Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 642 - 640 Mockery

After Trevor revealed his true face, the others also took off their masks.

They were the other characters from GTA5: Michael De Santa (a middle-aged white man, a former bank robber, now a film producer), Franklin Clinton (a young Black man, a car thief), and Franklin's buddy, Lamar (a young Black man).

As one of the best-selling games in history, GTA5's popularity was undeniable. The three protagonists were far from law-abiding citizens—robbing, car theft, smuggling, and street gunfights were almost everyday occurrences for them.

Seeing they were completely surrounded, Trevor calmly glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Five minutes left..."

Trevor muttered to himself. Then, in front of the four players' stunned gazes, he tossed aside his Shotgun and reached for his backside, pulling an Individual Rocket Tube out from near his buttocks.

"HOLY SHIT! A FOUR-DIMENSIONAL CHRYSANTHEMUM!"

Sunset Gold Smelter's eyes bulged. Pulling guns and ammo from one's butt is normal in video games, but in the real world, it's horrifying and bizarre.

"I **** YOUR ***!"

Trevor walked to the bank's entrance and cursed the police officers outside, using the filthiest language imaginable to "amiably" express his strong desire to engage intimately with their relatives and ancestors.

Faced with Trevor's torrent of profanities, the officers were infuriated. They didn't hesitate to pull their triggers, and a barrage of gunfire erupted like New Year's firecrackers.

Under the hail of bullets, Trevor took half a step back, splattered with blood and gore. His suit was shredded in the blink of an eye, revealing the equally broken Bulletproof Vest underneath.

The Witch grimaced, almost able to imagine what Trevor's face would look like after being riddled with bullets.

However, Trevor didn't fall. Instead, a mysterious red glow ignited around him. He ignored all the bullets striking him, and his fingers steadily pulled the trigger of the Individual Rocket Tube.

BOOM!

An explosion sent a fireball into the sky, and vehicle debris flew six or seven meters, while Trevor kept swearing incessantly.

"All three GTA5 protagonists have special abilities."

Seemingly noticing the Witch's shock, Li Ang explained softly, "Trevor's ability is to enter a berserk state. In this state, he'll furiously mock and taunt all his enemies, drawing their hatred, while he himself becomes invincible and his damage to enemies is enhanced. This is manageable in GTA5, but in a killing game like this, it's simply an outrageously god-tier skill."

The consumable Skill Scroll "Mocking Taunt" that Li Ang had initially obtained was essentially a watered-down, neutered, budget version of Trevor's special ability and couldn't compare at all.

"He hasn't repeated a single swear word this whole time."

Li Ang looked at Trevor's back and said softly, "To firmly control the enemy with mere verbal taunts, making them lose their reason and focus all attacks on him... I've got to say, this guy really has a gift for swearing."

"Why do I get the feeling you sound envious?" Sunset Gold Smelter felt a twinge of frustration. "Thankfully, you stopped me from attacking Trevor earlier. If he'd activated his invincibility taunt, given the game mechanics, we probably couldn't have handled him in that short timeframe."

"I ****!"

Trevor stood at the entrance like a God of War, unmovable. Once the red glow around him slowly faded, he immediately retreated back into the bank. Taking cover behind a marble column, he yelled at his companions, "Why isn't the guide here yet?!"

"Hang in there a little longer!"

Trevor's buddy Michael crouched behind the counter, dodging bullets and occasionally firing towards the entrance to provide suppressing fire. "We can rush out when the guide comes!"

So, what exactly is this "guide" these game characters keep talking about?

The four players lay prone on the ground, staring blankly. Soon, they witnessed a change in the situation.

A squat transport ship nosedived from the horizon, coming to an abrupt hover above the street.

The seasoned nerd, Sunset Gold Smelter, immediately recognized the model of the transport, with its distinctly futuristic sci-fi aesthetic that clashed with the rest of the city's design.

"It's the UNSC's multipurpose aircraft, the D77-TC Pelican, from the 'Flare' series. This black and white color scheme should be a variant of the Pelican, the D77-NMPD, equipped with just one cannon and various sensors on its chin, mainly used for maintaining law and order on planetary surfaces."

Sunset Gold Smelter spoke rapidly, "Don't be fooled by its single M370 autocannon. That thing packs 26th-century firepower, combined with space-grade thrusters, multipurpose sensors, and an integrated weapon fire-control system... I reckon we wouldn't even be able to escape it."

Future weapons were always the most expensive items sold in the Game Square.

Even for something like a washing machine just 20 years more advanced than Earth's, organized factions were willing to spend hundreds of millions, even billions, to acquire it.

If I could snatch this aircraft, or even just strip a cannon from it...

The poverty-stricken Witch, long accustomed to miserable days of surviving on instant noodles made with only hot water, imagined herself rolling on a bed made of cash, gold, and silver. Her eyes instantly reddened, her fingers trembled slightly, and her breathing grew more rapid.

"Stay calm."

Dusk Knight gripped the Witch's wrist, his voice raspy. "There's money to be made, but we need to be alive to spend it."

"..."

The Witch reluctantly clenched her fists, her expression pained, like someone seeing a mountain of gold they couldn't touch.

BANG! 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The Pelican's hatch opened, and a rope was thrown out.

A round-faced young woman with short hair, dressed in a flashy yellow outfit and looking rather cute, descended to the ground using the rope.

"Um, *cough cough*, hello everyone. I'm the guide for the Death Race."

The round-faced young woman looked a bit nervous. She clumsily took out a Golden Plaque with a skull design from her waist pack and showed it to the police officers surrounding the bank. "I am now ordering you to cease your attack."

"But—"

The officers looked somewhat unwilling. "The four people inside just escaped from the Solar Prison last night! They are all top wanted criminals guilty of heinous crimes!"

"I know," the round-faced young woman nodded helplessly, "but rules are rules. Whoever possesses a ring is a competitor. The race is about to start, and I need to lead the competitors to the venue. The Ascension Ceremony takes precedence over everything."

It seemed that the status of a guide in this world was quite prestigious. Despite their extreme reluctance, the officers could only watch as the round-faced young woman cheerfully hopped up the steps and entered the bank.

"Mr. Trevor, Mr. Michael, Mr. Franklin, Mr. Lamar, I'm here to take you to the competition—"

Before the round-faced young woman could finish, she let out a sudden scream. "HUH?!"

The bank robbers she had called out to were staring at four bank employees as if facing a formidable enemy.

"So sorry, gentlemen robbers."

Li Ang, who had the appearance of an ordinary office worker, had his arms tightly wrapped around the young Black man Franklin's neck. He sneered at Michael and Trevor, "This Franklin here is your good buddy, right? Now, he's in my hands. Drop your weapons and surrender to me immediately. Otherwise, heh heh heh, this pretty boy will meet a tragic end, hahahaha!"