The Ghost smiled. "Exactly. You’re the only player on the server with zero recorded kills. Zero. Your shot probability is statistically indistinguishable from a toddler mashing a keyboard. That’s not a bug, Lenny. That’s a feature."
"But that's an alleyway, sir."
"No, Lenny," the man said, reading Leo’s gamertag off the screen. "I’m the Ghost. I wrote the original Aimbot script three years ago. The Phantoms are using a cracked, sloppy version of my work. They’re going to get us all banned." ---- Aimbot Fivem Rpf
Leo’s hands trembled on the wheel. "What do you want from me? I can’t even hit the broad side of a cargo plane." The Ghost smiled
Leo looked at Lenny’s hands. For the first time, they weren't shaking. That’s a feature
Time slowed. The guard’s aimbot calculated the 100% headshot. Leo panicked. He didn't pull a gun. He threw his taxi’s spare tire. It wasn't a combat move. He’d just forgotten it was on his passenger seat.
Suddenly, the man in the back seat leaned forward. His voice was a low, digital growl. "Driver, turn left. Now."