Chapter 427: : The Eve of the Killing

Chapter 427: The Eve of the Killing
Little Mengmei looked at the blackened screen in frustration, and watched the replay unwillingly.
After confirming that the enemy hadn't opened up, she curled her lips and said:
"This group of white-clothed soldiers is so annoying. It is obviously a malicious team game, but because it is difficult to obtain evidence, it is difficult to complain to them."
First of all.
The white army just formed a malicious team, and did not open up.
Therefore, if a person is pitted by a white-clothed army, even if they complain, it is difficult for the system to make a correct judgment.
Unless it is the same white-clothed army who has been continuously complained by a large number of people, it will be difficult to close his account.
But even if it is a title, it only takes 98, and after a few seconds, he will be a hero again.
Even when the game is on sale, it costs less than 98 yuan.
Secondly.
The reason why the Red Army can be carried away in one pot is because they are a large group.
As long as the PUBG officials use a little trick, they can pull out a tree root from the ground.
With a tree root, PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds officials can uproot the entire tree.
But the white army is a mixture of countless individual individuals.
There are small anchors who want to become popular, there are also young people who retaliate against society, and there are scattered old members of the Red Army...
Therefore, even if the PUBG official invests a lot of manpower and financial resources, it cannot completely eradicate all the white soldiers at once.
This made many players very dissatisfied, and finally formed an extreme scene of low-end games using violence to control violence.
"Since you can't do the white-clothed army, then buy a white shirt and become a white-clothed army. Instead, bully other players. Anyway, the official doesn't handle this matter."
This kind of thinking has made the white robe army bigger and bigger.
And this huge team is very hostile, completely disregarding the correct rules of the game, just want to get perverted pleasure by humiliating other players.
"The White Army?"
Ye Gucheng quickly picked up the surrounding equipment and asked:
"I've heard of the red army. What the is this white army?"
Uncle Anti-Han sighed and said simply:
"This is a group of rogues who retaliate against society, Ye Shen, you haven't encountered it, because you usually fight with your teammates in high-end rounds. And this group of trash has no strength at all, so you can only dominate in low-end rounds.
Ye Gucheng usually goes dark, always pulling Chu Shihan and the others together.
Their ranks can only play high-end games.
So if Ye Gucheng had not formed the three of Little Mengmei and Anti-Han Uncle today, it is very likely that he would not have met the white-clothed soldiers in this life.
From Ye Gucheng's perspective, Uncle Anti-Han had already seen the white-clothed army around him.
So Uncle Kang Han anxiously shouted:
"Yeshen, you don't want to run around at the training base anymore. Hurry up and find a place to hide, or close the cigarette to see if you can forcefully break through."
They all believed in Ye Gucheng's strength against Uncle Han.
But no matter how high the skill is, I'm afraid of being beaten up.
Therefore, the three of them, Uncle Han, unanimously suggested that Ye Gucheng quickly find a way to avoid head-on collision with the White Army.
But the corners of Ye Gucheng's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled lightly:
"Since we met, it is fate."
Sacrifice teammates cards have been used, if Ye Gucheng did not bring Xiao Mengmei and the three of them had eaten chicken smoothly, then I would be very sorry for their sacrifice.
But even if Ye Gucheng didn't sacrifice his teammates, Little Mengmei and the three of them could not change the fate of falling into a box in front of the huge white army.
So no matter what, this group of people Ye Gucheng was killed!
"I'm going, Ye Shen is going to pick 20 or 30 people!"
"If it's someone else, I think this wave is a hundred percent tragic death. But looking at the weight of the three words'Little Prince', I think Ye Shen still has an 18% chance of winning this wave."
"Why is it 18%?"
"Stupid, because Ye Shen '666'."
"Hiss~ What a cold joke."
"But to be honest, if Ye Shen can win this wave and kill the arrogance of the White Army, then we can go back and play the game and be more comfortable."
