Break Through the Steam Game Library

"Jack, are you okay?"

Jack looked blank, "Of course I'm fine." He had already finished the call with Mrs. Wells at this moment, "It's you, V, why is your face so bad? Did you sleep well last night?"

Can I say that I am amnesia?

"what time is it now?"

"Seven o'clock in the morning, my sister, I'm back early, not late."

So is it the second day now?

"Jack, I feel bad."

"But, V, we are about to start acting soon, and we can't drop the chain at this time!" Jack was so excited, but motivated.

"Jack, I had a dream yesterday..."

"Oh, let's talk as we walk, T-BUG and Dexter are already waiting for us. In the next life, we are here, this is the place for big brothers, are you ready to open your eyes!"

"Well, but..."

Jack put his arms around my shoulders and interrupted my speech. He was really frizzy today, and the conversation with Mrs. Wells just now showed an overwhelming eagerness.

I thought of Jack in that dream, covered in blood, falling in front of me, oh Jack, and his stiff suit. This is not a good sign!

Because of some unspeakable intuition, I repeatedly recalled that dream in my mind, and everything I remember to the limit I can understand, Fool’s card, red-haired mercenary and silver-armed man, priestess Under the card, Hanako Arasaka, the dead Jack, the data matrix and the golden branch tree in the distance.

The lighting of the nightclub in the afterlife is laser green, mysterious, psychedelic, futuristic, profound and crazy. Jack laughed, "This is the heart of the night city, girl (in Spanish)!"

Going down the corridor, there are pipes on both sides, and those who are not qualified to enter the next life hang around the door, smoking, drinking, and taking drugs in the shadows and neon blurred places. Emeric, the guard at the door, looked like a tough guy, and he was a great person to stand in this place.

Jack crossed with him and said that it was from Dexter.

Emeric talked with Dexter and confirmed his identity. Jack looked at and said to me, "After finishing this ticket, we don't have to look at other people's faces anymore. Come here in the future and just brush our faces!"

Huh.

"He asked you to wait for a while, just drink whatever you want."

Jack has always been familiar with himself, "I also use you, my friend (in Spanish)."

Oh, Jack, I think of his death again. The barrel of the gun sticking out of his forehead is his most proud buddy. The pair of pistols he named the golden woman Shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, Jack Wells!" After that, he fumbled out something from the ribbed holster. This thing appeared in his head like that, and I could see it so clearly.

In such a prophecy, would he suffer the doom of death?

I have never been afraid of my own death, but once I encounter the misfortune of my friends, I feel sad and hard to control.

Jack took me to the bar. He kept talking, and the names of Night City legends popped out of his mouth: Susan Frist, Old Snake, Morgan Blackhand...These people are all afterlife. Frequent visitors, just drank on this long bar.

"Hey, did you see that old lady?"

Waiting for us to sit on the bar stools, a woman in a yellow shirt walked over to the private room.

Jack obviously recognized her, "She is Roger-the most powerful middleman in Night City."

This name, that woman, I have a vague impression. She seems to have appeared in yesterday's dream—the queen card, yes, it is her, the queen of the nightclub in the next life.

If I were asked to stare at her face more closely, maybe I could recall more, but she only left me with a familiar back.

The man with the silver arm in the dream called out: Roger!

The bartender is a woman named Claire, "What can I do?"

I really don't want to think about it, so I just ask Jack to make the decision for me.

Jack ordered two glasses of old-fashioned tequila, beer and chili.

Claire smiled and said, "Two cups of Jonny Silverhand, here comes it."

"Wait, Johnny Silverhand, who is that?" I asked almost without thinking.

Both Jack and Claire responded to my ignorance with an emotional tone, and Jack said bluntly: You should watch the second element less!

"Go to your Jack, talk business!"

Claire brought up the two cups of old tequila. "Here, this is Johnny Silverhand."

Jack couldn't wait to take a big sip, "Ha! Enough!"

"Don't sell it, Jack, it's very important to me."

"Johnny Silver Hand, the lead singer of the Wu Shi band, the pioneer of rebelling against the company, the complete terrorist and the legend of Night City."

"Then what has he done?"

"He went to blow up Arasaka Tower." Jack laughed, then added, "Use a nuclear bomb."

Wow.

"Johnny Silverhand, what does he look like?"

Jack sent me a picture. The man in that photo is exactly the same as the man in the dream, the man with the silver arm under the fool card. "What is his relationship with Roger?"

"Hey, everyone said that Rogge and Johnny bombed the Arasaka Tower together. Although she always denies it strongly, everyone knows it well."

"Awesome!"

"No, Dexter was still feeding when Rogge debuted!"

This is the rule in the next life. The wine list is named after the frequent customer, and there is only one condition for this wine list-death.

And to die wonderfully.

In 2023, Johnny Silverhand led people into Arasaka Tower and activated the nuclear bomb, which directly led to the end of the Fourth Corporate War. This was a feat and a disaster. He disappeared afterwards, but the impact he left on the world was unpredictable and will not be eliminated.

Jack asked Claire if he wanted to keep a recipe for him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He also wanted to leave the name on the wine list.

When I talked about this, my heart became heavy again, and Jack's death was vividly remembered. He was still talking about this topic before me.

"You are not allowed to talk about this anymore! What's so good about death!"

"Hey, sister, we must die. If we can die wonderfully, it won't be a trip for nothing."

"Shut up Jack, I don't allow you to mention it anymore, do you hear that!"

"Okay, okay..." Jack begged for mercy, but he was obviously absent-minded, oh, I'm so angry, this man!

Jack turned his head and told Claire his recipe: a vodka, ice, lime juice, **** beer, and most importantly, some love.

Go to your Jack, and have some love. If you die, it is impossible for people to drink any love from your wine. People who come to this bar are all lunatics, full of fame and wealth...Jack, If you die, your love is worthless!