Chapter 432: Pencil God of War! The Killing Begins! |
'OHHHHHHHHH--
Even Seiichi Nakamura and Ito Suke were equally astonished!
Without a doubt.
The moment Legend Pictures appeared, the chat barrage section of the entire DLC trailer had already reached a boiling point!
"OMG! It's Legend Pictures! My god! To think I'd live to see Golden Wind and Legend Pictures collaborate again in my lifetime?"
So what exactly is this DLC? Holy shit, is it mechs robbing banks??
Hahahaha bro don't be ridiculous, what kind of mech bank robbery is that
I'm asking you how many banks you'd need to rob to build one Danger Ranger
Lo000000oL
Most likely
"Holy crap... is Little Yellow this bold? Directly entering the film industry?
I actually think it's expected, after all Old Thief's visual storytelling ability is something everyone has witnessed
Oh my god oh my god oh my god... just seeing these two LOGOs gives me goosebumps
'It's coming it's coming it's coming...
l--
Amidst the audience discussions!
The two major corporation LOGOs gradually faded from the screen.
And within the pitch blackness, the familiar radio voice gradually emerged:
[Attention East District, attention East District, armed conflict at Flashpoint Bar on 8th Avenue, both sides carrying heavy firepower]
[Repeat, heavy firefight at Flashpoint Bar on 8th Avenue, immediate backup required...]
Huff l--
Pant l--
The radio communication voice gradually faded out.
And the pitch black screen finally gained color and brightness.
Neon lights swayed.
Bright lights and vibrant nightlife.
Bar lights flickered.
Countless people drinking away their sorrows and indulging swayed wildly on the dance floor, twisting their bodies.
In the center of the dance floor, three gleaming poles shimmered, with scantily clad women coiling around them like flower snakes.
The perspective advanced following a man's back.
Black leather shoes, black suit pants, black suit jacket.
The turned-out white shirt collar was also hidden beneath the tall man's medium-length, slightly curly center-parted black hair.
In the background, the man's voice was deep and magnetic:
[I'm planning to retire, Jonathan]
While another, older voice carried a hint of melancholy:
[Then-- congratulations, the Continental Hotel will always welcome you back]
Clink.
The sound of glasses touching echoed.
The dialogue from the man's memories seemed to intersect at this moment with the bar filled with clinking glasses under vibrant lights.
"Can I get you something?"
The beautiful waitress wore sexy clothing, working hard to show off her cleavage as she promoted drinks to the suited man.
And the man stopped in his tracks:
"A pencil."
"...What??"
The bar counter staff clearly didn't process it:
"Pardon?"
"A--"
The suited man raised his hand covered with various scars, his voice elegant and deep:
"Pencil."
[...But before that, could I ask you for one more favor?]
In the background, the older man's voice sounded again:
[Charon has been taken hostage... The Continental Hotel cannot lose such an excellent gentleman]
Silence.
At this moment.
Both the background voice and the bar counter lady remained silent for a long time.
Finally.
Clink--
With a crisp sound.
A sharpened pencil was placed into the empty glass before the suited man.
And the man's deep voice also emerged from the background--
[YEAH--]
......
Mysterious, elegant.
At this moment, Golden Wind's signature 'mysterious aesthetic' seemed to be pushed to its extreme.
The extremely rare live-action trailer made all viewers hold their breath.
The suited man traversing the bar was so tall, gentlemanly, yet so mysterious and cold.
His silent demeanor seemed completely out of place in this restless bar.
Tap...................
Soft leather shoe heels tapped on the bar floor.
The glaring bar lights remained dazzlingly bright.
But the chaotic music and boiling voices seemed to freeze at this moment.
Two burly bouncers standing before the bar's VIP passage blocked the suited man's path.
Behind them, a manager also frowned at this strange man.
Dead silence.
The entire bar seemed to momentarily freeze in this instant.
And coincidentally.
Right at this moment.
The eerie red light from the disco ball swept over the pencil in the suited man's hand.
Crimson light swept past!
Whoosh-- Thud!!!
Like lightning!
Overwhelming intense electronic music erupted again!
A spray of crimson blood suddenly shot from one burly bouncer's throat!
Sss--!
Blood instantly stained the suited man's cuff!
"Shit! Take him down!!!"
The other bouncer and manager reacted in that same instant!
Thump thump thump! Thump!
The surging electronic music reached its climax at this moment!
The two burly men lunged forward, while the suited man took a nimble backward step, grabbing one bouncer's tie with one hand while his blood-stained pencil thrust forward with sharp precision!
Blood splattered everywhere!
Meanwhile, the other manager reached for his lower back: "VIP in danger! Unidentified intruder requires...!"
However!
Before his words even finished!
