Chapter 699 - Liu Zilang, Always There to Lend A Helping Hand

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

There was a player on both sides of the airdrop crate, and they were from different teams.

Having it been a professional tournament, the scenes that followed were truly mind-boggling. Some might have even claimed that they were colluding.

If Li Muqiu had gotten wind of it, he would have been the first one to protest loudly,

“I, Li Muqiu, did not collude with anyone!”

Unfortunately, at that moment, he was still basking in the joy of finding a Kar98K and a level two helmet. He happily donned the helmet and replaced the shotgun in his hands with the Kar98K.

However, Liu Zilang had left him an empty gun. Not only did it not have any attachments, but there it also had no ammo. Evidently, Li Muqiu did not have any 7.62mm bullets on him.

‘It would be nice if I had some ammo.’ Li Muqiu smacked his lips as he equipped the gun.

The thought of it had just surfaced in his mind when suddenly, thirty 7.62mm bullets appeared in the inventory list of the airdrop crate.

Li Muqiu was dumbfounded when he saw the bullets.

‘What’s this?

‘Did I miss them earlier?’

The grenade he threw earlier and the long period of peace had given him the wrong impression that there was no one around.

Li Muqiu did not expect anyone to be near him, what more for a person to be only a crate away from him.

Liu Zilang saw that the person next to him was happily looting the crate. However, his line of fire was obstructed and he could not hit him.

He did not know who the person was, but there were no mediocre professional players.

He had looked upon his opponents’ intelligence condescendingly many times, but he had never underestimated his opponents’ sense of hearing even once.

With so little health left, he dared not move a single step. His opponent would definitely react the instant he did.

He had an idea as he remembered that the gun he had thrown away had no bullets.

Looking at how poor his opponent was, he had guessed that his opponent did not have any bullets as well. As such, he stretched out a helping hand to lure him in…

As expected, Li Muqiu was overjoyed when he saw the thirty bullets in the crate. He knelt on the ground to look for more items.

‘Did they come from under the crate?’ Li Muqiu subconsciously rubbed his chin. ‘Hm… maybe they’re behind the crate.’

He started moving again, this time going around the crate.

From his first-person’s perspective, he suddenly saw a shadow appear in front of him.

Li Muqiu was shocked, and he lifted his head.

Without warning, a thick extra-long noise-suppressed M24 was shoved into his mouth. However, it looked like he had willingly accepted it…

(҂‾▵‾)︻デ═一(˚▽˚’!)/

‘Oh my f*cking f*ck!’ Li Muqiu’s eyes bulged in their sockets!

Before he could react, his opponent fired a shot!

Splat!

The unique sound of a noise-suppressed M24 rang out. It was crisp and persistent, just like a stapler.

Li Muqiu had not yet even warmed the level two helmet on his head when it shattered into a million pieces. A spout of bright red blood spurted out from his skull!

‘What the f*cking hell?’

Li Muqiu suddenly felt like crap after being killed by a single headshot!

Meanwhile, Liu Zilang shook his head and attached an ‘Idiot’ label to his opponent.

He was stunned when he saw the idiot’s name in the kill notification!

‘What… the hell?’

He buried his face in his computer screen and dared not look away.

Both of them were players seated in the Asian region of the competitors’ seats. Even though there was some distance between them, Li Muqiu had to stand up leave his seat after being eliminated.

He was sure that Li Muqiu was glaring at him for pulling off such a trick. Thus, he needed to focus on his screen to avoid Li Muqiu’s gaze attack.

Evidently, Li Muqiu had indeed glared at Liu Zilang for a long while. However, that damned kid did not lift his head away from his computer screen.

Hence, at that time, Li Muqiu could only keep the grudge within him and leave the stage in frustration…

On the commentary platform, Lord Rong sucked in a mouthful of cold air after witnessing the scene.

“Tsk tsk… Vic has shown us a page from the Textbook of Cunning Tricks!

“Yup, just follow its instructions!”

Ruo Feng also looked stunned. “A true master of cunning tricks doesn’t go around shooting people. Instead, they wait for people to send their heads right up to their guns,” he exclaimed.

“Heheh, that kid can give people headaches sometimes.” Su Changming shook his head while trying hard not to laugh. “Now that we’re almost at the end of the first circle, we’ll see where the next circle refreshes to.”

While the commentators spoke, the blue circle coincided with the boundary of the safe zone.

The circle refreshed!

“Oh! It’s a tangential circle in the southwestern area of the map. The safe zone now covers the wheat fields south of Pochinki, Georgopol, and the V-shaped trenches.”

“Yup. There are still 81 players left on the battlefield. However, I think that in this solo tournament, battles won’t break out as late in the game as squad or duo tournaments.”

“That’s right. All 81 players are squads of their own. They won’t be able to occupy areas as large as they normally do in duo or squad tournaments. This means that we can expect a lot of skirmishes and fights to break out whenever they need to move.”

“Many players outside the safe zone are starting to make a move. It’s a large circle, and there’s no need to wait for too long.”

“…”

In the match, after the circle had refreshed, Liu Zilang glanced at the map and quickly ran toward the motorcycle that Jembty had bequeathed him with.

The caster’s camera had not yet shifted away from him when the live stream viewers started sending messages across the bullet screen.

“F*ck! Vic has finally gotten his two-wheeled motorcycle!”

“Motorcycle? Are Vic’s driving skills sufficient enough for him to ride a motorcycle?”

“Yeah, I was stupefied when I saw Vic drive to his grave in the third match yesterday with a three-wheeled motorcycle.”

“Heheh, you must be new here. He’s a god on the two-wheeled motorcycle and a devil on the three-wheeled motorcycle.”

“Vic’s motorcycle skills are a sight to behold. Not only can he outrun his teammates’ question marks, but he also can outrun Heavenly Fire!”

“…”

On the slope, a motorcycle engine roared to life!

Liu Zilang revved up the accelerator. Then, he zig-zagged his way downhill to build up momentum and reached the maximum speed in the shortest amount of time.

To enter the safe zone from his position, he had to cross a mountain range, make a detour around the wheat fields east of Pochinki, turn at the crossroads and then head toward the west bridge that led toward Sosnovka Island.

As the fastest vehicle in PUBG, not many people could hit a motorcycle at full speed unless the motorcycle was heading directly toward them.

Liu Zilang sped his way toward the edge of the safe zone.

His objective was a small wooden house that was at the foot of a hill south of Pochinki. It had a red roof and yellow walls.

However, what Liu Zilang did not know was…

There was a man named 4AM-GodV silently lying prone on the bed in that wooden house’s bedroom, that man was like a two-hundred-pound baby that was sleeping…

The muzzle of the AKM in his hands was aimed at the wooden door.

The live stream viewers were dumbfounded when they saw the uncanny scene.

‘Wait a second…

‘Where have I seen this before?’

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