DreamersGN 143、Hi! Damn It, My Name Is Trevor!
143、Hi! Damn It, My Name Is Trevor!
It may not be believed.
But gamers in this period are the most difficult to serve in the world.
Even the little girl who is dumb is full of hostility now.
Because they're far from over with Call of Duty battles.
Now it's just a forced rest.
Whether physically or psychologically, he has not yet escaped from the battle.
This feeling is like seeing the tower being pushed down but the computer is suddenly turned off.
At this time, the player's psychology will be extremely sensitive.
There is a slight problem, but it may not be a problem in normal times.
But if it is now, it will be magnified ten times by the players as a tool to vent.
Even Sister A didn't even take off her body-sensing suit, so she took off her helmet and put it aside.
Silently waiting for the 200G file to be downloaded without saying a word.
She is not in the mood to tell jokes or drive in different ways to achieve live broadcast effects.
That is, Z Star's own products, they can still take a look at it.
Soon after the game was downloaded, a simple login page popped up on the screen.
Z star account number, password, registration.
Sister A and the others bought Call of Duty. A few days ago, they also registered for Star Z while watching a promotional video about Call of Duty.
Crackling and typing on the keyboard, Sister A went back to the somatosensory machine and put on the helmet again in a restless state of mind.
"Damn it, I want to see what dares to release it at this time."
It will take a while to log in for the first time.
After closing your eyes and waiting patiently for two minutes.
The originally pitch-black screen in front of Sister A gradually had a soft red-blue light.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of knocking and breaking glass.
It can be heard from the sound that it seems that someone smashed the glass of the car and opened the door.
After a few clicks of wires contacting, the car tires squeaked - the friction sounded.
25 Then, the alarm bell rang, and the sound of the Uzi submachine gun was fired.
At the same time, one star in the upper right corner has changed from one to five.
"Hmmm...sounds like a crime? Stealing a car?"
"Don't tell me it's a development world or something?"
Watching the animation, sister A frowned and said to herself.
As soon as the voice fell, the front of him suddenly brightened.
A manga-style city map appears in the middle of the screen, and the small icon in the lower right corner showing that it is loading.
Five seconds later.
"Hey, if you want to do something big, go to Los Santos."
"I heard it's a city full of dreams and filth."
"The people there are very philistine, and everything seems to only care about money, and only if you have money can you win people's respect there.
"But I guess making money shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
Photos of the city taken from different angles flashed before my eyes one after another.
At the same time there was a man's voice, which sounded like he was on the phone.
"I try to get my friends to take care of you, but it's still up to you.
"You'll play a spot there, I believe you."
"That's it, hang up, goodbye."
The phone was hung up, and at the same time, the loading picture in front of Sister A also blurred and disappeared.
During the day, the sky is clear.
A passenger plane roared past, slowed down and landed on a modern wide airport runway.
Then the screen switched, and at the exit of the airport, an empty-handed person appeared at the door.
But his face was blocked by the billboards at the airport, and only the neck was exposed, so he couldn't see what he looked like.
At this time, Little Girl Dai suddenly ate her body, obviously feeling like taking over the role.
This appears to be a first-person game.
In a flash, Sister A found herself standing at the gate of the airport.
Bowing her head, the character she controls is holding a Los Santos tourist promotion guidebook in her hand.
Some luxury cars drove by from time to time, and the surrounding area was filled with warm atmosphere.
"Wow...is this a modern city?"
"This scene is a bit real!"
Sister A, who originally planned to make complaints about her, immediately made a fuss when she found out that she could control the characters.
Advertisements, street signs, grass across the road, taxis passing by.
Everything seems so real.
Looking to the side, the passers-by who walked past her looked like real human beings.
It's just that most of these people speak English, and sister A is a little hard to understand.
And she didn't have any prompts in front of her, small maps, labels, subtitles, nothing at all.
It is exactly the same as the real world.
"Uh... what am I going to do next?"
Feel free to flip through a few travel guides, above are very common kind of airport advertisements.
At this time, a person came out from under a stone pillar at the gate of the airport.
This man had a fierce face, thinning hair, and scabbed eye mucus hanging from the corners of his eyes.
He was wearing a white T-shirt on his upper body, which was as dirty as if it had never been washed, with stains such as blood and rice soup on it.
His hands are also covered with scars, and the letters FUCK are tattooed on the knuckles of both hands.
He strode up to Sister A who was standing in a daze at the gate of the airport, and looked her up and down.
"..."
When this person opened his mouth, the bad breath in his mouth could even be seen like stench.
At the same time, Chinese subtitles appeared in front of Sister A.
"Hello, friend, I'm here to pick you up.
He was standing under the steps, so he was a few centimeters shorter than Sister A.
"Uh, are you?"
Hearing this, sister A also took a look at him, and took a step back unconsciously after smelling his mouth and nose.
"My name is Trevor, Trevor Phillips."
