Positioning Alone Can Dodge Bullets!

Positioning Alone Can Dodge Bullets!

Twelve kills in Sad City, but only one Fragment—a red Guitar Skill Fragment.

He had already collected four Guitar Skills. Just one more Fragment, and he could combine them.

Jiang Siming noticed that the spawn rate of White Fragments had dropped. Maybe the game's skills were almost all collected, which was why he had barely picked up any White Fragments over the past two days.

Today's objective was not Picking Up Fragments. Jiang Siming's goal was to reach number one in the Asia server!

After leaving Sad City, Jiang Siming mounted a Yadea electric scooter outside the city and drove toward the places most likely to have people.

Wherever there were people, that was where he went. So easy!

Bang bang bang!

As he passed a residential house, Jiang Siming was blocked by a random player.

But with PUBG Driving Skill, he was completely unruffled. He drove the electric scooter in an S-shaped path, speeding up and slowing down unpredictably. The other player failed to hit him even once.

The viewers burst out laughing.

"What's this guy doing? Setting off firecrackers?"

"These shots are so far off. Is he practicing the human-outline technique?"

"For those idiots who don't get it, don't blame that guy. Ming Shen's driving is just way too flashy, okay?"

"Did you notice? Ming Shen's scooter has stayed outside the other guy's muzzle the whole time. How is he doing that?"

"What's so impressive about dodging bullets with a vehicle? If you've got what it takes, get out and dodge them on foot! If you can dodge one full magazine, I'll send ten Super Fires!"

"The guy above has something wrong with his head, right? You think this is a MOBA game? If you can dodge bullets, I'll give you my house! Idiot!"

Jiang Siming stole a glance at the comments and happened to see that one.

"Since someone wants to see me dodge bullets with positioning, I'll satisfy him. Forget about the Super Fires. If I pull it off, just send a comment saying, 'Daddy, I was wrong.'"

"Hahaha."

The viewers were delighted. Ming Shen was kind of wicked.

Unexpectedly, the owner of that comment jumped out again.

"No problem! If you can do it, I'll not only send that comment—I'll send you ten Super Fires too!"

The person who posted it was a minor duke. Judging by that, he clearly had the money to spare.

"It's a deal."

Jiang Siming actually stopped the scooter, switched to fist mode, and even stopped carrying his gun.

The guy blocking him was overjoyed. He thought Jiang Siming had panicked and jumped off the scooter.

He immediately reloaded, aimed at Jiang Siming, and began tapping out shots.

On the open ground, Jiang Siming began moving frantically, crouching one moment and jumping the next. Sometimes he spun in place like a glitching character, making him look rather silly.

But what left the viewers dumbfounded was that the opponent's bullets seemed completely unable to touch Jiang Siming. Every shot flew past him by a hair.

Every bullet came within inches of hitting him, yet not one connected.

The Extreme Positioning skill displayed its full power at that moment.

"He has thirteen bullets left, if he's using an extended magazine." Jiang Siming even found time to calculate the other player's ammunition.

The shooter lost his temper as well, realizing that Jiang Siming was toying with him.

He jumped straight out of the house.

With a wider field of view, he was brimming with confidence. He aimed at Jiang Siming again and fired!

Biubiubiu!

A dense barrage of bullets came toward Jiang Siming, but he still dodged them with all kinds of unbelievable twists and movements.

"That's the last one. I'll block it with the pan on my butt."

With that, Jiang Siming turned around, presented his back to the man, and jumped into the air.

The opponent's bullet seemed to have eyes. It obediently struck Jiang Siming's frying pan with a crisp clang.

"Alright, you've had enough fun. Now it's my turn."

The instant he finished speaking, the Kar98k appeared in Jiang Siming's hand again.

He twisted around and fired without even opening the scope.

The man's head caught the bullet perfectly, and he crashed to the ground!

That shot had been fired the moment Jiang Siming turned around. There had been no aiming or pre-aiming involved at all.

After a brief silence, the Live Stream Room erupted into a frenzy of comments!

"666666"

"My Guanyin Bodhisattva and Tathagata Buddha! What did I just see? I saw a god!"

"You can really dodge bullets with positioning? Is my understanding of this game that inadequate?"

"Ming Shen is freaking awesome! I'm convinced! Where's that idiot duke? Come out here!"

"Mom asked me why I was watching the stream on my knees."

"Master Ming, you've shown off your skills so hard you killed me again!"

Every viewer was completely won over by that display.

If it had been from an especially long distance, it would have been understandable. Dodging would indeed have been easy.

But Jiang Siming had been less than twenty meters from that man! And there had not been a single piece of cover.

At that distance and in that environment, even Dumb Sister's human-outline shooting should have landed at least five or six hits.

Yet this unbelievable thing had happened right before their eyes!

If they claimed the opponent was an actor, Jiang Siming catching a bullet with his frying pan at the end was something no act could fake.

Many viewers with money to spare began showering him with gifts, as if that were the only way to express how they felt.

For a while, planes, rockets, and memberships filled the screen. There was even a Super Rocket.

Adding it all up, the gifts were worth more than five thousand.

Then a purple duke-level comment floated across the Live Stream Room.

"Daddy, I was wrong. Ming Daddy, you're my idol from now on. I'm not going anywhere!"

"Duke Wangchuan Scholar sent ten Super Rockets to Ming's Live Stream Room!"

The duke kept his word, sending ten Super Rockets and five ordinary rockets on top of them.

"Thank you for the gifts, Duke. Everyone, don't give him a hard time either. This guy keeps his word—he's clearly destined for big business. I'll make you a moderator in a moment." Jiang Siming said with a smile.

The duke was even more grateful to Jiang Siming after hearing that and sent five more rockets.

Having easily won over a duke-level user, Jiang Siming realized that the flashier his plays were, the more the viewers loved them.

Since that was the case, everyone had better get their knees ready!

After looting the man's bag, Jiang Siming took nothing except the six Grenades inside. He even threw away quite a few bullets to make room for them.

He got back on the electric scooter and drove toward the safe zone.

"Isn't that too little ammunition? Only sixty rounds. Is that enough, Ming Shen?"

The viewers asked worriedly. When they played, an assault rifle with fewer than two hundred rounds was nowhere near enough.

"I won't need that much. Sixty rounds, plus the dozen or so in the sniper rifle, will be enough for me to kill at least twenty people," Jiang Siming replied.

This time, no one argued. Jiang Siming had already proven himself through his skill.

The electric scooter brazenly drove straight into the center of the safe zone, where he also found an Airdrop. Inside was none other than an AWM, the most powerful sniper rifle.

But Jiang Siming did not pick it up. He took only the ammunition, left behind a single round, and then found a place to throw it away.

The viewers all laughed and cursed Jiang Siming for being so wicked. Anyone who came across that Airdrop and saw an AWM with no bullets would probably start swearing.

With one bullet, leaving it behind felt wasteful, but taking it meant having only one round—not enough to fight with.

People with decision paralysis would go insane.

After pulling off that prank, Jiang Siming chuckled and drove the scooter up to high ground, where he began waiting for his prey.