PUBG Nightmare Player System

Dragon God is the most 4am manager and was once a super game enthusiast, but from the emergence of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds to the current development situation, he still has not seen a genius like Ye Lang.

Ye Lang's ideas are wild and imaginative, and all the props in this game can be his weapon.

The things that ordinary people throw away like a shoe can play infinite magical effects in his hands.

For example, the pan blocks bullets.

Such as this magical Molotov cocktail.

At this time, the Dragon God looked at Ye Lang's eyes as if he was looking at his little wife. Such a player must be protected like a panda.

This is the baby of professional circles!

In the smoke, the fire burned fiercely.

Wei Shen immediately commanded: "If you have a good gun, they dare to show up and shoot! I don't believe that they will choose to be burned alive."

"After brushing the circle, Ye Lang moved."

Ye Lang backhanded the last Molotov cocktail, then calmly said, "Betting on a dollar, I won't die."

"Great!"

The poison circle ran over Yelang, Ye Lang's mission was crazy and blood loss, making a stinging sound.

Ye Lang didn't panic at all, counting down silently in his heart, "3, 2, 1."

The picture was still, and when Ye Lang had the last trace of blood, the eight characters crossed the screen.

"Good luck, eat chicken tonight!"

Sure enough, IFTY chose to fight with the fire.

This is understandable. Going out must die. There may be a chance to fight drugs, although the chance is very small.

"Ding Dong, nightmare value +3800, nightmare value +4700, nightmare value +4000, nightmare value +3300."

An angry roar came from the 4am base.

"Brothers!"

"Brothers, beep!"

"Ate another chicken!"

At this moment, Ye Lang couldn't manage so much and plunged into the system, instantly staring at Venus, ecstatic.

"A training match, 83,100 nightmare points! I made a fortune!"

This kind of competition, please go on and bomb me!

It's so fragrant!

Wei Shen squeezed Ye Lang's shoulder, "Ye Shen is good, right? How many kills?"

"Fuck! 25!"

"WDNMD!"

Several people opened their eyes wide, looking at the numbers on Ye Lang's screen, lost in thought.

In this training match, almost all the top teams were there, and Ye Lang killed 25.

"Yeshen, you broke the domestic training kill record." Aluka swallowed, looking at Ye Lang with horror, the excitement in his eyes is self-evident.

"I was also forced, if it wasn't for Wei Shen to parachute early, how would I know that there are so many people in the airport."

Ye Lang shrugged, helplessly spreading his hands, as if Jordan said helplessly after hitting ten goals in a row, "There is no way, today God lets me score goals, and I don't want to."

Wei Shen's face showed a rare relaxation. At first, he wanted to stimulate the fighting spirit of the elderly players and compete with Ye Lang.

But in this case, Wei Shen quickly analyzed the situation. His team did not skip the airport during this period. In order to avoid them, other teams went to the airport to fight to death.

This change is like a butterfly effect. This butterfly is of course Yelang.

He has become a buddha now. Ye Lang, you are a beep. I can't be your opponent. If I can't beat you, I will let you join us!

Thinking of this, Wei Shen laughed out a pig cry again.

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"I really took it, he's the only one at the airport?" The FPLG team was dumbfounded.

"The four of us were killed by him alone? Didn't he take a gun? Did he take an Italian cannon?"

Liu Lan is a native of Sichuan and Shu area, and his speech has a funny taste that can't go away.

The other team members were silent. They knew that Liu Lan was absolutely not joking.

When I was not joking, in this tone, yin and yang were in harmony, and the flavor was very strong.

...

The RMG team was also silent.

"My, my, my brothers, I'm such a stubborn guy. I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that Gao Dewei with thick eyebrows and big eyes would also trick me into this trick. He is not foolish at all."

Captain MLG said that the whole pot, for a while, the atmosphere of the base became relaxed.

If you lose this game, there is another one.

If Ye Lang was here, he would definitely say, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you lose one game, you can lose the next one!"

...

The ENG team is completely autistic.

"This Ye Lang, we must **** him in the next game! No training results! Damn, I don't believe it!"

"Yes, we must take revenge!" KILL echoed. He was most embarrassed. As a foreign aid of ENG, his signing fee was not low. Ye Lang did not say that the team was killed in the first professional game, and the second game has not yet landed. It becomes a box, which is simply a shame.

"Yes, I don't have a good mentality to play what kind of career, it doesn't matter if I lose, just come back!"

"Yes, our goal this year is to compete for the championship. This is a team game, and Ye Lang can't get over the big wave alone."

...

The 17 team is used to the ups and downs, and the base is still relaxed, but Dajing and Ma Niuniu are a little unhappy. As a tough team, it feels uncomfortable to fall down before shooting.

The IFTY and SSS teams have already joined the wheat at this time.

"Big brother, what's the matter?" Zhou Lili was surprised.

A+'s dull voice sounded, "We don't need this, we only have one goal, to kill Ye Lang, I will ventilate with other teams."

Zhou Lili: "No, brother, isn't it bad?"

"Our two teams appear steadily, what are you afraid of."

Before the third game started, Ye Lang was excited.

"This time, kill 25 more and you will be able to complete the task. The double happiness is really memorable."

Sure enough, it was a professional game, and the experience was different. This feeling made Ye Lang's blood start to boil.

However, he did not know that he had become a real target.

"Knock down Ye Lang, reward 10,000, kill Ye Lang, reward 20,000! Although it is not much, I will be a lucky winner."

Several large teams have reached a consensus at this time. On the Jedi Island, Ye Lang suddenly sneezed, "Who misses me again?"

"Who misses you? I think I hate you." Wei Shen yin and Yang became strange.

Ye Lang curled his mouth, "I must be thinking about me, how could they hate me for such a handsome person."

"Yeshen, don't say anything, I feel that my vocabulary is not enough."

"Yeah, yeah, get on the plane!"

The third training match has begun!

"This is normal, we jump to P City."

Wei Shen's expression became serious: "Block the public domain, focus on it, and play in the game."

"no problem!"

"Roger that!"

Ye Lang suddenly sat down right now, "Serious, serious, iron-like discipline!"

"Don't leave the team for a while."

Wei Shen rolled his eyes, Ye Lang charged up, and the ten bulls couldn't hold back. It was the third game, and many teams were serious. This was the time to test the team's strength.

"understand!"

The plane at this time has exploded.

"Whoever finds Ye Lang, just yell, I don't believe it."

"The 17 team received."

"Sss received."

"RMG received."

"ENG received."

"Ye Lang is our number one kill target, gogogo!"

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