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Chapter 1002 Prologue (1)
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The three of them rushed out of the bankâs back door as police cars arrived one after another.
âââDamn, thereâs a robbery and a gunfight right away. Does it have to be so exciting?ââ â
âAt first, zou Zhuo was holding himself back, afraid that killing the police officer would be a bad ending. However, the other two men started shooting like bullets were free. In the blink of an eye, the empty space in front of them was filled with abandoned police cars and dead bodies. â
Zou Zhuo thought it through and started shooting crazily from behind cover.
âAs a next generation VR game, the matrix gaming pod had a completely different principle from the original VR shooting game. Zou Zhuoâs current experience was the same as shooting in the real world. He had to aim, pull the trigger, offset the recoil, find cover ... He had to do all of this by himself. â
âOf course, considering that ordinary players had no experience with live shooting, their accuracy would be very poor, so the game itself also made some assistance. â
âIn simple mode, when the player was shooting, the system would automatically make slight adjustments to the playerâs actions, mainly the posture of the gun. It felt like you were in a shooting practice field, with a special instructor behind you to help you correct your gun posture. Maybe he would lift your arm slightly, or maybe he would press down on your head. In short, the playerâs shooting accuracy would be improved by correcting the gun posture. â
âThrough this long-term automatic correction, the players could learn the correct posture of holding a gun and become more familiar with tactical actions such as finding cover and rolling in a gunfight. â
âMoreover, the battles in the first teaching stage were relatively simple. The enemies âaccuracy was also very poor. The players had high HP and full armor, so there was no need to worry about the players being killed. â
âAfter taking out a few cars of police, zou Zhuo and the other two robbers finally reached the main road and entered the car that was prepared. â
âThe police siren whistled, and a police car caught up from behind. A shot hit the driver in the temple. â
âZou Zhuo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was confused.ââWhat the f * ck?ââ â
âBefore zou Zhuo could react, the Mike had already grabbed the steering wheel and opened the left door. It pushed the dead driver out and sat in the driverâs seat. â
âThis kind of operation that most players couldnât do would be completed by the system temporarily controlling the playerâs character, which was similar to a cutscene. â
âfxxk you!â
âMike shouted as he turned the steering wheel to the left. The two cars collided, and the police car instantly deviated from the previous track and hit a tree on the side of the road. â
ââyo ho!âThe three people in the car cheered happily, and the car continued to drive into the distance. â
Zou Zhuo suddenly realized that he had to drive the car himself.
âZou Zhuo didnât have a driverâs license yet, but he knew the basic principles of a car, including the clutch, brake, accelerator, gear shift, hand brake, and so on. â
But ... He had never touched a real car before!
âZou Zhuo couldnât be blamed for this. He lived in Imperial but couldnât get an account, and his range of activities was near his home and Thunderbolt Entertainmentâs headquarters, so what was the use of a driverâs license ... â
âââF * ck, calm down, calm down ...ââ â
âZou Zhuo was a little flustered, but thankfully, after he gained control of the mic, the car was moving smoothly along the road. He didnât need to control the gears or even step on the gas, he just needed to control the steering wheel. â
Zou Zhuo slowly turned the steering wheel and drove the car along the road. What surprised him was that the steering wheelâs direction adjustment was much more accurate than he had expected.
âIn some racing games on PC or mobile, the carâs direction was actually very sensitive. Just pressing a button or pushing the virtual joystick would cause the car to shake violently. However, the current driving experience was closer to the feeling of reality. The range of the steering wheel adjustment was very small, and to turn a right angle, one needed to make two turns, so the difficulty of controlling it was greatly reduced. â
âââSo this is how it feels to drive in real life ... Iâve been tricked by racing games for more than 20 years ...ââ He thought. â
Zou Zhuo was overwhelmed with emotions. He realized that driving in real life and driving in the game were two completely different experiences ...
âZou Zhuo didnât know how to turn the steering wheel, so he turned it to the right and adjusted it with the help of the system. However, as soon as they turned onto the railway, a train passed by and knocked their car to the side. â
âZou Zhuo, who was in the driverâs seat, was in a daze. Fortunately, he had his seatbelt on, or he would have been thrown to the ground. Even though the gaming pod greatly reduced the playerâs sense of pain and impact, it was still a simulation of a real car accident, so zou Zhuo was still in a daze from the spinning. â
âLao Chui wanted to take a shortcut to the helicopter, but Mike insisted on following the original route. As a result, both Mike and Brad were shot and fell to the ground. Lao Chui didnât want to leave them behind, but there were too many police officers, so he could only escape into the snow ... â
âThe next part of the story was told from a Godâs perspective. Zou Zhuo saw Mikeâs funeral, and he saw that Mike wasnât dead. â
âMike, who was wearing a hat and sunglasses to hide his original identity, calmly watched his funeral. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and turned to leave. â
âZou Zhuoâs vision turned black, and the game name appeared in the middle of his vision Grand Theft Auto. â
âAfter a short black screen, the view changed again. â
âThis time, it was still from the movieâs perspective. Zou Zhuo didnât possess any of the characters, but floated in the air like a ghost. Mike was sitting on the sofa in a high-end suit, his eyes blank. â
âââIs your son, James, a good boy?ââ A voice asked. â
âMike seemed to have heard a joke.ââGood child? Why? Was he going to help a F * cking poor man? No, there wasn ât. He sat all day, taking drugs, masturbating, and playing video games. If thatâs what you call a good child, then itâs no wonder that this country is in such a terrible state. ââ â
âThe gay-looking psychiatrist leaned forward slightly.ââââWhat about you?ââ â
âââMe?ââ Mike frowned.ââIâm not like this kid who was born with a golden spoon. When I was his age, I had already been in prison twice. Iâve robbed a bank, made a bank, and even smuggled drugs. ââ â
âââDo you think thatâs your achievement?ââ â
âMikeâs emotions gradually became agitated.ââThese are the opportunities that I had in the past. At least I seized them!ââ â
âââThen what do these opportunities bring you?ââ the psychologist asked with a half-smile. â
âMike stood up from the sofa and said,ââIâve brought ... This mess!ââ It was a big house! A useless son! I can only chat with you because no one else is willing to talk to me! I feel like Iâm living in a dream, a F * cking nightmare!ââ â
âAfter venting his anger at the psychiatrist, Mikeâs mood seemed much better. He pushed the door open and left, feeling a little dispirited. â