Chapter 1207: Immortals Show the Way, Drunken Man Picks up a Gun! (Part 1)

In a single-row match, if you can't become the "strongest soloking", it might be a very good thing if you can become the man who kills the "strongest soloking".

Unfortunately, there are more than one people who have this idea.

In this way, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are bloody storms.

Once the gunshots on the river bank sounded, they never stopped.

Everyone wants to kill Liu Zilang, provided that he can survive, which means that he must first kill the potential threats around him.

Not far from the shore, Liu Zilang, squatting behind the little sheep, held the AWM in his hand.

He opened the eight-fold scope and secretly looked at the river bank, hesitating about which lucky kid to give this bullet.

He looked left and right for a long time, and just saw a man wearing a level 3 helmet ready to pull the trigger.

Unexpectedly, before he fired a shot, the other party suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground with a backward fall.

Damn!

Why can't I even send out a single AWM bullet?

Liu Zilang's eyes twitched, he took a deep breath, and continued to look for the next target.

He also lowered his standards and did not pursue a level 3 helmet.

Now, as long as the opponent has a level 2 helmet, he will send out the last bullet without hesitation.

But what made Liu Zilang upset was that he aimed at two or three targets in a row, and as soon as he pulled the crosshairs over, the opponent fell to the ground.

There was no way, there was neither a shelter nor an obstacle blocking the line of sight on the river bank. Although there was a flaming wall in the middle, the wind, rain, and bullets could enter the wall.

Not only can it enter, but it can also pass through.

With Shroud's previous experience, the many players who came ashore fought fiercely, which can be seen from the almost hysterical tone of the commentary desk.

"Oh my god! Too fast! The loss rate is really too fast!"

"Another one was killed, now there are only seven people left on the field!"

"Vic's position is too good, no one cares about him at all."

"Alas! It seems that God wants Vic to win the game."

"There is no way, there is really no way."

Amid the commentator's sigh, the remaining seven people also lost quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, only four people were left, including Liu Zilang.

"Tsk tsk, Vic just got a lot of heads in this wave."

"His position is the shooting position, and he is so powerful with the SLR."

"The two remaining people on the river bank are TSM's Viss and Faze's Mxey. These two are really strong. They actually survived this melee and Vic's cold gun."

"That's right. The position they are lying on now can barely be regarded as a cover. I wonder if they can complete this wave of beheading and slaying the dragon."

"Wait! That's not right! Didn't they say there were four people? Why are there only two people on the river besides Vic?"

Xiaoxiao's words immediately reminded everyone. Everyone looked at it carefully, and for a moment, they couldn't help but be stunned.

At this moment, the director's camera suddenly turned to the southwest behind Liu Zilang.

What jumped into everyone's eyes was a figure in a ghillie suit, lying on the ground with a sister control in his arms, moving forward little by little.

On the commentary desk, Rong Ye couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh! It's Miccoy from North America's Ghost!"

Xika looked at the big screen, scratched his head in confusion, and said with surprise, "Wow! When did this guy get there? It looks like he got an airdrop."

"I know."

Xiaoxiao suddenly snapped his fingers, "Miccoy probably didn't join the Avengers army at all. He has been in the south of the Yin-Yang Circle since the beginning."

Xika's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded immediately, "Hey! It seems that there really is such a possibility Yes!"

"Tsk, then this Miccoy is quite fresh and refined."

Xiaoxiao suddenly clapped her hands and spoke quickly, "Now Vic's attention is focused on the river, Miccoy has a good chance this time!"

When Rong Ye heard Xiaoxiao's words, he couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile on his face, "I didn't expect that everyone tried so hard to get Vic but failed, and in the end, someone who didn't intend to get him succeeded. PUBG really still needs to rely on luck."

Hearing Rong Ye's words, Xiaoxiao and Xika couldn't help but nod.

......

A warm breeze blew over the grass by the river.

The wind blew, the grass was low, and no cattle or sheep were seen.

There was only a straw man lying there quietly, as if it had merged with the surrounding environment.

At this moment, Miccoy's heart was clear, without any restlessness. He looked like a round dewdrop lying quietly on the leaves in the early morning, as if he had known his fate long ago.

Miccoy is not a competitive person, which can be seen from the fact that he still had the leisure to chase his dream and pick up airdrops in this final game. He is one of the few relatively calm players among the many irritable guys in Europe and the United States.

Until he saw the back of the man in the final circle, at this moment, Miccoy understood a truth.

Some things.

are inevitable.

Unconsciously, his heart began to beat faster, and there seemed to be some restless factors in the blood flowing in his body calling him to complete a destined mission.

That is to chop off that man's head, pick up the face lost in the three games in the European and American regions, and revive the glory of European and American men...

Uh, why is this weird.

In any case, Miccoy, who was crawling on the grass and moving forward little by little, felt the call of the times, and the MK14 in his hand was also a little eager to move.

On the European and American host platform in the venue, the two commentators had just congratulated Liu Zilang in advance, but when they saw that there seemed to be a player on their side who could do something, they immediately became excited!

"Hold on, hold on! You must hold on!"

"Don't panic, buddy. Leave the task of attracting firepower to Viss and Mxey."

"That's right! You have only one goal, and that is to kill Vic!"

"Haha, I can already imagine Vic's surprised look after being killed!"

"Oh my God, that must be a wonderful feeling!"

"Oh! Beautiful! TSM's Viss and Vic are fighting, and this attraction is crucial."

"Faze's Mxey also started from the flank!"

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Bang-bang-bang!

In a blink of an eye, Liu Zilang's SLR and Viss's SKS fired at each other. Viss made the last powerful attack, and he never fell down again after getting up.

In one word, tough!

At the moment the gunshot rang out, the Chinese side was fine, but the commentators on the European and American sides suddenly became excited.

Although the commentators must be fair and objective as much as possible, it does not affect their support for the players in their own regions.

Even if Miccoy beats Liu Zilang and wins the chicken dinner, he still has no hope of winning the championship. But if he can break his chicken dinner streak, it will be a powerful shot in the arm for the European and American regions whose morale is a bit low on the first day of the competition!

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