This world of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds is a harsh hell test for most people in the world - first of all, psychologically.

But for a very small number of people, it is not hell at all, but...

Heaven!

criminal!

Now the criminals can be openly ignorant, regardless of the law, the police, and the army, and they start to kill wantonly!

Obviously, Du Mu has always had a good luck, and it spread from the bug at the birth point to the birth point. His neighbor at the birth point was a Mexican gangster with a straight distance of 3 meters.

The gangster was under him and he couldn't see his arm, otherwise he might change his mind...

TM is less than an hour and is so poor at the bug.

Du Mu could clearly show him his arms and let him change his mind, but Du Mu did not do so.

because·····

His eyes have seen the changes in this world!

On the streets, the streets of this strange city have erupted out of heinous violence.

Several ordinary people who were panicked and screamed and rushed out of the residence were attacked by a group of murderers!

These murderers, holding wine bottles, stones, switchblades, and baseball bats, are brutally beating the residents!

They have different skin colors, different races, and their clothes vary greatly, so they obviously don’t know each other.

Of course, there is no question about the villagers in the country, and they show mercy.

There are no police, no alarm, and no courage.

The Lord God is very smart and considerate. In order to eliminate the guilt of killing each other, he is difficult for acquaintances to attack, which leads to the collective destruction, he simply shifts the whole world.

At this time, in this strange Western city, there were Chinese people like Du Mu, and downstairs were Spanish gangsters. On the streets, there were black people who were poor and barefoot, white gentlemen dressed in beautifully and covered in tens of thousands of pounds, panicked Indian Asan, and Japanese housewife screaming.

It's messy. The whole world is in chaos.

The order collapsed instantly and disappeared.

The rest...

only···

Muscle, violence and hormones!

The 1 minute given by the Lord God seems to have no protection at all, it is just a 1-minute consideration period.

So, from the first second, this originally orderly and super modern streets of Western society turned into a bloody primitive jungle!

The strong prey on the weak, and only the strong can survive!

Du Mu saw with his own eyes that after just 5 seconds, a gray-haired old man fell into a pool of blood.

The one who defeated him was a black American man holding a baseball bat. He rushed up excitedly, and looked around for ways to rob the old man of time.

But he quickly found the trick.

As long as you press the dying old man's twitching right arm tightly with his dark right arm, the old man's time will be transferred to his account!

The windows facing the street have opened one after another.

Countless heads poked out and stared at the first force that exploded on the street.

Du Mu and hundreds of pairs of eyes could see clearly.

On the clock of the black man's right arm, the numbers were beating rapidly.

99,105,141,198!

In the end, his time assets were frozen in 198 hours and 58 minutes!

At the beginning, in less than 10 seconds, a life has left the world forever.

After being deprived of all the time, the dying old man took his last breath.

He even chose to teleport to the green zone before he could even get killed.

Du Mu stared at the old man's turbid eyes.

The old man seemed to have little resentment, and all he had in his turbid eyes was confusion.

He has known this world for a lifetime why the world that Feng Zhuan thought he had seen through had become like this again.

Du Mu sighed.

But almost no one stared at the old man who was deceased in confusion.

They all stared at the black man, their eyes full of greed and envy...

On the black man's arm, he had twice as much assets than the others - time!

He can survive for a full 200 hours!

That's 8 days!

In the first round of the game, the game time is no more than 100 hours, which means that he can save at least 100 hours to strengthen himself.

This guy beat many others on the starting line.

The vicious black man, with his distinct black and white pupils, proudly looked up at the sides of the street. The heads poked out were unpretentious, pointing to the sky with his blood-stained black hands!

Then····

His thumb gently stroked his throat!

Death threat!

Threat everyone!

Du Mu stuck out his tongue.

"Damn, this old man is really a person with temperament. Did he start mocking the group as soon as he came up?"

The killing and violent harvest of Lao Hei, as well as the corpse of the old man who fell to the ground, deeply stimulated everyone.

Those who think they are not strong enough or disgusted with violence immediately chose to teleport.

Teleportation is very simple, just think about it and you can leave here immediately.

Lights lit up one after another.

There were a lot of people missing on the streets instantly.

Almost all the elderly and children ran away. Many women also teleported away.

None of the people who stayed behind were good people, or were unwilling to accept that in the upcoming end-of-day world, they would always be the hardworking people at the bottom of the pyramid.

The atmosphere of this strange city suddenly became even more tense.

The air is filled with the smell of cruelty, violence and hormones.

The murderers walked out of the window and quickly started their actions.

But their focus is on two places.

On this downtown street, there is a self-service bank marked with "ATM" and a vending machine on the street.

According to the Lord God, self-service vending machines can use time to exchange for any skills, weapons, or equipment.

There are many smart people who stay.

In other words, many of the extremely vicious criminals have super-IQs.

They immediately grasped the key to this PUBG game - skills and equipment!

You have time, but what's the use?

Without skills or equipment, you are just a weak chicken that has been slaughtered.

The time of hesitation passes in a minute and a second.

But Du Mu did not move.

He has hesitated.

He knew that his "weak chicken" had been targeted by the neighbors downstairs.

Maybe it’s a luxury to think of the old man and just die just by himself.

It looks like that Spanish gay man, and he still wants to taste his own taste.

But Du Mu's mind was replaying the prompts of the Lord God over and over again...

“If you give up the first round, you will have to work for a year and face stronger opponents in the second round, or hard work that has been at the bottom of the pyramid.”

What touches him even more is his dream...
Chapter completed!