It's night in the real world, but in a game world that's very similar to the real world, it's a sunny morning.

A DARK BLUE PORSCHE 911 GT3 SPORTS CAR SLOWLY DRIVES THROUGH THE DILAPIDATED STREETS OF LOS-SANTOS.

Standing in front of an open-air basketball court surrounded by barbed wire, a group of boys in tank tops and shorts threw pebbles at a vehicle that was too extravagant for the slums.

This seemingly ordinary city is actually run by many gangs, and this area should be Karl. Johnson's turf. It was a black man known as CJ who had experienced bloody gang wars.

These young people are actually gang members, but if they knew what was in the back seat of the blue sports car, they would definitely not dare to act rashly again:

-- Three M4A1 carbines, dozens of magazines, a whole box of grenades, and "work supplies" such as shears and jacks, were piled up in a mess on the back seat.

A man and a woman sitting in the front row are planning this work:

"Turn left from the front and walk another two blocks to the bank."

The Asian man in an iron-gray tracksuit, who was driving, turned his head to look at the white beauty in a black tights next to him, and asked, "Okay?" I don't want to go somewhere and not be able to open the vault. ”

"Right away." The blonde woman didn't raise her head when she spoke.

Although she looks like she's playing Snake, she's actually using a laptop computer to hack the bank's security terminal.

The two bank robbers who were about to act were already veterans, but unlike the previous times, this time the blonde woman's work ran into trouble.

"Is it okay?" The man driving the car impatiently patted the silver pistol stuck in his belt.

"Looks like someone else is hacking into the bank's system, and I need more time to ......," muttered the woman in the passenger seat.

"Better hurry, it's time." The man urged again.

-- This robbery has been planned for nearly half a month, and the plan is extremely meticulous, and the time of the operation has been accurate to the number of seconds.

In another three minutes, the two of them will rush into the bank with the M4 in hand, subdue the security guards and staff inside, open the vault to get the "goods", and then drive to the nearby Norfolk pier, where they will get on the helicopter and quickly leave the area.

In the previous robberies, the people involved were like gears that worked perfectly, but this time, one of the gears had a problem.

While the man driving was still depressed, he heard a muffled male voice on the car radio, which sounded like the kind of black man who likes East Coast rap, and in fact the real person did:

"Hey, Hawke, how's the preparation? I'm going to make a lot of money soon, man......"

"No, something is wrong with Mary." The man known as "Hawk" said irritably, pulling over to the side of the road and grabbing a clown mask next to his seat and putting it on his face, covering his face.

To do such a thing, of course, it is impossible to use your real name. Whether it's Hawke or Mary, it's actually just a code name, as for the real name......

"The helicopter is coming, you hurry." The voice of a black man urging came over the radio.

"Nonsense, I want to hurry too." Hawk unbuckled his seatbelt, picked up an M4A1 from the back seat, and grabbed a few more rounds of magazines and stuck them on his belt.

Just as he was about to start scolding, Mary finally shook her fist happily and shouted, "BINGO! ”

Seeing that Mary had finally hacked the bank's security system, Hawke opened the car door and got out of the car without saying a word, holding a carbine, and walked straight to the main entrance of the San Andrés Bank not far away. Mary, who was armed with a Beretta 92F pistol, followed closely.

For some reason, there were very few pedestrians on the streets at noon, and the clown masks that the two wore on their faces to hide their eyes and ears felt like decorations.

Striding to the door of the bank, pushing open the glass door and entering, Hawke jerked up the M4 and pointed his gun at the bank's counter.

He was about to shout the customary line "Don't move, raise your hands" when he realized that something was not quite right.

Before he could say anything, the bank clerk and several customers had already obediently raised their hands in surrender, and several black-clad masked bandits standing in front of the counter were stuffing the bundles of banknotes they had received from the clerks into their dark brown travel bags.

The two groups of "peers" looked at each other, and there was a mysterious silence in the bank for a while, and the panicked breathing of the staff could be heard.

"Huh?" Several people in the bank who were robbing made startled noises.

“FU-CK。”

HAWKE CURSED, AND RAISING THE M4 WAS A BURST SHOT, AND THE 5.56MM BULLET DIRECTLY PIERCED THE HEAD OF A BANDIT WITH A SHOTGUN IN HIS HAND.

-- There is no such thing as robbery, but there is no such thing as a first-come, first-served or "happy" partnership. If two groups of people are eyeing one target at the same time, there will definitely be a rush. There are currently fewer people on their side, so they can only strike first.

