At this point, they didn't care about whether it was honorable or not. As long as they could kill him, they would use any dirty trick without hesitation.
Jiang Siming remained calm, hiding behind a rock, and pulled out another grenade.
Facing the cara, Jiang Siming's eyes were extrely focused, muttering sothing under his breath as if calculating so data.
"Now!" After shouting that, Jiang Siming tossed the grenade into the air.
But the grenade wasn't thrown at the enemy's feet; instead, it was thrown at a large tree, where it ricocheted.
The direction of the ricochet was perfectly aid at the faces of two AG team mbers.
The mont the grenade exploded, the two AG mbers were blown several ters away, their faces unrecognizable, lying on the ground and waiting for help.
Two mbers down before even getting close. AG wasn't going to take this loss quietly.
"You revive them, I'll throw grenades. If he can throw grenades, so can we!"
The AG captain gritted his teeth as he took out a grenade from his waist, held it for a mont, and threw it toward Jiang Siming's cover.
Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded that left global viewers speechless!
Facing the incoming grenade, Jiang Siming didn't dodge; instead, he put away his gun.
In his hand appeared a frying pan. Yes, a frying pan.
Everyone thought Jiang Siming was too nervous and switched to the wrong item by mistake.
But in the next mont, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.
Jiang Siming, holding the frying pan, swung it like a hamr at the grenade that was about to land at his feet. The frying pan and the grenade collided perfectly!
The grenade rebounded! Yes, it rebounded right back to the AG captain's feet!
The [Projectile Rebound] skill was used at that mont, and the effect was trendous.
AG never imagined they'd be killed by their own grenade.
As the AG captain fell to the ground, he still couldn't figure out whose grenade it was. He thought it was thrown by Jiang Siming.
Seeing Jiang Siming not moving, he was certain his grenade would kill him. He even laughed excitedly.
"He's dead! He's dead! I blew him up too!"
But after saying that for a while, he never heard the sound of a grenade going off near Jiang Siming.
"Captain, he used the frying pan to hit your grenade back..." the last remaining AG team mber explained bitterly.
"Impossible! You throw one! Stop reviving them, if you keep reviving, he'll rush us!" The AG captain didn't believe it; he thought it was just luck.
The teammate had no choice but to abandon the revive and pulled out a grenade to throw at Jiang Siming.
*Bang!*
The grenade hit the frying pan with a muffled sound and rebounded.
The last AG team mber fell, still mumbling, "See? I told you it was real."
With that, all three teams, a total of eleven people, were killed by Jiang Siming.
The kill notification at the top right of the screen lasted for over a minute, and it left the other teams in shock for just as long.
For the first ti, the two official comntators remained silent after soone scored kills.
It wasn't that they didn't want to speak; they didn't know what words to use anymore.
Jiang Siming had wiped out three teams in a row. The way he wiped out the first two teams was impressive gunplay, but the way he wiped out AG was simply unprecedented and would likely never be seen again.
"Let's talk about the last wave, how did he do that?" The bearded comntator finally spoke after a long silence.
"He first threw the grenade at the tree, using the ricochet to maximize the damage and making sure the explosion wouldn't be blocked by any cover."
"And then you saw it—he used the frying pan to bat two grenades back at them. Yes, he batted them back."
The hook-nosed comntator couldn't help but cover his face, looking utterly flabbergasted as if his whole understanding of the world had been turned upside down.
After two or three years of comntary, they had never seen such bizarre tactics.
"I think Ming is an inventor, an inventor of PUBG. His thinking is so out of the box. I can guarantee that no one would dare to try this in previous competitions, and it'll be the sa for future ones." The bearded comntator admired him imnsely.
For now, Jiang Siming paid no attention to the heated discussions outside and focused entirely on looting the items.
Eleven loot boxes dropped seven fragnts, scattered like flowers blooming all over the place, shining in all sorts of colors.
Four were gold, two were red, and the last one was black!
The four gold fragnts already offered generous rewards; three of them were [Chanel Flagship Stores], and he had now completed a full collection for one store.
The other was a French restaurant, but he needed two more fragnts to complete that collection.
The two red fragnts were also [Beginner Painting] fragnts, and he was just one short of completing that.
Finally, there was the black fragnt. Jiang Siming always liked what ca out of the black fragnts.
They were always black technology items, products from an alternate dinsion that surpassed Earth's current technology.
"Picked up black technology series — [Small Stock Trend Chart] black fragnt*1 (1/1), fragnt count complete, can be used imdiately."
[Small Stock Trend Chart]: Displays the latest small-scale stock trend curve, predicting the maximum price increase for that stock.
Note: You cannot invest more than 10 million per stock. If you exceed this limit and the stock fluctuates, you will bear the responsibility yourself.
Additional Note: The stock trend chart updates once every 30 days.
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Jackpot, jackpot!
Jiang Siming couldn't stop grinning.
Ten million—if the stock doubles, he could earn 20 million in a month. If it triples, he could make 30 million.
Stocks can easily shoot up several or even dozens of tis in value. So strong stocks can skyrocket hundreds or even thousands of tis overnight.
Of course, Jiang Siming was self-aware. These were small stocks, so the increase wouldn't be that outrageous, but a tenfold rise was still a possibility.
Even if the stocks only doubled, Jiang Siming could still earn 20 million a month—earning money while practically lying down!
However, he'd need a trader or sothing to manage it, as he didn't have the skills for that. He figured he might have to set up a small company to handle it later.
"I love these black fragnts! They're treasures among treasures," Jiang Siming humd happily in his heart.
At this rate, the financial gains from the gold and black fragnts would allow him to surpass Zhao Xuan's wealth in just a few years.
After picking up so extra ammo, Jiang Siming decided to keep looking for fights. If he wasn't in a fight, he felt uncomfortable.
Jiang Siming's footsteps covered almost the entire island map; he had visited every city.
Twenty minutes later, the sixth circle of the electric zone had already closed in, and only seven players remained.
This was the match with the fewest remaining players, because most of the kills were in Jiang Siming's hands.
He had already killed 28 people, solidifying his reputation as a "killing demon."
For professional players, this was an insult to his na.
But for the thousands of viewers, it was a term of endearnt!
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