After Online Dating with Unlimited Streaming BOSS

The line of sight gradually became clear, and the bright neon lights intertwined outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, outlining the complex and dilapidated buildings, towering into the night sky.

Hearing began to work, the patter of rain continued, and the pavement soaked with neon-dappled reflections.

"Why are you still here!" The man's footsteps were heavy, and his voice contained faint anger and complaints from far to near. A black shadow dropped from the top of his head and roughly dragged her up from the ground.

She saw that half of his face was a rough and fat middle-aged man's face, half of which was covered with metal, and the electronic eyes flashed with bright blue light, and he was looking at her up and down: "What's the matter? Program error?"

Just as he was about to pat her on the head, she subconsciously reached out to block it.

The man was stunned: "Fuck, it's really broken."

He pulled out a screwdriver from his trouser pocket, and she suddenly said, "No. I'm not broken."

The voice was clear, and no trace of machinery could be heard.

Am I... a human? She couldn't help thinking.

"Really?" The man frowned suspiciously: "ID748993, start the system self-check."

The instruction entered her ear, and a needle-like pain immediately appeared in her brain, as if someone had turned her brain upside down with a stick.

The alarm sound from her body almost pierced her eardrums, she frowned desperately to hold back, and whispered, "Everything is normal."

The man said, "Come with me, hurry up."

She followed behind him, and the discomfort in her body disappeared with a beep. She guessed that the self-examination process was over.

They walked in the empty, dark hall, with regular footsteps echoing around them.

Through the neon light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw that these floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to be a huge exhibition window, with a row of motionless human figures standing against the glass.

There are men and women, all of them are graceful in shape, each of them is as perfect as an angel.

On the other side of the hall are the shelves soaring to the ceiling. It is not clear what is on it, but she can see the striking labels on each row of shelves:

2179 male

2179 women

2180 new male

2180 new women

Private custom series

"Beep." A soft sound called her attention back.

They stopped at the exit of the hall, the man was scanning the door with human eyes, and the sliding door slid open.

It was raining a lot outside. The man took out a small stick from his clothes, pressed it, and a disk-shaped airflow was ejected from the stick.

He carried this "air umbrella" into the rain.

The man neither meant to give her an umbrella, nor did he stop. She looked left and right, took the discarded cardboard shells piled by the door and put them on top of her head, and followed behind the man.

There are not many people on the road, most of them are wearing transparent raincoats or holding air umbrellas, and they are in a hurry. Occasionally there is a look up, subtle eyes will stay on her body.

She examines what she wears: the white skirt is a little short, and the V-neck of the top is a little deep, but it's not too revealing.

What are they looking at?

The man took her out of this desolate alley, turned into a narrower street, and stopped in front of the fancy front of the sign.

She looked up, and the neon sign on the door was bigger than the door, saying "Neural Perpetual Motion" followed by "pub".

This is a bar.

The sturdy bodyguard in black suit and black sunglasses opened the door, looked at the man, then looked at her behind, and stretched out a metal prosthesis.

The man put a card in his hand and made a flattering smile.

The bodyguard glanced at the card, and said in a loud voice, "The boss is already angry, and you brought such a strange item here."

The man looked back for unknown reasons, and found that she was standing in the rain with a cardboard shell. ,

"What are you doing?" He knocked off the cardboard shell with his hands and reprimanded in a low voice: "Work hard, don't make all this mess."

Her: "...Okay."

She felt the rain slipping from her hair, flowing over her smooth skin, and down her white clothes all the way to the ground.

It turned out that she couldn't get wet at all, so she had to use an umbrella.

So when the pedestrians looked at her, they thought she was blocking the rain, which was strange?

The bodyguard stepped aside: "Come in."

The man turned his head and continued to smirk: "I have done an inspection, and the procedures are normal. You can rest assured, and please rest assured the boss!"

"Tell him yourself."

The man nodded and belted her into the bar, and the smell of inferior perfume, weird tobacco and strong alcohol instantly filled her nostrils.

She was not used to such an environment, and subconsciously held her breath.

Only then did she realize that she was not breathing. Only the chest cavity that simulates breathing slightly rises and falls.

It seems that he is probably not a human being.

The bar was filled with smoke, and I couldn't tell how big it was, but it felt like it was crowded with people who were drunk and dancing. Laser ambient spotlights on the ceiling change colors and flicker to deafening fast-paced electronic music.

The man grabbed her wrist roughly and motioned her to come this way.

They made their way through the crowd to a door guarded by bodyguards.

She felt that he looked exactly the same as the bodyguard just now, and couldn't help but look back to compare.

"Come in!" The man dragged her into the room, and the bodyguard slammed the door shut outside, and the deafening disco sound in the bar was reduced to a weak low-frequency rhythm drum beat.

In the room, there were the same drunken fans, and on the scarlet leather sofa, there were four or five men and women who had undergone prosthetic transformation more or less, and each cast a bad look.

In the middle, a man sat with a golden sword. He is dark-skinned, looks to be of Southeast Asian descent, has a shaved head, both arms are metal prosthetics, and on his upper body is tattooed a closed-eyed Tathagata covering his chest and abdomen.

He lowered his head and took a puff on the strange electronic cigarette handed over by the woman in white next to him, and exhaled purple mist.

The triangular eyelids that seemed to have not woken up lifted, and the voice was hoarse: "Huo yo, here we come."

The man immediately stepped forward, took the cigarette from the woman in white, and handed it over diligently: "Mr. Sha Chu, you see, it was my negligence, so I'll replenish it for you."

