As soon as Jack took the suitcase, real-time monitoring showed that Yoshinobu Arasaka was back.

"Hurry up! Jack!"

There is a time difference here. Jack and I rushed back to the 42nd floor with Jack before Lai Xuan entered the elevator.

There is only one elevator to the Lai Xuan Suite, but after reaching the 42nd floor, there is another passage for us to reach the first floor.

Just as Jack and I took the elevator to the 42nd floor, my connection with the main network of the building was suddenly disrupted. A new ice wall was being built and an extremely fast internal investigation was being carried out.

Then I had to exit the link, leaving only dozens of magic puppets as a backdoor.

There was dead silence in the elevator, and I didn't want to talk because my bad feelings were getting stronger.

When I was just picking up the goods in Lai Xuan's suite, I looked at the sky outside the window, and the far away advertising votes seemed to be blurred in the rain.

The patter of rain fell on the glass wall.

There are floating vehicles around the building.

In Night City, what does the floating car represent?

Vehicles for big shots-certainly possible; vehicles for rapid mobility forces-of course also possible. Trouble that makes people afraid of avoiding it—absolutely.

The elevator is still very quiet now.

Lai Xuan was waiting for the elevator to arrive on the first floor, followed by Adam Heavy.

Before cutting the link, I noticed that all the staff in this hotel were in a busy state.

Everything is heralding bad changes.

Jack held the suitcase contentedly and let out a soft sigh, presumably he was already thinking about how to spend the money.

You don't understand the seriousness of the matter, Jack.

T-BUG broke the silence, "V, you should have noticed too. An accident happened."

"Yes, you should withdraw quickly, lest you get in, find a place to hide, and wait until the limelight passes before you come out, understand?"

"You...V, I don't know why you suddenly have such a powerful technique, it may be that you keep hiding it from me, but, V, I always believe..."

"Well, I have something to say later. I don't want to see you become a pile of burnt meat on a hacker chair, goodbye, baby."

"Take care V, and you too, Jack, we will see you again."

"Then you need to talk (in Spanish)! Take care!"

The elevator arrived, and Jack and I hurried back to our suite.

According to the plan, at this moment, we can leave the Qingbi Mansion with a suitcase, and Delaman's special car will be waiting for us.

Yes, we did the same.

Jack kept telling jokes on the way down the elevator.

I called Drumman and found an artificial intelligence that never disappoints. However, the call did not get through.

The elevator door opened.

Jack fell silent suddenly, and he fell silent.

There was no one in the huge lobby.

How could there be no one? !

I walked toward the door, just like the road I took when I came, and at this moment there is no space for my two feet.

The waiters like golden ghosts were nowhere to be seen, and the well-dressed top classmen disappeared.

The far-reaching lights are shining, and the outdoor is a miserable night of rain, the city neon is wafting at the gate, and the bright red luxury floor.

——I heard a woman who can't recall telling it like this.

"If I am detached from nature, I will never use it again"

"Any natural object will be transformed into an external form of the body"

"And only ask the ancient Greek goldsmiths to use gilt gold"

"Beautiful shape cast with gilded hammer"

"To make the sleepy emperor sober"

"Or stay on the golden branches and sing."

"Take things in the past, today, or Ming Dynasty"

"Sing to the noble ladies and princes of Byzantium"

Jack and I, passing through the security gate, were blocked at the front entrance.

It is not any tangible obstruction, it is not transparent glass, it is not a stern muzzle flame, it is not a cordon of projection.

Jack and I simply couldn't move forward.

We hit the south wall of God.

It really exists and prevents me from moving forward.

But I can still wave my arms and run. The air no longer flowed beside me, and the raindrops still fell on my cheeks following the inertia. When I turned around, Jack was soaked in half of his body, and I must be the same. He has no words or a look of horror. He still maintains a happy and contented posture, without realizing that he is standing still.

Oh, I can't believe it.

I can't and don't want to believe it.

It's just that reality seems to force me to believe.

Not far away is the streets of Night City, where Delaman's special car has already stopped. He has no news, but just waits for me and Jack to sit there.

I expected it well. The rain tonight is enough to pour me down.

"Jack, are you listening?"

Jack did not speak.

Fuck your mother Jack, really, **** me.

The rain in the sky continued, the neon lights of the city never stopped, and the floating car between the clouds and the tall buildings cast spotlights, as if there was an unending party there. The drone cruises in the polluted and poisonous sky, like a bird of steel, yet it has not returned home.

I tried to explore the air wall in front of me—for a while, I felt that this was actually an invisible cube with a collision volume. As long as I could climb over it, I could get out of the predicament smoothly. So I rolled up my trouser legs, let the vector nozzle of my calf contact the air, took off, jetted, and got a reverse thrust in the air. At this moment, I broke the natural human high jump record. I was able to jump up to six meters high.

Reaching out to a high place, trying to touch the edge of this cube, so that I can cling.

No, it has no edges, maybe it touches the sky, I can't get over this hurdle, just like at this moment, I can't rebel against my destiny.

Jack was still giggling, as if he was going to tell me another joke.

Oh, let's talk about it, I'm no longer angry, I won't be angry with anyone anymore. You are willing to tell jokes, I am willing to laugh with you.

But Jack's lips just curled up, and he kept silent slyly.

I gave him a punch in his face.

He was staggered by me and let out a "Hey!"

I punched him again, he was staggered again, the suitcase in his arms twitched so funny, he made a "Hey!" voice, the tone was exactly the same.

Fuck you, Jack, really.

If one day, I find myself living in a virtual world, an artificial stage, with a group of qualified performers, and a protagonist full of confidence, then when I stand on the edge of the stage, the stage is dark. There are many audiences whose faces I can't see clearly, so I can't fall off the stage.

Because the script is not written like that.

In the script, there is an accident in the cargo stealing mission tonight. We are likely to be blocked by Lai Xuan and become witnesses to a certain conspiracy. Then he pursues us. Jack is shot and killed. He is equipped with a gun. Will appear in his mind-now I understand why, because he is not actually a living person, a living person cannot let a gun stick out of his head, and can whisper to me: Live for I.

Fuck you~lightnovelpub.net~Jack, really.

I always thought that there was a pure friendship between us. You told me that there was a chemical reaction between us. But in fact, you are just set to be my friend, aren't you? You just want to be friends with a person named V, and that person can look completely different from me, even a different gender. Just like the red-haired man I saw in my dream.

So the surnamed deer would tell me that fate opened its fangs to me, so the wolf would tell me that free will is a necessary illusion, so the bartender at the Konbi Building would say that I also live in the story.

You all know better than me, right?

I'm in the dark for co-authoring, right?

Is it funny to see me struggling here?

Is it funny watching my performance?

Look at my past, look at my ugly psychology, look at my woman’s skin, is it funny?

Fuck your mother!