When he saw Adam's hammer, Yinzi was cold, even now in a dream.

At this distance, he clearly saw that Adam's heavy hammer had become a machine all over, and his cold eyes emitted the red light of an electronic prosthetic eye, and he saw that his body stiffened suddenly, completely forgetting that he was in Mewtwo, for fear of being scanned by his electronic prosthetic eye.

But soon, Adam Hammer just turned his face disdainfully, and he looked at Aveline Parker as she entered the room, and only smiled sarcastically.

"It's just a toy that people play with." He didn't even have any extra words, and walked out of Arasaka Yoritobu's room without looking back.

At that moment, everyone's breath was held before they slowly exhaled.

"TMD, Adam Hammer!" Inko gritted his teeth, he imagined seeing Adam's hammer in various scenes, but he didn't expect to be here, in Aveline Parker's Mewmon.

But it is precisely because of here that everyone really feels the oppressive force brought by Adam's hammer.

Just one glance makes you breathless.

"Sooner or later, blow him up!" He glanced at Arasaka's office, as if trying to remember the place where Adam's hammer had been.

waited until the electronic door behind him closed, and the fans came back to their senses.

'Damn, I didn't expect to see Adam's hammer here!' ’

'Mom, I can see it too clearly at this distance, there is no skin at all, has he really transformed his whole body? No flesh at all? ’

What about his humanity? ’

'I just went to check the budding game data, and the body modification rate of Adam Hammer is as high as 96%, and what is 4%? ’

'Any idea why Adam Hammer has a 96 rebuild rate? Another 4% is because Rebecca can't tear off the soles of her feet. ’

'Ahh Silence the person just now, forever! I'm not kidding! ’

……

Yinzi saw the nonsense of the person just now, he didn't hesitate, and directly started to silence.

"No Rebecca jokes!" Yinzi said with a straight face.

After Adam Hammer was gone, his attention turned to the man sitting on the couch, he was on the phone, and the music could hear him talking about his father, who seemed to want immortality and was doing something for it.

Phoenix?

Yinzi's eyes turned cold.

The task prompted him to repeatedly look for a chip in the scene, and Mewtwo could freely adjust the progress, from the time Lai Xuan finished the phone call to the end of the call and waited in bed.

Inko looked at the progress bar and exclaimed, "This progress bar doesn't look like it shows us the whole Mewtwo." ”

The progress bar ends abruptly when Aveline Parker sits on Arasaka Yorito, and there is no subsequent plot.

And what he has to do is to find the target chip in the previous intermittent fragments, and constantly sweep through the empty room to find a possible hiding place.

After confirming Mewtwo's progress and that's it, Inko muttered quietly.

"I thought I'd really show us that kind of Mewtwo." He kept scanning the corresponding scenes in the room, his eyes full of regret.

"You should have known a long time ago, tricked me into doing a mission, and that's all it turned out to be." He muttered discontentedly.

He was disappointed, and so were his fans.

'How much is a small plot worth, and many game plots have been done, can't you do it at all?' ’

"Can you add Mewtwo's mod yourself, it's really urgent. ’

Don't think about it, how can I play with these things for you. ’

It's not me, it's just a friend who wants to play. ’

……

After completing the task, he just sighed regretfully, and in the next time, he just followed his brother Jack on the streets, robbed and visited night clubs, did all the bad things, fought with the strips, ran errands for the company, and also fought with the bloody vortex gang.

One day, Inko and Jack ask for two drinks at the bar, "Johnny Silver Hand", with beer and chili.

The bartender said that the wine here is in the name of the previous drinker.

And how to write your name on it.

"You're going to die first, and it's the kind that you die brilliantly."

Jack did it, and said he really wanted to get himself a set! "I'll have to keep a recipe of my own."

"Vodka with ice, lime juice and ginger beer, and, a little love." A few mint leaves are gently placed in a wine glass and placed on ice.

"Then this first cup of Jack Wells, I'll please."

The two sat in the brightly lit bar and raised their glasses to the first 'Jack Wilson'.

Looking at this formula, Yinzi suddenly felt bad.

"Isn't this TM a flag for himself?" He thought of David Martinez's wine in his mind, and now looked at the wine glass in his hand, his mouth bitter.

But immediately he thought of something, and in the promotional video released at the beginning, it was Jack's unstoppable blood, and the chip that flowed in the palm of his hand covered with blood.

It's just that the characters in the picture are not the images created by the players themselves, and at this moment everyone remembered that the person who left in the original promotional video was Jack.

I listened to the recipe and stared at the Moscow mule in my hand in deep thought. ’

'Isn't this an enhanced version of the Moscow Mule?' ’

'It's the same recipe!' ’

'You don't have a little love in your hands!' ’

'Language: The most prestigious cocktail based on vodka. ’

……

At this moment, everyone seems to have read the plot behind, and Yinzi is very serious about every choice in the back.

Because in this game, every choice the player makes will affect the subsequent outcome, and each choice will show the attitude of different NPCs towards themselves.

It's only been a short time since I've known him, but everyone seems to have known him for a long time.

He is a good brother of V, and he is also a good brother of himself.

We want to get rich and become famous, so we have to be used as a gun, people die for money, birds die for food, and we deserve to be a little person living in a stinky ditch.

But who just came out to mix gangs, who doesn't want to have an old brother to take care of you. Send him to death, count the money, and my brother will take me to climb up, meet more big people, and soar to the sky and become famous.

Think about the process of knowing each other, he has always been fighting with him as a meat shield, and the player picks up garbage in the back and counts the bullets, and the fight is almost done, and then symbolically goes up to make up for two shots.

Jack is different, his heart is higher than the sky, and he does not hesitate to exchange his life.

He said that he had spent the first half of his life in a, and he said that he would never go back.

As a result, before the player gets to the first act, Jack is dead, and he dies insignificant. But Jack still takes the player out of the shootout and dies again, and dies as he deserves.

As Jack closed his eyes, V punched him in the chest: You're the real big guy, Jack.

It's like the language of a Moscow mule, the most prestigious cocktail based on vodka.

(End of chapter)