In front of the young man's eyes is a city that never sleeps in a dark sky and a constant rain of electronics.
This environment makes young people think of their own careers and their own living environment.
‘Bring a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night’
'Name confirmation, please wait to enter "Cyber World", 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5...'
Although the young man has not played many games, he can't help but be stunned. Is this the end?
The next moment, a force of gravity pushed forward, and the young man was suddenly pushed into this blurry world. Everything began to become clear, the thick radiation clouds, the heavy rain, the science fiction in the majestic heavy rain.
Windy city.
'Are the special effects in this game too good?'
On a rainy night, with a knife but no umbrella, my eyesight goes dark.
When he woke up again, the vision in his left eye was blurred and the vision in his right eye was pitch black.
Hearing is normal.
"Hey, do you think we can get through this time and transform native people into androids? Isn't this just taking off your pants and farting?"
"I only need bionic people up there, so I can do whatever I can to make do with it. It's just a bunch of outsiders anyway."
A strong squeezing feeling came from the right eye socket, followed by a strong pain.
Before the game starts, you can actually adjust the pain. It's just a crappy game that I played on my own will on a rainy night with a knife and no umbrella. I filled it 100% without any hesitation.
Now he regrets it.
Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and did not scream.
As the swelling disappeared, the vision in the right eye also changed from dark to blurry, and gradually became clearer over time.
Taking advantage of this time, he opened the panel, and the main attribute was a series of 4.
‘So, the player’s physical quality is not used to determine the quality of the game character, but it is random.’
As his vision became clearer, he glanced around covertly with a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night. After confirming that everyone around him was active, he sat up.
Different from the expected high-tech environment, this place feels like a dark workshop with a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.
A small room with blackened walls, plastic barrels containing blood-red liquid, pots and jars scattered on the floor, and large welding equipment.
"Damn it, is it so exciting right from the start?"
"Where is this, the takeout kitchen I ordered?"
The three players recognized their friends almost at first glance. There was no other reason. Among the dozen androids with distorted facial features and erratic movements of hands and feet, the three of them were considered very normal.
The three of them got together as a matter of course.
"What do you call brother?"
"I love eating steamed buns."
"I'm a big muscle tyrant."
"Bring a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night."
I love eating steamed buns and I am a big muscle tyrant looked at each other in awe.
"It turns out he is a literary master!"
"I have read your works more than once, and each time I couldn't put my hands down and couldn't sleep at night."
On a rainy night, carrying a knife but no umbrella, I was silent for a moment and then changed the subject.
"Is there any information we can share?"
Baozi and Jiba looked at each other, a big question mark flashing in their eyes.
If you dare to take such an online name, shouldn't you be someone who puts your coquettishness on your face?
Could it be that it is not a show, but a secret show?
"Ahem, I'll come first. I woke up earlier. I heard from those NPCs that they seemed to want to make a batch of bionic humans and sell us to the factory." Baozi took the lead.
"Let us do illegal work? What a joke!"
"I think this may be a mission, maybe I can change my job."
"What's the job transfer? Factory boss, you think this is to join the East Factory," the big muscle bully complained.
"What do you think?"
The two looked at the literary master.
"somebody is coming!"
Carrying a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night, he rolled his eyes and his hands and feet seemed to be doing a zombie dance, exactly like other androids.
Did this guy learn to dance? So similar!
The two subconsciously imitated each other. Although they didn't look like other androids, they didn't look like normal people either.
"Hey, it's just a game, do you want it to be so realistic?"
"Whatever, just don't act like a standout."
Jiba and Baozi whispered.
The iron door was opened, and an NPC was beating a projection drum impatiently. Every time he hit it, a tangible sound wave effect would be produced in the air.
Stimulated by the sound, the androids twisted their bodies strangely one by one and walked out towards the door.
"Wow, it's a bit high-tech."
"What's this? Didn't you see that the other party has a robotic arm?"
On a rainy night, carrying a knife but no umbrella, I frowned and glanced at the two of them, then quietly fell behind, taking the carving knife with my palm.
'For level 5 mechanical transformers, the upper body and lower body are not coordinated, which means that the opponent is likely to have only modified one arm. As long as you get close, there is a chance to kill the opponent.'
There were three bionic human production rooms in the black workshop. At this time, a total of more than forty bionic humans came out crookedly.
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
"Are there any brother players?" An android looked around and suddenly shouted.
Just when the big muscle tyrant wanted to reply, he was pulled by Baozi.
The fierce light in the NPC's eyes flashed away, and he walked in front of him in three steps and two steps at a time.
"Are you the village chief? Do you have any -"
Before the other party had finished speaking, the NPC's mechanical fist appeared on his face, and with a 'bang' sound, it had twice the crushing properties, instantly delivering a critical hit.
'Damn, so cruel!'
'Oh my god, there is no mosaic. How did this game pass the review?'
Fists fell like raindrops, and blood surged wildly. Within a few seconds, the player's friend's blood volume bottomed out, and he collapsed on the ground motionless.
"Surprisingly, one of them has not been renovated."
The npc said to himself, wiped the blood on the player's hand, and was about to stand up when a bionic man rushed out of the crowd with such ferocious momentum that he wanted to die together, and knocked the "Winter Soldier of Novice Village" over.
The ground, followed by a pounce, his hands were fiercely clamped around the opponent's neck, and the carving knife was accurately inserted into the large blood vessel, while the five fingers of the other hand were stuck tightly in the gap of the mechanical arm, even if the finger bones were pinched
His bones were broken, his flesh and bones were ground to pieces, but he didn't let go.
And these minced meat just interfered with the use of the opponent's robotic arm.
Ten seconds later, the ‘Winter Soldier of Novice Village’ bled to death.
In the stunned expressions of Da Mushao and Baozi, carrying a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night, there was almost no pause. He added the two upgraded attribute points to his endurance, stood up, and pulled off the opponent's electronic drum operator.
Put the pistol on the opponent's waist back into your own waist.
Soon, under his control, these forty or so androids were advancing towards the door like a tide of corpses.
But on a rainy night, he blended in again with a knife and no umbrella, and disappeared with strange movements.
This operation was smooth and smooth and did not even take more than ten seconds.
Soon, gunfire rang out outside.
Da Musha and Baozi looked at each other and rushed out, just in time to see a corpse being pushed out of a truck on a rainy night with a knife and no umbrella.
"Can you get in the car?" I asked, carrying a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.