Break Through the Steam Game Library

Johnny Silver Hand, the legend of Night City, an unwilling veteran, he undoubtedly possesses amazing fighting skills. I have never seen anyone who can single out a team of police officers so wonderfully.

When I raised the gun, the people in the studio called the police. There were a large number of police officers stationed nearby to prevent the protest team from getting out of control. Now they turned their heads to deal with me.

"Dog notes." Johnny whispered. Shoot with a gun.

The people in the studio ran clean as soon as they saw me dig out their guns. Only Joshua and I were left on the court. He cried and said, "No, don't kill, please..."

"Shut up your **** mouth! You're a stupid murderer and a religiously retarded brain. You can cry again when I take you out!" Johnny wasn't used to people at all. After shooting two police officers, he carried Joshua to search for the back door.

No, no no, no!

The door was locked, and the guns couldn’t be broken. The dog slivers came from the front door, like the sea, and they couldn’t kill them. Normally, they would have strayed with their heads long ago. When the Terrorist Mobile Team came out to wash the ground, they also came Not soft at all. If it weren't for running out of a studio and asking the police not to hurt Joshua, Johnny would have been shot and killed.

The venue is unfavorable, the guns are not easy, and I did not inject the virus into these slivers in advance. The battle was frustrated enough.

He was extremely angry, but he still didn't say a word. I could perceive 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 it. That kind of self-confidence and unrestrained temperament, just because he is **** strong enough!

Joshua closed his eyes, shot furiously, and hot metal bullets flew past his ears, like a roaring river in the night. He didn't look at it, but he could feel it, and I knew he could feel it. , Because he chanted the name of the Lord aloud at this moment.

Crucifixion! Carrying the Holy Cross, the flesh and blood of the Son is roasted in the sun.

He really regarded himself as the Messiah.

The scene was chaotic enough, only I was silent, silently meditating in the blind darkness.

Johnny's battle will not stop. What he faces is not the guard force of Night City. What he faces is the error correction mechanism of the plot. These policemen can't kill them all.

"No matter what idea you have, you can do it quickly."

In the silence, my eyesight recovered little by little, like a timed alarm clock reminding me that it was time to come out of contemplation.

I told Johnny: Hey, I seem to know who the player is.

"Don't talk about this for now, are you okay? I have to prepare and take this waste out. If there is nothing wrong with you, stop talking."

Listen to me, Johnny, you put Joshua back on the cross.

He did so, and threw Joshua back onto the cross through the rain of bullets. At this time, he was almost completely exposed to the police's fire cover, but the moment Joshua hit the cross, the gunfire stopped.

Not only did the gunfire stop, but the fled studio staff did not know when they would return to their seats. If it weren't for more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, it would be almost as if nothing had happened.

Johnny is a little tired, and my body also feels very sore. After the intense battle, I am now very sleepy.

At this time we were still holding the hammer and nails, and Joshua closed his eyes and prayed.

The people in the studio whispered, "Hurry up!"

Johnny crouched beside the cross and asked me, "What do you do now? And you said, who is the player?"

Don’t you understand, Johnny? Look at those people. They are all puppets on the stage. The plot is the line that controls them, and we are the people who raise the line! We are the players!

"Oh, fuck, sometimes you are really a genius!" Johnny ate his cigarette butts excitedly. "But what's the use of knowing this! The plot is still the plot, you can't let Yezhi The city is burning, but if there is an arrangement for throwing a nuclear bomb in the night city in the plot, then there must be.” He said and made himself amused, “Look, when I went to blow up the Arasaka Tower, it was not the plot. Really **** thinking about it, I can't stand my past, it's like..."

It's like living in a lie, yes, we all feel that way.

Look at those people, company dogs, and murderers. They usually make us vigilant, because we know that they are dangerous. One represents capital and the other represents sin. In Night City, these two types of people mix best. .

What are we afraid of them now! The plot is like a net on a river. Once a fish is caught, it will be tightly entangled and can't get off. The feeling of freedom is only in the small gaps of the mesh, so suffocating.

So in theory, everyone in the game can be a player. As long as they can see the net hanging over their heads. As long as they understand that the net is sluggish and full of holes.

"Wait, according to you, we are not players, we are bugs." Johnny seemed to have a headache because of thinking, "The real players should not be in the game at the beginning. You are wrong, we didn't find the players. ."

Johnny, don't you understand? How can players like things actually appear in the game world, it must be the role that allows them to stay in, and we are the game characters that give the player a sense of substitution, and the player lives on us, just 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 does not need to die, but someone must be nailed to the cross.

I think those company dogs are very suitable.

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Rachel, a pink-haired company employee, has never looked down on Joshua, and of course she also looked down on me. She was standing behind the backdrop lights and sneered.

Then Shi Shiran went over and carried her up like a puppet, when I pushed Joshua off the cross and pressed this beautiful and vicious woman on top. I clearly saw a transparent face overlapped on Rachel's face.

Johnny pretended to be religious, "Oh, aren't you the Messiah! Save yourself, and save us!" Luke 23:39

Very funny, Johnny.

The illusory shadow covering Rachel's body is like a transparent chrysalis.

No one noticed the accident, Rachel's face was screaming, but the chrysalis was making a heavy man's gasp.

I pierced the nail, "Since you are also punished, are you not afraid of God?" Luke 23:40

The chrysalis screamed in pain, and the woman under the skin of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com struggled, but could not break free.

This layer of chrysalis is the true manifestation of the plot. Only my eyes can see it clearly. It envelops the sinner's flesh and blood, which is the Messiah.

Ten thousand prayers of Joshua came out of the chrysalis, just like the countless deaths that have happened in the long river of the plot: "Father, forgive them! Because they are all ignorant people." Luke 23:34

The red mist is tumbling, and the cross rises.

The post-modern cyber-Jesus Christ suffers today and today.

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The new Chaomeng enthusiasm of the fourth wall studio really responded violently. The man who died on the cross in the film looked exactly like Joshua, but was actually synthesized with digital technology. Amazing character stories, strong and real emotions. Signal, don’t these two things add up to a big killer in the market? As for Joshua himself, I don't care where he goes. This kind of person will die as far as he can.

What is important? The important thing is that I can now go back to Misty’s shop, drink two glasses of tequila, and listen to my friends bragging.

I'm not in a hurry right now.

I'm really not in a hurry. The task is full, but as long as I don't do it, what's the problem? It is true that many stories are waiting for me to promote, Judy Alvarez, Panan Palmer, those middlemen have a lot of entrustment to me at any time.

I'm really tired of it.

Because I understand that none of these plots will make me feel good. You don’t have to want to drink good rum in the winery. It’s the same in Night City. It’s all tragedy. If I don’t do it, On the contrary, everything is fine.

Fuck the plot.

Go **** and save the world.

I am a player, so I have the final say on what I do in this game!