No choice. Who could blame him when he was the world's best?
After the betting was closed, Jiang Siming entered the game. He hadn't played for several days, and he had really missed it.
When it came to basketball and soccer, he could become the world's best at both, yet he could go without playing either competitive sport for days and be perfectly fine.
But games were different. If he didn't play for a few days, his hands would start itching. Tsk tsk, as expected, someone like him was destined to play games and nothing else. (Hehe.)
The flight took off. It was the Desert Map. Jiang Siming had selected a random map, and he was playing solo in a squad match.
The viewers felt that solo matches had no suspense and were boring to watch, so Jiang Siming could only play solo squads for now.
It was still TPP mode, because many viewers would feel dizzy and uncomfortable after watching FPP for too long. To satisfy their wishes as much as possible, Jiang Siming played in TPP mode.
The plane flew over Picador City, and Jiang Siming jumped out without hesitation.
When he opened his parachute, he saw a sea of enemies. Around five or six squads had all landed in Picador.
As expected of the hot-drop zone. Hahaha, I like it.
Three squads had landed in a single Boxing Arena.
Jiang Siming laughed and said, "Everyone, it looks like I'm really going to win today's thirty-kill bet."
After saying that, he landed and activated Small Area Item Sense. Jiang Siming landed right on top of an UMP9 submachine gun.
The viewers' hearts sank when they saw it.
It's over. The slaughter is beginning.
He picked up the UMP9 and loaded it while calmly sweeping his eyes across the