Chapter 429: Holy shit, they’re so reckless! |
One—two—three!!!
Instantly, the chat barrage exploded!
“Wo! De! Fa?!”
“What the—? Wait? Golden Wind Heist Crew?!”
“Holy shit!!! It’s Old Thief’s crew!!!”
“Are they playing their own game to break records? DNM, you guys are unreal!”
“Hahaha I’m fucking dumbfounded! For real? Golden Wind’s presidential crew?!”
“This is ridiculous! Goddamn! This is actually ridiculous!”
They set records in their own game? Two minutes fifty-nine seconds? Is it modded?
“Hahahaha goddamn they left it on.”
“Golden Wind’s own cheaters (confirmed).”
“I won’t believe this wasn’t rigged.”
The timing was just too freaky — by the time Qiezi and the others had only just reached the garage and hadn’t even cracked the back door, Golden Wind’s Heist Crew had already driven the cars away?!
“After a lifetime of making games, can’t they have some fun?”
“Pack up, pack up, pack up!”
“Flying little melody”
“Hahahahaha this is too insane…”
The viewers were all losing it!
No one had ever imagined the creators of the world record!
And at this moment, not only the viewers were stunned—other streamers who saw the message were dumbfounded too!
Less than three minutes!
They stole four supercars worth seven million total?
Are they superhumans?
Jesus, this game doesn’t have a superhuman DLC, does it?
Or—as viewers suggested—did these four actually drive off?
Amid everyone’s bewilderment,
Little Dark clicked into the Heist Replay and displayed the complete, uncut “impossible crime” record to everyone—
Now all eyes in the livestream fixed on the footage.
Everyone was dying to know how Golden Wind’s Heist Crew managed to take four luxury cars worth seven million in just two minutes fifty-nine seconds!
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Wuuu—
Soon!
The replay began!
With the squeal of brakes, Golden Wind’s Heist Crew’s van pulled up on the street opposite the dealership.
Clack—
Immediately, the door opened.
A long leg in dress pants swung out of the door, a polished leather shoe hitting the pavement with a faint scraping sound.
It was no one else!
It was Gu Sheng, president of Golden Wind—famously nicknamed Old Thief!
This time Gu Sheng wore an Italian suit, tight and sharp from head to toe, with no bulletproof gear at all.
Following Gu Sheng out of the van were Lu Bian, Da Jiang, and Moriya.
They were all likewise in suits—no body armor!
A suit-clad band of thugs!
For a moment, the chat erupted in astonished shouts—
“Ohhhhhh—holy fuck so handsome! Model crew!”
“DNM, this outfit is a total success. They really aren’t wearing any body armor, are they?”
“Because raw meat is temporary, style is forever.”
“Holy… style. I’m dead… seriously…”
It was hard to imagine what kind of joyful lives CEO Ou and the others led every day.
“I’m done, I’m starting to get Stockholm syndrome.”
“Where do I submit my resume to join Golden Wind?”
“Prepare your medical records. Golden Wind accepts medical records, not resumes.”
“Too real.”
“Hahahahaha—damn…”
“Now you might need to submit your criminal file?”
“Prior convictions get priority, right?”
“Hahahahaha…”
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As the viewers argued, Moriya—the one walking last—produced a large cylindrical duffel.
Clack!
He opened the trunk and set it up.
With a zip—
Rattle!
A black cluster of firearms spilled into view.
Gu Sheng said nothing. He walked up and took the top two intricately engraved gold Desert Eagles embossed with the Golden Wind logo.
The other three also grabbed weapons from the bag.
Lu Bian took a short-barreled submachine gun.
Da Jiang chose an M870 pump-action shotgun.
Moriya finally drew an AK-47 assault rifle.
Unlike Ayin and Qiezi’s group, Gu Sheng’s Golden Heist Crew showed no hesitation—they openly distributed firearms right on the main road.
Although the area was remote, and the real-world prototype’s country, the United States, was sparsely populated with few passersby, such brazen behavior left the streamers speechless—
“Holy shit they’re insane! Qie-ge!”
Donggua was shocked.
“This is badass, I can’t believe they pulled out guns on the main road!”
Qiezi was grinning ear to ear.
“You don’t get it! This is freedom and blood-boil! Don’t you smell the sweet air? Hm?”
Little Dark even gave a thumbs-up.
Liu Di laughed out loud:
“Fuck, they really go all-in with gunfights every day, huh…”
While they talked, Gu Sheng and his crew finished checking ammo and weapons.
Click!
Gun bolts slammed, making crisp noises.
He shoved the two engraved Desert Eagles into his lower back, looking like Nicolas Cage in Face/Off.
Gu Sheng strode forward with his three accomplices and headed toward the dealership!
At the same time, he reached into his pocket and produced a demon mask!
Full of swagger!
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As the dealership’s automatic glass doors opened, a salesperson holding a tablet walked up and was about to look up and greet the “customer”:
“Hello, how can I—”
But the person walking in wore a demonic mask with a blue face and fangs!
Behind him, three masked men holding long and short firearms glared at the showroom staff.
The entire dealership froze for a moment.
“Y—you… you… you…?”
The salesperson gaped, stammering as he pointed at the three men.
Gu Sheng reached for his waist.
Click.
