"Oops, we forgot to turn on the delay, Ming Shen. How about we bail on this one?"
PDD looked at the sea of viewers before him and began having second thoughts.
"Yeah, there are so many viewers. They'll definitely stream-snipe us later." As Qiezi spoke, he felt the cabinet behind him move again.
Jiang Siming merely smiled. While trading blows with the viewers in-game, he said, "It's fine. After you land, find somewhere safe and hide. Come out after I finish killing them."
"But there are so many viewers—"
"That makes no difference. No matter how many viewers come, I'll kill them all." Jiang Siming replied domineeringly.
If he had paired that with a meme of himself smoking and carrying a huge cleaver, it would have been utterly invincible.
Jiang Siming, the viewer slayer, was badass.
After hearing that, the viewers all trembled. If anyone else had said it, they would have thought he was bragging, but Jiang Siming had spoken. Maybe they should just skip stream-sniping this game.
Once the waiting time passed, the four of them boarded the plane.
"Where are we going, Ming Shen? I think we could play it safe for a round. What do you think?"
Da Sima's voice trembled. He really did not want to die again. It seemed he had already tried every possible way to die in PUBG.
In two words: miserable.
Jiang Siming, however, did not care. "Hiding on this Karakin map is useless. Besides, if you go somewhere remote and have poor equipment, even more people will come block you."
"Then where do we go?" Qiezi asked.
Jiang Siming marked a hot-drop location: the three factories on the mountain.
The other three wore bitter expressions, but there was nothing they could do. Ming Shen called the shots. They had to