The Incident, Excited Grand Theft Auto Players

"Ugh!!!"

The moment Superburn came to a stop inside the mod shop, Frank couldn't hold it in any longer. He threw open the door, lunged for the trash can, and started heaving violently.

God only knew what he'd just been through...

Merlin, meanwhile, calmly removed his Plague Black Robe and Eagle Beak, then left his workstation to check the mission settlement on the laptop.

"You're insane!" Frank grabbed a bottle of ice water to rinse his mouth, still shaken, and complained.

"You'll get used to it after puking enough."

"That's not what I mean. Next time you pull stunts like that, could you at least give me a heads-up so I can prepare?"

"Relax, there's usually a beginner's luck buffer. Luck won't be too bad." Merlin waved a hand dismissively from in front of the computer.

Frank: "!!!"

"What the hell! Those crazy moves were your first time? That's not a funny joke." He stared, dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief.

"I'm not joking. I just took advantage of the beginner's luck today to test out the new car."

"Test out the new car... So you mean, this was your first time driving it?" Frank was stunned again.

"Yeah, just got it today—" Merlin's words were cut off.

"Wait, wait, just shut up." Frank raised a hand to stop him, then took a moment to calm himself down.

He really didn't dare to keep asking. Sometimes knowing less was better.

But on one thing, he had no doubt at all.

It was a miracle he was still alive!

The earlier planning had been perfect, but the finale was way too insane.

Next time, he was never riding in this guy's car again. Even a prison break would be safer!

After killing all night, Frank was exhausted. He slumped onto the sofa in the break room to rest.

Merlin, on the other hand, was settling the mission rewards.

"The total payout for this mission is six million dollars. At thirty-three percent, I get one million nine hundred eighty thousand."

"The rest is yours. Check if it's arrived." Merlin pulled out his phone and waved it at the brooding Frank.

"Alright!" Frank immediately took out his phone and opened the R Star APP.

When he saw the extra amount in his account balance, he nodded. Then, thinking of something, he asked curiously, "Can the money in there be withdrawn?"

"Of course. It's a one-to-one ratio. Whatever's in there, you can take out."

"Well... I didn't expect to become a millionaire after just one mission." Hearing that he could withdraw it, Frank was a bit surprised.

"The split is just for my planning fee. We still need to tally up the cost of the equipment you borrowed from me this time. That's my personal investment."

"One Bevel Magic Treasure, one Pump-action Shotgun, one Armor-Piercing Handgun, three Explosive Rounds, one Sticky Bomb, sixteen grenades, twelve Armor-Piercing Rounds..."

Like a miser, Merlin started itemizing everything.

"Total comes to over two million. Let's call it an even two hundred."

Frank: "..."

"You're one ruthless businessman."

The total mission payout was only six million. After taking out thirty-three percent, that left just over four million. Deduct another two million, and Frank was left with a little over two million after settlement.

If the guy hadn't rounded down, he might not have even gotten two million.

So this was what a capitalist was like...

Frank grumpily transferred the money to Merlin. Even though he still had over two million in hand—a huge sum—knowing the total was six million took the shine off it.

Revenge was sweet, but why did it feel so sour?

"Hehe, anything else you want to buy? Want to pre-order a Scarab Armored Vehicle? Maybe grab some ammo while you're at it." Merlin grinned happily after receiving the money, then pressed further.

Frank: "..."

Great, the two million in his pocket was already being eyed.

They chatted for a while, and it was getting late. Merlin needed to get home quickly, or George might come looking for him, and that would be trouble.

The rolling shutter door slowly closed. Merlin sat on his motorcycle and, watching Frank about to leave, suddenly asked, "Any plans for the future?"

Frank paused in his steps but didn't answer, as if thinking.

But Merlin continued, "Since the law can't punish evil, why don't you become the punisher yourself?"

"This game is just a game. It's entirely up to the player."

"I'll think about it." Frank didn't answer directly. After speaking, he put on his coat and quickly disappeared into the pitch-black night.

The skull T-shirt he had drawn himself was still on him.

The next day, a notice and a bounty order quickly plunged New York City into turmoil.

But this time it was in the Brooklyn District, which didn't affect the Manhattan District. Otherwise, the Lizardman incident combined with last night's events would have been enough to give George a headache.

The Hell's Kitchen Motorcycle Gang and the Mexican Irish Gang had been slaughtered by a single person. During the pursuit, the police lost one Police Inspector and three Police Officers, all killed in a helicopter.

And everything revolved around two people.

One was out in the open, known to everyone: the Retired Army Soldier, Frank.

The three gangs had been wiped out by him alone, and his motive was clear—revenge for his wife and daughter.

Through investigation, reporters quickly uncovered the court verdict from that day, and the pressure on the police from the public skyrocketed.

As for the other mysterious figure dressed in plague doctor attire, no one had identified him yet. But by tracking Frank's trail, some leads had emerged.

However, just as everyone was discussing the two—the true man Frank and the mysterious Plague Doctor—a topic quietly rose in popularity online.

A game that had taken Apple City by storm—Morality and Rule of Law!

Because in the scene from last night, the Bevel Magic Treasure and the Superburn sports car were both classic vehicles in the game. Many players of the game were initially hesitant to confirm it, but when they opened the game and saw the identical appearances, they had no choice but to be certain.

The game forums exploded.

[Buddy, I've confirmed it. What was in Brooklyn last night was the Bevel Magic Treasure and the Superburn!]

[Image JPG, Image JPG... Honestly, that scene of the Superburn facing off against the helicopter under the moonlight was really cool. Already set it as my wallpaper.]

[Merlin's Beard, when did the game launch an offline mode? I had no idea!]

[Can't wait, can't wait... I want to become an offline player too. R-Star, hurry up and send out invitation codes.]

[Can't wait, can't wait... I want to drive the Tyrant! I want to fly the Hydra! I want to drive a tank!]

[I want to rob!]

[Add me as a friend, upstairs!]

Last night's events had all the players hyped up. No one knew which big shots were hiding among them.