Bob heard about Willis’s ordeal and imdiately laughed mockingly, "Willis, you’re supposed to be a mid-tier strear, yet you can’t even handle such a small matter. How pathetic."
Although Willis was displeased, the other party was a big-shot strear, and he didn’t dare to provoke him. Besides, he still needed to ask for favors.
"I can help you, but it’ll cost you three thousand dollars," Bob demanded, starting with a high price.
Three thousand dollars, that was the money he could earn from streaming in half a month.
Streaming abroad was different from streaming dostically; apart from those big strears, there were very few gift givers. Three thousand dollars was already a lot.
Although Willis was reluctant, in order to regain his reputation and save his streaming popularity, he eventually agreed.
"Hurry up and invite more people to help
surround and kill him!" Willis, who had paid three thousand dollars, was already impatient.
He was afraid that if the matchmaking bug was fixed and they couldn’t match with Jiang Siming, he would have nowhere to cry.
"There’s no need to involve others to kill this person. I alone am enough. Let one of your teammates invite
in," Bob said confidently.
Willis kindly advised, "This Chinese guy is not easy to deal with. He’s a sharpshooter. We’d better bring more people."
"Shaless! I said I’m enough alone. If you don’t trust , don’t co to ," Bob felt very unhappy about Willis’s lack of trust in him.
Willis had no choice but to comply and invited Bob into the team.
Jiang Siming, who had been waiting in the loading screen for quite so ti, was starting to get impatient.
It had been over ten minutes, and they still hadn’t entered the ga. Had these three jerks already quit the ga?
"Since there’s this matchmaking bug, let’s give them three more minutes. If they don’t start, we’ll go back to playing on the Asian server," Jiang Siming said, fearing that the audience might beco impatient.
But the audience didn’t agree.
"It’s okay, Ming God, we’ll wait with you! We’re willing to wait together with you!"
"That’s right, killing these three white pigs is so satisfying, much more interesting than playing with randoms."
"Wait, wait, we must wait, let’s wait another half an hour!"
"We haven’t seen enough of the slaughter yet, Ming God, you have to keep going after them!"
"These three worthless pieces of trash! I’ll give you my monthly bonus if you keep chasing them!"
The audience was excited, evidently, these three Aricans had angered them too.
They were willing to wait just to see Jiang Siming kill them.
In this situation, Jiang Siming had nothing more to say. He would wait along with the audience!
Luckily, they didn’t have to wait long before Jiang Siming entered the ga again.
As soon as he entered the lobby, it was indeed Willis again!
The audience beca extrely excited; finally, they were matched with this guy again.
However, it seed like there was a new teammate with an unfamiliar ID.
But that didn’t matter as long as they could match with the main culprit.
Strangely, this ti Willis didn’t rage and curse like before; instead, he smiled confidently.
"Chinese monkey, you’re finished this ti. Do you know who number 2 is?" he asked.
"How would I know who number 2 is? I only know that it must be the cheap sugar daddy you found by sucking up to him. When your son is humiliated, of course, the father will step up. Am I right?" Jiang Siming retorted.
Willis’s smile vanished instantly. Jiang Siming was too good at this, and his English was excellent. He could insult with precision, unlike other foreigners whose English was superficial.
It’s like foreigners learning Chinese to insult: "You are a pig, you are a dog." But for Chinese people, this level of insult is just scratching the surface. It’s like tickling. You have to hit where it hurts, the more painful, the better, to really get under their skin.
Looking at Willis’s current state, it was evident that he had been hit hard.
At this mont, teammate number 2 spoke up with a cold smirk and disdain, saying, "The yellow peril from China, you know what? My favorite thing to do is to kill Chinese people. The feeling is just too wonderful."
"Is it? I’ve now grown to love the feeling of killing you white pigs. Seeing you groveling on the ground in helpless rage makes
feel better than having sex with your mother," Jiang Siming retorted.
Number 2 was imdiately angered, but the audience in Jiang Siming’s live stream burst into laughter.
"Ming God is so dirty, let’s go! Dirty, dirty, dirty~"
"Please swipe your card to get on the train, beep beep beep!"
"Beep! Deep card!"
"Although it’s dirty, it’s really relieving. This is how you should retaliate!"
"Haha, dare to argue with , Ming Shen? Are you qualified?" Continue your journey on empire
"I only admire Ming God when it cos to insults, he’s elegant, refined, dirty, he’s proficient in everything."
"Prepare to die, Chinese monkey!" Number 2 angrily shouted and then muted his microphone.
Obviously, he was infuriated and planned to knock down Jiang Siming imdiately and then retaliate with dirty words!
The plane took off, and Willis marked an empty spot again and flew towards it.
Jiang Siming naturally wasn’t afraid and followed along.
The four dispersed to different corners. Since Willis had inford them in advance, Number 2 knew that Jiang Siming parachuted quickly and didn’t jump near him.
The other two were also far away from Jiang Siming, so the idea of taking him down temporarily couldn’t be realized.
But this didn’t matter to Jiang Siming.
After searching a building, he found a crossbow and a spray gun, without any armor. Jiang Siming didn’t care; he was proficient in crossbows.
Although the crossbow had a short range, its damage at dium-short distances was as high as the AWM!
In the hands of others, it was useless, but in Jiang Siming’s hands, it was a weapon for dium-short distances!
At this point, Bob was already heading towards Jiang Siming’s direction.
With great luck, he picked up an M24 with a 4x scope, level one helt, level one armor, and an UMP submachine gun.
With this equipnt, Bob’s confidence swelled; he had already marked Jiang Siming for death.
Soon, Willis also found a rifle and ca to reinforce.
Bob, who arrived at the closest point first, hid by the corner of a wall, still quite far away.
He set up the M24 and saw Jiang Siming still in the room, smiling brightly.
Bang!
A shot shattered the glass of Jiang Siming’s room; this shot was just ant to scare him.
"Bob, wait for us to co together, don’t go solo," Willis was still a bit worried.
But how could Bob listen? As a retired professional player, how could he easily ask for help?
"I can handle him alone. You guys prepare big knives, pans, or Molotov cocktails. Let’s humiliate him properly later," Bob laughed.
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