PUBG Mobile's strongest profession eats chicken

Chapter 43
He happily picked up all the equipment on the roof, jumped downstairs and started searching from the first floor. At this time, he had a second-level bag, a treatment kit, a grenade, a bottle of painkiller, a smoke bomb, and a revolver. There are 24 bullets left, which can be said to be quite poor.

He jumped out of the outer building, so he is not afraid of being attacked from the front or back. He just needs to be careful of the enemies inside the building. He searched on the first floor. He didn't meet any enemies, but he didn't find anything. He only had an S686, A handful of twelve-gauge rounds, and a square grip.

"I'm afraid this is a fake airport!" Qin Fan complained helplessly, but his heart was a little vigilant.

If building C can be so poor, there is only one possibility. There is an enemy in this building. The disgusting thing is that this enemy has a "good habit" of closing the door casually. A certain room where I'm squatting and waiting for myself to be hooked.

The doors of all the rooms are closed. Most players can still be cautious when they first search the first ten houses, but people's patience has a limit. The lower the vigilance, the less patience, and the more irritable, it is easy to attack when you actually encounter the enemy.

But the professional players are different. Under the careful 'teaching' of the old Yinbis, all the professional players in China have developed the habit of opening doors carefully and walking cautiously. It is still relatively difficult to repeat the same tricks on them.

Qin Fan searched carefully all the way. Every time he opened the door, he would first stand in the corner and look at the situation inside from the perspective of God. When he searched the last room on the second floor, there was finally something inside.

A quadruple mirror! ! !

Qin Fan grinned at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't go in to get anything, he took out the grenade silently, waited until the last two seconds, threw it in, then closed the door, switched to S686, and leaned against the wall to prevent the opponent from rushing out.

Searching all the way, there was nothing except some relatively unpopular accessories. He didn't believe that guy would be so kind and leave him a quadruple mirror.

As soon as the grenade was thrown in, there were panicked footsteps in the house. As soon as the footsteps sounded, it was drowned out by the roar of the grenade, and the door was blown to pieces. Qin Fan rushed in quickly.

The man was wearing a pair of big pants all over his body, and all his clothes, backpack, etc. were thrown on the ground, and he said to him pitifully, "Brother, don't kill me, brother."

Qin Fan couldn't help smiling, thinking, this person is interesting: "You tell me where your teammates are, and I won't kill you."

"They're on the third floor, on the third floor." The man said quickly, as if he was afraid that Qin Fan would shoot him down if he said too late.

"Oh, the third floor." Qin Fan said thoughtfully, and suddenly saw the gun on his back, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Yo, S12K, AKM, the equipment is good, throw them all away." Qin Fan Pointing the sprayer at his head, he smiled and threatened.

"Okay, okay, let's throw it away." The man said while throwing away the equipment, but he lost a lot of bullets, but the gun didn't get lost for a long time. Qin Fan didn't think much about it, and silently picked him up and threw it down. s things.

Suddenly, he heard the footsteps of two people behind him, followed by the sound of the door opening. The hair on Qin Fan's back stood up, and he jumped out of the window to escape without hesitation.

The whizzing sound of bullets flying over his head sounded, and the stereo sound from the earphones made this creepy feeling even more realistic, making Qin Fan's breathing speed up a little involuntarily.

"Good routine." A smile appeared on the corner of Qin Fan's mouth. As soon as he landed, he took out a grenade and threw it high into the room where he jumped out of the window. According to the trajectory, this grenade should be able to roll into the corridor. It stayed in the hand for a second before throwing it out, and it took a lot of time to explode.

Then he took out a Molotov cocktail and aimed at that room. These things were all obtained from the person just now, and now they are returned to them.

"Brother, your Thunderbolt is not that good, it won't blow us up like this, hahaha." The guy who was pitiful to Qin Fan just now and begged for mercy was extremely arrogant at this moment.

"It's pretty fast, don't run if you have the guts, come and shoot." A man lay on the window and yelled, just about to shoot Qin Fan, when he saw a Molotov cocktail whistling towards his window, his hair stood on end. Turning around and running towards the corridor, he shouted, "Run."

"You're crazy, there are grenades in the corridor." Seeing his reckless look, his teammates hurriedly reminded him.

Hearing this, the man felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he cursed loudly: "I~fuck~you, my lord, you have the kind of straight shot. Throwing thunder is nothing."

He doesn't seem to remember at all how proud he was when he finished off Qin Fan, but now that he's being trapped in a urn like a turtle, he realizes how uncomfortable it feels to be cornered...

"Don't pull him, they will all be burned to death in a while, jump out of the window." The man yelled and rushed to the window.

Their current situation is completely like a turtle in an urn. There are grenades in the corridor, Molotov cocktails in the room, and Qin Fan outside the window. room to resist...

(End of this chapter)