...
The onlookers standing behind Ye Gucheng began to discuss.
But everyone is not too optimistic about Ye Gucheng's decision.
After all, no matter how strong a person is, it is difficult to compete with a full formation.
Moreover, in the training base at this moment, there is more than a full formation!
However, everyone still hopes that Ye Gucheng can create a wave of miracles, otherwise they are ordinary players who are pressed and beaten by the white army every day, which is too frustrated.
Therefore, everyone also hopes that a strong person can stand up and clean up these arrogant white soldiers once for them.
Ye Gucheng's luck was not very good.
In the new map with very dense materials, I found a UMP9 submachine gun, plus an S686 double jet.
To know.
In this map, even non-chiefs can quickly pick up big guns when landing, and even landing outfits.
But Ye Gucheng's face was so dark that he didn't even see a big gun.
Fortunately, Ye Gucheng has all the accessories for UMP9.
"Shh!"
Zhou Weiwei instructed the onlookers to eat melons and said:
"Be quiet, don't quarrel with Xiao Ye Zi, which will affect his performance!"
Looking at Zhou Weiwei beside him, Ye Gucheng didn't think there was anything for the first time.
But after reacting, Ye Gucheng stared and asked:
"Aren't you bringing fans to eat chicken? Why did you come to me?"
Zhou Weiwei smiled shyly, and said with a twist:
"Hey, my side is already stable, so when I see you are a bit crowded, I immediately rushed over to help you manage the order."
While controlling the game characters, Ye Gucheng reprimanded:
"Stop making trouble, go back quickly! Everyone supports us so much. You are lazy when you take someone to play a game. It's a bit too much!"
No matter what Ye Gucheng said, Zhou Weiwei just didn't want to leave.
But before Ye Gucheng could speak, the three young people standing behind Zhou Weiwei sighed:
"Yeshen, don't blame Sister Dida, she has tried her best."
"We are the one who is wrong, don't blame her."
"Uncomfortable, want to cry, I have never been so suffocated!"
Seeing that Zhou Weiwei's teammates are all here, Ye Gucheng asked incredulously:
"You guys are not the end of the game, right?"
Seeing Zhou Weiwei not speaking, Ye Gucheng knew that he must have guessed correctly.
Upon mentioning this matter, a chubby young man covered his face and cried:
"The three of us decided to go to the center of the jungle. After all, the small house on this map is very fat. If you just walk around a few houses, you can pretend to be a god. But Sister Daida has to take us to the edge of the map... .Oooooo!"
Having said that, the chubby young man became sad the more he thought about it, and couldn't help covering his face and sobbing.
After all, he felt sad when he thought of the scenes just now.
Another young man with glasses continued his words and continued:
"The place where we jumped where the birds don’t was compared to the poor. Four people searched for more than a day before they managed to get a set of combat outfits. Let’s not talk about this. Later, we were going to the safe area, but we couldn’t find it. To the car."
Having said that, the young man wearing glasses couldn't help but cover his face, and couldn't say anything.
The last young man looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said sadly:
"It's okay to be poor, and it's not a big problem without a car. The big deal is that we can run barefoot and get to the safe zone. But when we ran into a team of enemies halfway, the three of us obviously beat each other down. But dumbfounded. Sister insists on sealing us cigarettes!"
Ye Gucheng couldn't help laughing:
"Puff chuff~ Then, did Xiao Dida lose two bombs and get a wave of four kills under your feet?"
"Ok......"
The sad expressions of the three young men made everyone around them happy.
Zhou Weiwei was really embarrassed and blushed and retorted:
"I didn't have a good rest to do this, you guys are not allowed to laugh at me!"
Ye Gucheng had no time to laugh at Zhou Weiwei, because he was listening to the people downstairs:
"Listen to me upstairs. If you walk down consciously, we might be able to spare your life. But if you are obsessed with it, don't blame our white army for being cruel!"