<h4>Chapter 583: There and Back Again!</h4>
Colt Arena, California.
The live Western audience watched Liu Zng drive his little yellow car from one end of the bridge to the other. Their eyes were unblinking and their hearts were in their mouths!
On one hand, there was no stopping Liu Zng’s momentum!
On the other hand, the members of Team Ghost were also fully prepared for this situation. They had retreated from the smoke and were standing in formation!
With the cooperation of the four members, the car might be reduced to a ming wreck under concentrated fire the moment it emerged from the smoke.
...
In the tournament, Liu Zng was driving at full speed and had knocked down several people in a row. Adrenaline was surging in his body!
They were about to exit the smoke corridor when Liu Zng felt something was amiss.
Why was there one less team?
Also, they had been driving forward without incident.
Something was fishy!
In the next moment, the front of the yellow car emerged from the smoke, and his view dramatically expanded.
However, at this time, the pupils in Liu Zng’s eyes dted. He quickly tapped on the direction keys, and the car skidded and drifted to its side.
Screeeeeeech!
The friction between the car types and the surface of the bridge caused an ear-piercing screech and a shower of sparks!
At the same time, the sounds of intense gunfire erupted from in front of him!
Tututut~!
The guns of Ghost’s four yers fired simultaneously, the bullets swarming like fire dragons toward the car’s chassis!
Clink nk clink nk!
Amidst the whooshing sound of bullets was the nging of metal on metal!
In a blink of an eye, the car which was supposed to be resilient and longsting had ck smoke emanating from the roof.
Liu Zng’s health points were dropping like crazy too!
Whoosh!
Little wisps of fire appeared!
In a moment, there was a loud “BANG”!
The car was skidding when it abruptly exploded. It made a revolution and headed toward the three people on the side of the bridge!
Bang!
Even though Ghost had the time to prepare their formation, and was mentally prepared for the worst, there was a lot that could happen given the width of the bridge.
They were not expecting Liu Zng to deliver a seductive butt kiss while they fired at him.
It felt as though the car was deliberately body-mming into the three yers of Ghost.
In such a short distance and with the speed of the oing car, there was no way of dodging the car that was hurtling toward them with its broad side.
Liu Zng’s sudden drifting attack identally caused a destructive threat against Ghost. There was a chance that three of their yers might be killed in one blow!
However, what made the jaws of the collective audience drop was...
At the moment when the car exploded, Liu Zng performed an extreme stunt by jumping out of the car and evaded death himself.
Three people of Ghost fell, leaving only Moy. He quickly recovered from the initial confusion.
Just as he lifted his gun to finish off Liu Zng...
Two more vehicles emerged from the smoke.
Vroom!
Vroom!
GodV on the jeep and Aluka on the buggy headed single-mindedly toward the remaining yer without any signs of stopping.
WHAT THE F*CK?!
Moy’s eyes bulged wide. ‘Why is this group of people knocking down opponents with cars? Is this still an FPS game?’
Tututut!
He reflexively leaped to one side and at the same time fired blindly.
Zoom!
The jeep brushed right by Moy’s shoulder. Before he had time to catch a breath, another buggy was heading straight for him!
Duang!
Without any chance for evasion, Moy was sent flying by the buggy and curled up in midair.
Hended on the ground with a ‘st’. His eyes were wide open, still bearing a grudge...
Why...
Just, why...
In a brief moment, 4AM had wiped out the full squad of four people.
In their rampage along the stretch of the bridge, 4AM’s victims numbered at least ten people. However, their total kill count was only five.
They did not have the opportunity to kill those that they knocked down, except for one unfortunate soul who was run over twice.
In any case, professional yers were not like those in random matchmaking games.
In a random matchmaking game, the average yer would not have been able to find their bearing out of the thick smoke after being knocked down by a car.
As for professional yers, most of them had the time to react just as the vehicles crashed through.
Under those circumstances, there was no other choice for 4AM other than to head straight down the bridge in one breath, and there was no time to deliver the final blow to those knocked down.
Still, being able to run over everyone along the bridge and scoring five kills along the way had already achieved Liu Zng’s expectations when he devised the n.
He was knocked out earlier from the repeated shots received while in the car and having survived an explosion.
GodV revived him.
Liu Zng patched himself up, and after a swift round of looting, the four yers returned to their vehicles.
They had only aplished half of their mission.
The y area was on Sosnovka Ind. After rampaging in one direction down the bridge, Liu Zng and the others still had to make it back across the bridge in time, before the opponents managed toplete their smokey journey across the bridge.
Under normal circumstances, there would not have been enough time. Since Liu Zng led the entire team on his rampage, he had to think of a contingency n to handle this situation.
The answer was that there must be enough time.
The reason was none other than the fact that the teams on the bridge would need to spend time reviving those that were knocked out.
The second reason was that these teams had amon enemy only while crossing the bridge, and they were forced to cooperate toy down the smoke corridor.
Once they were onnd, the situation might not be as harmonious. Once again, they became enemies. This was the opportunity that Liu Zng was counting on.
They climbed back on their vehicles in a 1-3 split, with Liu Zng leading the way on the buggy.
In the jeep, GodV was steering while Cpt and Aluka stuck their heads out of the side windows with their guns prepped.
If their trip down the bridge was considered a wnmower-style” invasion, their trip back up would be considered an “armored tank-style” remation!
What the other four teams on the bridge never expected in their wildest dreams was that the smoke corridor that had protected them from danger had now be their shackles and cage.
If not for the smoke, there was no reason for the separate teams to work together.
Even if they had managed to work together against thismon enemy, theck ofmunication among them was another obstacle.
Could they resist the urge to pull their guns when another team was shooting right in front of their faces?
Even if they were not trying to kill you, the urge to kill them sneakily was hard to resist.
This is PUBG. Other than your teammates, everyone else is your enemy!
Under these circumstances, the remaining teams on the bridge were forced to hide their positions within the smoke and proceed with caution.
In the next moment, they heard the familiar engine soundsing up from behind them.
The faces of the people on the bridge changed drastically!
F*ck... not again?
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