Vol 8 Chapter 20: Rockets tearing through the night sky

Panan is a trustworthy person. Her plot line is quite thrilling. I totally like it.
Help her get back the car and the goods-the goods mentioned here are actually addictive drugs. I don't touch these, nor does Panan. She just often makes money by shipping the goods. If you discuss the law, then Phranan is absolutely illegal, but in Night City, the law has always been fucked, except to help the powerful to oppress the good, the law is of no use at all. That's why the children are here to discuss good and evil. I simply think that a capable person like Panan is only a delivery person in the end, which is really a pity.
"Follow me, Panan, don't worry about the mess, you are yourself, since you plan to break away from the clan, you must have some results."
At that time, she was tempted, I can guess, but some unpleasant things happened later made her determined to return to the tribe.
In order to rob Hermann to transport Hermann-this person is the target of the mission, I really almost forgot that there is such a person-the Kangtao float car, we rushed into an automated satellite energy power plant in the suburbs, overloaded the motor, set Set the trigger and the ignition device to detonate after the target enters the range, which is equivalent to launching an EMP of a large equivalent, and the electrical appliances around a few kilometers are directly scrapped. As a cyber professional, we were all numb at the time.
The floating car was directly system paralyzed, stumbled in the air and refused to fall off, then Panan shot and used her bazooka to give the floating car the final blow.
All of these were planned. The accident was that people from the Panan tribe tried to rescue the wrecked floater, but they were attacked as an attacker. We are also to blame. Panan left the tribe, and none of her plans were in advance. Breathing air with the family, this led to a good friend, a veteran nicknamed Scorpion, being killed by Kantau militants.
We only have time to save Mitch.
In other words, the plot killed the scorpion, this cool man with a hood, we only have one side, but I really like him.
Now that I mentioned him, I simply pour out all his scenes at once: Mitch came to me afterwards and said that he would fulfill Scorpion's last wish. I just rescued the trapped Evelyn at the time, and her condition was also very bad, like all the desperate puppets in Night City, she was scolded as a and caused a nervous breakdown. Ay, that's what it's all about. I bid farewell to Judy and rushed to the tribe. In order to hurry, I borrowed a golden classic Apollo on the street. It was bright when I arrived. At this point, the wind in the bad land is still very quiet, as if whispering in the ear.
Mitch, as a good brother, of course wanted to satisfy Scorpion’s wishes during his lifetime. He put the scorpion’s body into an off-road vehicle, started at full speed, and rushed straight out from the cliff. A parabola fell into the bottom of the canyon, and the flames of explosion exploded. It looked like a bunch of small flames from a high place, and it was still eye-catching in the unlit shadow of the canyon. I guess his body dissolves in the burning vehicle, and we wish his spirit rest in peace-a fart, this game of life, dead is dead, and the data is deleted. There is nothing wrong with it. I really don’t know what to do. These dead people will be brought up again the next time the game restarts—if there is another one. They have no way of realizing that their life or death is a lie. The computer can be shut down and restarted, and data can of course be retrieved after it is archived. They just forget the truth that they have died countless times. The painful truth.
After realizing that I am a player, there has always been a considerable gap in this virtual life for me. Perhaps the part of your readers who are familiar with video games will understand this feeling. Players always have a limited sense of substitution in the game. The more knowledgeable, the more familiar. I'm still a young man, so I don't appear to be gloomy, and everyone likes to praise my energy.
As a not-so-qualified memoir, when I look back on those battles, electromagnetic pulses that swept dozens of kilometers, and the exploded floating car, the impression that these left me was actually not deep, so I don’t want to repeat it, and change the strength. Nilai wrote: He doesn't want to do this messy thing.
In the whirlpool of the plot, he rushed to the right and left, no matter how deep he was, once he put down the gun, his strength was immediately drained. We (I and Johnny) always try to go against the plot, but we keep going downstream. I can't do anything except secretly hope that there will be a major change in the ending.
The small period of peaceful time before the detonation of the satellite-capable power station is the most vivid in my memory.
All the tranquility before the rain is like praying for a past that will eventually fall behind.
The wind in the bad soil was very strong at that point, but the air flow was even, blowing up gravel and hitting the car windows, crackling like a dry rain. It was also Meng Mengliang. Panan drove her Tingwei. We stopped by the mountain road and stopped in front of a cliff. The skyscrapers of the night city in the distance were like a row of giant statues. The sky was half overcast, and the sky where the dawn fell was Gray-blue, with a pale orange morning light in the east, clouds and floats floating in the air, like beasts in the sea that wander without support. We looked down from this high ground, monitoring the movement of the Kangtao motorcade, endlessly, when the floater crashed in this desert, we chased like hyenas.
I know that after today, we are one step closer to the ending.
But I still don't know the truth of the world and the way to break the game.
My silence made Panan talk more verbose. When facing a quiet listener, people would always be tempted to say a few more words, which is often the case.
"Thank you for what happened just now." It is not easy for Panan to suffocate such a good voice.
What she said was that we were going to rob the satellite power plant. Tingwei’s vehicle gun stuck at a critical moment. There were many reasons, such as the old version of the vehicle system, the old model of the cannon, etc. I said that I could help her car in a comprehensive way. Upgrade-I really have this ability. During the days when I refused to promote the plot, I was commissioned everywhere to make money, UU reading www.uukanshu. com earns experience, my level is already very high, my skills and intelligence have reached the full level of 20, boasting that the best engineers, craftsmen and hackers in Night City are not a problem.
But no matter what, the result is that the cannon is jammed. I thought about using the nail art I just did yesterday, and I knew it was a plot arrangement.
Then the thing that made me almost out of my body happened, and Panan had to climb on the roof of the car for high-risk work. The armed drones of the factory are now firing at us!
Panan thanked me for pulling her back into the cabin at the critical moment. In fact, this is her own fate. If there is a plot to kill, I can't save her at all. It is estimated that she would be injured here originally? In short, it's the same thing.
I hadn't completely fallen in love with this wild woman at that time.
"Floating car! V, do it!"
It was really close at this moment, pressing the detonator.
no response.
Do not believe in evil, press twice again.
The power plant in the distance exploded.
The electromagnetic pulse swept across, the gust of bad soil became quiet, the gravel was no longer noisy, only a buzzing in the ears was heard.
This feeling lasted for a few seconds.
Kangtao’s floating car did not crash as expected.
I don't care much.
Panan hurriedly got out of the car.
This crazy woman, an animal like a wild cat.
She carried a bazooka, stepped on the weathered rock at the edge of the cliff, and launched a short-range surface-to-air missile into the sky.
The jet from the tail of the rocket illuminates the girl's back. After she launches, Shi Shiran walks back, the rocket exploded and hit the target, and she yelled, "What a beautiful job!"
Indeed, it was a beautiful job.
Fuck.
Back in the driver's seat, Panan's eyes lit up like a pair of flying stars in the night sky.
I fell in love with her a little uncontrollably at this moment.