Blood Crisis of PUBG

"What lucky draw?" The drunken dreams were rare to reveal the look of the god.

"The lottery is below the shop interface ..."

However, Duan Mo has not finished, an icy female voice rang.

"After half an hour, the next game, mode: the four teams, big escape."

Duan Mo and drunken dreams paid attention, from the eyes of each other, I can't understand.

"Team mode?"

"The old player of this game is right before?" Asked Duan.

"Team mode, four players form a team, as long as one of the team can enter the top ten, the members of the whole team can survive." Drunken Dreams naturally knew what the Duan Mo wanted, and it was said that the Duan said. I think.

"So, what is the chance of survival? After all, we only need to keep a fire into the top ten,"

"Theoretically, it is true, but the actual team mode is not as simple as you think. Because everyone is a team action, once they cross fire, they will immediately become eight people, the proportion of fighting will be more increased - once You can destroy the enemy's team, so your own material equipment will greatly increase the winning rate. "

"So, said that the gun method is more important ..." Duan Mo has some fragrance.

"Yes, light is hiding in Tibet, there is no way to let your teammates or yourself successfully entered the top ten."

"Hey," said the paragraph silently, "I don't want to die."

The eyes of the drunken dreams are slightly soft, but I still can't say that "I don't have the relationship with you with you", so I tried to ask: "I don't think it is very relaxed before, I am afraid. Dead. "

"Strap," paragraph monorate her, "Who doesn't want to live well, you can't play games, you can't see beauty, you can't do anything!"

The face of drunken dreams just melted, and the face is immediately planned. "Are you alive, just for this kind of thing?"

The silence of the silence, squatting, "Then do you work hard to live?"

The drunk dream is vigilant, she is noticeable, Duan Mo is in her words.

"I have nothing to do with you."

The drunken dreams are struggling to go to the conversation, but the two do not turn off the conversation.

A hour of time, soon went.

Finally, the icy notification of the system sounded.

"There is still 1 minute from the game, please organize the team as soon as possible, or wait for the system to randomly allocate."

Can I live in this game?

Segment silently laughed, the depths of memory, there is always a voice, advise him to live.

"After 10 seconds, the game starts, please prepare for players."

"Okay, team." Duan Mo said.

"Well." The drunk dream is more awkward.

Duan Mo smiled and clicked the "invitation team" after the drunken dream ID, and the drunken dreams were cold and the consent. "

Almost at the same time, Duan Milo and the drunken dreams fierce it into a dark.

"Games start."

Among the darkness, countless data gradually shook a cheerful river, it is pouring, illusion, until a little bright sprint, as if it is general, and it has made the whole world.

"A group No. 1 has obtained skills: the king of garbage."

The monotonous mechanical sound is a report, while the object is reported, it is a girl wearing a black silk skirt.

Her face is illuminated by the machine running on the machine, revealing a pair of charming faces.

"Give him the skill book like this ... Is it really suitable? What if he died?" The girl was satisfied with his fingers, and asked. From her face, I can't see that she is worried about some people's lives.

"This is a command that is directly issued by S-level permissions. I can't violate it." The girl flashed with white light, as if the computer produced in the 1980s, the hard answer.

"S-level permissions? Interesting ..." The girl finally removing the attention from his fingertips, "and there are other test items in players with him."

"Yes, the same No. 3 and No. 1 in group A is in a place."

"Very good. I want to see, people who can make S-class people pay so much, what is the same ..." She stood up, settled with the black short skirt, and struggled into the darkness. in.

When I lit once again, I came to the well-known quality square.

"Quality Square" is the starting point of each game, players will take a break here, and show their high quality and then start the game.

This is a unreserved island, and the island is scattered. Some abandoned military facilities - crashed airplane, broken runway, dejected wall, old houses with weeds and moss ...

Everything is dead, and everything will reveal and desperate.

However, Duan Mo is already the third time, it is not very concerned about the mess, he first comes around, and it is different from usually, the island is filled with moist mist.

