At the foot of Nanshan Hill.
The roar of an engine could be heard!
A two-wheeled motorcycle sped across the plains toward the small wooden house with a red roof and yellow walls.
However, as the distance was getting closer and closer, unexpectedly, the motorcycle did not have the slightest intention of slowing down. Instead, it suddenly sped up!
'It's holding down the Shift button?'
The next moment, under the shocked gazes of countless people!
Liu Zilang leaped into the air from a slope and leaped toward the roof of the small wooden hut.
Clank!
Screech screech!
The motorcycle's front wheel smashed into the roof!
Due to the sudden braking, the motorcycle's front wheel landed on the ground and it was standing on one leg on the roof.
Liu Zilang controlled the motorcycle's balance, causing it to spin a few times on the spot and dissipate the huge impact.
Clank!
The motorcycle's rear wheel landed on the ground and it came to a steady stop on the roof.
"LOLOL, this motorcycle's skill is insane!"
"Three-wheeled Super Ghost and two-wheeled Super God. He lives up to his name!"
"Speaking of which, why is Vic going up to the roof?
Is he going up to the roof for target practice? "
"Ermmm, the roof of this small wooden house isn't that high. Is he sure he won't be used as a target practice target by doing target practice here?"
“.....”
The viewers in the live stream and stadium felt their scalps go numb as they watched the thrilling motorcycle show. However, they quickly calmed down.
After two days of competition, based on their understanding of Liu Zilang, they knew that he was someone who would not get up early if there was nothing to gain.
In a professional competition like this, he would always show off but there would always be a deeper meaning behind his explosively flashy maneuvers.
However, the motorcycle that he was riding on this time …
However, it was a little confusing …
'You can't just shoot at the roof!'
Just as everyone was puzzled, they saw Liu Zilang on the rooftop suddenly jump onto the motorcycle again. He circled around the rooftop in an arc, picked up speed, and dashed out of the house.
'Is he going down?'
Everyone's faces darkened as the corner of their mouths twitched …
'Is he really just showing off his motorcycle skills?'
However, just as the motorcycle was about to fall off the roof, Liu Zilang suddenly jumped off the motorcycle.
Then, he glanced at the top of the hill where the blue circle was. Then, he quietly laid prone on the opposite side of the roof.
In an instant, a strong sense of déjà vu assaulted him.
This was because from the caster's God's perspective, Liu Zilang looked exactly the same as GodV who was sprawled on the bed in his room!
These two were the ultimate sly bastards!
Seeing this unexpected scene, the spectators in the live audience and live stream instantly felt uneasy.
He had been showing off for half a day.
So it was because he wanted to be a sly bastard!
On the commentary platform.
"Ahem … This match of 4AM is quite interesting. GodV and Vic are thinking the same thing."
"I don't think it's the same thing. It's more like 4AM's culture has been led astray by Vic. Don't you guys think that GodV's strategy was a little familiar?"
"Oh … I remember now. Not long ago in the Asia Preliminaries, Vic was the one who led GodV to lie prone on the bed in the wooden house over at the Twelve Temples."
"Hehe, it looks like Vic has really led GodV astray. What do we do now?
GodV definitely knows that someone is above him, but Vic obviously doesn't know that someone is below him. "
"Compared to this, I think it's better to worry about the people who will enter this house later."
"Now that you mention it, I really can't imagine what will happen if someone discovers this house and comes over."
“.....”
The casters' worries were not unfounded. Not long after, many people ran into the Safe Zone from outside the blue circle.
Most of them were just passing by. Obviously, they had no intention of treating the wooden house at the edge of the Safe Zone as their stronghold.
As time passed, the second blue circle started shrinking. The bullet screen of the Chinese live-stream channel was filled with laughter.
"Why do I feel like Vic and GodV are squatting on thin air!"
"Serves them right!
I hate sneaky b * stards at the edge of the blue circle the most! "
However, just as the caster's God's perspective swept over the area, a figure suddenly appeared outside the Safe Zone under the setting sun.
In an instant.
Countless viewers from all over the world had gathered there …
"It's Aluka!"
The casters exclaimed in surprise.
Everyone took a closer look. Who else could it be other than 4AM's Aluka?
At that moment, the Western viewers were still fine with it. However, the viewers in the Chinese live-stream channel were dumbfounded. The bullet screen immediately exploded!
"F * ck f * ck f * ck … Someone actually took the bait?"
"Not only that, but it's one of our own!"
"Bahaha, this is too f * cking realistic, right?"
"As expected of a player from the same team. Only family would enter the same door!"
“.....”
In this match, Aluka had jumped into Pochinki and survived wave after wave of deceit in the alleyways.
At that moment, his hands were stained with blood.
In actual fact, when a player had a high kill count in a solo match, their mentality would often become uncontrollably inflated. In their own words, it was to get the hang of the game.
Once they got the hang of the game, they could do anything!
However, they often neglected a problem. In an FPS professional match, one could not lack the hang of the game, but one could not rely too much on the hang of the game.
That was because anything that one relied on would often become the grave that was dug for them in the match.
Obviously, Aluka was not that kind of inflated player. In this match, not only did the few kills in Pochinki not make him inflated, but it also made him more clear-headed.
Therefore, he played steadily in this match, camping at the edge of the blue circle every round.
At that moment, when he saw the small wooden house with a red roof and yellow walls, Aluka instantly calmed down.
He observed his surroundings as he ran.
Soon, Aluka was close to the wooden house.
The doors and windows of the small wooden house were tightly shut. It did not look like there was anyone inside. However, Aluka was not careless. He sneaked a peek through the window, then pretended that he had found someone inside and fired a few shots.
However, after a series of actions, the house was as quiet as usual.
'Looks like there's no one here.' Aluka thought to himself. 'I'll just wait here for the next circle to refresh.'
Creak!
Aluka pushed open the door of the small wooden house. The first thing he saw was a first aid kit and an energy drink.
Seeing that the small wooden house seemed to have some development value, he could not help but search around the house.
Soon, he arrived at the bedroom door.
The next moment, Aluka casually pushed open the door. A person lying prone on the bed with a gun in his hand suddenly leaped into view!
'F * ck!'
Aluka's heart quivered!
He quickly reacted.
The instant his opponent spat out a mouthful of fire, he did not choose to retaliate. Instead, he quickly closed the door.
However, amidst the whistling sound of bullets, the wooden door was soon shot into sawdust. At that moment, Liu Zilang rushed up from the roof.
At that moment, he was so excited that he was like an Old Liu who purposely pretended to be on a business trip and hid in his closet, finally catching the Old Wang who came from next door …