She stood at the door, looked around, and suddenly found that the woman who handed Mr. Sha Chu the cigarette was very familiar, the same miniskirt, the same deep V neckline——

She looked at herself, looked at her again.

It seems to be a colleague.

The woman stood aside with lowered eyebrows, looking innocent and pure like a little white flower among the crowd of bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods.

"Snapped!"

The man was slapped on the ground by the woman with a pink high ponytail next to Mr. Sha Chu. She moved her nose pierced and said angrily, "Do you know how much your negligence has caused us?"

"The one who was about to finalize a big order with us turned out to be missing one! You are ruining Mr. Sha Chu's reputation!"

"I think you don't want to hang out in Kabukicho."

Half of the man's metal cheeks were dented, and sparks lit up. He covered his face and panicked: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I, I-I'll give you half the money back, this--"

He turned back and shouted at her, "Come here!"

She took two steps forward.

"This is also for you! You can let her do chores in the store, accompany the wine, show up, she can do anything!"

The man couldn't wait to pull her to Mr. Sand Chu to sell: "Look, this is the latest model this year, compared to this old model—" He pointed to the woman in white who had been standing quietly beside him: "It has more complete performance and more functions. Richer, more physically—" He reached out and pinched her waist—

She squeezed his hand subconsciously, turned her head and asked, "What are you doing?"

The man was stunned for a moment, facing Mr. Sha Chu's interested and inquiring gaze, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "...This, this is the new humanized mode, you can adjust between accepting adversity, slightly resisting, and preferring to die to meet different needs. Love needs."

Mr. Sand Chu: "This is—"

Man: "Slightly resist."

He struggled and glared at her. So she let go, and he wisely stopped moving.

Mr. Sand Chu: "...very interesting."

Man: "Yes, yes, it's very interesting. This one is very popular in Metropolis, and I managed to smuggle it in. It's not something you can buy with money!"

Mr. Sand Chu looked at her for a while and waved to the man. The man immediately crawled over like a dog and handed him a cigarette.

The purple mist spewed out slowly, Mr. Sha Chu leaned his head on the sofa and waved his hand gently.

The man seemed to be amnesty, thanking him constantly, and rolled his **** out of the room.

The music outside the door roared for two seconds, and as the door closed, it returned to a weak bass rhythm.

"Big brother is still kind-hearted." On Mr. Sha Chu's right, the young man with a yin and yang head stood up and circled around the woman in the middle of the room: "Just this thing, let the iron-skin fat man go?"

The quiet young man beside him pushed the monocle with flickering data, and said slowly: "A dragon can destroy a city, but it is difficult to make a fuss about the details. Learn to cooperate with mice, and you have to be spared and spared. Your kindness will be returned tenfold and one hundredfold in the future.”

"Besides, there is also a need for a living scapegoat."

Mr. Sand Chu: "Okay." He moved his metal fingers, and she felt that a rope was pulling her feet, she involuntarily stepped forward, her knees softened, and she knelt down in front of him.

"Go to the bar." His hoarse voice seemed to be engraved into her mind with magic: "10 million turnover per night."

"I don't care about the popular goods in the metropolis. Those that can't make money are all scraps."

She is."

"Go."

She walked out of the room in a daze and walked into the smoky dance pool, with only one thought left in her mind: to accompany the drink and earn 10 million.

She didn't know much about this seemingly high-tech, but chaotic and disordered world; she didn't know much about her own identity, so she suddenly had an astronomical KPI on her back.

Ah, this familiar workplace pressure made her feel both painful and kind.

The shoulder was tapped, it was the "colleague" in the room before. She leaned over her ear: "My name is Mary. You come with me."

Mary led her to the bar, pointing to the dazzling array of drinks and introducing them one by one.

She originally thought that she couldn't remember anything when she was grinding a gun, but she didn't expect that her memory was surprisingly good. Mary said 37 kinds of bottled wines and 122 kinds of cocktails, and she memorized them all.

By the way, she remembered that she shouldn't be human, she probably had an electronic brain or something, and she remembered that it was a basic operation.

Mary's face is beautiful, but slightly stiff, which may be the defect of the previous generation. Her character setting should be gentle. After she explained it patiently to her, she said, "The name the boss gave you is Elena."

"Go to work, Elena."

The freshly-baked **** girl Elena watched Mary skillfully snuggle into the arms of the man in the booth. After some flirting, the man ordered two fancy cocktails. Small fireworks exploded overhead.

This is "Hanawa Fireworks", 3500 cups.

This is a relatively cheap cocktail. According to the price here, 10 million does not seem to be as difficult as she thought.

Huh? Why do you think 10 million is difficult? She shook her head, always feeling that there was some information in her mind that she had not yet discovered.

Mary was obviously using the traditional method of **** girls, flirting, seducing, and acting coquettishly to seduce customers to place orders.

But she felt that this was a bit inefficient.

According to what the man said, he is the latest model, so he should play some new tricks.

She took two bottles of mid-priced vodka from the bar, and Tingting walked between the booths.

Soon a guest spotted her and whistled frivolously. She smiled and came to the three men at the table, sitting on their table with her long legs up.

The whistling man was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, revealing the tattoos on his sturdy arms, and reached out to hug her: "New here? Haven't seen this one?"

She blocked the man's hand with a wine bottle: "Wait."

Men rarely have the experience of being rejected by the accompaniment bionics, and they looked at each other and smiled: "Oh? What's the matter, new tricks?"

She raised her wine and smiled brightly: "Yes, new tricks."

"This trick is called: I have wine, do you have a story?"