shrugging helplessly.
The two exchanged glances, understanding the meaning in each other's eyes, and simultaneously reached for the guns at their waists.
It seems they'll have to play vigilantes today.
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