Chapter 86： US service designed to kill foreigners

086. A US service designed to kill foreigners

Jiang Siming went back happily, thinking about which game to write tonight.

Whether it's "Dragon Babu" or "World of Warcraft", or even a legend, anyway, as long as it is a popular online game, you can change your account and sell it for nothing.

Enter the game lobby, this is the island map, all players are gathered on the birth island.

Jiang Siming looked up and realized that he hadn't noticed just now and clicked on the four-row pattern.

Because I was playing with Duan Tuan Tuan, I drove four rows. Jiang Siming didn't change it just now, so it was in a four-row mode.

Considering that points will be deducted if you quit the game, Jiang Siming plans to play four rows.

It's just a handful, maybe it can match three big breasted American girls.

But it turns out that Jiang Siming thinks too much. There are three rough men, who speak American English, and are American.

"Hey buddy, where are you from?" the other party asked in English, with a friendly tone, it looked like they were in three rows.

"Huaxia." Jiang Siming replied, there is no need to conceal it, I am a Huaxia and I am proud.

"Oh! Huaxia people? Really? I like Huaxia so much! My dream is to travel to Huaxia!"

Unexpectedly, the other party shouted out in surprise, and spared no effort to praise China.

The other two people are the same. They both spoke to say that Huaxia is really a good place and the people of Huaxia are very friendly, etc.

Jiang Siming naturally had no precautions. Although he was not proud of it, he was able to communicate with the three in a friendly manner.

At this point, the audience discovered another skill of Jiang Siming!

"Fuck you! Don't ask me why I am so incoherent and don't want to explain."

"Myojin can speak English! This spoken language is completely London-like, a perfect one!"

"Unlock another new skill of Myojin, with super high English level!"

"Damn, the otaku who plays the game can speak two foreign languages, so why do we like otaku?"

"These three American friends are good, Myojin can consider taking them to eat a wave of chicken."

...

Regarding Jiang Siming's knowledge of English, the discussion was quite enthusiastic.

However, because of the triumph of these three Americans towards China, everyone's topic quickly turned back, and they all felt bright.

The beautiful country of Zu is so loved by people abroad, and they feel that they have a face.

The plane set sail, and the first American who spoke just now marked a remote spot.

"Friends from Huaxia, are you really from Huaxia? Why is your spoken language so good." Number One confirmed again and again, as if trying to clarify something.

"Can't you be a Chinese native if you speak good language?" Jiang Siming asked, feeling a little strange, but didn't think much.

One immediately denied it and apologized again and again, with a very sincere attitude.

"Of course not, my friend, you misunderstood. I just rarely meet Huaxia people. I want to hear something interesting and interesting about Huaxia from their mouths. I like it too much! As for my mistakes just now, I asked You apologize."

"That's not necessary." Seeing that the other party's attitude was so correct, Jiang Siming dispelled that little doubt.

The four of them landed in the marked town, and Jiang Siming entered a room and started searching.

Strangely, the other three people were not far away from him, and they all searched him.

Jiang Siming, who is always thinking about which online game will make money for chip copy, doesn't care.

Just after searching the house, Number One ran towards him and shouted excitedly: "Friend, I found 98k, but I don't know how to play, give it to you!"

This American is really good. It doesn't seem to be like those on the barrage that the American service is unfriendly.

Jiang Siming also thought that the other party was going to give him a gun, but his gratitude stopped before he could say it.

In front of the black and white screen, Jiang Siming fell to the ground with a 98k bullet in his head, lying helplessly on the ground.

At this time, the three teammates who had been warm, friendly and kind-hearted collectively ridiculed themselves.

"Hahaha! Huaxia Monkey, do you really think we are good to you? You Huaxia Pig!"

"Hua Xia, how does it feel to be deceived? I have slapped you Hua Xia so much, now I can't kill you too much, hahaha."

"Weilis, how many Chinese monkeys did we kill today?"

"Oh God, I counted, it seems to be the fifth, no, it's the sixth, but it's so cool to kill these Chinese monkeys!"

"Look at their trusting and harmless eyes, and then give them a fatal blow, a blow to the head, Willis, is your live broadcast room going to skyrocket?"

"Hey, drag the blessing of these Chinese monkeys, my live broadcast room is booming!"

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Listening to the unbridled ridicule and laughter of these three people, Jiang Siming's face turned gloomy for the first time.

There is no happiness or anger in the plain, watery expression, but if someone familiar with Jiang Siming knows, this is when he really gets angry!

The audience was also surprised at first by this sudden change, and then angry.

"I **** Yankee! These dog things are so **** cheap!"

"First deceive trust, and then kill, how can there be such a disgusting person?"

"Myojin was careless, and he didn't expect that the other party would make a sudden move."

"This is the normal state of the US server's double-row or four-row mode. Recently, there have been such anchors that kill foreigners in the US server. Among them, the anchors who kill the Chinese are the most, and many people watch it."

"Race discrimination has always existed in the United States since ancient times. These fair-skinned people look down on anyone else."

"I really want to give me a machine gun to these three!"

"Pity me Mingshen, this confession is lost."

...

The audience was filled with righteous indignation, but Jiang Siming still didn't speak or quit the game, just watching the three Yankees dancing around him tauntingly.

"This Huaxia Monkey hasn't quit the game yet."

"You won't be scared by us to pee your pants, hahaha."

"Maybe crying, looking for mother, quack."

The three of them still laughed happily, without any guilt at all.

Finally, Jiang Siming, who had not uttered any more, spoke.

"Three white-skinned pigs, very good. You successfully annoyed me. As long as I match them, I will kill you into dead **** raised by bitches."

Jiang Siming's counterattack sounded sonorously and interrupted the laughter of the three Yankees.

"Haha, little monkey, go back to your Asian server as soon as possible."

"Want to match us? I don't think you know how to die!"

"I would rather continue to match you, Huaxia Pig, your presence has made my live broadcast room reach the highest level of popularity, don't get me wrong, they are not sympathetic to you, they think I killed you too beautifully, both Clapping, hahahaha..."

Jiang Siming didn't talk nonsense with them anymore, and quit the game directly.