The rain continued, and all my clothes and pants were soaked through. Even the bottom layer of my clothes was soaked through and stuck to my skin. I felt extremely uncomfortable.
I really want to go home and take a hot bath.
In actual practice, I just sat down slowly. On the tarmac, there was water on the ground and it was quite cold. Within half a minute, my butt would be numb from the cold. But it was not a big deal.
Jack looked at me in disbelief, "What are you doing! Let's go!"
"No, let's not leave yet, Jack. Let's sit here for a while and let me think about it."
"Think about it! Look, the trauma team has been sent by Saburo to collect the bodies. Also, Arasaka's armed aerial vehicle is coming. If we don't leave, are we waiting for them to beat us to pieces with machine guns?
"
"Yes, let them try and see whether they go first or we go first."
Jack is truly a good brother. He must have been extremely depressed at this time, but he was still willing to stay and accompany me crazy.
Of course, to think more selfishly, if the story does not have me as the "starring", there is no need to continue. I think that if God pays enough attention to this script at this time, He may provide us with a warm shelter.
We avoid being pursued by those floating vehicles in the sky.
But no.
Because of his great fear of death, Jack half-forced me to drag me into Saburo Arasaka's floating car. I had just gone crazy and smashed some of the interiors in the car, but after all, I was a weak woman with only three physical points, so I couldn't help it.
If you really use a samurai sword to cut through the steel, the overall structure of the floating vehicle is intact. Hiding here, you can also avoid the eyes of the sky patrol.
The Chambi Building has been sealed off under red alert, and the inside is a mess, but Jack and I are enjoying the pattering of night rain peacefully.
How romantic. If in the first twenty years of my life, there was such a rich man who was willing to drive me in such a luxurious floating car to see the rainy night city, I might have loosened my belt at that time.
.Of course, a rich man must at least be within my aesthetic range. Jack, the flight joystick on the back of your head...
Forget it, what is a bastard thinking about?
Even though I am now convinced that I am living in a false world, my personality is not very high-end.
"V, I didn't expect that we would have to die here."
"Yeah. Guess what, I told you a long time ago that something is wrong with this mission."
"It turns out you were right. It's my fault. I was too anxious."
"It's useless to blame anyone, Jack. Believe it or not, you are actually just a programmed program, you are not a living person at all."
"What are you talking about!" Jack was a little angry, "Damn it, there's no need to start cursing me to death right now, right?"
"No, I'm serious, Jack, do you still want me to take you all the way back to the first floor just now?"
"I don't remember. Just when we got the goods, Yori Xuan came, so we had to hide in the wall quickly."
"Look, you are missing a piece of memory."
"Fuck, if that's really the case, then what the hell are we living for?"
"I don't know, I don't know at all. There's no point in living at all."
"Then are you willing to die? Let me tell you first, I am not willing to give up. Only by living can there be hope. I haven't brought my mother to live a good life yet. I also want to save a lot of money. In the future, with Misty, what?
, Hey, you know."
"Oh, it would be nice if I had a glass of wine."
"Don't tell me, there really is. This old guy, Saburo, has all the best things in the car. Yo yo yo, good whiskey. Would you like a drink?"
"It must be necessary."
Jack and I hid in the messy floating car and drank together. After drinking a whole bottle of whiskey, we were both a little drunk.
Jack started singing. I really didn't know he could sing. It seems that this death journey also inspired all his passion.
Got a' bloodstream! (The blood vessels have already been chrome plated)
Got a hardwired metal soul!(The metal soul never dies)
I'm g serious a! (Eager for the whole big life——)
That smack, drag drunken brawl!
I cheered, "Hey hey hey! Listen, listen! Ladies and gentlemen, it's intubation ()!"
Jack laughed, "That's right! V, sing along!"
- got my back to the wall
Combining - Take me back to the South Wall!
-a' call
In union - come and listen to my cry!
-I'm the man of steel
Combining - I am the Man of Steel!
- Fu' Feel it
Being combined - it's a fucking feeling!
I'm Real!
I am real and true!
…
After we finished singing, Jack and I both woke up. It was like a cold rain blowing through electricity, shaking us out of our drowsy drunkenness, so we really woke up.
Phew, I need to take a breath. To be honest, I was too depressed just now. It’s totally unnecessary, right?
Let me think carefully about the way to break the situation: there must be one.
If this is a script, then there must be a key plot. This key plot is the driving force for the development of the plot. As long as I can find and complete it, maybe Jack can escape the fate of death.
Here is a simple game - if we follow common sense, Jack and I should try to escape, and then face dozens of enemies chasing us in the process. We have no weapons, and it is too difficult to win, and this
During the process, Jack has a high chance of getting shot.
Let me recall, the dead Jack in the dream was shot in the waist and abdomen. The wound was very serious. It was a penetrating wound by a kinetic energy bullet. The caliber was definitely not small. He was either hit by an automatic turret or floated by an armed force.
The car's cannon hit, that is, almost now. At this moment, I clearly realized that Jack's death was imminent. If no changes were made, he would definitely die.
So where is the key point of the plot?
Is it our goods?
"Jack, look at the chip!"
Relic chips must be stored at a specific temperature. After the suitcase is taken out of the safe, the freshness of the chips drops rapidly - this is theoretically true, but since I have not promoted the plot, the chip integrity is still 100%.
Hundred.
Let me guess: Because we had to avoid being chased, Jack and I lingered in this building for too long, so the integrity of the chip dropped rapidly. In order to ensure the completion of the task, we had to insert the chip into our own interface...
"Yes, it's very possible, very possible, Jack, open the box and let me make a last try!"
It's such a big box, but the chip inside is only half a finger long, and it emits a beautiful rose-red light. This is cutting-edge technology that can preserve human brain consciousness during transmission, and is the secret of the rich's eternal life.
Now, I'm going to connect it to my neural network and hope it stays quiet.
"How is it?" Jack looked nervous.
I didn't notice anything strange, I just tried to hack into the ice wall of the float vehicle again.
This time, the invisible barrier disappeared. Although the ICE itself was still very thick, I still tried hard to break a hole in it. The float vehicle received the command, the hatch was closed, and the blowhole shot out a sapphire blue flow of working fluid. We