Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 16: The Umbrella King

Soon, a burly character player dashed out from the abandoned building after looting.

Just as they were about to call their partner to run, they were shot at by Tuantuan, who swiftly turned and fired.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of the M416 startled the opponent.

Unfortunately, the title of "Douyu's No. 1 Stewardess" and "Parachuting Little Fairy" wasn't just for show.

Despite preemptively aiming, Tuantuan's shooting skills fluctuated between good and bad. This time, they missed most shots, hitting only once.

The opponent was evidently a pro, considering the 2000-point match.

Unfazed by the ambush, they immediately engaged Tuantuan head-on.

The opponent's marksmanship surpassed Tuantuan's and ended up knocking them down instead.

"Ah!!! Big bro, please don't kill me!"

The familiar sound of pig squealing echoed, filling the live broadcast with laughter.

"Hahaha, terrible marksmanship!"

"The Umbrella King isn't just a title; Stewardess Squad is about to board another flight."

"That shooting is terrifying; it could scare someone to death."

"That dude must be thinking: Are you kidding me?"

...

Jiang Siming didn't hear the pig squealing. Seeing his customer fall, he swiftly emerged from the left, sidestepped, aimed, and shot.

Bang bang!

Only two shots were fired, and the opponent fell. Tuantuan was lucky not to be finished off by him.

"Nice! Bro, you're awesome! Quick, help me up~"

Tuantuan was surprised; she didn't expect this guy to be somewhat skilled, promptly coming to provide support.

She didn't notice Jiang Siming had only fired two shots, both hitting the head.

Her sole focus was on surviving; her will to live was incredibly strong.

"Hold on, another person is coming."

Instead of helping her up immediately, Jiang Siming turned and rushed into the residential area.

Just acquired the "Reaction Speed Talent," he wasn't afraid of getting stuck, confident that nobody had faster reflexes!

Seeing Jiang Siming run towards him, the remaining guy sneered.

This wasn't FPP mode; as long as he got stuck, he believed Jiang Siming was as good as dead!

As Jiang Siming approached closer, that guy skillfully leaned out from the corner of the glitch point's crate, ready to execute Jiang Siming.

Unfortunately, Jiang Siming had shot off the opponent's level 2 helmet, forgetting about it during the fight. So, he was still sporting an empty noggin.

"Little brother, take this helmet. You saved me; it's a thank-you gift."

Jiang Siming wanted to decline but seeing the insistence, he graciously accepted and put it on.

He didn't like to politely decline with empty words, so since the other person offered, he agreed.

Tuantuan was also very happy; she liked Jiang Siming's personality. He wasn't overly polite but respected her.

This aspect was much better than Chen Sigou. One understood and respected boundaries, maintaining a reasonable distance. The other shamelessly got too close, used all means to flatter, without considering her feelings.

The difference between the two was clear; anyone would make the right choice.

After putting on the helmet, Jiang Siming also got a car left by the opponent here.

The two got in the car to drive around while carrying out their strategy. Tuantuan's mood was extremely high along the way; she even started singing for the audience, but it was through keystrokes, and Jiang Siming couldn't hear it.

Jiang Siming took on the role of the driver.

This was at Tuantuan's request; she knew her driving skills were more of the "road killer" type, so she didn't plan on driving herself.

Jiang Siming stepped on the accelerator, and the car raced away. They were driving toward the wreckage of an airplane, on a desert map with ups and downs, full of pits and sand dunes.

Tuantuan was prepared for a few health drops, sitting ready for the inevitable collision. After all, it was difficult to drive in such a place, especially with a sports car with a very low base.

However, to their surprise, the Ferrari, which had an extremely low base and couldn't even climb hills, strolled effortlessly on these steep and uneven sand dunes under Jiang Siming's control.

Forget losing health; not even a skid occurred.

The speed remained consistently above 110 miles per hour. Tuantuan even managed to take a painkiller during this wild ride...

"Master driver!"

"Wow, your driving skills are amazing! At least a ten-year driving experience, right?"

"Seeing this, I want to slap my boyfriend who always drives recklessly when we play chicken dinner!"

"These driving skills are as good as Dumb Little Sister's 'boyfriend'."

"Similar voice, similar driving skills. Could it actually be him?"

...

The car suddenly slowed down when passing through an open area.

"What's wrong?" asked Tuantuan, puzzled, while leisurely gnawing on chicken feet.

"Somebody's looting an airdrop. Should we take them down?" Jiang Siming asked, after all, the decision to engage or not was up to the customer.

"An airdrop! That's a dream! How could we not go? Let's go!" Tuantuan immediately put down the chicken feet and wiped her greasy hands.

Jiang Siming complied, driving directly towards the distant airdrop. However, when they were about 300 meters away from the opposite side, he stopped.

"Stop this far? I can't shoot from here. Can we get closer?" Tuantuan said with a distressed face.

Beyond a hundred meters, her sniper was practically useless, let alone at this three-hundred-meter distance.