"Damn!" Seeing that one of his "teammates" was killed, the other black-clothed men in the bank immediately raised their guns, and the tyrannical and bloody shootout suddenly enveloped the hall of the "San Andrés Bank".

Taking advantage of the fact that the bandits began to fight, a bank clerk seized the opportunity to press the alarm, and the sirens in the bank sounded, but the two sides of the battle had no time to pay attention to this kind of.

", what are you doing? You're going to rob, not massacre! The angry voice of the black man from before came from the headphones.

"These dogs* are raising their own breeds, and they are counting the money when we come in!" Hawke scolded.

In a life-or-death situation where bullets fly their heads, no one cares about politeness, as evidenced by the sight of a bank lobby where bullets and expletives fly.

Generally speaking, close-range gunfights are always dominated by the side with a lot of people and firepower. But now, it is the side with fewer people who has the advantage.

"Smack!"

The sound of the firing pin striking the primer rang out at the same time as the gunshot, and the bullet from Mary's pistol hit the carotid artery of one of the black-clad bandits, and the sudden spurt of blood stained the counter glass a bright red.

At the same time, Hawke also raised his gun and killed one of the bandits, and the five bandits who had just accused the bank hall had all fallen in a pool of blood and could no longer stand up.

"A bunch of useless miscellaneous people actually robbed the front desk, it's really untechnical." Looking at the horrific sight of the slaughter in the hall, Hawke spat at it.

"Hurry up, the operation has failed, and the police will surround it immediately!" The black man's voice in the headphones revealed a hint of anxiety.

Now that the police have learned of the robbery of the bank, a large number of police officers are rapidly coming, and their long-planned plan to go directly to the vault can be said to have failed.

"Shall we go? Zhao ...... Hawk. The blonde woman next to her almost revealed Hawke's real name.

"If the main goal fails, it's okay to take a little money."

As he spoke, Hawke walked to the bank counter, pushed aside the body of the bandit lying on the travel bag, picked up the blood-soaked travel bag, and said to Mary behind him, "Let's go!" ”

Leaving behind the bank clerk who was still shivering, the two who had just solved a group of bandits quickly walked out of the bank gate, only to see that the red police lights were already lit on the street not far away.

Seeing that the police had arrived, the two looked at each other and rushed towards the Porsche they were driving when they came.

Mary immediately pulled the door open and sat in the passenger seat, not forgetting to obey the traffic rules and fasten her seat belt, Hawke slammed open the rear door, threw the travel bag on the back seat, and then opened the trunk again, and took out the "final weapon" specially prepared before this time.

Carrying the green-shelled M72 bazooka on your shoulder, opening the safe, and shooting at a black-and-white police car rushing to the front. The rocket flew through in a trail of pale smoke and hit the hood of the police car with unmistakable accuracy.

"Boom!"

Burning clouds rose into the air, and shards of twisted metal were carried into the air more than ten meters high by the air waves.

Seeing that the police car in front had been *removed, Hawk threw the bazooka back in the trunk, immediately sat in the driver's seat, and started to fire without saying a word. Then I saw several police cars breaking through the smoke screen on the road and speeding over.

-- The speed with which the enforcers arrived was surprising, so that Plan A, which left in a low-key manner without triggering the alarm, had to be abandoned, and the next thing to use was Plan B, which escaped in the event of being pursued.

A black man's voice came over the radio: "After getting rid of the cops, go to the car wash in the Queen's Garden and dispose of the car, and change your clothes, and the police won't find you!" ”

"Well, those guys have been stupid all along." Hawker pressed the accelerator all the way down, and the rear end of the Porsche 911 shook for a moment, and then accelerated suddenly.

However, the police in the back did not mean to give up the pursuit at all, and also increased their speed, and the police lights flashed behind the Porsche, causing the vehicles passing on the street to avoid one after another.

"Are you looking for death?" Hawke scolded and said to Mary beside him, "Help me drive." ”

"Huh?" Mary didn't react for a moment.

"I said help me drive!" Hawk took her hands off the wheel, and Mary was startled and hurriedly reached out to hold the steering wheel, allowing the expensive sports car to continue in a straight line.

Hawke, who was wearing a clown mask and a new magazine for the M4A1, snorted, opened the window on the driver's side and poked his upper body out of the car.

"Go to hell, fools."

After speaking, from the muzzle of the M4 gun held by this crazy bandit, there was a dangerous tongue of fire. R1152