On the screen, the other party was still relentlessly spewing insults, glaring words stacked one after another. They had said almost every vicious rumor about Nomads.
If it were anyone else, their heart would likely have shattered by now.
But who was Berry? She was a notorious illegal individual on the NCPD police station's list. Would she break down? No, she would only explode.
Watching the rapidly scrolling comments, Berry suddenly smiled with a sense of relief.
Alright, alright, so this is how you want to play, huh?
Then she didn't need to be polite to the other party anymore.
She silently picked up the keyboard, but instead of continuing to argue, Berry bypassed the front end and began her own operation.
Although she was good with hardware, her software skills were generally mediocre, at most just hacking an electronic door.
But it didn't matter; what V had taught her was already enough for her to carry out the next task.
Alright.
First, let me see your email address.
The blue light of the screen reflected eerily, illuminating Berry's face. She stared intently at the screen, as if completing some delicate work.
After a short while, Berry raised an eyebrow, a slight grin spreading across her lips.
Good, I found you.
After a few minutes of busy work, Berry successfully doxxed the other party.
That's right, after realizing she couldn't win the argument, she rationally decided to unleash the most terrifying weapon of the internet age: doxxing.
The comments were still scrolling, but they could no longer stir a ripple in Berry's heart. She lightly typed a few words into the chat box and sent them.
"Hello, is this Mr. Williams who lives at 14 Griffin Street?"
The tone was polite, the message clear, but on the internet, this greeting was undoubtedly like dropping a heavy bomb into deep water.
As soon as these words were sent, the other party instantly froze, not sending a single message for several minutes.
Berry's grin widened, and a sense of satisfaction from getting her revenge welled up within her.
Curse me, why aren't you cursing anymore?
I was just getting into it.
Berry spun in her chair, completing several rotations, declaring her victory in this online verbal battle.
Online matters often need to be settled offline.
No one understood the internet better than her.
No one.
Sure enough, after several minutes, the other party quietly sent a few words.
"I'm sorry."
Seeing these three words, Berry let out a triumphant laugh, feeling utterly satisfied.
But it wasn't over yet.
What's the use of saying sorry now? Weren't you cursing so happily before?
The rhythm was now on Berry's side, and she was at ease.
Berry knew she had to teach the other party a memorable lesson about online etiquette.
Her eyes darted around, and Berry revealed a mischievous smile; she had thought of a good idea.
"Send me a photo of you making a peace sign with both hands, eyes rolled up, and tongue sticking out. Otherwise, I can't guarantee the consequences, sir. You wouldn't want unrelated people knocking on your door in the middle of the night, would you?"
Having successfully cornered the other party, Berry's mischievous ideas kept popping up, but in the end, she chose the most humiliating one.
The person she doxxed turned out to be a man, likely an office worker. If he made such a shameful expression, his white-collar career would probably be over.
Sure enough, after Berry sent her demand, the other party became enraged and started cursing.
"Are you kidding me? I'd never make such an expression, absolutely impossible! If you dare, bring it on! If you do anything, I'll call the police!"
Watching the other party's message, Berry remained unmoved, even getting up to make a cup of coffee.
Like fermented liquor, some things need time to brew before they take effect.
No rush.
Sure enough, after the other party finished their threats, the chat log paused for a while. When Berry returned with her coffee, the situation had changed.
"I'm really sorry. Is this okay? I truly won't dare to do it again."
Following the humble words was an attached picture.
The picture's background looked like a bedroom, with a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl in the middle, with fair skin and still a hint of childishness, shamefully closing her eyes, making a peace sign with both hands, and sticking out a small pink tongue.
It was a very complete ahegao selfie, but seeing the subject of the photo, Berry was stunned.
Didn't she doxx a middle-aged man?
But in an instant, Berry was relieved.
Oh, it's probably another minor playing online using their parents' computer.
"Remember, civility for you and me, happiness for thousands of families. Don't be so aggressive when talking online in the future."
Having saved a future flower of Night City, Berry felt a strong sense of responsibility and casually dragged the photo the other party sent into her image library.
"Okay..."
After saying that, the other party fled offline in a hurry.
Berry also closed her computer, satisfied.
The feeling of thoroughly chastising an arrogant little brat was wonderful; she felt like she had enough dopamine for the entire day... After V got up, washed, and dressed, she realized Berry was a bit strange today, squinting and smiling happily since early morning, as if there was really something amusing.
Her cute appearance made V unable to hold back and laugh out loud.
"Berry, what's so amusing this morning? Why don't you tell me so I can laugh too?"
"Nothing, I just thought of something happy."
As usual, Berry hugged V, kissing her here and there, then contentedly sat back on the sofa, ready to start her new day's work soon.
However, she looked at V thoughtfully, sizing her up, then stroked her chin, smacked her lips, and nodded.
"You're dressed well today, V, quite hot."
V was dressed quite neatly today, in a blue crop top that exposed her fair stomach, which always made Berry want to tattoo something on it.
Everything was fine, but V's color coordination was still the same: blue cargo pants, blue motorcycle boots, and her blue hair. Except for her exposed skin, her entire body was blue.
V, who was applying lip gloss, heard Berry's complaint and couldn't help but roll her eyes and reply.
"Aren't you the same?"
Uh... Berry, still complaining about others, looked down and realized the problem.
Don't tell me, don't tell me.
She seemed to be the same too.
Black hair, black jacket, black vest, black pants, black boots—it seemed her own outfit wasn't much better.
Now the boomerang had hit her own head.
No, her terrible fashion sense must have been contagious from V.
All problems originated from V.
After shifting the blame slightly, Berry felt at ease again.
"Oh, by the way, why don't you come out with me today?"
Sitting there, V suddenly extended an invitation, making Berry pause for a moment.
Seeing Berry look over, V explained.
"Nothing, just a suggestion."
"Of course, if you don't want to, you can pretend I didn't say anything."
Seeing Berry's lips twitch into a mischievous smile, V quickly added, interrupting Berry's antics.
She knew that if she had been a few seconds later, this guy would have said something like, "Heh, beg me, woman. Only if you beg me will I reluctantly consider it."
When it came to getting carried away, she had never seen anyone better than her Berry.
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