Life at Marvel

At the same time, Queens, inside a rental house.

In a small, dim room, the depot-like floor is littered with empty beer cans, used condoms and changed dirty laundry, couch tables are piled with instant noodle boxes and mountains of cigarette butts, sinks are filled with used cutlery, and piles of trash and a worn-out electric guitar are piled up in the corners.

Johnny was now naked, lying on a messy double bed, with a cigarette in his left hand and an untouched carcass in his right hand.

Johnny spread his hands, squinted slightly, and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

The blonde girl in his arms was gently twisting her body at this time, her right hand drawing circles on Johnny's chest, and her mouth was humming.

Spit out his last puff of his cigarette, Johnny gets up and starts dressing, and the blonde chick sits up from the bed, revealing a large piece of beauty.

"Honey, are you leaving?" Her tone was full of reluctance.

"Hmm," Johnny nodded.

"So will we meet again in the future?"

"I don't know."

"Then can you give me your contact information."

Johnny, who put on his pants, said coldly: "Can't.

Johnny's coldness seemed to be a little unexpected, she showed a grievance look, flattened her mouth, and asked in a weak tone: "What about the name, can you tell me your name?"

Johnny turned his head and looked directly at the big girl: "Emily, pure love little girls are not suitable for your drama, I throw a case of beer casually on the dance floor of the wildfire bar, at least I can smash and cry 8 or 9 sissies who have slept with you, pretend to be pure with me here?" Have you been brainbroken by a cold spirit?

"What do you mean?" Emily's tone grew cold.

"Do you need me to be more obvious? Is your head just to make yourself appear taller?

Johnny put on the last piece of clothing and said contemptuously while lighting a cigarette: "A resident singer who is drugged and promiscuous in a bar, obviously wants to fish me this kaizi, but she doesn't even bother to clean up the used cover on the floor at home, are you looking down on me, or are you too proud of yourself?"

"Why do you still sleep?" Because I like to take advantage of the girl who sends it to the door, I don't go to the white, just like other men who go to you. Johnny pointed his cigarette finger at Emily and said in a contemptuous tone.

Johnny, who opened the door, seemed to remember something, turned his head and said to Emily: "You are not suitable for singing rock, your soul is like a puddle of mud, and I feel sick to my stomach when it stinks."

With that, Johnny left the room.

He drove a high-powered locomotive through New York City at night.

The strong wind blew his long black hair, and looking at the passers-by, an arrogant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Neon lights flicker in various nightclubs around the city, and young men and women gather around and laugh loudly. In a trance, Johnny felt like he had returned to the familiar Night City.

The illusion of a moment made Johnny lose his mind slightly.

He parked the locomotive on the side of the road, sat on the curb in front of his restaurant, took out the wine jug from his arms, and poured a strong sip of Chinese liquor.

"Whew..."

Exhaling a breath of wine, Johnny felt the heart beating violently in his chest, clenched his fists, felt the arm that was already flesh and blood, and the feeling of uneasiness slowly faded from his chest.

I don't know how long I sat here, until V came back to see Johnny sitting stupidly in the doorway.

"What are you thinking?"

V took the wine jug set aside and took a sip, the spiciness of the liquor stimulating her esophagus, turning V into an emoji.

Johnny ignored V's question, just said to himself: "It's really a good city, isn't it, V, there are no monopoly companies, and there are no hungry people." Don't worry about having your land and water robbed, and no scavenger taking away your organs and prosthesis. "

It's strange what kind of wind Johnny is smoking, but this guy is like that, with a sensitive heart.

"Endless spirits, endless chicks, right, this is indeed your style."

V sits next to Johnny, lights a cigarette, and cares for Johnny in his own way.

Johnny smiled dumbly: "That's right, this is indeed my style, drunk and dreaming of doing messy things and bad ideas every day, obviously it is my proposal, but the first to give up is always me, and in the end I can only rely on you and the boss to clean up the mess for me."

"The boss is willing to clean up the mess for you, and so am I, but I still want to ask you to change it a little, after all, taking a drunken man home won't let me show my face, Mr. Johnny Silver Hand~" V took a puff of his cigarette and quipped.

"Ha, it's so interesting, the legend of Night City, the famous V actually said that he was willing to clean up the mess for me, I don't have so much money to pay you." Johnny's expression was a little lonely, and his voice was low.

"Johnny, what are you pumping?" V asked puzzled.

"V, I'm not afraid of your jokes, just for a moment, I felt like I was back in Night City, I was still the conceited Johnny silver hand, the Arakaban Company was still hanging over everyone's heads, sucking everyone's flesh and blood, and I didn't dare to pick up the gun in my hand and resist."

V：...............

Johnny's fingers holding the cigarette trembled a little: "I feel that Johnny's silver hand is slowly dying in my heart, the fire of my resistance is gradually extinguished, and I am becoming less and less like myself." Johnny smoked as if he were stunned, his tone full of self-doubt.

"What happens when Johnny Silver Hand appears in a world that doesn't need to be fought?"

Johnny stared at V.

"Nothing will happen, it's just that there is one more stupid man in the world." Johnny, are you playing with women to play with your brains? You've been sitting like a homeless idiot for hours, and TM is thinking about this? The

sound of Johnny's motorcycle was too loud, and Liu Qi's room was next to the road, and Liu Qi had been watching him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room since Johnny sat on the road, until he saw V return.

Originally, he was ready to sleep again, but he heard Johnny start talking nonsense downstairs, and finally Liu Qi couldn't resist coming downstairs.

Liu Qi sat on Johnny's other side, stretched out his arm, hugged his neck tightly, and said: "Since the star came, we haven't talked about each other, taking the opportunity, today we will have an adult meeting, without children."

After speaking, he shook Johnny and said jokingly: "Choose Johnny, do you think you are an adult or a little brat?" Are you going back to sleep now, or are you going to have a good chat with us? "

Let's talk, boss."

"Ok, let's talk about what you think."

After speaking, Liu Qi and V were like two elementary school students listening to the lecture, staring at Johnny closely with flashing curious eyes, but there were two words written in black and white on their faces.

"Gossip"

knew that he could not escape this calamity today, and Johnny simply broke the jar and broke, organizing language to analyze his heart.

"Boss, I feel as if I have completely integrated into this world, the flame of resistance in my heart is extinguished, the courage is getting less and less, the scruples are increasing, I can't even write the beginning of a rock song now, I don't know myself now."

Johnny's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, without the harsh essence of the past.

"I can't even imagine myself returning to the cyberworld, I lost the courage to resist Arasaka, and now the flame in my heart is extinguished, and all that remains is ruins."

Liu Qi slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "Do you people in literary and artistic works talk so literally, it's really boring to make such a thing for half a day." Reaching

out and lighting a cigarette, Liu Qi put on a look ready to talk.

In the curious eyes of the two, Liu Qi told his previous story.