The three of them rushed out of the back door of the bank as police cars roared towards them.
"F * ck, it's a robbery and a gunfight. Does it have to be so exciting?"
At the start, Zou Zhuo was still holding back, afraid that killing the police wouldn't be easy. However, the other two guys started shooting like crazy. In the blink of an eye, the empty space in front of them was filled with abandoned police cars and police corpses.
Zou Zhuo thought it through and started shooting crazily from behind cover.
As the next generation of VR, the Matrix game pod was completely different from the original VR shooting games. Zou Zhuo's current experience was the same as shooting in real life. He had to raise his gun, aim, pull the trigger, offset the recoil, find cover … This series of actions had to be done by himself.
Of course, considering that ordinary players didn't have any real shooting experience, their accuracy would be very worrying. Therefore, the game itself had some support.
In simple mode, when the player was shooting, the system would automatically make slight adjustments to the player's movements, mainly the way they held the gun. It felt as if you were in a shooting range, and there was a professional instructor behind you to help you correct your shooting posture. Perhaps it would be a gentle lift of your arm, or a press of your head. In short, by correcting your shooting posture, the instructor would continuously improve the accuracy of the player's shooting.
Through this long period of automatic correction, the player could subtly learn the correct way to hold the gun. They would also become more familiar with tactical actions such as finding cover and rolling in a gunfight.
Moreover, the combat at the beginning was relatively simple. The enemy's accuracy was also very poor. The players had high health and full armor, so there was no need to worry about the player dying.
After taking out a few cars of police officers, Zou Zhuo and the other two robbers finally reached the main road and got into the car that was already prepared.
The siren screamed as a police car followed from behind and shot the driver in the temple.
Zou Zhuo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was stunned. "F * ck??"
Before Zou Zhuo could react, Mike automatically grabbed the steering wheel and opened the door on the left. He pushed the dead driver out and sat in the driver's seat.
This kind of action that most players couldn't do would be temporarily controlled by the system. It was similar to a cutscene.
“fxxk
you！”
Mike shouted as he suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left. The two cars collided violently, and the police car instantly deviated from its previous track and crashed into a tree on the side of the road.
“yo
Ho! "The three people in the car cheered happily as the car continued to drive into the distance.
Zou Zhuo suddenly realized that he had to drive now.
Zou Zhuo hadn't gotten a driver's license yet, but he understood some of the basic principles of a car, including the clutch, brake, accelerator, gear shift, handbrake, and so on.
But … he had never touched a real car before!
It wasn't Zou Zhuo's fault. He lived in the Imperial Capital, but he couldn't get a license. Moreover, he only moved around his home and Thunderbolt Entertainment's HQ. What was the point of learning a driver's license …
"F * ck, calm down, calm down …"
Zou Zhuo panicked a little. Fortunately, after he took control of the microphone, the car was already moving very smoothly along the road. He didn't need to care about the gear or even step on the accelerator. He just needed to control the steering wheel.
Zou Zhuo adjusted the steering wheel bit by bit, letting the car move along the road. What surprised him was that the steering wheel was much more accurate than he expected.
In some PC and mobile racing games, the direction of the car was actually very sensitive. A slight press of a button or a push of the virtual joystick would cause the car to shake violently. However, the driving experience was much closer to the feeling of reality. The steering wheel was very small, and it would take two turns to make a right angle turn, making it much easier to control.
"So this is what it feels like to drive in real life … I've been tricked by racing games for twenty years …"
Zou Zhuo had mixed feelings. He realized that driving in real life and driving in the game were two completely different experiences …
Zou Zhuo didn't know how to turn the steering wheel when they made the last right angle turn. All he did was crazily push the steering wheel to the right, and with the help of the system, he was able to make the turn. However, as soon as they made the turn onto the railway, a train suddenly passed by and knocked their car to the side, causing it to be scrapped.
Zou Zhuo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was dizzy from the impact. Luckily, he had his seatbelt on, or he wouldn't know where he would've been thrown to. Although the game cabin greatly reduced the pain and impact that the players felt, this was still a simulation of a real car accident, so Zou Zhuo didn't recover from the dizziness for a while.
Lao Chui wanted to take a shortcut to the helicopter, but Mike insisted on going along the original route. In the end, Mike and Brad were both shot and fell to the ground. Lao Chui didn't want to leave them behind, but there were too many police officers, so he could only escape into the snow …
The following plot was told from God's perspective. Zou Zhuo saw Mike's funeral, and saw Mike, who was still alive outside the cemetery.
Mike, who was wearing a hat and sunglasses to hide his identity, looked at his funeral calmly, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and turned to leave.
Zou Zhuo's vision gradually turned black, and the game title appeared in the center of his vision: Grand Theft Auto.
Auto.
After a short black screen, the scene changed again.
This time, it was still from a movie perspective. Zou Zhuo didn't possess any of the game characters, but floated in the air like a ghost. Mike was sitting on the sofa in a high-end suit, his eyes confused.
"Your son, James, is he a good boy?" a voice asked.
Mike seemed to have heard a joke. "Good boy? Why? Does he run to help the f * cking poor? No. He sat around all day, taking drugs, shooting guns, and playing video games endlessly. If this is called a good boy, no wonder this country is so terrible. "
The psychologist, who looked a bit gay, leaned forward slightly. "What about you?"
"Me?" Mike frowned. "I wasn't born with a silver spoon like this kid. When I was his age, I'd already been in prison twice. I robbed banks, pimped, and smuggled drugs. "
The psychologist asked, "Do you think that's what you've accomplished?"
Mike gradually became emotional. "These are all opportunities that I had before. At least I seized them!"
The psychologist smiled faintly. "Then what did these opportunities bring you?"
Mike stood up from the sofa. "They brought … this mess! A big house! A useless son! I can only talk to you, because no one else is willing to talk to me! I'm basically living in a dream, a f * cking nightmare! "
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