Break Through the Steam Game Library

Someone asked me why I brought my brothers and sisters on the road to resist the company. I am neither the queen of the afterlife nor the second Johnny silver hand. Is it possible that a good mix of mercenaries can blow up the company one by one?

People like me have a mediocre background and a mediocre growth experience. People like me have a lot of them on the streets of Night City. People like me, if they are less lucky, should die in a gang fire.

The men and women of the night city. American men and women. People all over the world, white, black and yellow, Angsa, Germanic, Mongolian, Jewish... Everyone seems to be different, but they seem to be exactly the same. I was doing nothing on the street. When I was hunting the gangsters, I saw these bad stuff that was numbed by the electronic drugs. Most of them were young, shaved with fancy hair styles, and used inferior and old prostheses. When I always clamor, I want to make a vote! Kill two people! Grab his mother!

Let's not talk about the forces on the evil land, just count the gangs in the city of night.

The Moxes Gang and Valentino Gang are fairly regular, the Tiger Claw Gang has the shrewd old lady He Gezi, and the veterans of the Sixth Street Gang are committed to populism, and it makes sense. The voodoo gangs are all **** fleeing from Haiti. They are mysterious and secretive. They don't deal with the Internet surveillance people. Their reputation on the road is not very scary.

However, the whirlpool gang, the scavenger, and the animal gang, these three are basically mental patients' clubs.

They are like squeaking firecrackers. It will explode at any time when it is never quiet. No one likes such people. They are uncontrollable and dangerous. It is difficult to communicate with such people, let alone being friends. Do they care about friends? Rich is an uncle, a fat sheep, and no money is a poor ghost and mud. Good or bad is as simple as that in their eyes.

Do they have a quiet time?

You might shut up when you watch Chaomeng. Hey, I'm speechless. You must be honest when you get drunk by alcohol.

So when will it be quiet?

After being hacked, burning the prosthesis, and restarting the nervous system, they can be quiet at these times.

It's as quiet as a corpse.

Everyone who trades with me on the road knows that I like to stun people and then shoot them to death. If they don't say anything, they must be scared in their hearts.

Isn't it scary for me to do something that scares normal people and scares cyber lunatics?

Of course it is terrible. But it was surprisingly quiet.

This kind of tranquility is that when I put my long barrel against their foreheads, I can take the time to observe their usually noisy and excited faces.

Most of the people who come out are young, ten or twenty years old. If they are still on the street when they are thirty, then there will be no tricks in this life. However, it is really rare to live to be more than thirty in the Night City. The rich are getting older and the poor are getting younger and younger, which is really a big joke.

Men, women, white skins, black skins... When they calm down, there seems to be no difference. Some guys are fierce when they are awake, and once they fall asleep, they actually have a sweet sleep. Makeup and tattoos can't stop their immature faces. Some guys are really pretty, but of course they are even more ugly. It does not matter. No one is born to be a foil to others. Among a group of fierce and beautiful street boys, there are always one or two that look good. It's like a pearl in the mud.

It seems that only at this time can everyone realize that these cold, mentally retarded thugs are also human.

When I was helping with errands in Valentino, I met those brothers and sisters, most of whom also have families. We talked about the rules and the Bible. I usually get together to drink, listen to the radio and watch shows. Haywood is like a special big family. We have our own guidelines for doing things.

Those who don't follow the rules are either driven into desperation by debts, or have no worries. People are like this. We often have no choice. We can't choose whether it's good or bad. The ignorant boys and girls feel that there is a gun in their hands and there are people around them, so they can regard the law as nothing. But the big guys tend to know the rules better than the paper.

Make good people sad, always profit. These things that street boys often do are no different from the things that companies do. I can paralyze a prosthetic person, maybe I can paralyze a company organization. At that time, a company that is quiet, no longer going crazy and killing people, will make people feel different?

I don't know, but I want to give it a try.

"You really want to do this?!" Johnny said.

"Are you sure you want to do this?!" Jack said.

"Are you really determined?!" Lao Wei said.

Everyone thinks I am crazy, and I also know that I am crazy. But I am mad to survive. To be crushed by the company is to die, to be forced by the plot is to die, and to die as well. I should always ask myself to choose a happy road. There is no regret when I die!

No matter what decision I make, I know that a few people will agree with it.

For example, Lu Zongping, such as my teacher Benning, Mr. Wolf, Naruto and Sasuke. They are different from everyone in the night city. I have fully understood that they are not the characters in this game.

When Lu Zongping saw me coming to the bar, he just raised his head and glanced at me. He was not cleaning the glass today, but chatting with someone.

There are guests! I wanted to say hello, but I didn't say anything. Although the strange disease on my body seems to have improved, I have become accustomed to the feeling of reticence ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will not be able to correct it for a while.

"Here? Find a place to do it yourself, and pour what you want to drink. I can't get out of it here."

I have never seen Lu Zongping being so polite. Although he is still expressionless, his posture is a bit cramped. Sitting opposite him, a mysterious guy in a dark purple long robe is slowly drinking a cup of screwdriver.

It was supposed to be a woman, her hands exposed outside were very white, her face hidden under her hood, it was completely pitch black, as if the hat had turned into a dark hole, and no light could penetrate. She wore a golden crown and a ruby ​​gold pendant on her neck. It seemed that they were very valuable, and it could be worth buying a building in the city center.

When did Lu Zongping know such a rich man?

He introduced me to the woman in a low voice: "She's called Valerie, her nickname is, and the hero of the story is her."

"Hey!" I was a little surprised at what he said.

My eyesight did not disappear when I was speaking, maybe my illness really got better, and because of this, I could see the woman turning her head to me.

It was still pitch black under the hood.

A woman doesn't say a word, just like a deaf-mute person. She just put down the cup and beckoned to me.

Of course I'm not welcome. I was about to sit next to the woman, but Lu Zongping yanked me over and pressed him to his seat, "I'll introduce you to you." He gave me a vicious look when he spoke. , And when he turned his head to look at the woman, he immediately squeezed out a smile.

"In front of you is the greatest alchemist in countless universes, masters of all truth, masters of magic, soul, craftsmanship, and natural forces, and an incomparable wise man, Ms. Mina."

"Who? Never heard of it."

I didn't know how powerful the person in front of me was. If I knew it, I wouldn't dare to be so careless.