The faint mist blocked the line of sight. He turned two laps and found the position of drunken dreams.

Duan Silent has a crowd and drunken dreams, and the two have always been the remoteness of the quality square.

"Foky Day." Duan Mo and the drunken dreams avoid the crowd, a butt sitting on a bush grass. "My gun method is really enough, and now it seems to be a dead ... this is a sky, I sent a courier!" Duan Mo.

Drunk dreams did not feel anything about such weather, too lazy to listen to the complaints of sections, just asked: "What about other two teammates?"

Drunken dreams, just fall, a soft voice rang behind her.

"That ... you are good ..."

Drunken Dreams and Duan Mo were shocked. They had thought about avoiding discussing plans. I didn't expect someone behind him. But when I turned back, I didn't see people.

"I'm here……"

A chubby little hand greeted and drilled into the vision of Duan.

Duan Shuun came to see, this only saw that Xiao Loli height did not reach a meal of rice, standing behind them, and her head, Herk with teammates.

"Are you a teammate?" Duan Mo did not hold back, he smiled and laughed out: "Girl, are you a dwarf?"

Little Loli's face is immediately red, she lowered his uneasy pinching his own clothes, and he did not dare to open again.

The drunken dreams gave a blind eye, and then slightly bent down: "Sister, are you going to participate in the game?"

Loli looked up at the drunken dreams and quickly lowered his head, "Second ..."

Drunken dreams, "This is clear or a child, how can she get into this game ... Sister, don't worry, we will protect you for a while."

Little Loli red face is to justify, "I am sixteen years old ..."

"But you are as long as it is six years old." Duan fooled.

"You give it to you," Drunken dreams: "It is better than you nineteen years old, as a ninety-year-old."

"Good, in short, I will not take her for a while, I only have fun for sexy mature women, like this flat chest loli ... then I am sorry." Duan Mo said, surely lying on the grass on.

"This is not a gentleman. Beautiful lady, don't worry, I will protect your security."

A man does not know when it is also coming over, and it is full of drunken dreams.

Duan Mo played the icon on his head, and he knows that he is the last teammate of his team.

"My name is the fritter." He took the lead to extend his hand.

"My name is Duan Mo." Duan Mo lost his body before the drunken dream, and the dream of holding the frozer. "She is a drunk dream."

"My name is Bean ..." That Little Loli also introduced himself.

"Well, I hope we can live it." The fritters saw the silence of the paragraph, frowned, and put his hand back.

"That is sure, but - if you are teaming, or the top ten can survive?" Duan Mo took the fritter smile.

"Of course, you can't." The frozen strip does not look at Duan Duan, and his eyes are still locked in the drunken dream. In the four teams, only the top three teams can survive, others will be eliminated - that is Dead. "After finishing, the fritters mean a drunken dreams.

The paragraph silently came to the tone, turned to the head and didn't want to say anything to this teammate.

On the distrairing airplane runway, the man is crowded, noisy.

More than 100 people intensively squeezed on the island, the game has not officially started, and it is already full of suspicion and hate in each other.

"You look at that person!" Xiaoli named Bean seems to know the eyes of oil-like Mimi. After she has hid, she suddenly pulled the raft, with hand, at the end of the runway A little boy is crying.

The boy is about 14 or five years old, sitting on the ground, and his few teammates are not holding their arms, others are a bit of a gloating look at him.

"Oh ... obviously a child ..." The paragraph learned his mouth.

"Can you say that," The fritters have seen the segment of Duan, as if they laugh at his naive. "This can be a life and death game, there will be no old reception priority."

Drunken dreams sprinkled with the eyes, and there was a taunt, "Oh."

"Okay," Duan said that the game has not started, his team is going to be inner, and then quickly asked, "We can only blame this ghost game, not pull us in and kill ... this boy, If we have encountered anything, let him have a horse. "

The drunken dreams snorted, turned to the head and no longer talk, the fritters were also known to close their mouths.

Duan Mo is loose tone, calls up its own status bar, which shows the countdown to the game.

"There is still a minute from the start of the game."