He had only just gotten off the plane, and Los Santos cops had already come looking for him, even secretly threatening him into working for them?
This was fucking dark!
After that brief complaint, Zhang Yi turned his attention to the game map.
He had played plenty of Open World games before.
There had been all kinds of settings, but not many set in modern cities.
After all, compared to other types of games, Open World games with a modern urban setting were extremely difficult to make.
Just gathering the necessary assets was beyond the capabilities of most game studios.
The game was set in the 1990s, so the buildings lining the streets still carried a strong sense of that era.
But what Zhang Yi found most interesting was the bicycle.
"This little bike is pretty interesting!" Zhang Yi said in surprise as he controlled Karl riding it.
It was not exactly slow, but it definitely was not as fast as a car.
More importantly, the bike could perform all sorts of tricks.
Front wheel up, rear wheel down, hopping into the air—these tricks were easy enough to pull off in the game, though they also made it easy to wipe out spectacularly.
Before long, Zhang Yi guided Karl to the mission objective.
After parking the bike outside, Karl pushed open the door and entered the house. He looked around. It was not luxurious: an old bulky television, a sofa and coffee table, a game console on the floor, and a framed photo.
"Stop! What are you doing? Karl, Brian, stop!"
"Stop it! Mom will hear you!"
"Mom, they're trying to do bad things!"
With a pained expression, Karl placed the photo frame on the table, memories of his childhood with his family flooding back.
But just then, a bearded