The person who contacted fib to betray them was Mike. Although the plot was not clearly stated, Chen Zhao had basically guessed it in his heart.

Without giving Chen Zhao too much time to think, the next game screen has already appeared on the screen.

The sun shone through the window into the room, and Mike in a suit sat on the sofa, just like a successful middle-aged man in a metropolis, but his expression was a little confused.

"Is your son James a good boy?"

A voice asked to Mike.

At the same time, the name of the actor playing Mike appeared on the screen, just like a movie.

When he heard this, Mike seemed to hear something incredible, and asked to himself, "Is he a good boy? a good boy? What's wrong?"

"Did he go to the fuck poor? No; he sat all day, masturbating while hacao and playing fuck electric. If he called it good, no wonder this country would be so bad."

After saying that, Mike shook his head when he thought of something.

"What about you?" Next to Mike, there was a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt, and the actor's name appeared on him, with his identity, Isaiah, a psychiatrist.

"How am I?" Obviously, he didn't expect the doctor to ask him such a question. Mike sat upright and pointed his finger out the window: "I was not born with a golden key in my mouth like this little devil. I had been in jail twice when I was at his age; I robbed the bank, pulled a pimp, and smuggled medicines."

The psychologist nodded: "Do you think these are considered achievements?"

Hearing this, Mike pointed at himself and was a little excited: "This is my only chance! At least I seized the opportunity."

"Then what do these opportunities bring you? Mike." The psychologist looked at Mike with his legs crossed.

Standing up from the sofa, Mike seemed even more excited: "My fate is...this is the way it is! A dead end! A big house, a useless son, and then I can only talk to you because no one fucks me! I live in a dream, it's just a fucking nightmare! Yes, it's a fucking nightmare!"

As Mike vented, the psychologist just smiled, then rolled up his sleeves, looked at the time on his watch, and felt that he was impatient to persuade Mike to leave.

Before leaving, after having two ordinary conversations with the psychologist, Mike left in a depressed manner.

With a jazz-style electronic bgm ringing, the lens switched to a RTS-type perspective of looking down at God.

There are townhouses next to the beach, a row of street lights and a golden beach.

On the other side is the city's road, with all kinds of vehicles coming and going, and the iconic high-rise buildings in Los Santo shrouded in white mist look extremely conspicuous.

In the distance, a plane taking off from the airport was flying towards the distance.

In the parking space next to the beach, a convertible red sports car was parked there, and countless young men and women wearing bikini and swimming trunks lined up in front of a hot dog car stall to buy hot dogs.

On the houses near the coast, there are middle-aged men lying on sun loungers wearing sunglasses and basking in the sun, and middle-aged women doing yoga on mats.

The amusement park by the sea, Ferris wheels, carousels, countless tourists are playing in it; a group of people driving speedboats on the sea are racing; a group of muscular men are exercising there; some beauties in bikini on the beach are lying there basking in the sun; there are passers-by on the trail near the villa area.

After leaving the psychologist's home, Mike seemed out of place with these people. Seeing the stumbling tramp passing by, Mike said with emotion: "I understand your feelings."

Sighing, Mike sat on the public bench on the street.

And at this moment, two black young men appeared behind him.

One of them, Chen Zhao, immediately recognized it, was Franklin in the previous promotional video.

Franklin's companion asked Mike for directions, and then Franklin was criticized for a while, and then the two began a short argument on the way.

They don't look good!

Chen Zhao came to a conclusion in his mind, but then he felt relieved when he thought of the game theme.

Along the way, the two of them soon arrived at the target site, in the yard of a villa, where two sports cars were parked.

At this time, Chen Zhao found that he was able to control the characters in the game.

Trying to press the button to switch characters just like the bank robbery in the previous prologue, only one Franklin can switch, while the other three directions are black.

But what makes Chen Zhao a little strange is that he almost understands that the protagonist should be Franklin, Mc and Trevor, but who is there a black figure?

It’s impossible that the Rama around you who looks frustrated, right?

I felt a little curious, but then Chen Zhao focused on the game content.

According to the system's prompts, Chen Zhao chose the red sports car, which looks rather sexy after all.

If he actually bought a car, he would definitely choose white, but if he was playing, he would follow his heart. The red sports car is so beautiful!

"But this time Nebula Game has completely let itself go! No wonder it is the 18r game, just like the previous "Witcher: Wild Hunter".

Listening to the three lines of Rama and Franklin that were inseparable from Chicken's lines, Chen Zhao couldn't help but sigh.

In the game, he uses English dubbing. Although there are also Chinese dubbing, the various chickens always make him feel a little awkward when he hears it.

It’s not because of the game background and dubbing, but because it’s because it’s just too much swearing, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

But if you switch to English, he would not understand what other words except "Farke" mean instantly.

Simply put, distance produces beauty.

"So handsome? Or a convertible roadster?"

Looking at the system prompt, Chen Zhao pressed the button and saw that the top of the car was automatically closed. The sports car, which was already very handsome, has now added another point in appearance.

Sitting in the car, Franklin chatted with Rama for a few words, but after Rama dropped a sentence, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

"Is racing? I'm so skilled!"

Looking at the system prompts of "Follow Rama", Chen Zhao immediately understood what task this was.

Although he plays FPS badly, he is quite talented in racing racing games.

I have the experience of controlling Mike in the previous prologue, and Chen Zhao also knows the various buttons of driving.

After Rama next to him started the car first and left the yard with one move, Chen Zhao immediately chased after him.
Chapter completed!