Chapter 769 - More Vicious Than the Blue Circle!
Chapter 769 - More Vicious Than the Blue Circle!
Boom!
The explosion arrived just in time. The exterior of the building was lit by an expanding ball of fire!
The next moment, three kill notifications appeared on the top right corner of the screen.
'What kind of operation was that?'
GodV, who was still bandaging himself behind the door, was shocked beyond belief. He had expected Liu Zilang to kill off one of the opponents at most or most likely none of them.
It was too easy for their opponents to dodge his grenade since he was throwing it in plain sight, and their opponents were in open space.
He had never expected Liu Zilang to use the sound of an opponent pulling the safety pin of their own grenade to mask his own.
Then, out of everyone's expectations, he used the detonation of his grenade to cause his opponent to block the door. Thus, he caused his opponent's grenade to rebound…
'What the f*ck…
'Everyone looks like an idiot compared to him!
'Where did he come up with all those dirty tricks anyway?'
His fans in the live stream channel were speechless.
Earlier in the match, they had mocked the fanbase players by saying they were not strong enough.
However, the three fanbase players had already taken all the necessary precautions in launching a successful attack. One could even say that other fanbase players could not have done better.
However, still getting outplayed by Liu Zilang in such circ.u.mstances, there was only one explanation…
It was not that the players were weak, but their opponent was too strong!
…
After clearing the three-man team, Liu Zilang and GodV headed out to quickly loot their crates.
A first aid kit, painkillers, a military vest, and a level two helmet…
The fanbase players had not developed their resources after landing. Instead, they got called over to swarm Liu Zilang.
They did not have many items on them, but they were nevertheless better equipped than Liu Zilang.
Liu Zilang had been living hand to mouth ever since the start of the match. Their crates were an absolute feast for him.
Meanwhile, NB211 joined the fray.
He had finished helping 17shou in clearing out the fanbase players that were storming his building.
Earlier, 17shou had been knocked out while trying to perform a 'flying kick'.
Fortunately, he managed to crawl into the building in time to be revived by NB211.
The 'rebel troops' scattered around the residential area saw that the Four Heavenly Chicken Kings had finally gathered together, and they had become almost invincible. They all retreated to safety and observed the situation.
By the time Liu Zilang had finished looting the crates and restored his health, the match had entered its seven-minute mark.
The first circle had begun to shrink.
The fanbase match had started out with eighty-four players. However, only less than forty players were left.
More than half of the players had been eliminated by the first circle. What did it mean?
Someone in the live stream audience happened to glance at the number of survivors on the battlefield. It was the start of another round of messages on the bullet screen!
"F*ck! That's too violent!"
"It's a little scary to think that so many people have died before the first circle…"
"That b*stard Vic is too violent! I think his kill count must be around twenty by now, whether counting those who were directly or indirectly killed by him."
"Probably not that much, but you're not too far off."
"So what's this about turning Vic into a shut-in? Add oil, fellas!"
"I feel sorry for the fanbase players. Looks like they've been made b*tches of the Four Heavenly Chicken Kings already…"
"B*tches of the Chicken Kings LOLOLOL…"
"If this pace continues… don't tell me that the match will end before half-time?"
"…"
The predictions made by the viewers were not illogical.
PUBG had nine blue circles from start to finish. Most chicken dinners happened in the last few circles because a typical player would try to survive for as long as possible, whether it be escaping the blue circle or killing opponents.
Under such circ.u.mstances, the blue circles added an inevitability to the game's conclusion.
In rare circ.u.mstances, several 'macho men' who were more deadly than the blue circle would appear in the game. Then, the other players would challenge them as if they had injected stim packs into themselves.
When such things happened, the game's conclusion was accelerated even faster.
This fanbase match seemed to be of the latter type.
After Liu Zilang's squad had cleared the first wave of opponents, the others did not follow up with their aggression.
As the saying goes, "If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain."
The four players rode on one vehicle each, courtesy of the fanbase players from the first wave. They made rounds within the safe zone, blaring their horns along the way.
When they passed by certain areas, some fanbase players noticed that there was only one of them in each vehicle. Hence, they would fire a shot before observing the situation closely.
They would then find that they had made a mistake.
A big mistake, at that.
Liu Zilang's squad rode vehicles that had high speeds and were versatile. Some of those vehicles were sedans and motorcycles. They also notified each other whenever they discovered an opponent.
However, it was not to request for support.
They were more like a group of predators who were hunting for fresh meat.
The viewers in the live stream channel were on the verge of giving up when they saw this.
Liu Zilang had also finally set up the time delay for his stream. No one could stream-snipe them anymore.
Meanwhile, the four players tore through the place like a band of roaming bandits, taking down opposing squads one by one.
'We're short of a central figure…' Everyone suddenly had fond memories of SharkChilli.
…
After the massacre in the first and second circles, less than twenty people were left standing on the battlefield at the start of the third circle.
Most of the fanbase players had gathered together and hid in Shelter near Prison's Horseshoe Mountain.
The area of the third circle was very small, about 1,500 meters in diameter. On the map, it was about one and a half grids.
Liu Zilang's squad had turned into a 'biker gang'. Everyone was on motorcycles.
They scoured each resource point across the map for opponents, but they found no one.
Finally, they set their eyes on Shelter.
The bullet screen exploded with activity when the viewers saw this!
"That can't be! Everyone is in the Shelter?"
"Why do we even need so many cowards?"
"Heheh, what cowardice? Didn't you tell him to hide earlier?"
"The Chicken Kings are too vicious! F*ck, Vic has 29 kills already?"
"…"
In the match, the four players rode on their motorcycles after determining their next destination. They sped toward Shelter.
Shelter which was next to Prison was highly accessible. In other words, it had four entrances.
The four of them stood outside Shelter and decided to end the match earlier.
Each person in the squad would enter through a separate entrance and leave the rest to fate.
Whoever died was a newbie.
Liu Zilang felt a sense of unease as he approached his assigned entrance. It was an easily defensible spot that was hard to take down.
The long and dark tunnel had no place for him to duck for cover.
As long as someone was aimed at with a gun from the other end, they would end up being perfect for target practice.
However, they had already decided on taking over Shelter by force. There was no turning back for Liu Zilang.
He thought for a bit at the entrance. The next moment, a smoke grenade appeared in his hands.
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