A different Grand Theft Auto

Franklin followed Dave, and sure enough, Mike was eventually taken into the IAA building. Franklin quickly recalled the plot; according to the script, Mike would be taken to the medical examiner's office. All he could do now was try to help him after he came out. After thinking for a while, Franklin drove to the nearby parking lot! He would wait for Mike there!

In the IAA building, two people are examining Mike's "body" in the forensic morgue!

Forensic Doctor A: "How is the situation?"

Forensic pathologist B: "Unidentified, white male. Overweight, nearly fifty years old, may have coronary artery disease!"

Forensic Doctor A: "Let's take a look!" He then opened the bag containing Mike's "body."

Forensic expert B: "The fat accumulated in his buttocks and abdomen indicates that he has a particular fondness for the specially made Red Scripture Fortress!"

Forensic pathologist A: "We might find a... fully packaged hamburger in his intestines."

Forensic Doctor B: "Yes, there's a whiskey bottle and a mahogany box next to it! Do you see the ruptured capillaries around his nose? That's alcoholism! You can tell the condition of his liver without even looking."

Forensic Doctor A: "Do you still think he's in his forties? This is the price you pay!"

Forensic expert B: "He's the best negative example of healthy living. Did you notice the dirt on his teeth and fingers?"

Forensic Doctor A: "Old Yu! I bet he drinks a pack a day, and probably smokes cigars too. [Love to read novels online]"

Forensic Doctor B: "This guy probably doesn't care whether there's a tomorrow or not, right?"

Forensic Doctor A: "At least he was right. Some people always think they're immortal. They only realize it when they have a heart attack while having sex with their mistress."

Forensic Doctor B: "With such a guy on top of her, that girl was really lucky, wasn't she! She might even have felt relieved when he died."

Forensic Doctor A: "Negotiations with his wife might be awkward, but maybe we can get some hush money!"

Forensic pathologist B: "This is a win-win situation! The only loser is the one who has to dissect him to check the cause of death."

Forensic Doctor A: "What the hell is that?"

Forensic Doctor B: "Don't be nervous, it's just some gas."

Forensic Doctor A: "No, it's not! It's moving!"

Forensic pathologist B: "Oh my god!" Before he could even react, Mike suddenly stood up and strangled one of them with his arm. He said, "I'm back from the dead! Bastards!" The other person cursed, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" and ran away! Mike went to the trash, found some clothes, and put them on. He checked his pockets; his phone was still there. Just as he was about to leave, a detective entered the building, holding a handgun, and was searching for him! Mike sneaked up behind him, knocked him unconscious with a heavy blow, snatched the gun, and went to the morgue across the street.

Mike walked over to a body and saw that it didn't match the photo, so he went to another body. Although the name on the sign matched, the person wasn't the same. So he dialed Dave's number.

Mike: "I found the body identification tag—Ferdinand Komuff, hanging on a fat black woman. It's definitely not the person you're looking for."

Dave: "Okay, to prevent this from getting out, IAA has sealed off the lower floors! I have someone here who can cut the power to help you out, but if you want to get out, you'll have to go upstairs!" He then hung up the phone. Mike cursed under his breath, "Damn it, that bastard!" Just then, Mike's phone rang again. When Mike saw it was Franklin, he was immediately overjoyed.

Franklin: "Hey, Mike, how are you?"

Mike: "I'm okay now, but I'm stuck in the IAA building! I need to go upstairs, where are you?"

Franklin: "I'm in the parking lot next door. You can steal a car, come to the parking lot, get in my car, and we'll leave together!"

Mike said gratefully, "Thanks, kid! Wait for me!" After saying that, Mike began his escape!

As Mike reached the corner, he heard footsteps. He hid behind the wall, and a man with a gun approached. He turned around, and his pupils dilated rapidly—a gun was right in front of him! Bang! A hole appeared in his forehead! His breathing weakened. Hearing the gunshot, many agents rushed to the scene! Using his excellent marksmanship and the cover of darkness, Mike reached the upper floor. A gunshot shattered a window, and he jumped out onto a dumpster!

Luckily, there was a lot of trash, otherwise Mike would probably have fallen to his death! After climbing out, Mike heard the alarm going off! He quickly ran to the roadside, flagged down a car, and swiftly drew his gun, scaring the driver into fleeing. Mike aimed and shot him! His survival would only bring him more trouble! After killing the driver, Mike went to the parking lot where Franklin was!

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Mike got out of his car and started looking for Franklin! Just then, a Dodge Convoy drove straight towards him! Mike was startled! Although he recognized Franklin's car, he didn't know it had been modified, so he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the car! Seeing Mike raise his gun, Franklin quickly rolled down his window and shouted, "Hey, buddy, it's me! Get in!" With a swift drift, he positioned the passenger seat directly in front of Mike. Mike got in, and the two quickly drove away!

Mike: "Let's go to the oil well tower outside the city first! I need to talk to you about something; it's not very safe here!"

Franklin knew what he wanted to say, so he smiled and said, "Okay, no problem!"

Ignoring Franklin, Mike dialed Dave's number directly!

Mike: "Dave, what was that just now, Mad? Do you know how many agents I just ran into?"

Dave: "I'm sorry, they weren't good people. I hope this comforts you!"

Mike calmly asked, "What happened?"

Dave: "There's an important target there, something's being done in the shadows. The data... the data being processed is off the charts! If someone finds it, whether it's the FIB or IAA, their funding could increase dramatically!"

Upon hearing Dave's words, Mike angrily retorted, "Me, care about your funding? I quit, Dave!"

Dave, however, remained unfazed: "No, you have to meet with my boss! We'll meet downtown, in the plaza between the FIB and IAA buildings."

Mike: "IAA building? Are you fucking kidding me? I just had a run-in with those IAA guys!"

Dave: "Relax, they won't notice that! They won't expect infighting." Without giving Mike a chance to speak, Dave hung up the phone.

Mike cursed under his breath, "Damn bastard!"

Franklin suddenly exclaimed, "We're here, man!"

Mike: "Kid, you've got to get out of here!"...