Chapter 1 Pacific Bank Robbery

Pacific Bank doesn't occupy as much space as the players imagined, but the interior design is surprisingly understated and luxurious.

Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and the walls and floors are beige. The bank teller windows are covered with blinds, ensuring ample light while preventing the tellers from feeling too hot.

The players, still disguised as bank employees, rushed into the bank's main entrance.

A tall, sturdy black bank security guard wearing a bulletproof vest and a sidearm greeted the four players warmly, "Hey, fellas, good morning."

"Morning."

Li Ang, playing the role of a bank employee, smiled and waved, his eyes glancing at the clock hanging on the wall at the end of the bank lobby, 8:55.

They made it.

So, what's the next stage of the mission?

The four players hesitated, slowing their pace. The Witch covered her mouth with her fist, pretending to cough, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz, "Maybe we should go behind the bank counter? That's what it means to be at work, after all."

That makes sense.

Luo Ri Rong Jin nodded, looked around, scanned the bank lobby, quickly located the door leading to the teller area, and stepped forward.

Just as he reached the door and was about to use his skill to open it, a dull gunshot erupted at the bank entrance.

Bang!

MPS AA-12 automatic shotgun, long-stroke gas piston principle, swinging bolt lock, open bolt firing, long recoil distance, FRAG-12 high-explosive round, within range, graze it and be injured, touch it and die.

The gunshot originated 1.57 meters from the entrance, fired by someone 1.79 meters tall, holding the gun with both hands, muzzle angled slightly upward and to the left.

This shot wasn't meant to kill, but to primarily act as a deterrent.

Bank robbers?

Luo Ri Rong Jin didn't turn around, but a series of data points flashed through his mind.

He instinctively turned around, a gust of wind whistling in his palm, condensing into a glass marble-sized ball of wind, ready to be launched for self-defense.

A hand gripped his wrist, preventing the wind ball from fully forming.

"Hold on."

Li Ang released his hand, faced the bank entrance, raised both arms in a gesture of surrender, indicating he had no hostility, "Let's see what's happening."

"Everyone, get on the ground!!"

Accompanying the ear-piercing alarm in the bank lobby, a rough shout rang out at the entrance.

Just as the players saw, Pacific Bank was being robbed.

There were four robbers in total, all wearing suits, leather shoes, ties, gloves, and carrying large black cloth bags at their waists.

Each robber wore a rubber mask, and the figures printed on the masks were also familiar.

Washington, Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt, Lincoln.

Well, it was the four American presidents from Mount Rushmore in South Dakota.

This robber's voice is strangely familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before.

Li Ang narrowed his eyes and thought silently.

Hmm... this bank looks pretty upscale. Judging from the posture and demeanor of the security guards at the door, they're probably all seasoned retired veterans. It looks like there's going to be a shootout.

Thud.

To the players' disbelief, the six armed security guards standing at the door, at the same time, with smiling faces, unbuckled their holsters,

Naturally raised their hands, slowly and leisurely lay on the ground, without any resistance! The surrender was so practiced and natural, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

???

The players were stunned to find that not only the bank security guards, but also the ordinary customers conducting business in the bank were also very skilled at lying on the ground.

Several hunched old ladies, dressed very elegantly, even had the leisure to lie on the ground and whisper to each other, continuing to discuss inheritance tax-related news, completely ignoring the ferocious bank robbers.

WTF?

The players were dumbfounded, and were a little slow in lying down.

The four robbers were clearly prepared. "Jefferson" shot the alarm clock on the wall.

"Washington" menacingly raised his gun and rushed towards the players who stood out from the crowd, roaring threateningly: "Get down! Everyone get down!"

The average level 15 player has seen it all, they've been through thick and thin, their hands stained with the blood of demons and monsters,

How could they take the threat of ordinary robbers seriously?

"Please don't shoot!"

Li Ang didn't say a word, took the lead in lying down, striking the same pose as the other bank employees and customers.

The Witch, Luo Ri Rong Jin, and Dusk Knight exchanged glances and slowly lay down, imitating Li Ang.

"Hmph."

"Washington" snorted coldly, took the gun and turned to leave, not going to open the bank counter, but beckoning "Lincoln" to throw a high explosive, and walked straight to the end of the bank, seemingly heading straight for the bank vault.

"The second stage mission objective isn't over yet, let's wait a little longer."

Li Ang said softly to his companions, "By the way, Jin-ge, don't you think Washington's voice is a little familiar?"

Can you not call me Jin-ge? It always sounds a little weird, like some strange supplement.

Luo Ri Rong Jin silently complained in his heart, and asked softly: "Familiar? Are you saying that this bank robber is also a character in a video game?"

Wee ooo wee ooo—

The sirens of police cars approaching from far away interrupted the conversation between the two players. A black and white police car very rudely and wildly crashed into a streetlight at the bank entrance, the front cover of the car smashed to pieces.

But the police officers in the car didn't seem to feel anything, kicked open the car door and walked out, holding pistols and aiming at the bank door, looking like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Boom boom boom!

A series of crashes rang out continuously. In just five seconds, more than a dozen police cars violently parked in front of the bank.

All the police cars were broken and crooked,

The sound of armed helicopter propellers even sounded in the sky.

"People inside, listen up, you are surrounded!"

The white police officer who got out of the car shouted through a loudspeaker: "Put down your weapons immediately and come out of the bank!"

"Damn!"

Roosevelt blurted out a curse, saying in a rap-like black youth voice: "How did the cops get here so fast?!"

"Don't worry about so much!"

Jefferson said in a hoarse middle-aged man's voice: "You go help Trevor get the chariot materials from the vault,

It's almost 9:10, when the Death Chariot race starts,

We have participation rings, and the guide will come and pick us up."

Trevor? Death Chariot? Participation rings? Guide?

The four players lying on the ground looked at each other, and immediately had a guess in their hearts.

Boom!

A dull explosion sounded underground. Soon, Washington and Roosevelt came back, dragging a heavy metal box.

"Damn! I got it!"

The robber wearing the Washington mask tore off the mask, revealing a slightly balding, ferocious middle-aged man's face.

It was Trevor Philips, one of the protagonists of the game Grand Theft Auto V (GTA5 for short).