The suited man took a sudden step forward, firmly pressing down the manager's gun-drawing hand, then swung his other hand sharply!
With a thud sound, the sharp pencil instantly pierced through the manager's ear canal,
while the suited man followed up with an elbow strike!
Crack!
The sharp pencil entering the ear, the manager instantly died violently, corpse falling on the spot!
"Holy fucking shit--!!!"
Players were completely stunned!
"This is way too fucking intense?"
"What the hell is this guy? A professional hitman? The fucking Pencil God of War?"
"Damn, truly worthy of Old Thief's games, way too fucking imaginative"
"This cinematography! These actions! This lighting! This visual tension! Definitely movie promotion! Little Yellow really is making a movie!"
"Holy shit this is way too fucking cool? One against three and he kills all three, can they even play?"
"This is a new character, right? Holy shit this is way too fucking cool!"
"Holy crap it's starting it's starting! The enemy backup is coming!"
......
As the fiery electronic music played!
On that narrow VIP corridor, four or five burly bouncers came forward with guns raised!
The suited man remained completely unflustered, stepping back and shifting behind the manager with the pencil in his ear, simultaneously drawing a pistol from the corpse's lower back, firing two shots at the first charging bouncer!!!
Blood sprayed!
The bouncer thudded to his knees.
And the next second!!
Another gunshot!
A bullet precisely pierced through his head, sending out a spray of blood!
Mozambique Drill!
Also known as 'two to the body, one to the head, even gods shake their heads!'
Fierce gunfire instantly erupted in the narrow corridor!
Outside, rhythmic electronic music thundered!
Inside, sharp, short gunshots rang out!
Amid blood splattering, the suited man used the manager as a shield, each shot taking down one person!!!
Click--!!!
As the pistol slide locked back, one magazine was emptied.
Two bouncers seeing this charged forward shouting.
Amid the disorienting neon light shadows, a whooshing sound was heard!
In that lightning moment, the other bouncer threw a heavy punch, fist like a sandbag carrying thunderous force coming straight at him!
Shh--!
Whoosh--!
And the next second, the suited man caught the bouncer's wrist, executed a judo throw, thudding the bouncer to the ground, then applied a naked choke, using his legs to pin the struggling bouncer, taking the pistol from his twisted, deformed wrist, and firing a shot at the other bouncer who had just gotten up from the ground!!
The bullet instantly blew off that bouncer's skull!
Immediately after, the suited man fired another shot backhand, headshotting the choked bouncer!
Bang!
Clean! Crisp! Pure!
Unadorned killing techniques were displayed to their fullest extent at this moment!
In just mere seconds!
Amid intersecting psychedelic light and shadow!
Amid the roar of gunfire flashes!
Even the occasional twitching bouncer received precise follow-up shots from the suited man, each one a headshot!
Completely stunned!
Electronic music and lighting!
Gunfire and blood!
The surging tension of bone-crunching combat and the adrenaline rush of decisive killing had all players' blood boiling!
"Way too cool holy shit! God of Killing!"
"He actually does follow-up shots! Who can withstand this! Way too intense!"
"Wet, I'm getting wet watching this"
"Why is reloading so cool holy shit! That flick and push! Can't handle it, really can't handle it!"
"Old Thief really fucking understands subtle badassery! Truly cool!"
"Pure hitman, not a single wasted movement, crisp and clean, cool as hell"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-- so fucking cool! Bro really can't handle this anymore!"
......
Breach! Exchange fire!
Through layer after layer of rescue assaults, the suited man always left players with just his back!
But this didn't diminish the visual impact of his sharp kills in the slightest!
Various firearms appeared in rotation.
Grappling, jujitsu, Jeet Kune Do...
Close combat techniques from around the world landed with bone-crunching impact!
A killing spree montage all the way through, this fast-paced DLC was presented to its fullest!
While countless players were fired up with excitement, curiosity about the actor playing the suited man also grew increasingly!
When everything settled!
Footsteps sounded again in the VIP corridor.
Tap...................
The wet sound of soft leather shoe heels, carrying sticky, thick blood stains, grew closer.
Clink!
A blood-stained pencil returned to the empty glass, sprinkling speckles of blood.
The young woman curled up behind the bar counter trembled as she looked up at the suited man who had completed his mission and was escorting a black man toward the bar exit, asking shakily:
Hearing this.
Tap!
The suited man stopped his footsteps.
The sound of fabric rustled in the complete silence.
The suited man slowly turned his head, the camera slowly pushing in--
His medium-length, slightly curly center-parted hair naturally fell down, in the deep eye sockets a pair of pitch-black eyes shone like polished blades,
His lean face had sharp angles, an exquisite short connected beard extending to his temples.
"Wick,"
"John Wick."