Chapter 1050

Johnny silverhand, the legend of the night city and a reluctant veteran, undoubtedly has amazing fighting skills. I've never seen anyone pick a team of NCPD officers like this.

When I raised my gun, the people in the studio called the police. There were a lot of police officers around here to prevent the procession from getting out of control. Now they turned to deal with me.

"Dog cop." Johnny murmured. Shooting with guns.

The people in the studio ran away as soon as they saw me take out the gun. Only Joshua and I were left on the field. He cried, "no, don't kill people. V, please..."

"Shut the hell up! You are a stupid murderer and a religious retarded with abnormal brain. You can't cry until Lao Tzu takes you out! " Johnny is not used to people at all. After shooting two police officers, he took Joshua to find the back door.

No, no, no!

The door lock is dead, and the shooting can't be broken. NCPD's doggies come from the front door like the sea, and they can't kill them all. Usually, at this time, they have already scurried. When it's time for the violent terrorist mobile team to come out to wash the floor, they are not soft hearted. If it hadn't been for the demands of a studio, the police wouldn't have let Joshua get hurt - Johnny would have been shot.

The venue was not good, the guns were not easy, and I didn't inject virus into these cops in advance. It was a tough fight.

He was very angry, but he didn't say a word. I could see that his thinking was as bright and heavy as mercury flowing in my brain, and his instinct to kill was as sharp as a sea urchin. At this time, I understood why Johnny always had that kind of confident and generous temperament, just because he was strong enough!

Joshua closed his eyes, shot in a tight rage, and hot metal bullets flew past his ears, like a roaring river under the night. He didn't look, but he could feel it, and I know he could feel it, because he was singing the name of the Lord in a loud voice at this moment.

Crucifixion! Carrying the Holy Cross and baking the flesh and blood of the son in the scorching sun.

He really thinks of himself as a Messiah.

The scene is chaotic enough, only I silently, silently in the dark blind meditation.

Johnny's fight won't stop. What he's facing is not the guard force of night city, but the error correction mechanism of the plot. He can't kill all these cops.

"V, whatever idea you have, do it quickly."

In silence, my eyesight recovered a little bit, just like a timed alarm clock reminding me that it's time to get out of my meditation.

I told Johnny: Hey, I seem to know who the players are.

"Don't talk about it. Can you do it or not? I've got to get ready and take this trash out. If you don't have anything to do, don't talk

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

He did so. He went through the gunfire and threw Joshua back on the cross. At this time, he was almost completely exposed to the police fire, but the moment Joshua touched the cross, the gunfire stopped.

Not only did the gunfire stop, but the fleeing studio staff did not know when to return to their seats. If it was not for the fact that there were more than ten bodies lying on the ground, it was almost as if nothing had happened.

Johnny is a little tired, my body also feels very sore, after the high intensity of the fight, I am now sleepy to death.

We were still holding hammers and nails, and Joshua closed his eyes and prayed.

"Hurry up!" whispered the studio

Johnny squatted beside the cross and asked me, "what do you do now? And you said, "who are the players?"

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

"Oh, shit, V, sometimes you're a genius!" Johnny ate his cigarette ends excitedly. "But what's the use of knowing this! The plot is still the plot. You can't make the night city burn in a single sentence, but if there is a plan to throw a nuclear bomb in the night city, there will be. " He said and made himself laugh. "You see, when I went to blow up the Huangban tower, wasn't that the plot arrangement? I can't stand my past. It's like... "

It's like living in a lie. Yes, we all have that feeling.

Look at those people, company dogs and murderers. They always alert us, because we know that they are dangerous. One represents capital and the other represents sin. Night city is the best place for these two kinds of people.

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

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

"Wait, as you say, we're not players, we're bugs." Johnny seems to feel headache because of thinking, "the real player should not be in the game in the first place. You're wrong. We didn't find players. "Johnny, don't you understand? How can players really appear in the game world? They must be allowed to stay by the characters. We are the characters who give the players a sense of substitution. The players live on us, just like God.

Johnny finally agreed with me.

As long as the plot is finished, no matter how outrageous the process is, it is a success.

Joshua may not die, but someone must be nailed to the cross.

I think those company dogs are very suitable.

……

Rachel, a pink haired employee of the company, never looked down upon Joshua, and certainly looked down upon me. She stood behind the set light and sneered.

Then I'll go over and carry her - like a puppet, when I push Joshua off the cross and hold this beautiful and vicious woman on it. I could see clearly that Rachel's face was overlapped with a transparent face.

Johnny pretended to be devout. "Oh, aren't you the Messiah! Save yourself, and save us ——Luke 23:39 is very funny, Johnny.

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

No one noticed the accident. Rachel's face screamed, but the pupa was giving out a heavy gasp.

I stabbed the spike in, "are you not afraid of God since you are also punished?" ——In Luke 23:40,

the pupae howl in pain, and the woman under the skin struggles, but she can't break free.

This layer of pupae is the true manifestation of the plot. Only my eyes can see it clearly. It is wrapped with the flesh and blood of the sinner. That is the Messiah.

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

the red fog rose and the cross rose.

Post modern cyber Jesus Christ is suffering today.

…… As like as two peas in the

, the new dream of "the zeal" of the fourth wall studio of the Joshua is really fierce. The person who dies on the cross is exactly the same as Joshua in the film, but in fact it is made up of digital technology, the amazing character story, the strong and real emotional signals. These two add up are not the market killing devices. As for Joshua himself, I don't care where he goes. He can die as long as he likes.

What's important? The important thing is that I can go back to Misty's shop now, have a couple of tequilas and listen to my friends.

I'm not in a hurry now.

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

I'm really tired of it.

Because I understand that none of these plots will make me feel comfortable. I don't want to drink good rum in winery, and it's the same in night city. It's all a tragedy. If I don't do it, I'll be fine.

Screw the story.

Save the world. Game player has the final say.

I am a player. What I do in this game is my final rule.