东京,废墟中.
深红色的雨还没有停止.它无情地倾泻而下,将这座城市染上了永恒的,流血的暮色.曾经熙熙攘攘的街道上现在到处都是烧焦的汽车骨架,破碎的玻璃和曾经属于人类的扭曲遗骸.空气中弥漫着燃烧金属,烧焦的橡胶和腐烂肉体的病态甜味.Alex Mercer站在一家便利店摇摇欲坠的外壳外,他的胸口因喘息而起伏.他的手枪枪管仍然因最后一枪而微弱地冒着烟.但让他喘不过气来的不是那场战斗——而是他脑海中回荡的声音."进化AI系统已完全启动."「主机适应已确认.」"正在进行基因重组...预计完成时间:未知.Alex 咬紧了下巴,试图无视这些机械的话语.他的肌肉仍然在燃烧,一股奇怪的热量在他的血管中流淌,使他的皮肤感觉像着火了一样.但他的感官——比以往任何时候都更敏锐.他能听到远处微弱的心跳声,透过浓雾看到动静,甚至能感觉到脚下微妙的震动.城市下面有什么东西在移动.这很不自然.
但他没有时间质疑它.人工智能改变了他.他不知道怎么做,也不知道为什么,但他需要活下去.用品.庇护所.答案.也许...有人还活在这个地狱般的景象中.小巷狭窄而幽闭,建筑物的墙壁像锯齿状的牙齿一样合拢.Alex小心翼翼地移动着,他的脚步声在光滑的人行道上无声无息.这座城市不仅在消亡,而且还在变异.前方,在街道中央,一个孤独的身影跪在深红色的雨水中.男人的身体剧烈抽搐,他的手抓着沥青,指甲裂开流血.Alex举起手枪,肌肉紧绷.出了点问题.当他蹑手蹑脚地靠近时,男人的背不自然地拱起.他的肌肉在他的皮肤下荡漾,就像他内心的某个东西试图逃脱一样.男人猛地抬起头,Alex 看到了他的脸——如果它还能这样称呼的话.他的眼睛发出狂热的红光,血管像扭曲的藤蔓一样在皮肤下凸出.一股浓稠的黑色液体从他的嘴里渗出.然后,他笑了.就在那时,Alex 知道了——这已经不是男人了.那只生物发出一声喉咙般的咆哮,然后冲了过去.捕食者级突变体.
Alex 开火了.砰!第一枪击中了那只生物的额头,但它只是抽搐了一下——彷佛它甚至都没感觉到子弹."目标已确定:捕食者级突变.适应水平:高.威胁级别:致命.
AI 的声音平静,冷静,仿佛 Alex 没有直视死亡.那只生物向前跳去,速度比任何人类都快.Alex勉强及时,变种人的爪子划过他脖子刚才所在的空气."有帮助,"Alex低声咕哝着,手忙脚乱地躲在一辆送货卡车的残骸后面寻找掩护."建议:近距离武器效率提高 20%.优先攻击颈椎和重要动脉.
"现在你告诉我,"Alex咆哮着,把他的手枪扔到一边.他伸手去拿绑在大腿上的折叠式战刀.如果子弹不能阻止这件事,他就得弄脏自己的手.变种人尖叫着,它细长的四肢撕裂了卡车引擎盖的金属.Alex 等待着,心跳加速,这只生物发光的眼睛盯着他.让我们完成这个.
当捕食者再次冲刺时,Alex 的移动速度比他想象的要快.他的身体本能地做出反应,肌肉以难以置信的速度发射.他躲过了这一击,转身用脚跟,将刀子深深地插入了那只生物的脖子.刀片切开了肉和肌腱,切入了粗大的动脉.黑色的血液以搏动的喷射方式喷出,在撞击地面的地方发出嘶嘶声.变种人踉跄着,它的爪子仍然盲目地划过空气,但它眼中的光芒开始黯淡.最后,随着一声咕噜咕噜的嘶嘶声,它倒在了Alex的脚下,抽搐了一会儿才安静下来.Alex站在尸体旁边,胸口起伏,刀子滴着深色,粘稠的血液.肾上腺素在他的血管中嗡嗡作响,但在肾上腺素之下,他能感觉到其他东西-一股热度,一种不属于他的脉搏.AI 还在那里.看.计算.进化.这个变种人的身体很快就腐烂了,分解成一团面目全非的黑色污泥,渗入了被雨水打湿的人行道.气味令人难以抗拒——金属味,酸性,几乎是电的.Alex wiped his knife clean and stepped over the remains, heading toward a nearby abandoned police cruiser. He needed supplies, anything that could give him an edge.Inside, he found five rounds of ammo, a basic med kit, and a few packets of emergency rations. Not much, but enough to keep moving.Just as he was about to slam the trunk shut, something strange happened.A flash of light exploded in his mind—not pain, but a vision. A signal tower, its beacon pulsing faintly through the rain, perched atop a distant skyscraper. The light was weak, but it was there—a sign of life."Signal source detected. Location: Tokyo Tower vicinity."
Alex narrowed his eyes. Tokyo Tower?He didn't trust the AI—not by a long shot—but if the tower was still transmitting, it meant someone, somewhere, had access to power, maybe even a safe zone. Or, more likely, they had answers.Alex weighed his options. The logical part of him said to be cautious, to avoid potential traps. But the part of him that still clung to hope—the part that was still human—knew he had no choice.If there's a signal, there's a survivor.
Adjusting the straps on his gear, Alex took one last look at the smoking ruins of Shinjuku before setting off toward the faint glow on the horizon. The crimson rain continued to fall, painting the city in blood.But Alex Mercer was no ordinary survivor.And the city hadn't seen the worst of him yet.