Chapter 809 Transparent Bridge and Mu Su are in trouble
"Have you never heard of the former number one underground gang in Los Angeles?" Smith licked his lips and showed a soft smile that would make ordinary people tremble, even gay men: "Are you a good gentleman? I don't think a good gentleman can do that.
Contact the police, right?"
The taxi driver nodded quickly.
Smith leaned back in the back seat suddenly and showed his white teeth at Rohard: "It's done."
Rohard responded silently, and Smith didn't care. He decided that this fat white man who looked honest was a ruthless character, just like...
As if remembering something, Smith's eyes sparkled and he shouted excitedly: "I know! You are just like the players in GTAol, cold, able to fight, do everything and never speak, right? I'm familiar with this! Great, buddy,
We might be able to do something great!"
"Let me think about it... we can start by stealing cars! I know people who sell stolen goods, and then I go to jail robberies, rob banks, steal high-tech blueprints, and then open nightclubs and casinos - I will be the emperor of Los Angeles, and you will
He is...the emperor’s most powerful younger brother!”
Rohard still looked harmless and silent. On the contrary, the driver, influenced by Smith's great blueprint, accidentally stepped on the accelerator several times.
"Our nice gentleman seems to be interested?" Smith asked, imitating the tone of the gang boss in the game. But he didn't care about a taxi driver, but waited for Rohard to respond.
Rohard's expression moved slightly and he said nothing, but the pop-up window showed that he was not at peace inside.
[Reject Smith politely and take him back to the police station]
[What Smith said seems very interesting...]
[Ask him about the Beverly Hills estate and hundreds of millions of dollars]
It is still the rational option, the inner option and the chaotic option. Surprisingly, this time option three seems to be the most reliable - option one is too risky, option two is not considered.
Musu and his friends had already chosen option three. Transparent Bridge followed and then thought about another thing.
The main task of the dungeon is to help Rohard make a choice, and the secondary task means that this choice has an ending.
It sounds like you can pass the level by letting Rohard die, and you can also achieve the bad ending in the secondary mission. But this is the nightmare difficulty... Transparent Bridge does not think that the nightmare difficulty will be so easy, even if some of its choices are full of... curiosity
element.
After all players have made their selections, the option boxes dim.
Rohard responded to Smith, who had been waiting for a long time: "Tell me about your estate and hundreds of millions of dollars."
"So you're not mute?!"
Smith leaned against the car door in an exaggerated manner. If the door had not been closed tightly enough, he would have rolled out of the back seat and been run over by some unlucky driver.
"Oh, I forgot that you did talk to me." Smith thought about it belatedly, looking very disappointed - the ace thug he dreamed of was missing.
However, this does not affect Smith's chatter. From the Commonwealth Bank Building to the Chinese Theater to the West Coast, Smith's chatter never stops. Fortunately, the screen switches several times so that the players do not really listen to Smith's mumbling all the way.
The scene changes again, and the taxi enters a street next to a dirty beach full of garbage.
The walls of roadside garages are covered in spray paint, and some look like gangsters or scantily clad women wandering the streets.
Mu Su narrowed his black eyes slightly and stared closely at the women wearing cool clothes on the roadside.
The taxi stopped at the intersection and did not go deep into the neighborhood.
The meter showed the amount, and Rohard took out the change from his pocket and handed it to the driver.
"No, no..." the driver refused, not daring to accept the money that was suspected of buying his own life.
"What do you mean? Are you looking down on us?" Smith yelled, raising his hand to take away the money from Rohad's hand, pushing the door open and stepping out of the taxi, not forgetting to tease the driver through the passenger window: "Hurry up and leave.
, while my brother hasn’t come over yet!”
There was a sharp screeching sound of tires, and the frightened driver stepped on the accelerator and ran away, leaving only Smith waving his hands and coughing in a cloud of exhaust gas: "Cough, cough, I'm a damn good person, cough, cough..."
He put the change into his pocket as he should, motioned for Rohard to follow him, and walked deeper into the street.
There was an unpleasant stench coming from the garbage pile on the beach. Smith seemed to be used to it and didn't care. He greeted the gangsters on the street like a local snake.
"Hi Russell, how are you?"
"Catherine, my little beauty...oh why don't you want to pay attention to me?"
"Long time no see Jimmy...go to hell you bastard!"
But in fact, players can all see that Smith is just a tough guy who likes to brag.
Walking to the end of the street, Smith came to the spray-painted garage, took out the key and unlocked the door.
Wow——
Smith pulled up the garage door and ducked into the garage, followed by Rohard.
This is obviously Smith's home. Domestic garbage is scattered around the single bed in the corner. Most of the space in the garage is occupied by an old muscle car, and there are several mountain bikes next to it - Smith does not look like he likes bicycles because he is thin.
man, these mountain bikes were obviously stolen from him.
Maybe that teacher muscle car too.
"No, this car is my family heirloom, passed down from my father's father's generation."
Smith said to Rohard, who was staring at the muscle car: "It is not valuable in itself, what is valuable is what it represents - think about it, my grandfather and father, two niggas, did not abandon the family. This is simply an American miracle.
!It is blind that the Nobel Peace Prize was not awarded to our family..."
Smith complained for several minutes before remembering to introduce this place to Rohad: "This is my, uh... temporary base. You know, as a person wanted by the FBI and CIA, I can't be too ostentatious. This is also our unspoken rule.
I don’t cause trouble, and they pretend not to see me. So now—”
He leaned on the heirloom that his grandfather gave him and raised his eyebrows at Rohard.
"You look like you have a lot of questions."
This is indeed the case, and three options can’t wait to pop up in front of players’ eyes.
[turn around and walk away]
[Expressing interest in Smith’s plans for the car]
[Continue to ask him about the Beverly Hills estate and hundreds of millions of dollars]
As expected, the lawful player Cen Yingying chose option one. Transparent Bridge hesitated for a moment and temporarily reached an agreement with Mu Su, and eight names appeared after option three.
"Tell me about your estate and hundreds of millions of dollars." So Rohard repeated.
"Wow wow wow, man, that's just what I said casually. You don't take it seriously, do you?" Smith yelled, laughing for a long time and found that he was the only one laughing. "Listen, I never..."
The sound stopped suddenly, and Smith suddenly slipped out of the garage and looked around for a while, then pulled down the garage door and lowered his voice and said to Rohard: "Well, in fact, I do have a manor and hundreds of millions of dollars, but that was before -
If you would help me learn more about everything, I will tell you more..."