Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 1: The Fragments That Others Can’t See

"Little Jiang, hurry, the poison! What are you standing there for?"

"Oh my, Jiang Siming, did you disconnect? Why are you running in the poison zone?"

"Forget about this newbie, I'll take Wang Zong to escape the poison first. Wang Zong, sit behind me, I'll cover you from bullets!"

...

Listening to the conversation through cheap earphones, Jiang Siming sat dazed in the internet café, staring blankly at his computer screen.

Jiang Siming had graduated from university three years ago and was working as a salesperson in a real estate company. Today, he was playing games with two colleagues and their team manager, Wang Zong.

Compared to the other two colleagues, Jiang Siming's gaming skills were rather poor; he was there mostly to carry ammunition as a medic.

In fact, he wasn't skilled in the game and didn't know how to flatter, so his presence in the game was extremely low, almost negligible...

However, at this moment, Jiang Siming's computer screen hadn't crashed, and the game hadn't disconnected.

It's just that in Jiang Siming's eyes, there was something different in his game screen.

Jiang Siming saw a flashing white light inside in the previously visited "P City".

At first, he thought he was mistaken or that there was something wrong with the screen, but after confirming multiple times, Jiang Siming did see it.

"Hey buddy, do you see this light?"

Jiang Siming pointed to the white light in the computer screen, which was quite bright.

"There's no light, are you seeing things?" he asked a friend next to him, also playing the game, but the friend shook his head and said, "No, what light?"

"It's this small white light, can't you see it? It's really bright."

Jiang Siming couldn't believe it. Could it be that there was something wrong with his eyes? Cataracts? Did he need Sharpeyes eye drops?

"Where's the light? I think you're hallucinating, buddy. Hurry, run out of the poison, you're about to be killed by it."

The guy beside him kindly reminded him and denied seeing the light again.

Jiang Siming felt puzzled. To confirm he wasn't mistaken, he changed direction and headed into "P City." Soon, he identified the source of the light, inside a three-story building.

This was already the third wave of poison, and there wasn't a single person in P City; everyone had run out of the poison. Jiang Siming wasn't worried about people inside the city, so he rushed into this three-story residential building with the flashing light.

On the top floor of the third floor, Jiang Siming was stunned.

A piece of white, musical note-shaped fragment floated quietly in the corner, emitting a bright white light, very conspicuous.

"Okay." Jiang Siming casually agreed and left it at that.

He handed over all the meds, keeping himself at half-health. However, he didn't give away his 98k. It wasn't that they didn't want it; it was that they all had one.

So Jiang Siming was lucky to keep a sniper rifle without handing it over. Earlier, when he found a Mini 14, they had taken it away from him.

But unfortunately, this 98k only had a red dot sight, equivalent to a basic setup.

In the past, Jiang Siming could've used this 98k as a celebratory firework, making noise but not hitting anyone.

However, now, Jiang Siming was confident. Even with just a red dot sight, he could eliminate opponents!

"I've spotted someone! Southeast, heading our way!" Colleague Zhou Qiang shouted.

"Block them. Wang Zong, your shooting skills are the best. I'll go ahead and distract them, you finish them off." Another colleague, Yuan Bing, began buttering up again.

Jiang Siming was speechless internally, unable to understand how they could exaggerate someone who couldn't even hit close range shots into a sharpshooter.

But now, the enemies were approaching, so Jiang Siming set aside his sarcasm and quietly waited with his 98k for his prey.

Soon, a fully geared team came from the southeast, but they were still a bit far away.

When Zhou Qiang and others saw the opponents' equipment from a distance, their expressions became solemn. The opponents were all wearing level-three armor!

Moreover, one of them was wearing a striking black helmet—a level-three helmet!

"Damn! Their equipment is too good. This might be tough." Level-three armor could withstand many bullets; instantly eliminating them would be very difficult.

Bang!

At that moment, a bullet broke the silence, fired by Wang Jun.

Unable to contain himself, Wang Jun thought he could eliminate one instantly and shot first, revealing their position.

Zhou Qiang and Yuan Bing were internally cursing but obviously couldn't say it aloud. They just shouted to start firing and joined in shooting.

Their hasty shooting had minimal effect. They didn't even take down a single person, allowing the enemy team to react and take cover quickly.

It was evident that the opposing team was skilled; they handled smoke grenades and threw frags in a systematic manner.

On the other hand, Wang Jun's group was thrown into chaos by the precise grenade throws, with Wang Jun almost getting killed.

"Should we leave? Wang Zong, we can't handle this..." Zhou Qiang shivered on the ground, frantically using meds and suggesting to Wang Jun.

"Okay... These guys are lucky with all the level-three gear they found. We'll get them later." Wang Jun dropped 'tough talk' and turned to run away.