Prototype is an open-ended sci-fi action-adventure game published by Activision on June 9, 2009.

The game is set in modern-day New York, and the protagonist of the game is a comic-style anti-hero character - Alex Mercer, the protagonist of the game who is infected with a virus and wakes up to find that he has no idea what he has done before. The player needs to use the protagonist's various superpowers to find his past. In this sci-fi game developed by Radical, players take on the role of a genetically mutated shapeshifter who travels through the city of Manhattan as he devastates it. Along the way, players will not only have to figure out their own identity and the secrets behind their superpowers, but also fight armies and various mutated enemies.

Zhang Mo stood on the roof of a building in Manhattan, trying to recall the materials of the original form of torture and killing that he had played before.

He had quickly escaped from the military base where Elizabeth was being held, and was still wanted.

Holding the newspaper I just bought, I saw a photo of Zhang Mo on the front page, and the following explained: This person sneaked into Wall Street two days ago and stole 30 million worth of precious items, if anyone finds and provides his information, we will provide a lot of money according to the importance of the information, if you are interested, please call *****, email address *****.

"It's still quite smart, ordinary people will pay attention to their surroundings because of the reward, and ordinary people will be tempted by 30 million things." Zhang Mo aimed the newspaper at random, threw it into the trash can accurately, walked to the dead corner, and turned into an inconspicuous white uncle in the flying blood-red tentacles.

"Although I can disguise, it will still cause me some trouble to a greater or lesser extent."

Finding a direction that no one paid attention to, Zhang Mo jumped down, and at the moment when he was about to land, he paused slightly in the air before he landed, and because of this, Zhang Mo was not as powerful and majestic as the prototypes in the game, but he started fighting in the next second.

After landing on the ground, Zhang Mo suddenly remembered a joke from another world 200 years ago - as long as you don't react to the air or water, you can step on it and borrow it.

Zhang Mo smiled, and then clenched his fists: "Wait for me, I will definitely succeed, you must wait for me to come back, Solar System Federation!" ”

Zhang Mo was not idle for two days, and while evading the Black Watch search, he also collected some rough information and ordered a brief plan.

On the way to the goal, Zhang Mo kept thinking in his heart: "As the mother body of the virus, one of my important missions is to make the black light survive and evolve at the same time, but in addition to this, I also have a mission as Zhang Mo to resist the pseudo-god civilization. ”

"Putting aside whether I can return to my own world as I expected, just resisting the pseudo-god civilization will violate my mission as a mother, so I must also have a backhand."

"Elizabeth's back hand is 'Untouchable', but I am completely unfamiliar with him except for Elizabeth's memory, and besides, 'Untouchable' and Elizabeth were separated by Black Watch a long time ago, and even Elizabeth, as a mother, is not very familiar with 'Untouchables' now."

With the mother's perception of the virus, Zhang Mo successfully found the target who was mixed in the crowd, "So, I need to be familiar with him as my follower, the prototype - Alex Moser." ”

Zhang Mo approached Alex at the speed of an ordinary person and "accidentally" bumped into him.

Zhang Mo's lips opened and closed slightly, like an ordinary person, so that ordinary people probably thought that he was just surprised, and then said in authentic American English: "I'm terribly sorry, sir. Are you all right？ ”

Alex was stunned for a moment, and also replied, "I'm fine, pay attention next time." ”

"Okay, sir, I'm really sorry, then I'll go first, and have a nice day." After Zhang Mo bowed slightly to express his apology, he turned around and left.

And one or two people around also withdrew their curious gaze, because this was just a thing that could not be small for them, and with this time, it was better to pay careful attention to the "30 million" thing in their leisure.

Zhang Mo sat in the VIP room of the café drinking coffee and waiting.

At this time, a waiter reported, "Sir, a man with a hood has come to you, please let him in." ”

Zhang Mo smiled and said, "Oh, yes, let him in." ”

As soon as the words ended, a man walked in.

With a resolute face, a straight nose, powerful eyes like an eagle, and a dress that has not changed for a hundred years, at this moment, Zhang Mo felt as if an idol had come to him.

"Feelings." Zhang Mo meditated in his heart.

"Are you the smart, cute, witty, kind, brave and fearless, naturally beautiful, domineering, demonic, intelligent, charismatic, gentle, personable, polite, unparalleled in the world, clear eyebrows, blowing, peach blossoms, handsome and chic, extraordinary, jade tree in the wind, dignified, graceful, face like a crown of jade, beautiful eyes, fresh and handsome, cool to the explosion?" ”

Zhang Mo sprayed Alex in Chinese at the speed of Deyun Club announcing the name of the dish.

"What did you just say?" Alex looked dazed.

"It's nothing, it's fun." Zhang Mo waved his hand.

