Jedi Old Driver

007. Jedi Old Driver!

"She usually won't even touch a motorcycle, but now she dares to drive it—something's fishy!"

"What's fishy? That Old Woman just wants to grab his waist!"

"Caught red-handed! Absolutely!"

"I wanna grab that little brother's waist too~~"

Seeing through her little trick, the audience jeered. Dumb Sister chuckled, didn't explain, drove the motorcycle up to Jiang Siming, and obediently sat in the back seat.

Jiang Siming didn't suspect a thing. He took the driver's seat, floored the throttle, and the motorcycle sped across the Island Map at a blistering 150 km/h—the max speed this vehicle could hit.

On flat roads, it was fine. Dumb Sister wasn't panicked.

But she noticed they were about to enter a bumpy mountain area, and Jiang Siming showed no sign of slowing down.

This was a motorcycle. In PUBG, motorcycles were the fastest but also the most unstable, easy to flip and die from a fall.

Newbies had lost more lives to motorcycles than enemies they'd killed.

"Mingming Brother, can you slow down a bit? This mountain's really bumpy."

Dumb Sister's soft, sticky voice warned him. If this were real life, she'd have already puked from fear.

But her voice was ignored by Jiang Siming. His grip on the throttle didn't loosen a fraction—still pinned to the max.

The motorcycle charged into the mountain forest, weaving left and right, dodging one Maokai and rock after another, speed never dropping. In moments, it had already reached the summit.

The audience and Dumb Sister's hearts rose and fell with Jiang Siming's driving, thrilling their little hearts into a frantic pitter-patter.

"Hey hey hey, Mingming Brother, there's a cliff ahead!"

Seeing they were about to fly off the cliff, Dumb Sister couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, trembling.

But Jiang Siming paid no heed. The car rushed toward the cliff, flipped once in midair, and landed smoothly!

The acrobatics weren't over yet. Jiang Siming had already charged onto the Bridge of Sin in the Island Map.

The two bridges on the Island Map were every player's nightmare. No matter where the circle shrank, someone would always be camping the bridge.

Bridge camping was practically a given in every Island Map round.

How many players, loaded with great gear, had died unjustly at the hands of some sneaky camper on the bridge?

Narrow bridge deck, long distance.

Even on a motorcycle, it gave campers plenty of time to aim and react to kill you.

The moment they set tire on the bridge, Jiang Siming and Dumb Sister heard bullets whizzing from the far end.

Sure enough, someone was camping the bridge!

"It's over. We're done for." Despair flooded Dumb Sister's heart.

Jiang Siming's expression didn't change. He kept the throttle pinned, charging forward at full speed.

That only made Dumb Sister sign her own death warrant. Stopping to find cover and trade shots might have given a better chance to survive.

Rushing in headlong like this meant near-certain death.

Yet what left Dumb Sister and her millions of viewers utterly dumbfounded was this.

Jiang Siming turned the motorcycle around in the middle of the bridge.

He aimed for a wooden crate with a ramp at the bridge's center!

The motorcycle shot through the ramp with a whoosh. The inertia from the car launched both of them into the air!

The motorcycle had actually flown off the bridge!

Was Jiang Siming trying to jump into the sea and swim to safety?

Soon, everyone's confusion cleared. The motorcycle didn't fall into the sea. Instead, thanks to the high speed and increased inertia, it soared toward the opposite shore.

And Jiang Siming flipped the handlebars again. The motorcycle did a somersault over the sea, extending its flight distance, and finally landed steadily on the far shore!

Then, after landing, the motorcycle screeched into the forest and vanished without a trace.

The whole process was smooth as water, like an Indian-style Parade Performance.

Every viewer was conquered by Jiang Siming's driving skills.

"66666666"

"That's the coolest, most badass motorcycle stunt I've ever seen!"

"Is this a circus act? Or filming a special effects blockbuster?"

"This move definitely takes a Hollywood Special Effects Shot to pull off!"

"Jedi Old Driver! Solid! Taking apprentices, big shot?"

Dumb Sister, also conquered by Jiang Siming's skills, had stars of worship in her eyes.

"Mingming Brother, you're amazing! From today on, I'm your number one fangirl!"

This time, the audience didn't find the flattery cringey. Instead, they felt Dumb Sister had spoken their hearts.

"Alright, someone's coming soon. Get ready to shoot."

Jiang Siming parked the motorcycle at the highest peak, raised his Kar98k, and prepared to fire.

Sure enough, players fleeing the zone drove one after another toward this choke point.

Jiang Siming's sniper rifle went to work, bullet after bullet from the long-barreled gun raining down from the mountaintop to the base.

Whether it was a moving vehicle or a sprinting figure, none could escape the grasp of Jiang Siming's sniper.

At most three shots, and someone was guaranteed to die!

Dumb Sister wanted to help, but found there was nothing for her to do.

To feel useful, she just fired blindly—hit or miss, just shoot, that was the game experience and wisdom of an old pro.

It wasn't until the fifth kill that a hint of joy finally appeared on Jiang Siming's face.

A fragment had dropped! And it was gold!

"I'm going down to loot a crate. Wait for me here," Jiang Siming said before riding the motorcycle down.

Dumb Sister's cheeks flushed red.

Not only was Jiang Siming's voice pleasant, but his words sounded like something a boyfriend would say to his girlfriend:

Baby, wait here, I'll go buy you something to eat—that kind of thing.

It made Dumb Sister's heart flutter. She murmured, "Okay, Brother Ming, be careful."

But Jiang Siming didn't hear her. He had already reached the corpse with the fragment.

He opened it—a Gold Fragment, just as expected. It was money!

But what surprised Jiang Siming was that this time it wasn't 5,000 bucks, but a full 100,000—one hundred thousand!

"Holy crap, I'm rich!"

Jiang Siming grinned from ear to ear and used it immediately. On his computer desk, ten stacks of red bills appeared!

Good thing he wasn't at an internet cafe this time, or he'd have scared everyone there.

Since he was at home, Jiang Siming didn't bother putting the money away. He'd finish this match first.

After casually grabbing some ammo, Jiang Siming rode the motorcycle back to the peak and continued shooting.

But maybe he'd killed too ruthlessly—no one passed through anymore.

After switching spots a few times, the final circle arrived.

The zone was almost at its smallest.

Besides Jiang Siming and Dumb Sister, only two enemies remained.

But things weren't looking good—their position was terrible.

The motorcycle was out of gas, so they had to hug the edge of the safe zone.

Worse, there was no cover at all, and they were on low ground, easy targets.

"Brother Ming, how about I scout ahead for you? You follow me into the zone?"

Dumb Sister wanted to sacrifice herself.

"No need. We can make it."

Jiang Siming tossed two smoke grenades to the right, perfectly blocking all sightlines from that direction.

"Let's go. The guy on the left doesn't know where we are. If we move carefully, no one will notice."

Jiang Siming took the lead and ran forward.

As long as he kept the left-side player in check, this chicken dinner was practically in the bag.

Dumb Sister obediently followed close behind.

But just as they were about to reach cover, Dumb Sister's finger slipped and she accidentally pulled the trigger—firing a shot.