The guy from Takemura also drove here, a convertible sports car.
At least it's more reliable than my friends. The red-haired man was obviously in a semi-conscious state and was pulled into the passenger seat by Takemura. Our Japanese guy couldn't help but complain: "You stink like shit!"
Johnny and I sat in the back of the car, which was quite spacious.
Takemura started the car.
If my guess is correct, there will be an Arasaka ninja attack soon.
Taking advantage of this moment, I looked at the red-haired man in the passenger seat.
Another me in the previous world.
How embarrassing.
A good friend died right in front of his eyes. When he thought everything was over, he was betrayed and turned into garbage. His body smelled worse than a septic tank that had been soaked for seven days.
To a certain extent, it's not your fault.
"Johnny, you should know what freedom feels like."
"Yes, like the wind blowing from the coast, like the breasts of Mexican beauties, like having a barbecue party on the beach, you can do all these things because you have both the idea and the ability."
"I like your metaphors, especially the Mexican beauty part."
"Have you got any ideas? Are you just going to watch these two idiots get chopped up?"
"No matter what we think, the problem is there's nothing we can do about it."
"Yes, this feeling is the most damn annoying."
"Hey, do you feel bad again? I think you should stop calling Johnny Silverhand and call him Johnny Sweetheart instead."
"You don't understand." Johnny pointed at the red-haired man, "When I think of another me in his mind, it feels like eating a can of luncheon meat made in the last century. It's disgusting and disgusting, but
But I have to admit that this thing is really effective.”
"I understand, don't forget, this person is another me. I am just like him, lying in the garbage like a stinky household appliance. You know, Johnny, for the first time in my life
The first time I had an intuitive feeling about death was when I was a child and saw the road.
There was a man driving a truck next to him, carrying a truck of scraps. There was a damaged server inside, with wires and sockets exposed. At that time, I was wondering if we, who are covered with modified prosthetics, would be the same after death.
In this way, the skin peels off, the wires break, and it becomes motionless."
"That sounds pretty vivid. Shit, I remembered something."
"What?"
Before Johnny could answer, Arasaka's ninjas arrived on motorcycles and shot at Takemura on the highway.
The man named Takemura is very strong, just like the protagonist in a spy movie. Others always miss when they hit him, but he can take away an enemy in three or two hits.
Sitting in the car he drove, we felt very much - like riding an angry killer whale, swinging from side to side, and the inertia kept trying to throw us out. At the critical moment, Johnny pulled me up.
Thanks for your concern, old man.
The red-haired man woke up a little in such a fierce chase. Takemura handed him a pneumatic syringe and asked him to help him shoot the incoming enemy.
Oh, the scene was wonderful. It's a pity that I can't convey the experience of the person involved to you exactly. I saw the red-haired man unnaturally excited after being injected with the medicine - there were still bullet holes in his head, I guess.
Said, he is definitely a person who died once, just like me.
The last Arasaka ninja was really crazy. He waved his mantis sword like a flying strange bird. He jumped one second before the car exploded and landed on the front hood of the car. It was really hard for him. He shouted traitor,
He swung the knife at Zhucun and the red-haired man.
Takemura tried his best to shake off this crazy ninja. If I felt like I was riding a killer whale just now, now I felt like I was standing on the horns of a bullfight.
We were thrown away, and so was the ninja. He was thrown to the edge of the front of the car, and his lower body fell outside. He was pushed all the way by the car and hit a concrete pillar on the side of the road.
It's a blockbuster-style battle, with explosions, red flames, thick smoke, blood and flying machine parts, burning wreckage and exhausted actors, what more could you want?
Johnny and I were both lying on the road, each gasping for breath.
The clean sky with sparse clouds became gradually gloomier and the light receded.
We came to old Victor's clinic, where he was working hard to save the red-haired man. Takemura helped, and Draman, an unexpected friend, was also helping - he was the one who brought Takemura and the red-haired man together just now.
transported to the clinic.
Johnny and I were two helpless bystanders. We watched Victor open the red-haired man's cranial cavity, exposing the organs and prostheses. Blood, tissue fluid, and coolant seeped out, making it sticky. I
He didn't dare to look closely, but Johnny was very serious.
"Hey, are you perverted? What's so interesting about the human brain?"
"I don't know, but I just want to see it."
"I heard that when people are going crazy, they will do some boring things to calm their nerves. Is this the same for you?"
"I can't say for sure, maybe."
The rescue process lasted a long time, which was a torment for everyone.
In my experience, Jonas just patted his forehead and cured my injury. But here, everything was very complicated. When Victor took out the bullet from the red-haired man's brain, everyone was confused.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including Johnny.
"Why are you sighing? You didn't help."
"I feel the same, you know, little girl."
"Come on."
"I'm really curious about what's going to happen next."
To be honest, I am also curious, because everything that happens to him is destined to happen to me.
The operation was successful, but not long after, the red-haired man suffered from neurological shock, so he was rescued a second time...
After a busy day, as bystanders, we are well aware of the efforts that Lao Wei, Takemura and Delaman put in to save the red-haired man.
Finally, he woke up.
I just can't speak yet.
At least the eyes are open.
Zhucun came to see him again, and after a while, he fell asleep again.
Time jumped very quickly, and all of this happened under my cold eyes.
When he finally woke up and had the strength to speak, Johnny and I listened carefully to the rest of the conversation.
"V, you're awake, how do you feel?"
"...Well, there are all kinds of hallucinations in my head."
"Can you tell me something?"
"There was a dazzling light and chaos all around. I stood on the stage and could hardly breathe. My heart was filled with...hate. Then I grabbed the microphone and tried to vent it out, but it was of no use...I also dreamed of holding a bomb.
Go blow up Arasaka Tower..."
Johnny and I each sighed after hearing this.
"V, that's not a dream, it's a memory. There is someone's personality on this chip, and what you dream about is his past... You don't have much time... This chip is like a bomb, and now the fuse is on
You still have a few weeks at most, Silver Hand's consciousness is covering your consciousness. You will gradually take over your body, and one day, you will disappear completely. Do you understand?"
Holy shit!
Not only the parties involved were dumbfounded, but the audience was also dumbfounded.
I grabbed Yin Shou's neck and pushed him against the wall, "Get the hell out of my head!"
