PUBG Mobile's strongest profession eats chicken

Chapter 528 Idiot

"Look, isn't it, is he exhausted like a dog, and can only run around under my gun."

"Hahahaha, run, keep running, let me see how long you can hide."

"Come and hit me if you have the guts, don't just run away, aren't you very good? Come and hit me. Hahahaha."

No. 64 was not ashamed, but proud. He kept laughing. He turned on the public microphone, and every word he said seemed to be on the throats of the spectators on both sides. It was infuriating, but he was powerless to refute.

In the stands, the eyes of Guiliang and the others were blazing with anger, and they wished they could rush to the competition area immediately and hit this guy hard.

"Your name is King, right? No. 64 in the world, you're running away from my gun like a dog." No. [-] laughed arrogantly.Every time he uttered a word, he fired a few bullets, but each bullet was predicted by Qin Fan in advance, and he avoided it with body skills.

Excessive anger, excitement, and revenge made No. 64 even notice Qin Fan's route during the evasion process, and was approaching him bit by bit.

Finally, the distance of seven meters was shortened to three or two meters. The closer the distance, the easier it was for Qin Fan to dodge, circling around No. 64, like playing with a stupid pig.

"When did you..." The bullets finally ran out, and the sound of "ding ding ding" in the barrel finally woke up No. 64 from his madness. He finally found out in horror that King had been sneaking him in the blind spot of his shooting. .

Forty bullets were fired, none of them hit, and Qin Fan got close to him instead. This is a new world of stupidity. Only then did he realize that it turned out that King had been playing tricks on him all along...

"Hey, let me tell you, are you stupid enough?" Qin Fan said word by word, his tone was domineering and full of suppressed anger, and the frying pan in his hand danced along with it, but avoided his head. Hit him hard on the back.

"Forty bullets, one shot missed, you can become a professional player?" Qin Fan sneered, and at the same time waved the frying pan again, aiming at his back again.

The frying pan damage is extremely high, even if he is wearing third-level armor, after two frying pans, he will lose [-] points of blood.

Each hit is only 35 points, not too much, but seeing the blood volume drop little by little but unable to fight back, this feeling is really anxious.

Bright red blood splattered everywhere, and the game characters howled miserably, and No. 64 couldn't help but yelled, and ran away while yelling, while changing the bullets in the gun chamber.

"You want to change bombs at such a short distance, you are really stupid." Qin Fan laughed disdainfully.

No. 64 was reminded and finally came to his senses. Just as he put away his gun, before he could turn around, he was hit on the head by Qin Fan with a stuffy pot. The voice heard in No. 64's ears, but it terrified him like a ghost chasing after his soul.

But his panic stopped here, this headshot directly killed him, and his body fell limply on the ground, like a pile of mud.
"At this time, if you don't run quickly, you still want to turn around. To say you are a pig is to praise you." Qin Fan finally showed his poisonous tongue essence, and viciously humiliated.

The audience was dead silent, no one spoke, and even the audience area was so quiet that it was scary.

The audience performance on No. 64 was actually amazing, especially in the early stage, when facing a crowd of amateur players, he was pushing all the way, catching whoever was caught and killing whoever, and the audience was still guessing that he must be a professional player, and he was also a master.

However, in the end, this master was beaten to death by a player holding a pan with a gun, and he became the only player in this game who held a gun but never fought with a pan...

This is just... so embarrassing...

(End of this chapter)