PUBG Mobile's strongest profession eats chicken

Chapter 961 Shady
Near the church, there was smog and a vast expanse of whiteness. Although the footsteps were hurried, there was no sign of anyone.

God Z charged quickly in the smoke, and Qin Fan also charged from another direction.

God Z has no head, and Qin Fan has no blood.

A face-to-face can tell the winner.

This is a situation of extreme operation.

There is only a stone between the two sides.

The footsteps of both of them didn't stop.

Meet on a narrow road, whoever advises who dies, three points depends on operation, three points depends on timing, three points depends on tactics, and one point depends on luck.

As world-class top players, they couldn't understand the truth of the gun.

The breathing of the audience became rapid again.

A face-to-face is life and death, and this face-to-face is finally coming.

Footsteps rustled, and the entire venue was quiet without a single noise.

This second has never been as long as it is now.

God Z's state of mind has never been so peaceful as it is today.

At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to seven years ago, and he had returned to the No. 1 country Y who was full of vigor and flowed against the current.

When the road meets, the brave wins.

At this moment, he is not God Z, not the big man behind the scenes of e-sports.

He is nobody, he forgets everything.

In his eyes, there was only one meeting with Qin Fan.

This meeting will determine the face and future of more than 80 of them.

Finally, both of them reached the edge of the stone.

The two sides fired ahead of time almost in no particular order.

However, there were no gunshots.

The computer screens of the two froze almost at the same time.

A system prompt of network disconnection appears on the screen...

"What are you doing!?" The audience went crazy.

The Internet was disconnected at such a critical time!What kind of plane are you doing?

It felt as desperate as if the Dongpo meat that was about to be eaten suddenly fell to the ground.

How could the audience give up and protested one after another.

The engineering department stood up at this time and took the blame.

The organizers heaved a sigh of relief, the disconnection of the internet was just a show led by them.

The face they should have fought for has already been won.

I really don't want to face the next fearful bet.

It's good for Qin Fan to win, but what if he loses?

After all, they are not professional players. In their opinion, Qin Fancai's blood volume is really scary.

However, the person who was more nervous than the organizer was God Z.

Because on the screen, there was a [-] bullet that had stalled due to the disconnection of the Internet, hanging in front of his forehead.

With the rate of fire of the M762, his results can be imagined.

If this shot hits him, he will definitely die.

For the organizer, disconnecting from the Internet is a compromise choice.

However, for God Z, it simply saved his life.

Qin Fan didn't say anything. He came out to help.

The organizer wants this result, that is the organizer's choice, and has nothing to do with him.

It's just that his mood was inevitably affected.

What annoys him the most is that the game is disturbed by external reasons.

The originally good situation was abruptly disturbed.

"See you in the semi-finals." With a dark face, Qin Fan said a word to God Z opposite him, and turned around and left.

Online, fans of God Z saw him like this, but they were not convinced.

They posted bullet screens to protest: "You are so stupid, you have some skills, you don't even know your last name after killing several people? Do you know who you are talking to?"

"A mere amateur player, if you are in a professional competition, God Z can crush you to death with one finger!"

"Shadow, proper shady, if the organizer hadn't cut off the internet, he would have already lost with that little blood."

"That is, if the organizer hadn't cut off the Internet, would he still have the confidence to say such a thing?"

"It's too overwhelming. In the semi-finals, let's see if he can still be arrogant."

……

Among these chaotic barrages, a colorful barrage floated faintly: "What if...he is King?"

"If he is really King, do you still dare to talk like that?"

(End of this chapter)