Picking Up Fragments

"Little Jiang, hurry, the poison! What are you standing there for?"

"Oh my, Jiang Siming, did you disconnect? Why are you running in the poison zone?"

"Forget about this newbie, I'll take Wang Zong to escape the poison first. Wang Zong, sit behind me, I'll cover you from bullets!"

...

Listening to the conversation through cheap earphones, Jiang Siming sat dazed in the internet café, staring blankly at his computer screen.

Jiang Siming had graduated from university three years ago and was working as a salesperson in a real estate company. Today, he was playing games with two colleagues and their team manager, Wang Zong.

Compared to the other two colleagues, Jiang Siming's gaming skills were rather poor; he was there mostly to carry ammunition as a medic.

In fact, he wasn't skilled in the game and didn't know how to flatter, so his presence in the game was extremely low, almost negligible...

However, at this moment, Jiang Siming's computer screen hadn't crashed, and the game hadn't disconnected.

It's just that in Jiang Siming's eyes, there was something different in his game screen.

Jiang Siming saw a flashing white light inside in the previously visited "P City".

At first, he thought he was mistaken or that there was something wrong with the screen, but after confirming multiple times, Jiang Siming did see it.

"Hey buddy, do you see this light?"

Jiang Siming pointed to the white light in the computer screen, which was quite bright.

"There's no light, are you seeing things?" he asked a friend next to him, also playing the game, but the friend shook his head and said, "No, what light?"

"It's this small white light, can't you see it? It's really bright."

Jiang Siming couldn't believe it. Could it be that there was something wrong with his eyes? Cataracts? Did he need Sharpeyes eye drops?

"Where's the light? I think you're hallucinating, buddy. Hurry, run out of the poison, you're about to be killed by it."

The guy beside him kindly reminded him and denied seeing the light again.

Jiang Siming felt puzzled. To confirm he wasn't mistaken, he changed direction and headed into "P City." Soon, he identified the source of the light, inside a three-story building.

This was already the third wave of poison, and there wasn't a single person in P City; everyone had run out of the poison. Jiang Siming wasn't worried about people inside the city, so he rushed into this three-story residential building with the flashing light.

On the top floor of the third floor, Jiang Siming was stunned.

A piece of white, musical note-shaped fragment floated quietly in the corner, emitting a bright white light, very conspicuous.

But this clearly didn't belong to the items that could come out in the game of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds (PUBG), right?

"Hey, hey, buddy, look! Is this fragment a new item in the game?"

Jiang Siming shouted excitedly, but the guy beside him impatiently leaned over and looked carefully for a moment, speechless:

"Where did this fragment come from? There's nothing in this room, are you messing with me?"

"It's such a big fragment, shining brightly! Right here!"

Jiang Siming pointed at the white musical note fragment on the computer screen, which looked pretty good.

"It's not a fragment! Are you sick?" The person disregarded Jiang Siming, considering him a fool.

"How is that possible? How can't he see it?" Jiang Siming couldn't believe it. Could it be that only he could see this thing?

Curious, Jiang Siming decided to first see what this fragment was all about.

Approaching it and pressing the pick-up key, he heard a ding in his mind.

"Picked up '98k Mastery' fragment *1 (1/1), fragment quantity full, can be used directly."

"Use it!"

Without considering his shock, Jiang Siming vaguely realized that something was wrong.

At the moment when Jiang Siming chose to use the fragment, he suddenly felt a surge of spiritual energy in his mind.

Subsequently, Jiang Siming was horrified to find that there were many tricks about using the 98k rifle in his brain—quick aim, pre-firing, moving targets, adjusting the height... and many more details about this sniper rifle in the game.

And he happened to have a 98k rifle on him. He intended to test it under a tree, but Wang Jun and the others were already urging him impatiently.

"What's wrong with you, Little Jiang? Are you being dumb? Hurry up and get out of the poison and bring the medkit to me!" The manager yelled at him, and Jiang Siming suppressed his annoyance at being scolded, obediently got out of the poison as instructed.

He was no longer the 'sunshine school grass Jiang Siming' admired by all the girls during his student days—full of heroic spirit and carefree attitude.

The cruelty of the workplace far exceeded his imagination.

Although he wanted to retort, the previous lessons of confrontation with the boss had already made Jiang Siming suffer.

Otherwise, as a talented graduate from a prestigious university, he wouldn't have ended up as a mere junior salesperson.

Forcing his way out of the poison zone, Jiang Siming hadn't even had time to use the medkit when his two colleagues urged him to hand over all the medical supplies.

"Taking the meds won't help you, little Jiang. You stay beside us and cover with your gun. If anyone falls, you revive immediately, got it?" Wang Jun commanded in a domineering tone.

"Okay." Jiang Siming casually agreed and left it at that.

He handed over all the meds, keeping himself at half-health. However, he didn't give away his 98k. It wasn't that they didn't want it; it was that they all had one.

So Jiang Siming was lucky to keep a sniper rifle without handing it over. Earlier, when he found a Mini 14, they had taken it away from him.

But unfortunately, this 98k only had a red dot sight, equivalent to a basic setup.

In the past, Jiang Siming could've used this 98k as a celebratory firework, making noise but not hitting anyone.

However, now, Jiang Siming was confident. Even with just a red dot sight, he could eliminate opponents!

"I've spotted someone! Southeast, heading our way!" Colleague Zhou Qiang shouted.

"Block them. Wang Zong, your shooting skills are the best. I'll go ahead and distract them, you finish them off." Another colleague, Yuan Bing, began buttering up again.

Jiang Siming was speechless internally, unable to understand how they could exaggerate someone who couldn't even hit close range shots into a sharpshooter.

But now, the enemies were approaching, so Jiang Siming set aside his sarcasm and quietly waited with his 98k for his prey.

Soon, a fully geared team came from the southeast, but they were still a bit far away.

When Zhou Qiang and others saw the opponents' equipment from a distance, their expressions became solemn. The opponents were all wearing level-three armor!

Moreover, one of them was wearing a striking black helmet—a level-three helmet!

"Damn! Their equipment is too good. This might be tough." Level-three armor could withstand many bullets; instantly eliminating them would be very difficult.

Bang!

At that moment, a bullet broke the silence, fired by Wang Jun.

Unable to contain himself, Wang Jun thought he could eliminate one instantly and shot first, revealing their position.

Zhou Qiang and Yuan Bing were internally cursing but obviously couldn't say it aloud. They just shouted to start firing and joined in shooting.

Their hasty shooting had minimal effect. They didn't even take down a single person, allowing the enemy team to react and take cover quickly.

It was evident that the opposing team was skilled; they handled smoke grenades and threw frags in a systematic manner.

On the other hand, Wang Jun's group was thrown into chaos by the precise grenade throws, with Wang Jun almost getting killed.

"Should we leave? Wang Zong, we can't handle this..." Zhou Qiang shivered on the ground, frantically using meds and suggesting to Wang Jun.

"Okay... These guys are lucky with all the level-three gear they found. We'll get them later." Wang Jun dropped 'tough talk' and turned to run away.