Until thirty seconds later... A right hook, the clenched fist slammed into Moer's astonished face like an engine fueled by No. 0 Diesel.
The fist dug into her skin, her surprised expression twisted, and her head shook like a water bottle from the fierce impact.
Moer, bleeding from the corner of her mouth, felt her head roaring, and her body swayed, nearly falling to the ground.
V, having gained the advantage, pressed the attack, rushing forward to suppress Moer like a vicious dog pouncing on food.
Two hands crossed behind her neck; by the time Moer felt something was wrong, it was already too late.
V locked her hands tightly together, and a rear naked choke was instantly formed.
If Moer had replaced her neck with metal, she might have been able to fight back, but clearly, she hadn't.
Her throat was being desperately squeezed by the arm, ruthlessly stripping away all space to breathe. Moer could only grit her teeth in agony, letting out a difficult, silent whimper.
"Do you surrender, little sister?"
At this moment, V's steaming whisper followed.
In addition, as a reward for the trash talk this person had just spewed, V added one last sentence.
"Try to hold it in this time; big sister doesn't want to have to change your pants."
Crushed.
Hearing V's words, Moer's face flushed to the color of soy sauce.
It was hard to tell if it was from being choked or from being angered by V's words.
But in the end, Moer tapped V's hand repeatedly, signaling her surrender.
"Sss, cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..."
Releasing her arm abruptly, Moer knelt on the ground, clutching her throat and coughing desperately, feeling the satisfying sensation of oxygen rushing back into her lungs.
When it's time to back down, you have to back down.
Once a rear naked choke is locked in, it's almost impossible to break. It would be even more embarrassing to pass out after a few seconds, so Moer ultimately chose to concede.
Moer was, after all, still too young.
To actually dare to challenge V, the famous bug of Night City—one could only say, she asked for what she got.
Being subdued in less than half a minute, Moer clearly couldn't save face.
She certainly didn't dare to cause trouble for V anymore, so she turned her gaze toward the only spectator on the scene.
"Armor 118 belongs to me, do you have any objections!"
Jessica felt that the word "speechless" should be written in capital letters on her face right now.
You, this person, since you can't beat someone else, why are you coming to cause trouble for me?
Am I that easy to bully?
"Damn it..."
Damn, you actually guessed right.
After watching the duel between the two masters just now, Jessica fully realized that among the three of them, it seemed she was the only noob.
And that was indeed the case.
This Moer, a former agent of Militech, and V, a rising star in the Night City Mercenary world.
Only she was just a debt collector for high-interest loans.
When you get a job with a resume full of lies.
Jessica felt like she was facing that exact difficulty now.
We agreed to just slack off together, so why am I the only one who is actually trash?
Therefore, facing Moer's behavior of wanting to vent her anger on someone, Jessica chose to play it safe.
"I have no objections."
Raising her hands, Jessica simply conceded.
She didn't want to provoke this short-tempered woman.
Thus, the hierarchy of the newly formed super-soldier squad was determined.
Big Boss V, Second-in-command Moer, and the youngest member, Jessica.
Corresponding to armors 117, 118, and 119 respectively.
And V expressed satisfaction with this.
This military democracy really works well.
A punch to the face, forcefully instilling the Hive spirit into the disobedient ones.
After a while, Moer, with blood on the corner of her mouth and a look of forced defiance on her face, and Jessica, with a dazed expression, still shocked by the fact that she was a noob, both stood upright in front of V, accepting instructions from their new captain.
"From now on, we are the 'Phantom' squad. Pleased to work with you."
After saying this solemnly, V's tone shifted in the next second.
"And now, you two little tenderfoots, get your asses into the armor immediately, or I'll kick your butts until they're swollen bigger than Saburo Arasaka's head with my size-ten boots."
"Move it, right now!"
"Sir, yes sir!"
The two "soldiers" immediately complied, fearing that V would shamelessly actually kick them.
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