Vegas Crime Simulator

Vegas Crime Simulator is a glitchy, glorious mess of mayhem.

And honestly? That’s kind of the point.

Imagine Grand Theft Auto’s wild cousin moved to Vegas, drank a gallon of Monster, and then forgot how to texture its buildings. That’s Vegas Crime Simulator, a mobile chaos engine where the only law is gravity (sometimes), and even that’s on thin ice. You play as a nameless goon in a city where every sidewalk hides a shootout, every minivan is stealable, and half the buildings look suspiciously like bootlegged casino landmarks. Welcome to Bath Vegas, baby.

Combat is less “tight gunplay” and more “mash punch and pray.” One second you’re suplexing a guy into the pavement, the next you’re drowning in waist-deep ocean directly outside a low-poly Luxor. There are tanks. Jetpacks. Zombies. Helicopters. And if that’s not enough, you can ramp a convertible into a fence and explode because of course you can.

But weirdly? It all works. Vegas Crime Simulator thrives in its janky sandbox madness. Missions are vague (“go punch aliens”, yes, seriously), and survival mode throws endless zombie hordes at you like it’s trying to make Left 4 Dead look subtle. There’s loot, upgrades, and a wardrobe that screams gas station John Wick.

Sure, it’s broken. Sure, it’s ridiculous. But it’s also oddly hypnotic, like watching a bad movie that accidentally loops back to genius. And for a game where you can uppercut someone into traffic before surfing away on a stolen bike? That’s kind of the dream.

Vegas Crime Simulator isn’t trying to be great. It’s just trying to be funny, fast, and foam-fistedly unhinged. Mission accomplished.