I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

[Curse Zhao Doushun to die! 】

【brute! go to hell! 】

[Don't go out in this life, you will be killed if you go out! 】

[Scum! You have been targeted by the gang! Wait for death. 】

Such banners are everywhere, and you don’t have to think about it as the home of the devil.

Only seeing these cursed banners, Jiang Siming was a bit disdainful.

If you really wanted to kill him, you should have broken in.

With so many people, there were a few South Korean policemen who were holding the gate of the community. Others swarmed up, banged open the door, and beat Zhao Doushun to death.

Even if the police wanted to catch it, it was not easy to convict him. After all, there were so many people who did not know who the murderer was.

This Zhao Doushun is still alive and sound, sleeping at home, it is obvious that these Korean sticks have no guts.

For example, there was a human trafficker case in Huaxia. The criminals stole a lot of children. The police arrested them, and it is still hard to vent the hatred of everyone.

At that time, all the people rushed up and killed the criminal directly. Later, the case was gone.

Such cases that arouse public outrage deserved to be beaten to death by the masses.

In contrast, we Chinese men are good enough, and the Korean stick is really unreliable.

Still gangsters eyeing? This kind of gang is good at bullying good people, and when dealing with people who are worse than them, it will directly become a tortoise.

Otherwise, this kind of thing, Jiang Siming, a Chinese from China, will come to the fore.

And this is not the first time Jiang Siming has helped.

He found out the incident in Room N in South Korea that sensationalized the world before. He also helped all South Korean women and killed 170,000 demon sticks hidden in South Korea.

It's a pity that Korea seems to be rich in livestock, so many have been killed.

This time I have to trouble Jiang Siming to shoot again.

It is impossible for them to solve it by themselves.

Jiang Siming didn't want to watch his wife continue to be sad, so he could only solve it by himself.

Before coming, Jiang Siming had already thought out a plan.

Killing scumbags is just a matter of fact, for Jiang Siming to be honest, it was easy.

It's just that this time the action is different. He is going to launch a global live broadcast, which requires hiding his identity.

Before Jiang Siming came, he thought about whether he would take a Yi Rong Dan.

Jiang Siming had only used this thing once. It was used in the martial arts copy, disguised as Song Qingshu, and Zhang Wuji was stunned to death.

But this time, Jiang Siming didn't want to pretend to be someone else, he wouldn't show his face anyway.

On the banner below, there was a picture of Zhao Doushun. Jiang Siming immediately found the number of the room where Zhao Doushun lived.

Jiang Siming was already at his house when he was still trying to show Zhao Doushun a good look outside.

At this moment, Zhao Doushun was not affected by the people who only talked, lying on the sofa in the living room and watching his news on TV.

Not only is Zhao Doushun not afraid, but on the contrary, his face is very proud.

"Do you hate me so much? Haha, but what can that do to me? Tsk tsk, it seems that I am still quite well-known, haha."

Zhao Doushun's short, ugly face was filled with expressions of ambition.

"Xiao Xian, are you ready? Let's start the live broadcast when you are done, remember not to take me in."

A voice came from behind Zhao Doushun, still in Chinese that Zhao Doushun could not understand.

Zhao Doushun was startled immediately and rolled down from the sofa. When he turned around, he saw a stranger standing at his house.

"Are you...who are you! This is my house, hurry up! There are police officers outside, do you want to go to jail?"

Zhao Doushun scolded, but after finding that the other party hadn't reacted at all, he thought Jiang Siming was an ordinary person who sneaked in underneath.

He was furious and walked towards Jiang Siming step by step.

"Do you **** treat yourself as a hero? You want to find me trouble? You were still breastfeeding when I was in jail."

As he said, Zhao Doushun slapped the past, showing his fierceness.

Sure enough, no matter how long the devil was in prison, he would still be a devil, and it was more dangerous than before.

Because the devil who suffered a loss will hide himself better.

Jiang Siming took a step back, letting him slap nothing.

Zhao Doushun thought that Jiang Siming was afraid of him, and became more aggressive, chasing Jiang Siming and raising his slap again.

"Master, the live broadcast is ready and ready to start. It is now being broadcast globally, and no one will find us."

After Jiang Siming heard these words, he didn't step back any more, but showed a playful smile at Zhao Doushun.

The live broadcast of the killing of the devil officially began.

At this time, websites from all over the world automatically pop up a live broadcast link, which says [To kill Zhao Doushun live broadcast room, click to enter]

Both computers and mobile phones have received this link.

Billions of people saw this link, and some believed it to be an advertisement, but hundreds of millions of people clicked on it.

Once inside, it is really a live broadcast room.

And it's not a live broadcast room that sells goods or advertises or is a female anchor sucking traffic.

In the live broadcast room, he was a short, frustrated man, and many people recognized this man at once.

Isn't this Zhao Doushun!

What does this guy want? Dare to broadcast live? Do you still want to debut as an internet celebrity? It's so outrageous!

But everyone soon discovered that they were thinking too much.

Zhao Doushun, in this live broadcast, is just a victim.

He was chained to the wall.

A footstep remembered that a person walked into the live broadcast room, but only a little of his clothes was photographed.

This person walked to Zhao Doushun, with gloves on his hands, holding a cup of hot oil that had just come out of the kitchen, and walked to him.

Then, holding a pair of tongs in one hand, he plunged directly into Zhao Doushun's mouth and pried his mouth open.

The tongs were already hot red, and when they pierced into his mouth, they made a noise.

In the high temperature, Zhao Doushun let out a scream, his mouth was full of blood bubbles.

But then, Jiang Siming poured a whole cup of hot oil into Zhao Doushun's mouth.

The cry was even more miserable, and the people who heard it were terrified, but they felt very happy.

If ordinary people encounter this kind of encounter, everyone will definitely scold this ‘violent’.

But when everyone knew that the victim was Zhao Doushun, everyone felt happy for the first time! It's so fun!

After drinking a cup of hot oil, Zhao Doushun's mouth was already bleeding out, and in his mouth and in his mouth, there were all thumb-sized blood blisters, which looked extraordinarily crippled.

"Help, help! Police! Police help me! Help me!"

Zhao Doushun desperately shouted for help, but there seemed to be no sound outside the house.

The perpetrator calmly let him scream, then continued to turn around into the kitchen and took another cup of oil.

This time it’s not hot oil, but hot chili oil!

When he saw this pepper oil, Zhao Doushun was broken and desperately begged for mercy.

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[Author's digression]: Second more~