Pacific Bank covers an area that is not as large as players imagined, but the interior decoration design is quite low-key and luxurious.

Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, beige walls and floors, and shuttered windows open behind bank counters to ensure plenty of light without making the teller feel too hot.

The player who rushed into the main entrance of the bank still had the appearance of a bank clerk,

A tall, muscular black bank security guard in body armor with a gun at his waist greeted the four players rather enthusiastically, "Hey guys, good morning. ”

"Morning."

Leon, who played the role of a bank clerk, smiled and waved his hand, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the clock hanging on the wall at the end of the bank hall, 8:55.

Caught up.

So, what about the next stage of quest prompts?

The four players slowed down with some hesitation, and the witch covered her mouth with her fist, feigned coughing, and said in a voice as thin as a gnat, "Maybe we should go behind the bank counter?" After all, that's what counts as going to work. ”

Reasonable.

Sunset Molten Gold nodded, looked around, swept around the bank hall, quickly locked the door of the bank teller to enter the counter, and walked forward.

Just as he walked to the door, about to open it with his skills, a dull gunshot burst open in front of the bank.

Bang!

MPSAA-12 automatic shotgun, long-stroke air-conductive piston principle, swing-type clamp lock, disembowelment ready for fire, long-stroke recoil distance, FRAG-12 high-explosive projectile, within range, scratch to injury, touch to death.

The gunfire rang out 1.57 meters from the doorway, and the shooter was 1.79 tall, holding a gun in both hands, with the muzzle diagonally tilted upwards to the left.

This shot is not intended to kill, but primarily serves as a deterrent.

Bank robbers?

The sunset melted gold did not turn around, but a series of data information instantly popped up in his mind,

He instinctively turned around, the breeze howling in the palm of his hand, condensing into a wind ball the size of a glass bead, ready to hit it at any time to defend himself.

A hand gripped his wrist and stopped the wind from forming.

"Don't move yet."

Li Ang let go of his hand, raised his arms in front of the bank, and gestured in surrender to show that he was not hostile, "Let's see the situation." ”

"Everyone, all lie on the ground!!"

Accompanied by the shrill alarm bells of the bank hall, a rough roar sounded at the door.

As the player can see, Pacific Bank suffers a robbery.

There were four robbers, all dressed in suits, leather shoes, ties, gloves, guns in their hands, and large black cloth pockets around their waists.

Each robber wore a rubber hood, and the characters printed on the hood were familiar.

Washington, Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt, Lincoln.

Well, none other than the four American presidents on the hill of the president of South Dakota.

The voice of this robber is inexplicably a little familiar, and I always feel like I've heard it somewhere.

Leon's eyes narrowed, and he thought silently,

Not... This bank looks quite upscale, judging from the standing posture and posture of several security guards at the door, it is estimated that they are all elite retired veterans, and it seems that a shootout is going to break out this time.

Smack.

In the incredible eyes of the four players, the six gun-wielding security guards standing at the door untied the gun pouch on their waists with a smile on their faces at the same time.

Naturally, he raised his hands and slowly lay on the ground, without any resistance at all! The surrender action is skilful and natural, as if it has been rehearsed countless times.

？？？

The players were stunned to find that not only the bank security guards, but also the ordinary customers who were handling business in the bank at this time were also very skillfully lying on the ground.

A few old ladies with a slim figure and very luxurious clothes even lay on the ground and exchanged their heads and continued to talk about the news about inheritance tax, not taking the vicious bank robbers seriously at all.

WTF？

The players were confused, and the movements of lying on the ground were slightly slower by half a beat.

The four robbers came apparently prepared, and "Jefferson" shot off the alarm clock on the wall.

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

The average Lv15 level player, that is a ruthless person who has crossed the south and walked through the north, and his hands are covered with demon blood.

In the face of the threat of ordinary robbers, how can it be taken seriously.

"Please don't shoot!"

Without saying a word, Li Ang took the lead in lying down, assuming the same posture as other bank staff customers.

The witch, Sunset Molten Gold, and the Dusk Knight glanced at each other, and slowly fell down as they did, following Leon's example.

"Hmph."

"Washington" snorted coldly, turned around with a gun and left, and instead of opening the bank counter, he beckoned "Lincoln" to throw high explosives and walked straight to the end of the bank, apparently going straight to the bank vault.

"The goal of the second phase of the mission is not over yet, wait a little longer."

Leon whispered to his companion, "By the way, Brother Jin, do you think Washington's voice is a little familiar?" ”

Can you stop calling me Brother Jin? It always sounds a little weird, like some weird tonic.

Sunset Molten Gold complained silently in his heart, and asked softly, "Familiar?" Are you saying that the bank robber is also a character in a video game? ”

Tick Woo Woo –

The conversation between the two players is interrupted by the sound of sirens from police cars near and far, and a black and white police car crashes into the street lamp in front of the bank very violently and wildly, and the front cover of the car is smashed.

But the police officer in the car kicked the door and walked out as if he didn't feel anything, and pointed his pistol at the bank gate, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

Boom Boom!

The sound of a series of collisions sounded continuously, and in just five seconds, there were more than ten police cars parked violently at the entrance of the bank.

All the police cars crashed into tatters and stopped crookedly,

There was even the sound of gunship propellers in the sky.

"Listen, you guys are surrounded!"

The white police officer who got out of the car shouted with a loudspeaker: "Now immediately put down your arms and get out of the bank!" ”

"!"

Roosevelt burst into a foul mouth, and said in a rap-like black young man's voice: "How did the strip come so quickly?!" ”

"Don't worry about it so much!"

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

It's almost 9:10, and when the Chariot of Death race begins,

We have the race ring and the usher will come and pick us up. ”

Trev? Chariot of Death? Rings? Guides?

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

Rumble!

A dull explosion sounded underground, and soon Washington, along with Roosevelt, was running with a heavy metal box in tow.

"! I got it! ”

The robbers in Washington's hood ripped off their hoods, revealing a slightly bowed, menacing middle-aged man's face.

It is none other than one of the protagonists of the game "Grand TheftAutoV" (GTA5 for short), Trevor Phillips.