Alex pulled out a chair with a dark face and sat down, looked at Zhang Mo and asked, "Who are you and what are you looking for me?" ”

After Zhang Mo used heat sensing to confirm that no one was eavesdropping, he also resumed his unsmiling posture: "Do you understand my lips?" ”

Alex nodded, leaned back slightly, put a cup of coffee between Zhang Mo and him, then folded his hands and placed them on the table in front of his chest, and said, "I learned lip language before, and you said 'follow me', right?" ”

"Do you know psychology?" Zhang Mo answered the question.

"What, oh, of course you know, psychology is a science that studies human psychological phenomena and mental functions and behavioral activities under their influence, taking into account both outstanding theoretical and applied (practical) aspects."

"I'm so sorry, I know psychology, you haven't learned lip language before, you're lying, right?" Zhang Mo smiled and affirmed.

"Well, yes, I guessed." Alex paused for a moment, then let go of his two hands, and his right hand was slightly raised and immediately lowered.

Zhang Mo stopped smiling, knocked on the table and said, "You're still lying, and you're very wary of me." ”

"Forget it, don't do this, go straight to the point." Zhang Mo pressed his index finger on the tabletop, and in an instant the blood-red tentacles writhed, and a little red smoke appeared and disappeared into the air.

Seeing this, Alex immediately backsomeripped away from Zhang Mo, and his hands also had blood-red tentacles writhing, turning into a pair of cold, bloodthirsty claws, which conformed to the aerodynamic structure, and was definitely a big killer.

"Who the hell are you and what do you want to do?" Alex stared at Zhang Mo and asked.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just using some trivial means to isolate the outside world so that no one can eavesdrop."

After Zhang Mo saw Alex sitting down cautiously, he didn't care anymore, and directly threw out a sentence that shocked Alex in place and made him doubt his life.

"I'm your 'father', archetype."

Looking at Alex, who was stunned in place, Zhang Mo began to explain everything slowly.

"You may already know that you have a black light virus in your body, and you have a very good fusion with the black light virus, so you have become a prototype."

"And I, the mother of the current black light virus, are no longer human beings."

"In other words, you are the real culprit of all this!" Alex gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Mo.

"Am I the real murderer? No. Zhang Mo shook his head and pointed at Alex, "Isn't the real culprit of the current cause of the virus in Manhattan!" ”

"Me?!" Alex couldn't believe it, and looked shocked, "How could it be me." ”

"You were originally a researcher of Black Watch, specializing in the study of the Black Light Virus, but in the end, you were afraid of being killed by Black Watch, so you quietly left with a virus reagent."

"But in the end, you were caught at Pennsylvania Station, and you were desperate, so in a sense of revenge, you smashed this test tube to the ground, and Manhattan has been infected with the black light virus ever since."

"Impossible, how could it be me, how could it be!" Alex held his head in his hands and his eyes were blank, perhaps he didn't believe it, but it was the most likely answer at the moment.

Zhang Mo looked at Alex, who was a little broken, and continued to tell the story.

"Actually, you can't be blamed for it, Blackwatch is the biggest real culprit."

"Really?!" Alex looked up at Zhang Mo.

"In 1963, Blackwatch researchers discovered the black light virus, and in 1964, Black Watch founded the town of Hope to experiment with the black light virus."

"In 1965, a woman named Elizabeth gave birth to a boy, and in July 1968 everyone except Elizabeth and her children died under the virus."

"After that, Elizabeth and his children were taken away by Blackwatch for study."

Zhang Mo paused for a moment, looked at Alex and said, "So the people who really unearthed this virus are Black Watch, and they are the biggest real culprits." ”

"I see, it's them again!" Alex said through some gritted teeth.

In a blink of an eye, he looked at Zhang Mo again and asked, "Why are you helping me?" Why tell me so much? ”

Zhang Mo looked at Alix with a smile and slowly approached him: "This is the purpose of my coming to you this time." ”

Zhang Mo instantly grabbed Alex, who was quietly retreating, and said, "For some special reasons, as a mother, I want to leave this world." ”

"In order to prevent accidents, the black light virus will no longer exist, and I will now give you the 'permission' that can become the parent body."

Zhang Mo talked eloquently.

"So that when I leave, you can become the black light matrix of this world."

"Let go of me, I'm not going to do it, let go of me, bastard, ah!" Alex smashed Zhang Mo's arm in pain, but unfortunately, he had just obtained the claw form, and he couldn't resist Zhang Mo, who was the mother at this time.

I saw some blood-red tentacles emerging from Zhang Mo's arm, which pierced into Alex's body fiercely, constantly injecting stream after stream of information substance.

Half an hour later, Zhang Mo put down Alex, who had stopped struggling.

Looking at Alex, who fell to the ground unconscious, Zhang Mo turned around and walked out, but no one looked at the corners of his quietly hooked mouth.