Sad City was already loaded with loot, and the match had three times the usual supplies.
Jiang Siming only took a quick stroll through the central building before becoming fully geared.
He was even wearing Level 3 Armor, carrying a 4x Scope QBU sniper rifle and a 3x DP-28 M249.
He also had a Golden Skull Helmet on his head. Just like that, he had "graduated"!
That was the advantage of the Sanhok Map: there was no need to worry about equipment.
Even though Jiang Siming did not have many meds or throwables in his bag, he had no intention of searching any longer with this gear.
If he kept searching, everyone else would have run off. There was no point in finding more loot.
PUBG might look like a game where players tested their marksmanship against each other.
But in reality, one's sense of time and rhythm was equally important.
The only person who had mastered time and rhythm was Luo Zhixiang. Ahem, off topic—the only ones were high-level players.
True experts always raced against time. They would never waste even a second at a critical point in the rhythm.
After gearing up, Jiang Siming left Sad City, mounted his beloved little motorcycle, and sped toward the nearest Wild Point where players had landed.
"Ho ho ho! My Brother Ming is about to get started! The slaughter is about to begin, so all you viewers, get your quick-acting heart pills ready. Your hearts might not be able to take it later~"
"That's right. Everyone should listen to Tuan Tuan. Tuan Tuan is the worst, so she has the most authority to speak."
The two girls' shrieks had already sounded from the commentary desk.
They were Tuan Tuan and Dai Dai, who had come over today as guest commentators.
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