Chapter 1

After Trevor revealed his true colors, the others also took off their hoods.

They were none other than the other characters from GTA5:

Michael De Santa (middle-aged white man, former bank robber, now a film producer)

Franklin Clinton (young black man, car thief)

And Franklin's buddy, another young black man, Lamar.

As one of the best-selling games of all time, the popularity of GTA5 is beyond doubt.

None of the three protagonists are law-abiding citizens; robbery, car theft, smuggling, and street gunfights are commonplace.

Seeing himself surrounded, Trevor leisurely glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Five minutes left..."

Trevor muttered to himself, dropping the shotgun in his hand. To the astonishment of the four players, he reached towards his rear end.

From his buttocks, he pulled out a man-portable rocket launcher.

"Holy crap, a fourth dimension!"

Luori Rongjin's eyes widened. Pulling weapons and ammunition from one's butt was perfectly normal in video games, but in the real world, it was shocking and bizarre.

"I f*** you and your whole f***ing family!"

Trevor walked to the bank entrance and hurled abuse at the police officers outside, using the most obscene language possible, expressing his strong desire to engage in intimate relations with their relatives and elders in a friendly and amiable manner.

Enraged by Trevor's foul language, the police officers didn't hesitate to pull their triggers, the dense gunfire sounding like firecrackers during the New Year.

Under the hail of bullets, Trevor took half a step back, blood and flesh splattering from his body. His suit was instantly riddled with holes, revealing the equally tattered bulletproof vest underneath.

The Witch clicked her tongue with a sour expression. She could almost imagine what Trevor's face, washed by bullets, must look like.

However, Trevor didn't fall. Instead, a circle of red light inexplicably ignited around him, ignoring all the bullets hitting his body. His finger steadily pulled the trigger of the man-portable rocket launcher.

Boom!

The explosion sent flames soaring into the sky, the wreckage of vehicles flying six or seven meters away, while Trevor continued to curse and rant without stopping.

"The three protagonists in GTA5 all have special abilities,"

As if sensing the Witch's shock, Li Ang explained softly, "Trevor's ability is to enter a state of rage.

In this state, he will frantically insult and taunt all hostile targets, attracting their hatred.

He himself is in an invincible state, and the damage he deals to enemies is increased.

This is fine in GTA5,

But in the Killing Game, it's simply a heaven-defying skill."

The consumable skill scroll [Hatred-Inducing Taunt] that Li Ang obtained earlier was equivalent to a weakened, castrated, low-end version of Trevor's special ability, completely incomparable.

"He hasn't repeated a single curse word in so long."

Li Ang watched Trevor's back and said softly, "To be able to firmly control the opponent with verbal taunts alone, making the enemy lose their mind and only focus on attacking him,

I have to say, this guy is really good at cursing..."

"Why do I feel like you're envious?"

Luori Rongjin felt a slight pain in his balls, "But fortunately, you stopped me from attacking Trevor just now. Otherwise, if he activated his invincible taunt state, it would have been really hard to deal with him in a short time according to the game settings."

"I f***!"

Trevor stood motionless at the door like a god of war. When the red light on his body gradually dissipated, he immediately retreated back into the bank, hiding behind a marble pillar, and shouted to his companions, "Where the hell is the guide?!"

"Hang in there a little longer!"

Trevor's good buddy, Michael, was lying behind the counter, dodging bullets, occasionally firing at the door to suppress the enemy. "We can rush out as soon as the guide arrives!"

So, what the hell is this "guide" that these game characters are talking about?

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

A squat transport plane swooped down from the sky, hovering urgently over the street.

The veteran otaku, Luori Rongjin, immediately recognized the model of this transport plane, which was full of futuristic science fiction and out of tune with the entire city.

"It's a UNSC D77-TC Pelican multi-purpose aircraft from the *Halo* series. This black and white color scheme should be the D77-NMPD variant of the Pelican. It only has a machine gun and various sensors installed on its chin, mainly used for maintaining security on planetary surfaces."

Luori Rongjin said at a rapid pace, "Don't underestimate that single M370 automatic cannon. Its firepower is at the 26th-century level, equipped with a space-grade thruster, multi-functional sensors, and a weapon fire control system....

I reckon we can't even run away."

Future weapons are always the most expensive items sold in the game plaza.

Even a washing machine that is only 20 years more advanced than Earth's technology is worth hundreds of millions, even billions, to certain organizations and forces.

If they could seize this aircraft, or even just dismantle a machine gun from the aircraft...

The poor Witch, who had been living a hard life of instant noodles, instantly turned red-eyed at the thought of lying on a bed of gold, silver, and paper money. Her fingers trembled slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

"Calm down."

Dusk Knight pressed down on the Witch's wrist and said hoarsely, "Even if there's money to be made, you have to have the life to spend it."

"..."

The Witch clenched her fists unwillingly, with an expression of pain at seeing a mountain of gold but being unable to enter.

Bang!

The hatch of the Pelican aircraft opened, and a rope was thrown out.

A round-faced, short-haired girl wearing flashy yellow clothes, who looked quite cute, descended to the ground via the rope.

"Um, cough, everyone, hello, I am the guide for the Death Race."

The round-faced girl looked a little nervous. She clumsily took out a gold token with a skull pattern from her fanny pack and showed it to the police officers surrounding the bank. "I now order you to cease your attack."

"But—"

The police officers looked somewhat unwilling. "The four people inside just escaped from the Sun Prison last night. They are all the most heinous criminals!"

"I know,"

The round-faced girl nodded helplessly, "But the rules are the rules. No matter who it is, as long as they hold a ring, they are contestants.

The competition is about to begin, and I need to lead the contestants to the arena.

Everything is for the sake of the Ascension Ritual."

The identity of the guide seemed to be quite noble in this world. Despite their unwillingness, the police officers could only watch as the round-faced girl hopped up the steps and walked into the bank.

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

Before the round-faced girl could finish speaking, she suddenly screamed, "Eh?!"

The bank robbers she was calling out to were staring at the four bank employees as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Robbers."

Li Ang, who appeared to be an ordinary office worker, used his arms to tightly restrain the black youth, Franklin, by the neck and grinned evilly at Michael and Trevor, "This Franklin should be your good brother, right?

He's in my hands now. Please immediately put down your weapons and surrender to me.

Otherwise, hehehe, this beauty will perish. Hahahaha."