A gun was pressed against the salesperson’s waist. He spoke softly and affably:
“Don’t be nervous. Where’s your manager?”
Silence.
A very brief half-second of silence!
“Ahhhhhhh!!!”
A blood-curdling scream burst from the salesperson’s throat!
“Robbery!!! There are robbers!!! Th—there are rob—!”
Buzz—!
Before he finished,
Gu Sheng closed in, grabbed the clerk by the collar, and delivered a knee strike!
Thud!
Half the clerk’s body was lifted into the air, like a boiled prawn!
At that moment the security guards, caught off-guard, finally recovered and raised their guns, flicked off safeties and aimed to shoot Gu Sheng!
But the next second, Gu Sheng stepped back half a pace and—astonishingly—lifted the clerk with one arm, held his neck with his elbow, and fired two shots at the approaching guards!
Gunshots erupted!
Bang—bang!!!
Alarms blared instantly!
The four-minute-and-thirty-second failure countdown began!
And at the same time—
Ratat—!!!
Da Jiang’s M870 roared to life!
One guard was blasted sideways, flew into the glass stair railing, and crashed down dead!
Moriya and Lu Bian opened fire too!
Boom!!!
In an instant, the whole dealership descended into chaos!
Screams, shouts, and clamor filled the air.
Staff and customers scattered like a flock of sheep under attack, smashing through the showroom, scrambling and crying to find an escape.
But the next second!!!!
Gu Sheng swung his Desert Eagles left and right; overhead lights exploded!
Everyone cowered on the floor, covering their heads, trembling!
Then Moriya stepped forward, climbed onto a coffee table in front of a couch, and raised his AK:
“No fucking moving, motherfuckers! Get down! If you don’t want to die, get down now!”
Rat-a-tat!!!
Crash—!!!
The livestream chat erupted:
Holy shit!!! They’re so ruthless!!!
So damn efficient, holy shit!
It was hard to picture a Japanese guy in an American dealership barking orders at white security guards.
“Down! Reverse! Heaven! Gang!”
“Hahahahaha I’m dying, that chant is priceless—‘reverse heaven gang’—so iconic…”
“Now I get it! So GW started business with this kind of hustle (doge face).”
“No wonder where their startup capital came from—turns out they were habitual criminals (side-eye).”
“And now they’ve come back to make games! What does that mean? Robbery doesn’t make money like games do (doge face).”
“Starting a direct robbery? Is there enough time?”
“Is this how this heist mission is meant to be played?”
“Shouldn’t they have sneaked in? They just stormed straight in like that?”
“Holy shit! Someone’s already called the cops! Countdown started!”
“So they plan to finish this job in under four minutes?”
“Don’t hate—those guys finished in two minutes fifty-nine!”
“This wasn’t modded? How the hell did they do it?”
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As the viewers kept exclaiming,
Gu Sheng pulled the trigger twice more and took out two security guards who tried to reinforce from the second floor, then climbed the stairway himself:
“Bian, go clear the first-floor offices.”
“Da Jiang, you take the second-floor offices.”
“Moriya-san, control the crowd—anyone disobeys, take them out.”
Suit-clad maniacs—ruthless and decisive!
Saying that, Gu Sheng, dressed in black Italian tailoring, walked up to the second floor alone and easily pushed open the manager’s office door.
When the office door opened,
a security guard stood at the entrance trembling, pointing his gun at Gu Sheng.
Behind him, the manager shrank down, terrified.
“St—st—stop! Don’t move!”
The guard shouted with a shaky voice.
Gu Sheng strode into the office.
“I told you not to move!”
Click.
He switched on the pistol safety.
“I’m warning you, if you step forward I will—”
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Crash!!!
Bullets sprayed blood across the manager’s glass wall, shattering it to pieces!
Thud.
The guard collapsed to the floor.
Gu Sheng walked to the cowering manager, grabbed his collar, and fished a key card from his pocket.
“They can’t do this, I already called—”
Thud!
A buttstroke slammed into the manager’s neck.
Thud. The manager lost consciousness and slumped.
This cold-blooded, ruthless scene sent the livestream into an uproar!
A chorus of exclamations!
“Damn!!! Boss, these guys are way meaner than us!!!”
Liu Liu was stunned.
“So professional, holy—compared to them, we’re amateurs…”
Nearby, Tree-ge wore a face of shock.
“Seriously, I’m starting to suspect they’ve done more than one of these jobs before. This is too absurd.”
Ayin looked even more astonished:
“They don’t even bother to put suppressors on the guns…”
As they spoke,
Gu Sheng, who had taken the key card, walked out of the manager’s office—only to run straight into two security guards!
“Hey! You! Stop!”
“Don’t move!”
Bang—bang!
The guards opened fire!
Gu Sheng took a small step back!
Bullets struck the doorframe, sparks flying!
But the next moment,
a gold-edged metal playing card embossed with the Golden Wind logo appeared in Gu Sheng’s left hand.
Whoosh—!!!
At that instant, Gu Sheng spread his arms like a predatory eagle.
Left hand: the edged playing card sliced like a meteor, cutting the throat of the guard on the left.
Right hand: the engraved Desert Eagle spat fire; bullets pierced the forehead of the guard on the right like scorching spears!
Thud thud!
Bodies hit the floor!