Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 84: American Server Dedicated to Killing Foreigners

Jiang Siming happily walked back, already thinking about which game to play tonight.

Is it "Tianlong Babu" or "World of Warcraft," or perhaps "League Legend"? Anyway, as long as it's a popular online game, just change the account and sell it casually, and you can easily make some money.

Entering the game lobby, it's the island map, where all the players are gathered on the birth island.

Jiang Siming suddenly realized that he had unintentionally selected the four-player mode.

Because he had played with a group called "Dumb and Tuantuan Team" before, and they played in the four-player mode, Jiang Siming didn't change it, so it remained in four-player mode.

Considering that quitting the game would result in a deduction of points, Jiang Siming decided to play a round of four-player mode.

It's just one round, maybe he'll be matched with three Korean big-chested girls again.

However, reality proved Jiang Siming wrong. It was three rough guys, speaking American English, unmistakably American.

"Hey guys, where are you from?" the other side asked in English, sounding very friendly. It seemed they were a three-player team.

"China," Jiang Siming answered, seeing no need to hide. "I'm Chinese, and I'm proud of it."

"Wow! Chinese? Really? I love China so much! My dream is to travel to China!"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing Jiang Siming's reply, they were extremely excited and praised China endlessly.

The other two also spoke similarly, all expressing that China is indeed a great place, with very friendly people, and so on.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Naturally, Jiang Siming let his guard down. While not overly proud, he was friendly in his exchanges with these three.

At this point, the audience discovered another skill of Jiang Siming's!

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Don't ask me why I'm so incoherent, I don't want to explain."

"Ming God can speak English too! This accent, it's totally British, perfect!"

"Unlocking a new skill for Ming God, his English proficiency is off the charts!"

At this moment, the three teammates who had always been enthusiastic, friendly, and kind burst into mocking laughter.

"Ming God was careless, he didn't expect the other side to suddenly attack."

"This is the norm for duo or squad modes on the American server. Recently, there has been a surge of these streamers killing foreigners, with the most targeting Chinese players, and there are still many viewers."

"Racial discrimination has always existed in America. These white-skinned people look down on anyone with a different skin color."

"I really want to grab a machine gun and shoot these three bastards!"

"Poor Ming God, he fell for it."

The audience was indignant, but Jiang Siming remained silent, neither speaking nor quitting the game, just quietly watching the three Americans dancing and mocking around him.

"This Chinese monkey hasn't quit the game yet."

"Hasn't he been scared shitless by us? Hahaha."

"Maybe he's crying and looking for his mommy, hahaha."

The three continued to laugh heartily, without a trace of guilt.

Finally, Jiang Siming, who had remained silent, spoke up.

"Three white pigs, well done, you've successfully pissed me off. Next time I'm matched with you, I'll kill you like the dead bastards you are."

Jiang Siming's retaliatory voice was firm and resolute, interrupting the laughter of the three Americans.

"Heh, little monkey, you better roll back to your Asian server."

"You still want to be matched with us? I bet you don't know how to die!"

Jiang Siming didn't waste any more words with them and quit the game directly.