"Mm... let me take a look." Merlin was a little surprised as well. Although Frank was already four-star, there was still no need to draw out helicopters in the real world.
He hacked into the police system with practiced ease and quickly found the reason.
"Ha, the fact that you wiped out three gangs has been discovered. Inspector Colin, who lost his cash cows, is furious and determined to arrest you," Merlin said with a soft laugh after finding out why.
"Your situation doesn't look too good right now."
Even though Frank was very strong, he had not yet reached the point of transcending human limits. He was still no match for a large-scale police encirclement.
Unless he could make it into one of those maze-like residential neighborhoods and play hide-and-seek.
But he was currently on a street in the central area of Franklin District. Ground pursuit alone would not have been much of a problem, but with helicopters scouting from above, shaking off the police chasing him would be exceptionally difficult.
The streets ahead were surely already covered with layers of barricades and officers lying in wait.
"Woo-woo-woo-woo..." At that moment, several police cars suddenly appeared around the bend ahead and pulled an American Intercept on Frank.
Frank's eyes narrowed. Then he floored the gas and drove the Bevel Magic Treasure straight at them.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The police cars blocking the road were immediately scooped into the air, while Frank sped away.
But the police helicopter continued circling overhead, its bright searchlight following him like a shadow.
"How about it? Want me to come pick you up?" Merlin's voice sounded through the Headset again.
Frank did not answer. He continued driving silently down the road, with helicopters circling above, police cars chasing behind, and who knew how many roadblocks waiting ahead.
Escaping pursuit through streets packed with buildings was difficult!
"Fine. How are you planning to pick me up?" In the end, seeing the fuel gauge running low, Frank decided to ask Merlin for help.
It would mean giving up another ten percent of the cut, but asking for help this time meant owing Merlin a favor.
He did not care much about the split to begin with. Otherwise, he would have asked for help long ago.
"Circle back to the police station entrance. I'll wait for you there." After saying that, Merlin set down his snacks, quickly left the break room, and headed to the garage in the back.
Looking at the rows of sports cars in the backyard garage, he hesitated.
"Which one should I choose?" His gaze settled on the Vigilante, which had already been fitted with a rocket engine, and he thought for a while.
In the end, he left the garage and returned to his workstation.
"This one, then." For its first appearance, it would be a shame not to use the most entertaining Superburn.
As everyone knew, Superburn was a flying vehicle.
The Superburn before him was painted with an anime illustration of Princess Bubblegum, holding a long blade aloft, bare-chested, bold and full-breasted.
It was also equipped with Deadlock Missiles, an Atomic Jet, Pneumatic Bounce, and other devices.
Naturally, to make taking off with Pneumatic Bounce easier, its body was much lighter and not very durable.
Following Merlin's instructions, Frank turned back at an intersection.
And Inspector Colin, in the helicopter above, saw the entire thing clearly.
"What's going on? Did he take a wrong turn?" He was a little dumbfounded when he saw Frank suddenly turn back.
Even if he knew there would be more police blocking the way ahead, there was no need to turn around and go surrender directly, right?
Or was he trying to take another route?
Thoughts flashed through Colin's mind one after another, but the helicopter's searchlight continued following Frank.
No matter what, this guy had cost him so many reserve cash cows. Even if he surrendered, Colin absolutely could not let him live.
Looking at the Bevel Magic Treasure darting around the streets below like an ant, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.
Bang, bang, bang... Bullets whistled past his ears. Amid the back-and-forth chase between Frank and the police cars, he unknowingly returned to the original location.
The exploded vehicles had been reduced to blackened frames, wisps of smoke drifting through the city streets.
The firefighters who had arrived had already been notified in advance, so they took cover by the side of the street.
They stood in a row, casually watching the pursuit unfold on the road.
"I like driving the Bevel Magic Treasure around Los Santos and scooping up cars too, but I never thought I'd see it in real life."
"Honestly, this guy's execution is insane. He actually recreated a Bevel Magic Treasure from the game one-to-one."
"I wanted to weld one myself too, but I don't have the time or patience."
"A game brought into reality... this guy should be five-star by now, right?"
"No way. This is barely anything. Three-star at most."
"What are you talking about? What game?"
Their fire department had never gotten along particularly well with the police, so instead of worrying, they watched with great interest.
Besides, seeing vehicles and scenes from the game appear right before them made the whole thing feel incredibly surreal to anyone who had played Morality and Rule of Law.
They watched the Bevel Magic Treasure roar past, scoop a police car into the air, then continue tearing recklessly through the streets as police cars with flashing lights pursued it one after another.
They even felt the urge to become good citizens themselves.
Frank quickly crossed the streets and arrived at the police station entrance.
Hearing the sirens growing closer outside, the many officers inside the station were somewhat confused. Had they caught him?
Frank stopped the car and looked at the officers walking out of the station. He glanced back at the pursuing police cars, then up at the helicopter circling overhead.
He was surrounded now, and he had walked into the trap himself.
"Did he really come to surrender?" Colin, in the helicopter, was dumbfounded too.
Was the man who had wiped out three of his cash cows really an idiot? Or had he already gotten his revenge and had nothing left to cling to?
Colin was more inclined toward the latter.
"Fine by me. Saves me the trouble of catching you!"
Frank raised both hands and looked around. He was not particularly nervous; instead, he was curious about how Merlin would make his entrance.
"Got him!" A voice suddenly came through the Headset.
The instant the words fell, a rushing roar sounded out. A pink Mirage, blasting energy, suddenly broke into the police encirclement and reached directly above him.
The car flipped over. Merlin, seated in the driver's seat, was turned completely upside down as he reached a hand toward Frank below.
With both hands raised, Frank instinctively grabbed Merlin's wrist. The next moment, he felt a massive sensation of weightlessness as he was yanked into the air.
Whoosh!
Brooklyn's police: "..."
The officers surrounding Frank were dumbfounded. They only saw a pink Mirage flash past, and then their target vanished before their eyes.
But Colin, seated in the helicopter, saw it clearly. A pink-painted sports car had suddenly launched into the air, then shot off like a Rocket, smoothly rolling over midflight.
Before you continue