Break Through the Steam Game Library

"It's impossible, stop dreaming."

Nothing is possible, Johnny, what are you talking nonsense.

"She's straight, do you understand? You're a double, you really don't understand your brain circuit. Do you want to go when you see the beautiful?"

I simply appreciate the beauty of human beings. You stinky men who engage in gender narration know a hammer!

"Let me do the math, how many people did you do with you during your idle time, wow, I can't count the fuck!"

You still have the face to say me! When you were a rock musician yourself, how many flesh and blood revolved around you all day long!

"You know what a fart! That's called art!"

I have never seen art done in bed!

"They are good at me for the sake of art! They are not with me, but with art!"

Leave this to the police!

I don't intend to argue with Johnny this bitch. It is not worth it. If he is a living person, then maybe I can scold him to death, but he is already dead, and it would be a waste of life to be angry with him.

The floating car was completely dead, and it wandered down into the unobstructed desert.

Then Adcado's rescue team rushed over to help. It may also be the autumn wind. It's hard to say, anyway, if it is profitable, the wanderers of the tribe will not miss a god-given opportunity. The radio was full of their communications all the way, Panan was anxious, but because of the pulse interference, her signal could not pass. When we arrived at the crash point of the floating car, the battle was over.

Scorpion died, not only him, the rescue team was wiped out, only Mitch was captured and barely survived.

I am not familiar with them. I won't be sad for how many people die. Panan was heartbroken to death.

I have to say that Scorpion’s motorcycle is good. With it, I can also brag to Jack, making it more convenient to drive in the night city. The corpse of the scorpion burned in the car under the cliff. When I rushed to the funeral that day, the fog was still heavy, and when I got there, the fog was all gone. The scorpion died inexplicably, and the city of Night always wanted to eat people carelessly, just like a lion pounced on people. Sometimes you can survive because it is not hungry yet. Scorpion is a person, and the impression left to me after his death is more complex and vivid than before his death.

"Do you have anything to say?"

I shook my head.

After Scorpion’s funeral, I stayed in the tribe for two days. I still wanted to persuade Panan to go with me to live in the night city, but she seemed determined to stay here. The tribal leader Thor and her are in a political disagreement. This is all housework, and Panan is just a rebellious girl in the eyes of others. But she is indeed very popular among the tribe. I once heard mercenaries in the afterlife say that wanderers are like a group of lions. When a new leader appears, there will be clear factions in the tribe. They spare no effort to support their peers and make no reservations.

I guessed in my mind that Phranan might become the new leader. She is a responsible girl. The companions who love the tribe deeply. They are like family. They spend the same time on the streets in the night city. They are familiar with the people in the gang and the neighborhood. Everyone hugs together at the bottom to keep warm. Those petty-bourgeois youths often make strange remarks, saying that they envy the lives of ordinary people and help each other like a big family. No, what they admire is the collective imaginary in their minds that can endlessly warm their postmodern empty souls.

From small to large, what made me feel warm was Lu Zongping’s bird man’s bar. Strangely speaking, as soon as I left the bottom, I immediately wanted to disassociate myself from the past, just like a sleeper waking up from a dream, everyone is like this, and I no longer want to recall the difficult days of the past after I have developed. Only the bar, the nightclub in the afterlife can't compare to the feeling there.

Phanan invited me to drink in the bar of the tribe. Every day, I stay here, mainly to help her upgrade her car. To be honest, the roof cannon is really not easy to use, so unstable. Sooner or later, the weapon will give the user a bit of suffering.

She likes me more and more, but not as much as I expected.

Johnny can speak cold words. He pretends to mix drinks behind the bar, but he can only drink what he can drink. Digital alcohol can't drunk the soul of Night City.

I should go.

But at the same time, the biochip in the brain gave me a violent punch, and I was so painful. If I had this pain when giving birth to a child in the future, I would specify that I would not have it. It's like 10,000 children are going to come out of my head every time. It's a shame to faint with pain.

As the plot continues to advance, the frequency of headaches is increasing, and the biochip continues to corrode my nervous system, which is terrible. I may not have time to regret it. The headache that I have fixed at least once a day forces me to solve the plot, otherwise it would hurt me to death, which is not worth it.

It was already the next day when I woke up. The sky in the bad soil is overcast and the wind is still strong. The radio weather forecast says that there will be rain in many areas of Night City.

I was still lying on the bed at the time without opening my eyes. A call from Judy Alvarez called and said that Evelyn had committed suicide. She hoped that I could go there as soon as possible.

I said "Okay, come right away." But I didn't want to go there at all. Evelyn died when she died. Her fate was very miserable. Poor girl, life forced her to have no choice. The matter of stirring herself into Arasaka, a little aftermath could kill her~www.wuxiaspot.com ~Judy's tone on the phone is very bad, and the expression in the video is also ugly. It seems that a lot of tears have flowed.

I do not care.

How sad and sad she has anything to do with me? It was Evelyn who messed up all of this. I was mixed up in Night City. Because of her broken commission, now my life is completely ruined. . Not only was it ruined, it was completely turned into a lie. Now she is dead, but who cares about my life?

The plot doesn't treat me as a human being, and for those who are controlled by the plot, they don't treat me as a human being.

",do not be angry."

How can I not be angry? With a word from your Johnny Silver Hand, can't I be angry anymore?

"You can't spread grievances on others, it's naive. What is that **** is like, life gives you a lemon, and you make it into lemonade. Look at it. Anyway, your life is at stake. Satisfy more and meet the requirements of people around you. Take it as doing good deeds."

It's easy to say. I didn't expect you to be a psychotherapist. You cold-blooded electronic bastard, what stand do you accuse me of? Without you, I wouldn't have to suffer these pains at all!

"If you hadn't had me, you would have died long ago! You died in the trash, and the body was rotten to pieces."

"Are you awake? Frightened me. Are you better?" Panan's palm was rough and warm.

I don't want to say anything.

In the blinding darkness, Panan kept touching my cheek, like a mother.

"What's wrong with your body? You vomited blood yesterday." It's a blessing to let a cool girl like her comfort others, but I don't need anyone's comfort.

"Tell us if anything is difficult, Adcado will always stand behind you."

Don't care, thank you.

All I saw was darkness.