Outside the Chambi Building, inside the public restroom.
Even though Johnny Silverhand had an angry look on his face and spat out trash talk from his mouth, Lin Mo still maintained his innocent and helpless expression.
However, this method of retreating in order to advance further aroused the resentment in Johnny Silverhand's heart. No matter how ugly words he said, these words were like punches on cotton.
Apart from being exhausted to death, the other party was not affected at all.
Johnny Silverhand even wondered if he was not so clear-headed because he had just woken up...
When he was cursing people, he had obviously said "shit" several times, but this little kid was smiling and looking at him as if he was watching a clown perform.
Isn't this damn brat an M? The more he scolds him, the more excited he becomes?
...
Tsk tsk, I really didn’t expect Silverhand’s real-life scolding performance to be even more intense than in the game... Looking at Johnny Silverhand with a deflated look on his face, Lin Mo felt very pleased.
With his current calmness, ordinary trash talk could not arouse the slightest emotion in him. Even because of Johnny Silverhand's "long-lost" trash talk, he actually felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy from it.
Anyway, he also knew Yin Shou's temperament. The only thing about this guy who was tough was his mouth. He was not V, and he didn't bother to argue with Yin Shou. He simply waited until the other party completely "misfired".
Seeing that Yin Shou had finished speaking, Lin Mo finally replied calmly:
"Are you interested in learning Chinese? Based on your eloquence, profound Chinese is more suitable for your level of swearing, or you can get a translator, which will save you the time of learning. If you want to act in the future
, I can also be more energetic when swearing."
Johnny Silverhand stopped talking. He took a deep breath, as if this action could calm the anger in his heart.
At this time, he also understood that as long as he used "venting emotions" and "aggressive" words, then he could not even think about getting the answer he wanted from this little brat.
But just when Silver Hand was about to reorganize his words, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door of the toilet, and a passerby walked into the toilet unexpectedly.
When he saw the two people standing by the sink, blocking the road ahead, he was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of hesitation flashed across his expression, as if he didn't know whether he came at the right time or not.
"Look at you! If you want the stove pipe, go home and don't just sit there and interfere with my business."
The arrival of passers-by undoubtedly made Johnny Silverhand find the most suitable pump, and he shouted to the passers-by indifferently.
The innocent passerby stood at the door of the toilet and was stunned for a few seconds, then looked at Silver Hands, and finally put his hands in his pockets and left without saying a word.
Lin Mo leaned against the sink, watching the scene calmly like a bystander.
After the passers-by left, an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, implying expectation.
When his eyes turned to Lin Mo again, Johnny Silver suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly in a low tone: "I have accepted my defeat. Now can you please tell me, this rich young man, why I have this body?"
Don’t have that thing?”
"Because there is no need." Lin Mo spread his hands and said innocently:
"You haven't recognized the reality yet, Mr. Silverhand. It's already 2077. Even if you didn't die back then and are still alive now, your original gadget will only have a peeing function. Unless you are ambitious.
After all, if a new big steel cannon is installed, it may be possible to regain its glory."
"What do you mean, you dislike me?" Johnny Silverhand frowned.
"What I mean is that you are already a dead person, and it is difficult to survive, let alone the walking corpse now?" Lin Mo's tone suddenly became colder:
"Mr. Silverhand, I don't want to make it clear, but in fact, your body is a product of technology. The image is that it doesn't contain much human beings. You are just a data consciousness. To
What's the use of that thing? Are you going to take it out and fire cannonballs during battle?"
Johnny Silverhand's face was gloomy, he lowered his head and thought silently, and paced back and forth for a long time.
Obviously, he could not find any reason to refute Lin Mo's explanation for a while.
The other party's words were like a pair of surgical forceps poignantly peeling away the scar, clearly revealing a ruthless fact - he was already a dead man.
Even though the technological level of the relic2.0 chip is very outstanding and can truly bring people back to life, it still cannot change the fact that it is just a string of data consciousness.
In this case, why should we consider that kind of vulgar love?
In the end, Johnny Silverhand said stubbornly: "No matter what you say, you can't live without that thing!"
"Okay, if you really want it, you can go find a trustworthy prosthetic doctor on the street. I have left a lot of interfaces for your body. You can make it any size you want." Lin Mo looked indifferent.
"Hey, why did God open his eyes? Our rich young man is so thoughtful." Johnny Silverhand raised his eyebrows, and when he heard that his body could be modified in the future, he couldn't help but clapped his hands in a strange way.
Lin Mo nodded very "helpfully" and said with a smile:
"Of course, but when I first participated in the design, I didn't peek at your biological parameters, and I was even more secretive about your personal dimensions, so you don't have to worry about your privacy being leaked."
If you don’t peek, you just look openly!
Even though the two of them had not been together for a short time, Johnny Silverhand instantly understood the other meaning of Lin Mo's words, and his face immediately turned as black as coal.
And the key point is that in a sense, as one of the participants in designing this body, this disgusting kid can be called his "reborn parent".
This feeling of being targeted everywhere, like being pricked by small needles, really made him feel uncomfortable.
"What the fuck." Johnny Silverhand spat on the sink as if he was nauseous.
However, he had to admit that in some aspects, this body was indeed the best. As long as he had the slightest thought of spitting, a device in his mouth would immediately secrete "slobber".
Perhaps this is also a consideration for future plans?
So that he could spit on the floor at the climax of the plot?
Johnny Silver shook his head to clear away these irrelevant thoughts.
He raised his head and looked at the wash mirror on the wall of the sink. The face wearing black sunglasses was still as handsome as before.
"Now that the problem has been solved, you can go away and go back to wherever you came from. I want to be alone."
Lin Mo was still smiling, looking towards the door of the bathroom, and yelled: "Are you sure? But I think you still need a little help now."
Johnny Silverhand's face changed slightly. Through the reflection of the wash mirror, he also saw from the corner of his field of vision several people holding sticks and looking very unpleasant walking into the toilet.
"Brother, that's him. Get me out of here on our territory. Damn, don't you know we are covering this toilet?" One of the minions pointed at Yin Shou standing in front of the sink and shouted.
He was clearly the innocent passerby who was kicked out by Johnny earlier.