Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 111: Lone Wolf Eats Chicken!

There are still 38 players on the field, divided into 13 teams, with about 80% of the teams still at full strength.

It's already the fifth circle, and the damage from the electric grid has reached 5 points per second. Staying in the poison for ten seconds requires using a first aid kit.

Jiang Siming immediately found cover after entering the circle and lay down to heal, sparing some space to avoid being discovered by the South Korean team. He endured a considerable amount of electric grid damage.

Fortunately, Jiang Siming's supply of medicine was very abundant; two bottles of painkillers and one first aid kit were enough to recover.

However, this was the most uncomfortable round for Jiang Siming since he started playing, as he was targeted by two Korean teams and was feeling somewhat isolated now.

If he hadn't dodged quickly just now, he might have died at the hands of these two teams.

The reason they didn't engage Jiang Siming in combat was that they were afraid the referee would catch on, so they chose to attack and retreat quickly, allowing Jiang Siming to escape.

For the remaining 4am player, it was no longer a concern for the two Korean teams; they felt that Jiang Siming couldn't make any waves anymore.

In fact, everyone thought so. From a bird's eye view, there were three teams surrounding Jiang Siming's location.

Once he exposed his position, he would be in mortal danger.

After healing, Jiang Siming got up from the grass and slowly moved forward in the jungle.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted ahead, which relieved the tension among the Chinese audience a little.

They were afraid that none of the teams would fight, and Jiang Siming would have to enter the circle again, increasing the risk of being discovered.

Using the gunfire as cover, Jiang Siming reached the edge of the circle.

Then he lay down in the grass as if dead. His goal this time was not just to take shots but to find an opportunity to annoy the South Korean team.

The gunfire ahead became more and more intense, as if three or four teams were engaged in a skirmish.

The director's camera finally left Jiang Siming and focused on the battlefield, leaving Jiang Siming isolated in this patch of grass.

"Steady, Old Jiang, hold on a bit longer and we'll still be way ahead of them in points when you enter the top ten," Wei Shen encouraged.

Jiang Siming remained silent, waiting for the circle to shrink again. Once it did, he immediately got up and quietly sneaked into the safe zone, then lay down again!

The Chinese audience was touched by Jiang Siming's move, and their previous sympathy was replaced by a desire to laugh.

"Jiang Siming is still Jiang Siming, even pretending to be dead is so handsome."

"He can be so decisive in pretending to be dead, without any hesitation, a true man!"

"I feel sorry for him, but I can't help but laugh."

"So, the God of Killers can also play dead sometimes, trying not to laugh."

The sound of thunder deafened the triumphant RGS members!

Their ears were ringing, and three of them fell to the ground at the same time!

The remaining RGS member was also hit, losing half his health, but before he could move, Jiang Siming's AK pierced his chest in an instant!

Quad kill!

The audience's cries almost blew off the roof of the venue.

But the shock didn't end there. After wiping out RGS, Jiang Siming quickly crawled up from the grass and occupied the low point of RGS.

When VSG noticed the change in the situation, they immediately rushed towards RGS.

Fortunately, Jiang Siming had set up a barrier in advance. He stuck his head out and instantly sniped VSG's Hulk.

Then Jiang Siming raised his AK, his finger on the trigger, absorbing the powerful recoil with his sturdy body.

Bullets fired from the chamber, in slow-motion, magnificent yet deadly.

One down!

Another one down!

VSG was also wiped out!

Finally, only the lone survivor from TL remained. Jiang Siming locked onto the position, his M24 rifle ready.

With great respect, he zoomed in once, aimed precisely, pulled the trigger, and the target fell!

"Good luck and fortune, chicken dinner tonight!"

This banner didn't appear on RGS or VSG, but it appeared on Jiang Siming's computer, who had been a lone wolf since halfway through the match, and also on the screens of the other three members of 4am.

Wei Shen was even happier than winning chicken himself, jumping up from his chair in excitement!

Wang Duoyu and Xiao Xingmu danced wildly like children, ecstatic.

Only the crazy shouts of the commentators and the joyful ocean of Chinese fans remained in the venue.

The scene just now, compared to Jiang Siming's various superhuman actions in the previous round, was much simpler, but its difficulty was much higher than any single action.

From being alone halfway through the game, avoiding the sight of all teams, using intelligence and courage to evade everyone's attention, to seizing the opportunity at the end, decisively taking action with the grenade to take down all members of RGS.

Then swiftly seizing the point and using his extraordinary individual strength to eliminate VSG and TL, securing the first place.

From the grenade throw to the end, in less than thirty seconds, Jiang Siming claimed eight kills.