Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 285: Oh, Meat

This moment left both the audience and commentators stunned. Ming God... how could he be so unlucky?

The fans of Team 17, however, were ecstatic.

"Serves you right for wiping out our Team 17. Karma got you, huh? Justice from above!!"

"Haha, you’ve committed too many sins by killing so much, divine retribution has arrived."

"Seeing this scene, I strangely feel a sense of relief."

"Only the heavens can stop Ming God. It seems the heavens still have some sympathy for the other teams."

"Finally, this killing machine can take a break. This round, OMG is set to win, haha!"

Lying on the rooftop, Jiang Siming was truly at a loss, ready to accept his fate. What could he say? He could only blame his own bad luck.

"Brother Jiang, I’m on my way! Don’t panic!"

Xiao Xingmu happened to be nearby in P City and had a motorcycle. Jiang Siming, seeing this, went from frustration to laughter and quickly climbed down from the rooftop, hiding under an eave to avoid being finished off by the bombardment.

Xiao Xingmu sped through the city, riding his motorcycle straight into P City.

Fans of Team 17 and other teams alike were all "cursing" Xiao Xingmu to "crash" — of course, in the game. They eagerly hoped that Xiao Xingmu might accidentally crash his bike or that he wouldn’t make it in time, leaving Jiang Siming to bleed out.

But their "wishes" seemed to have no effect. Xiao Xingmu’s motorcycle smoothly entered P City and reached Jiang Siming just in time, with Jiang still having half his health left.

Oh, meat!

These fans held their heads in despair. Not even the heavens could claim Jiang Siming’s life. Did he have any rivals left?

Pulled back up from the ground, Jiang Siming laughed heartily. "I, Fu Han San, am back again!"

"Xingmu, your timing is perfect. Tonight, you’re getting a drumstick as a reward," Jiang Siming said with satisfaction. But without wasting time, he darted up to 17shou’s building, heading upstairs to loot the fragments first.

"Picked up [Variety Show Talent] Red Fragment *1 (1/3). Insufficient fragments, cannot use yet."

Variety Show Talent?

All four red figures appeared to be in a sitting posture, spaced about a dozen meters apart, and were heading straight toward him, seemingly in vehicles.

Each of them carried high-level equipment!

Two of them had Level 3 helmets and Level 3 armor, and one even had a 15x scope. Moreover, among their weapons were an M249 and a Groza—completely decked out.

This team had clearly looted two airdrops already. Their luck was off the charts.

Fully equipped and fat with loot, they looked like walking jackpots. Jiang Siming, the "bandit," couldn’t help but salivate at the sight.

He quickly rode his mountain bike to a small hill near the main road, setting up an ambush at their expected path.

Unfortunately, just as they were approaching, the two vehicles split up and turned into three. It seemed they had picked up another vehicle along the way. Discover exclusive tales on

Now split into three groups, they entered the zone from three different directions. Heading towards Jiang Siming was only one member, the one with the 15x scope, who didn’t even have Level 3 armor.

This left Jiang Siming feeling frustrated. Teams these days were so strategic—they didn’t stick together when entering the safe zone, probably to avoid being wiped out all at once.

Still, as long as they had high-level equipment, Jiang Siming was confident he could track them down eventually. He just hoped they wouldn’t get wiped out by another team before he had a chance; otherwise, he’d be at a loss.

The lone 15x scope player had driven close to Jiang Siming.

Originally, Jiang Siming had planned to use his PP-19 Bizon to spray them down and take all four of them. But now, with just one person, he didn’t even feel like wasting bullets on a spray.

Switching to his VSS, Jiang Siming aimed at the driver’s seat.

*Pew pew pew*—a few silent bullets pierced through the opponent’s car window.

All the bullets hit their mark, going straight into the player’s helmet.

The driver noticed and tried to steer away, but Jiang Siming’s VSS, practically automatic, unloaded seven or eight rounds in less than a second.

Even with a Level 3 helmet, it was game over. The unlucky player fell out of the car in frustration.

Jiang Siming glanced at the player’s team icon—it was from LGD.

Oh, this was Wei Shen’s old team!