Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 140 Johnny Silverhand and the Little Dark Room

"Johnny! Come see the gift for you!"

Wu Fu's excited voice came from outside the door, and John frowned. He was not used to being called so affectionately. John's English name is John, and Wu Fu's nickname is Johnny.

Wu Fu walked into the house holding a huge black box in his hands. Everyone looked at Wu Fu and saw Wu Fu put the box down with great effort, and excitedly asked John to step forward and open the box.

Both of them were missing hands. At this moment, each of them struggled to unlock the box with one hand. When he opened it, John had a look of shock on his face.

In the box is a mechanical prosthetic limb, painted in alternating silver and black, with silver occupying most of it, while black is used to dye the joints and other parts like decoration. With the technological power from the Yan Kingdom, and the precise brainwave transmission technology obtained through reverse analysis of the brainwave synchronization device intercepted from Otto Berg, this robotic arm is even better than John's original one.

John took off his suit and let Wu Fu operate the straps on his body. The moment the prosthetic body was loaded, John subconsciously moved, and the silver arms flexibly took off the sunglasses on John's face. Much to John's admiration.

Wu Fu crossed his arms and nodded. It seemed that John liked this gift very much. John looked at the weapon that was almost exactly the same as the gun in Chen Yan's hand, frowned slightly, and raised the gun. got up.

Malorian 3516-CN.

"Although I don't know what happened to the gun in Chen Yan's hand, the prototype of this gun was entered into the database of the Yan Kingdom Brotherhood 50 years ago." Wu Fu explained patiently, "It's called Malo Lian 3516, the origin of the name is unknown, but it is surprisingly powerful and very durable. There are currently only three of them in the world. The prototype is kept in the hands of the Brotherhood, one is in the hands of Chen Yan, and the rest is this one ”

"Lao Yue said that this gun is a gift for you to join the brotherhood, and I have a request by the way."

"Say." John picked up the gun, stroked the shiny gun body of Malorian 3516, and said solemnly.

Wu Fu raised the camera on his chest and said, "I talked about that line with you before. You know, Lao Yue said he wanted to try it."

John sighed. He didn't understand what these Yanguo people were thinking, so he had to put on his sunglasses again. As Wu Fu lay on the ground and adjusted the camera angle, he slowly squatted down, holding Malorian 3516 in one hand and holding it in the other. Sunglasses on face.

"Action!" Wu Fu shouted excitedly.

"Wake up, Martial Attendant..."

The sunglasses were slowly taken off, and John's deep voice sounded.

"Let's burn the Templars to ashes!"

"OK." Wu Fu gestured and ended the recording, extremely excited.

"I said, I joined the Brotherhood just to find something new to do. I can teach new people like Basim, but I really don't understand your strange operations." John sighed.

Bassim, who was watching the show, suddenly thought of something and said, "John, you have to think of a code name for yourself when you join the Brotherhood. It can't be the same as the one in the Continental Hotel."

"I know, but I can't think of anything suitable for the moment." John pondered for a moment, thinking, "If according to the custom of your Yan Kingdom Brotherhood, you rely on tattoos to determine the code name, I have too many tattoos."

"Don't be so troublesome, Mr. John." Asura looked at John's silver-gleaming arm, and thought of the nickname Wu Fu called John when he came, and said it out of nowhere.

"Why don't we just call it... 'Johnny Silverhand'?"

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There was a fire burning in his throat. Under the scorching sun, Chen Yan, who had been moving forward, felt a little dehydrated.

It’s already the third day, and you don’t know how far you’ve come.

Chen Yan held the knife coin in his hand tightly. The edge of the knife coin was sharpened by him with a stone on the roadside, like a strange claw knife.

The surrounding scene didn't seem to have changed much. Sister Ka seemed to be sleeping, and there was no response no matter how she called, which made Chen Yan's uneasiness become more intense.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet, only when the wind blows the ground and raises dust from time to time, there will be the slightest sound.

I don’t know what’s going on with Letty, I don’t know if there’s any way to recover Mr. John’s broken arm, and I don’t know what it’s like to become a time traveler in Bassim’s words.

Confusion, confusion, and loneliness filled Chen Yan's heart.

In a daze, Chen Yan felt that the sun's rays were getting stronger and stronger, and he was already a little exhausted.

With a physique that is far beyond that of ordinary people, if you keep advancing without rest, you will be tortured to the point of going crazy. This is much more disgusting than surviving in the wild.

One step after another, Chen Yan felt his steps getting heavier and heavier. Chen Yan clenched his teeth and even bit his tongue. The salty blood and the stinging tip of his tongue failed to wake him up. He just stood upright. fell to the ground.

After a while, a shiny bald man came to Chen Yan in a warrior car. The corners of his mouth raised a few pixels, and then he stripped off Chen Yan very skillfully.

"This is not for revenge." The bald man moved Chen Yan into the back seat of the car with great difficulty, put a hood on Chen Yan, and tied Chen Yan tightly with hemp rope.

"Good night."

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A dark space.

Chen Yan knew that he was dreaming because it was the same scene when he met the ghost of Saito Hajime.

"It's a dark room again, right?" Chen Yan said helplessly.

However, there was no response in the empty space, so Chen Yan had no choice but to keep moving forward. There were many black spots in the light ahead, which seemed to be several corpses, and a black back figure was standing in the middle of the corpses, with the straight knife in his hand still dripping blood slowly.

Chen Yan ran forward with all his strength. Since it was a nightmare, as long as he scared himself, he would wake up!

In this state, no one can save himself if he continues to become dehydrated!

But when Chen Yan got closer, he realized that he might have thought too simply.

The corpses, corpses everywhere, almost all had the face of Otto Berg. The figure standing in the middle slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Yan.

A very familiar face.

His long, messy white hair was casually hanging around his head, and there was a long scar on his face. It seemed that his right eye had been directly gouged out. He had not shaved his beard, and his cold eyes seemed to look at everything as dead.

That is Chen Yan's own face.

Chen Yan looked at the person in front of him in shock, not knowing what to say for a moment, because he had never experienced this scene before, and the appearance of that person, he could not imagine what he had gone through to make him look like this. In his 30s, he already had a head full of gray hair.

"An illusion..." The old Chen Yan in front of him said coldly, "I told you, Otto II, your inferior mind control will not have any impact on me."

"When you die, the next one will be the 'observer' behind you..."

"I dare to kill gods, let alone myself?"