Vol 7 Chapter 993: Break the south wall?

I am a little tired. Really.
The rain continued, and the clothes on my body were soaked, and even the bottoming clothes were soaked and stuck to the skin. I felt extremely uncomfortable.
I really want to go home and take a hot bath.
In actual action, I just sat down slowly. On the tarmac, there was water on the ground, and it was quite cold. Within half a minute, my would be numb. But that is not a big deal either.
Jack looked at me with incredulous eyes, "What are you doing! Go away!"
"No, let's not go now, Jack, let's sit here for a while, let me think about it."
"You want to be upright! Look, the trauma team has all come to Saburo to collect the bodies, and the armed floats from Arasaka are also coming. If we don't leave, are we waiting for them to use machine guns to beat us into rotten meat? "
"Yes, you let them try to see if they do it first or we go first."
Jack is really a good brother, he must have been extremely broken at this time, but he is still willing to stay and go crazy with me.
Of course, think more selfishly. If the story doesn’t have me as the "leader", then there is no need to go on. I think, if God pays enough attention to this script at this time, He might provide us with a warm shelter. We avoid the pursuit of those floating cars in the sky.
but no.
Because of the immense fear of death, Jack half-forced me into Saburo Arasaka’s floating car. The interior of the car was only mad and smashed by me. But after all, I am a weak woman with only three physical points. I really cut the steel with a samurai sword. The overall structure of the floating car is complete, hiding here and avoiding the eyeliner of sky patrols.
Cyan Bi Building has been sealed off by the red alert, and there is a mess of porridge inside, but Jack and I are enjoying this pattering night rain.
How romantic, if in the first 20 years of my life, there is such a rich man who is willing to drive such a luxurious floating car to pick me up to see the rainy night city, I might have loosened my belt at the time. . Of course, the rich man must at least grow in my aesthetic range, Jack, the flying joystick on the back of your head...
Forget it, what is a thinking.
Even though I am now convinced that I live in a false world, my personality is not very tall.
"V, I didn't expect that we would have to die here."
"Yeah. Guess what, I've said that this mission is not right."
"You are still right in the end, blame me, I was too anxious."
"It's useless to blame anyone, Jack. Believe it or not, you are actually just a programmed program, you are not a living person at all."
"What are you talking about!" Jack was a little angrily. "Fuck, there is no need to start cursing me to death right now?"
"No, I'm serious, Jack, do you have to just now, shall I take you all the way back to the first floor?"
"I don't remember. Just now we took the goods, and Lai Xuan came, we can only hide in the wall quickly."
"Look, you have lost a memory."
"Fuck, if that's the case, what the are we living for?"
"I don't know, I don't know at all. It's meaningless to live."
"Then you are willing to die? Say yes first, I am not willing to live, there is hope, I haven't taken my mother to live a good life, I still want to save a sum of money, and Misty, what? , Hey, you know."
"Oh, if only there is a glass of wine."
"Don't tell me, there really are, Saburo, this old thing, the car is all top quality, yo yo yo, good whiskey, can you have a glass?"
"It's necessary."
Jack and I were hiding in the messy floating car and drinking each other. After drinking a whole bottle of whiskey, each was a little drunk.
Jack started to sing. I really didn't know he could sing. It seems that this journey of death also inspired all his passion.
Gotchromeinma\'bloodstream! (The blood vessels have long been chrome-plated and bright)
Gotahardwiredmetalsoul! (The metal soul will never die)
I\'mcraving;! (Longing for the whole big life)
Thatsmack, dragdrunkenbrawl! (Drink too much and make a big fuss!)
I cheered, "Hey hey! Listen! Ladies and gentlemen, it's Chippin’In!"
Jack laughed, "Yes, yes! V, sing together!"
Chippin\'In-gotmybacktothewall
Combining-take me back to the South Wall!
Chippin\'In-c\'monhearma\'call
Combining-come and listen to me!
Chippin\'In-I\'mthemanofsteel
Combining-I am a body of steel!
Chippin\'In-Fuckin\'Feelit
Combining-it's a feeling!
I\'mReal!
I am true!
...
After singing, Jack and I both woke up. It was like a cold rain and an electric shock, which shocked us from the drowsy drunkenness, so we really woke up.
Phew, I have to catch my breath. To be honest, I was too depressed just now. It's totally unnecessary, isn't it?
Let me think about the road to breaking the game: there must be.
If this is a script, then there must be a key plot. This key plot is the driving force for the development of the plot. As long as I can find it and complete it, maybe Jack can escape the fate of death.
Here is a simple game-if in accordance with common sense, Jack and I should try to escape, and then face dozens of enemies in the process, we don’t have weapons on our bodies, it’s too difficult to win, and this During the process, Jack had a great chance of being shot.
Let me recall the dead Jack in my dream. He was shot in the waist and the wound was very bad. It was a kinetic energy bullet penetrating the wound. The caliber was definitely not small. He was either hit by an automatic turret or was armed with a float. The car’s cannon hit, that is, almost now. At this moment, I clearly realized that Jack's death was imminent. If he doesn't make changes, he will definitely die.
So where are the key points of the plot?
Is it our goods?
"Jack, look at the chip!"
Relic chips must be stored at a specific temperature. After the suitcase is taken out of the safe, the freshness of the chips drops rapidly-theoretically, but because I did not promote the plot, the chip integrity is still 100%. hundred.
Let me guess: because I have to avoid chasing~EbookFREE.me~ Jack and I have been lingering in this building for too long, so the chip integrity has dropped rapidly. In order to ensure the completion of the task, we have to insert the chip into our interface in……
"Yes, very likely, very likely, Jack, open the box and let me make the last attempt!"
In such a large box, the chip in it was only half a finger long, and it radiated a beautiful rose red light. This is the cutting-edge technology that can preserve human brain consciousness during transmission, and is the secret of immortality of the rich.
Now, I want to connect it to my neural network, hoping it can obediently stop making trouble.
"How?" Jack looked nervous.
I didn't notice anything unusual, but tried to hack into the ice wall of the floater again.
This time, the invisible barrier disappeared. Although the ICE itself was still very thick, I tried to break a hole on it. The floater received the instruction, the hatch closed, and the jet hole shot out a sapphire blue working fluid stream. Lift off slowly.
Really, it worked!