"You come with me."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and walked around, looking extremely arrogant.
Seeing this, Sister A hesitated, not sure whether to follow this person.
After all, this guy named Trevor really doesn't look like a normal person.
Sister A, who is a bit of a clean freak, can't bear to stay with this kind of person as soon as she comes up.
But then, she found that she seemed to have to run away with Trevor.
In front of him, Trevor swayed his arms and walked on the road, turning a blind eye to the cars that were blocking the road and honking their horns.
And there was a man in airport overalls trotting over:
"Uh, sir, you can't park your car in this place. This is a VIP parking space. I need to fine you $200."
"what?!"
Trevor glared at the man: "Which eye of mine saw the parking space saying that you can't park at will?"
"Fuck you!"
Suddenly, Trevor grabbed the staff member by his collar and slammed his dirty forehead on his forehead.
Someone knocked his head to the ground, and immediately attracted the attention of other people at the airport, including those security personnel with guns.
Suddenly, sister A panicked immediately.
Because Trevor had spoken to him before, so now the security is divided into two groups, and one group is chasing Trevor.
Another group of people put their hands on the gun pouches around their waists and walked towards Sister A with an unfriendly expression on their faces.
"No, this, I..."
Sister A subconsciously wanted to explain whether she was really afraid.
She just came out of the COD battlefield, and the murderous aura on her body hasn't faded away yet.
If she had a gun, she would never be cowardly.
But at this moment, the character she controls has nothing on him.
squeak
At this time, a dirty pickup truck rushed out of the airport parking lot and stopped in front of Sister A.
Trevor put one hand on the steering wheel, and gracefully pushed open the co-pilot's door with the other: "Get in the car."
On the other side, the security guards had gotten closer to less than ten meters away.
Seeing this, Sister A was heartbroken, cursed in a low voice and jumped into the car.
Trevor then slammed on the accelerator, and the pickup swished out.
"This is a broken game, I have already identified it!"
"When I'm done, I'll be the first to scold people on Z Star's official website!"
Trevor's car was a wreck.
There is no shelter on the roof, and it will definitely soak in water when it rains.
Garbage such as cigarette butts and Coke cans were scattered under the car seat.
The window glass was also dirty, and there was a picture of a pole dancer on one side.
"Fucking bastards, get out of the way!"
The pickup truck was galloping, but it slammed on the brakes and stopped before running very far.
The expressway at the airport is not very congested, but the traffic is very slow.
Behind him, the airport security who was chasing him had already chased after him in a police car with an alarm.
"Oh shit."
Trevor turned his head and glanced back, and then glanced at Sister A who was bewildered.
"Did someone tell you this is a city full of dreams?"
"What freedom, dream?"
"I'm telling you, that's all fucking fart!!"
"I just parked where I thought I should!"
"That bastard is going to give me a fine?!"
"Two hundred dollars, I have to work hard for seven minutes to earn it!"
"Those clowns wearing clown uniforms on the 787 in the back, actually want to shoot me because of this?!"
Trevor honked the horn and opened his mouth to curse, and when he got angry, he simply stood up and lifted the seat.
I saw two black lacquered pistols inside. Sister A took a look and thought it should be the M9 model.
"Take it!"
Trevor threw one of the guns to Sister A, and she caught it in a hurry.
Afterwards, Trevor loaded the pistol with a click, stood up and grabbed the front windshield, and hit the car in front of him with two clicks.
Bullets seem to work better than horns and swear words.
The car was shot, and the driver immediately slammed on the gas pedal, pushed and bumped to get out of the way.
"Get out of the way early." Trevor slapped the gun on the center console, put it back into gear and slammed on the accelerator.
The road was also panicked instantly, and the cars in line stepped on the accelerator and ran regardless of whether there was any red light or not.
A gust of wind blew past her ears, and sister A was holding a gun in her hand, and her brain was a little bit down at the moment.
Although she said that she played a lot of gun battles, it was all under the influence of the environment.
Call of Duty is originally a war zone, and shooting and killing enemies is the basic operation.
But here, it's a fucking modern city.
Shooting here is inexplicably a bit of a crime...
Especially this Trevor, because he shot and cleared the road because of the traffic jam?!
This is a bit too arrogant.....
Vaguely, Sister A felt as if she had boarded a pirate ship.
But at the same time, she also seems to have begun to like this game a little bit.
Could it be that an open game means you can do whatever you want?
Wait, didn't you say this is a gaming platform?
With all the messy thoughts in his mind, the pickup suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped.
Bang!
Trevor jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut, waving at Sister A with a gun in one hand.
She was still in the car in a daze, when she saw Trevor walking in front of an open-top Audi R8 waiting for a red light.
In the car, the young man playing DJ dance music looked at Trevor blankly.
Trevor opened the car door, punched the young man in the face, and dragged him out of the car.
"Your music taste is terrible, fuck you!".