Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

The black buildings collapsed one after another, and the dark messy threads dispersed into thin threads one after another, fleeing in panic.

The panicked screams of the crowd penetrated the speakers and enveloped the audience from all directions, as if they were actually there.

"This is a true story."

The ruins of houses and the exiled figures disappeared into the pale.

Finally, it was condensed into such a short and cold text on the screen.

"Animated film in the form of a documentary?"

"Isn't it interesting?"

Xida was chewing popcorn and talking vaguely, her cheeks bulging like a cute hamster.

Yahweh nodded slightly. It was a novel experience to occasionally entertain him in a human way.

Xi Ta raised his eyebrows, took a sip of warm milk tea, and turned his attention to the movie.

Yahweh placed a large cup of popcorn on the unoccupied couple's seat next door, letting the girl lie down comfortably in his arms, imitating her appearance and casting her gaze towards the screen.

The hero appears.

He limped along the dark alley, holding on to the wall, and his body was covered in bruises.

A huge explosion blew his small home into the sky, temporarily buying him some time.

He had just swallowed the last pill.

Time is running out to stay awake.

Although he is crazy enough now.

Normal people would not bury huge tons of high explosives under the floor of the room where they live.

It's a pity that he couldn't kill those vicious dogs as well.

The strong man in the lead seemed to be a smart man. He noticed something was wrong immediately and seemed to immediately pull his teammates away.

No matter how smart you are, only then you are qualified to take his life.

If he died in the hands of a reckless man without any reason, he would be laughed at by Nia and Lao Ruifan in the future.

Dilla sighed at the sea hanging upside down above her head, exhaled a faint white mist, and in a blink of an eye it was sieved by the ruthless raindrops and disappeared without a trace.

"The fate of this male protagonist is quite tragic." Xi Da sniffed and said dullly.

"A refugee whose country has been destroyed and his family is destroyed, fleeing endlessly to the ends of the earth." Yahweh touched Xida's head and summed it up simply.

About a quarter of the way through the movie, a gloomy tone hit us.

"But the ending is happy in the end, isn't it?" he added.

"The male protagonist at the beginning is indeed quite happy." Xi Da said, pushing her head into her lover's warm arms.

The classic reverse chronological technique, with the current male protagonist telling his past story.

Yahweh doesn't like this approach. He subconsciously hates this kind of story with a predetermined ending.

Even if the story has a happy ending.

"Don't you like it?" Xi Da leaned against her boyfriend's body. Even though her back was turned to him, she could still sensitively detect his changing emotions.

"I hate stories whose endings are already determined." Yahweh chose to tell the truth.

"Hmm..." Xi Tao responded in a low voice, without comment, but she pressed closer to him.

"The ending has been decided, why are we still struggling?" Feng Yu agreed with her soft words, and they all made a deafening noise that drowned the world.

"This is a human being. Even if he is crazy, he is still a human being." Rowena responded in a low voice, carefully bandaging the horrific wounds all over Bit's body as he collapsed on the ground.

At the moment of the explosion, the four of them opened the newly installed Si'an Westan prosthetic body.

However, even if they can transcend time in an instant, they are not completely immune to the damage caused by the explosion.

Boros and Rowena were experienced and avoided the scattered house corpses in time.

The newbie Melissa was not used to this speedy feeling, and her mind did not have time to issue avoidance instructions to her body.

It was Bit who used his not-so-tall body to block all the incoming gravel particles for her.

The price was that there were several more bloody holes in the body, as well as large and small wounds, which were shocking.

Fortunately, the medical equipment was fully prepared and Bit's life was not in danger for the time being.

"Is he okay?" Melissa asked in a low voice, full of self-blame.

"You'll die, but you won't die." Rowena bandaged Bit's wound and responded softly.

"Where's the captain?"

"Going to kill someone."

Rowena glanced at the unconscious Bit for the last time, turned around and stood in front of the window, looking out at the storm that didn't know when it would stop, and murmuring in a low voice.

Melissa opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

In the end, she lowered her head, pricked up her ears, and quietly followed the angry thunder mixed with the wind and rain.

"Why are you alone, where are your other teammates?"

Dilla leaned against the wall and shouted at the cold figure standing in the shadows in front of her.

"It was my fault. I am enough to kill you." Boros spoke word by word. At this moment, thick lightning pierced the sky, followed by roaring thunder.

"Ha." Dilla chuckled, spreading his arms flat, as if he was about to surrender.

He stayed there quietly, waiting for Boros to approach step by step.

"Tap tap tap..."

Boros walked slowly, his footprints deeply imprinted on the ground, as if they contained immense power.

Dilla raised the corners of her mouth.

Then the flat hands burst into flesh and blood, and instantly turned into death's scythes.

He crossed his arms and swung at Boros's neck, but was surprised to find that the figure of the strong man turned into a series of afterimages and disappeared into the air, escaping this fatal sneak attack.

"Sian Westan? They are not willing to put this kind of thing on their lackeys." Dilla recognized the truth behind Boros's disappearance.

Compared with the traditional Klenchikov, which is widely used in the military, the Siannwestan has better performance and is more dangerous and deadly.

They are both life-killing weapons for others and themselves.

Boros put the large-caliber revolver in his hand against Dilla's temple and pulled the trigger hard.

There was a huge roar, but the fatal bullet missed.

Dilla's chuckle came from Boros's side.

It wasn't because he was well-informed that he recognized Sean Westan.

Just because he also installed this deadly prosthetic body.

Just a few days ago, the man from the Zhang Group left Dilla a gift.

"name?"

"Boros."

The figures of two men, one tall and one short, disappeared into the misty rain.

The high-speed bodies criss-crossed in the small space, and in the heavy rain, a dry open space was forcibly cleared.

The raindrops were shattered and evaporated the moment they approached this area.

However, the words came out from each other's mouths word by word in a leisurely manner.

"It's really beyond my expectation, Dila." Boros said, his tone became calm, and all the monstrous anger was hidden in the intertwined sharp edges and fireworks at that moment.

"Boros, are you interested in making a deal?" Dila said softly, but easily penetrated the roar that erupted from the collision of the mantis blades.

"sucker Punch?"

"A gift, Boros, a last gift from a dying man."

"Gift?" Boros chuckled, and during the 793rd sword collision, he severely cut off Dilla's old mantis blade.

"Gift." Dilla emphasized one last time, staring quietly at Boros's lowered eyes.

The heavy rain rushed to engulf this dry pure land, and the cold rain fell on Boros's head.

As if to cool down his boiling heart and murderous intent.

"go on."