Johnny Silverhand, a legend of Night City and a reluctant veteran, undoubtedly possesses amazing fighting skills. I have never seen anyone take on a team of NCPD officers so brilliantly.
When I raised the gun, people in the studio called the police. There were already a large number of police officers stationed nearby to prevent the protest march from getting out of control. Now they turned against me.
"Bullshit." Johnny complained in a low voice and fired with a gun.
As soon as those people in the studio saw me pulling out my gun, they immediately ran away. Only Joshua and I were left on the field. He cried and said: "No, don't kill anyone, V, please..."
"Shut the hell up! You are a stupid murderer and a religious retard with abnormal brain. You can cry when I take you out!" Johnny was not accommodating at all. He shot and injured two police officers.
Later, he took Joshua hostage and looked for the back door.
No, no, no!
The door was locked, and even gunshots couldn't break it. The NCPD gangsters came from the front door like a sea, and they couldn't kill them all. Normally, they would have fled away at this time. When it was time for the violent terrorist mobile team to come out to clean up the floor, they could come.
He was not merciless at all. If someone hadn't come out of a studio and asked the police not to let Joshua get hurt - Johnny would have been shot dead long ago.
The venue was unfavorable, the firearms were not very handy, and I did not inject viruses into these notes in advance. This battle was quite frustrating.
He was extremely angry, but still said nothing. I could feel his thoughts as bright and heavy as mercury flowing in my brain, and his murderous instinct was as obvious as the spikes of sea urchins. At this time, I understood why Johnny always had
That kind of confidence and no-nonsense temperament, just because he is so damn strong!
Joshua closed his eyes, shooting fiercely and fiercely, and the hot metal projectiles flew past his ears, like a roaring river under the night. He didn't look, but he could feel it, and I also knew he could feel it.
, because he sang the name of the Lord loudly at this moment.
The Passion of Jesus! Carrying the Holy Cross, the scorching sun burned the flesh and blood of the Son.
He really considered himself the Messiah.
The scene was chaotic enough, and I was the only one silently meditating in the blind darkness.
Johnny's fight will not stop. What he faces is not the security force of Night City, but the error correction mechanism of the plot. He can't kill all of these policemen.
"V, no matter what idea you have, you have to do it quickly."
In the silence, my vision gradually recovered, just like a timer alarm clock reminding me that it was time to come out of my meditation.
I told Johnny: Hey, I think I know who the player is.
"Don't talk about it for now. Are you okay? I have to prepare and rush out with this loser. If you have nothing to do, just stop talking."
Listen to me, Johnny, put Joshua back on the cross.
He did so, passed through the hail of bullets, and threw Joshua back onto the cross. At this time, he was almost completely exposed to the police's firepower, but the moment Joshua touched the cross, the gunfire stopped.
Not only did the gunfire stop, but the fleeing studio personnel did not know when to return to their seats. If it weren't for the fact that there were more than ten corpses lying on the ground, it would almost be as if nothing had happened.
Johnny was a little tired, and my body also felt very sore. After the high-intensity battle, I was sleepy as hell.
At this time we were still holding the hammer and nails, and Joshua closed his eyes and prayed.
People in the studio whispered: "Hurry up!"
Johnny squatted next to the cross and asked me: "What should we do now? And who are the players?"
Don’t you understand, Johnny? Look at those people, they are all puppets on the stage. The plot is the thread that controls them, and we are the ones holding the thread! We are the players!
"Oh, fuck, V, sometimes you are really a genius!" Johnny ate all the cigarette butts excitedly, "But what's the use of knowing this! Plot is still plot, you can't let Ye let the night go with just one sentence.
The city is burning, but if there is any in the plot
There will definitely be an arrangement for dropping a nuclear bomb in Night City." He said and made himself laugh, "Look, when I went to blow up Arasaka Tower, wasn't it just a plot arrangement? It's really fucked up when you think about it.
I really can't stand my past, it's like..."
It's like living a lie, yes we all feel that way.
Look at those people, corporate dogs and murderers. They usually make us wary because we know they are dangerous. One represents capital and the other represents sin. These two types of people are the best in Night City.
.
Why should we be afraid of them now? The plot is like a net on the river. Once a fish is hooked, it will be tightly entangled and cannot escape. The feeling of freedom can only be found in the small gaps in the mesh, which is so suffocating.
So in theory, everyone in the game can be a player. As long as they can see the web hanging above their heads. As long as they understand that the web is sluggish and full of loopholes.
"Wait, according to what you said, we are not players, we are bugs." Johnny seemed to have a headache from thinking, "The real players should not be in the game from the beginning. You are wrong, we
No player found."
Johnny, don’t you understand? How can something like players really appear in the game world? They must need characters to let them in. And we are the game characters who give players a sense of immersion. Players live in us.
He is like God.
Johnny finally agreed with me.
As long as the plot is completed, no matter how outrageous the process is, it is a success.
Joshua did not need to die, but someone had to be crucified on the cross.
I think those company dogs are very suitable.
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Rachel, the pink-haired company employee, had never looked down on Joshua, and of course she looked down on me. She stood behind the set lights and sneered.
Then I Shiran walked over and picked her up - just like carrying a puppet. When I pushed Joshua off the cross and pressed this beautiful and vicious woman on top, I clearly saw Rachel.
A transparent face is superimposed on the face.
Johnny pretended to be pious, "Oh, aren't you the Messiah! Save yourself, and save us too!" - "Luke 23:39"
Very funny, Johnny.
The illusory shadow covering Rachel's body was like a transparent insect chrysalis.
No one noticed the surprise. Rachel's face was screaming, but the chrysalis was letting out a heavy manly gasp.
I thrust the spike in, "Since you are also being punished, don't you fear God?" - "Luke 23:40"
The chrysalis howled in pain, and the woman under the skin struggled, but could not break free.
This layer of chrysalis is the true manifestation of the plot. Only my eyes can see clearly. It is wrapped in the flesh and blood of sinners. That is the Messiah.
The prayers of ten thousand Joshuas came out from the chrysalis, just like the countless deaths that had occurred in the long river of the plot: "Father, forgive them! For they are all ignorant people." - "The Gospel of Luke"
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The red mist billows and the cross rises.
The post-modern cybernetic Jesus Christ is suffering today and now.
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Fourth Wall Studio's new Mewtwo "Enthusiasm" has indeed received a strong response. The man who died on the cross in the film looks exactly like Joshua, but is actually synthesized using digital technology. The amazing character story is strong and real.
Emotional signals, the combination of these two is a big killer in the market. As for Joshua himself, I don’t care where he goes. This kind of person can die as far away as he likes.
What's important? What's important is that I can go back to Misty's shop now, drink two glasses of tequila, and listen to my friends bragging.
I'm not in a hurry now.
I'm really not in a hurry at all. The schedule is full, but as long as I don't do it, what's the big deal. It's true that there are many stories waiting for me to promote, Judy Alvarez, Panam Parr
Mo, those middlemen have a lot of entrustments for me at any time.
I'm really a little tired of it.
Because I understand that none of these plots will make me happy. I don’t have to think about drinking good rum in the winery. The same is true in Night City. They are all tragedies. If I don’t do it,
On the contrary, everything was fine.
Fuck the plot.
Go fuck yourself and save the world.
I am a player, and everything I do in this game is up to me!