The next airport fell into a chaotic battle, and four god players were killed.
The hand of God once again controlled Lin Bei to run towards Building C. Players who came to join in the fun would be shot in the head almost as soon as they showed their faces.
This method is really cruel.
In the next five minutes, Lin Bei had already cleared the air, and his number of kills reached an unprecedented 45.
The game has only started ten minutes, and the data is already so terrifying!
"Assassin's League: Silently watch the anchor's operations."
"There's no JJ upstairs: Damn, I can't bear it anymore. Anchor, I'll add another sister. Just tell me whether you agree or not!"
"A cannon: Brother, he is so awesome, he can let go so freely."
At this time, the fans in the live broadcast room were in unprecedented shock. Lin Bei still holds the domestic murder record, but today's game is even more terrifying.
45 heads!
Gee, what kind of concept is this? Maybe even if they play the game, they may not be able to win 45 players.
Lin Bei looked at the inquiries and doubts of these fans, and just smiled softly and said: "Don't worry, it's only been so long, there are still more awesome products worth 50 million."
Hearing what Lin Bei said, everyone fell silent and watched Lin Bei's operations quietly.
Sure enough, after a while, they shook their heads helplessly.
This game ended very quickly. It took ten minutes at the airport to kill everyone who intercepted him.
There were only 32 people left on the map. What surprised them was that Lin Bei actually rushed towards each housing area on his motorcycle as if he had turned on the whole map.
Every room he passed was occupied by someone, as if he had already guessed that they were here.
When the time was close to 20 minutes, several big words appeared on Lin Bei's screen.
"Good luck, let's have chicken tonight."
So fast.
Lin Bei was indescribably surprised when he saw the number of his own kills.
The game ended in twenty minutes, and the number of kills reached a terrifying 62!
This time Lin Bei truly understood the power of this skill.
The Hand of God does not use anything like a full map display, but scans the map through the God of Battlefield.
Data analysis for skydiving has begun from the beginning, and the player's landing point can be roughly calculated based on the route.
Combined with the car spawning points in various places, Battlefield God calculated the room areas where players are likely to appear.
Although some are not very accurate, the accuracy of this calculation has reached 70%.
With the support of this powerful data, the hand of God is like a lone wolf, driving a motorcycle to harvest all the way.
In twenty minutes of use, Lin Bei consumed a total of twelve million dollars, but it didn't matter. As long as he fought back hard enough, it didn't matter how much money he spent.
The 62 kills also gave Lin Bei some compensation. Basically, each person's bonus was around 30,000, which provided him with a full 1.8 million in money, but the gap was indeed a bit big.
At this time, the live broadcast room was in a state of excitement. It was okay at the airport, but now that the game is over and everything is before their eyes, this fact makes them a little unbelievable.
"Assassin's League: Anchor, are you really cheating? You are the country's hope, how can you cheat!"
"It's a cannon, it's real, anchor. Although I am a loyal fan of yours, your performance is too impressive. If you hadn't hung up, I would have eaten the microphone."
"Baby Lin Zhanbao: Stop talking, I believe the anchor will not cheat."
Questioning information appeared one after another. They didn't believe it before. Lin Bei used a plug-in as rumored.
They thought the goods worth three million and tens of millions were just a joke by Lin Bei.
But they couldn't accept this fact. Lin Bei's operation was exactly the same as that of the God players.
"Ahem."
Looking at the doubts in the live broadcast room, Lin Bei coughed twice and said: "Do you think I am hanging up? I can tell you for sure that I am not!"
"Impossible, how could you have been so powerful before?"
"Although our country needs to rise, we will never support the use of plug-ins. Lin Bei, you have to think about it!"
"Yes, yes, we have to rely on our own strength to prove it, and we do not support cheating."
Lin Bei's rhetorical question attracted more questions from fans.
"Haha, today I came to the Southeast Asian server. I admit that my strength has improved, but some people are making a fuss about it."
Lin Bei paused as he spoke, his eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "You can go ahead if you want to ruin my reputation, but these actions are destined to only increase my fans."
As soon as this statement came out, many people agreed, but most of them maintained a neutral stance.
The number of fans in the live broadcast room has dropped to two million again. Compared with before, it is now a low point.
There were more people than this in the first five minutes of broadcasting.
The next time Lin Bei entered the game again, killing the players in the Southeast Asian server over and over again.
Today was destined to be their dark moment. With nearly 20 million dollars left, Lin Bei continued to play two games, beating the players in the game to confusion.
At this time, major websites on the Internet were already causing a bloody storm.
As the videos were revealed one by one, there was even more criticism on the Internet, accusing Lin Bei of being unscrupulous now that he had just become famous.
In two hours and three games in total, Lin Bei's head count exceeded 60. The consciousness and marksmanship revealed in the game surprised them even more.
It’s almost like one person can take on the top five international teams.
After receiving reports one after another that added fuel to the flames, PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds Z branch couldn't bear it any longer and directly used system permissions to ban Lin Bei's account.
What follows is a two-day rigorous inspection. As long as a trace of cheating is found, Lin Bei's career can be ruined.
"Ding!"
Just after the game ended, Lin Bei launched the game.
At this time, the cell phone next to him rang at the same time, and an unknown number sent him a message.
"title?"
Looking at the messages on his phone, Lin Bei sneered.
Is it finally here?
This message was sent from the Z branch. After all, Lin Bei was somewhat famous, so he would naturally be notified of such things as account bans and inspections.
But in Lin Bei's opinion, it was indeed a provocation.
The letter also mentioned the time for the inspection, which was a full 48 hours. It seemed that he really wanted to mess with him.
"League of Assassins: Your Majesty, the anchor, has posted a statement on the official website. You are going to be famous this time, and you can still laugh."
"There is no JJ upstairs: can the anchor survive this?"
"A cannon: It will be difficult if you can't survive it. I still like to watch the live broadcast of the anchor."
Lin Bei's incident has caused a wave of craze in the professional circle. Those who pay attention to this matter can clearly understand the development of the matter.
Seeing Lin Bei staring at the phone and sneering, they couldn't help but shook their heads. Sure enough, he could survive anything if he had a big heart.