Global Reincarnation: I Can Sign In The Dungeon World

Chapter 4 I’m waiting for the plane, what are you waiting for?

The plane carrying a hundred reincarnations began to fly slowly over the island.

As the battlefield of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, this island is not small in size, and there are many construction areas scattered on the island.

Different construction areas have different levels of resource abundance, some places are rich and some are too poor.

Most players will choose to jump in some of the richer places and pick up good equipment when they can land.

Of course, the competition is also fierce, so there are not a few that jump into these places and land into boxes.

Sitting in the cabin, Chen Mo already had a plan in his mind and decided where to parachute for a while.

Coincidentally, little Loli Luwan just sat opposite him, looking at him with a vague expression of resentment.

Chen Mo can only ignore it.

And beside Luwan, there are three men talking to Luwan enthusiastically, and they seem to be teaming up together.

“What’s the matter, Sister Luwan, why are you staring at this kid? Is he bullying you?”

One of the bearded men saw Lu Wan’s appearance and asked.

“It’s nothing, it’s just that the invitation to the little brother to form a team was rejected.”

Lu Wan smiled slightly and said softly.

Upon hearing this, the bearded man immediately glared at Chen Mo.

“You kid don’t know what’s good or bad. It’s your blessing that Sister Luwan invited you to form a team. How dare you refuse?”

Faced with the horrible man’s scolding, Chen Mo didn’t seem to have heard it, and ignored it at all.

“Hey, you still pretended to be deaf for Laozi. If it weren’t for the fact that you couldn’t do it on the plane, I would have beaten your little body to the ground!”

Chen Mo still turned a deaf ear, looking away.

“Brother Huba, forget it, I’m fine. We should parachuting too.”

Lu Wan spoke out to persuade her, and her voice seemed to carry a little bit of grievance.

There have been people parachuting in the cabin one after another, and the destination of Luwan’s group seems to be approaching.

A group of four, three men and one woman, got up and came to the door of the cabin, preparing to parachute.

Before the jump, the man code-named Tiger Ba said to Chen Mo viciously: “Boy, pray that you don’t touch me, or I will want you to look good!”

Seeing Lu Wan and others jump off the plane, Chen Mo blew a whistle happily.

In the face of such arrogance, it is the best way to ignore it.

Just like the way you can’t understand me and can’t get rid of me.

“Brother, you are in serious trouble now.”

A little fat man on the left side of Chen Mo’s seat approached and said.

“The Tiger Tyrant looks uncomfortable at first glance, and if the four of them team up, you’d better jump a little bit longer.”

Chen Mo glanced at the little fat man, wondering in his heart.

Although the image in the reincarnation space is indeed arbitrary, what people make is either good-looking or strong. What’s the matter with your image of a little fat man?

Does it make you look more amiable?

But it does look amiable.

Chen Mo decided to take care of the little fat man.

“It’s okay, I jumped far and won’t touch them.”

“Oh, that’s okay. But then where do you want to jump? Isn’t it a fringe?”

“A serious person who jumps the edge.”

“Yes.”

“Did you jump the edge?”

“I don’t jump. Do you jump the edge?”

“Who wants to win and jump the edge?”

“Can the one who jumps on the edge want to win?”

“Despicable.”

“Despicable.”

……

Two minutes later, the plane had reached the edge of the island and was about to fly to the sea soon.

In the cabin, only Chen Mo and the little fat man looked at each other.

“A fellow fellow! My code name is Daqiu, what is your name?”

The little fat man held Chen Mo’s hand tightly, feeling like a friend meets a friend in the mountains and flowing water.

Chen Mo gave the little fat man a white look, big ball? I think you look like a big ball.

Freed his hand, Chen Mo jumped out of the plane.

The big ball swayed and followed, and shouted, “Old iron, wait for me!”

After Chen Mo jumped out of the plane, he landed on the edge of the island.

There is nothing here, no guns, no medicines, no houses, and no villain(s).

However, there is a sticky little fat man.

After Chen Mo landed, he ignored the enthusiastic big ball beside him, and sat straight on the ground, looking at the sky, thinking about when his fighter would come.

The dungeon had already started the moment they got on the plane, and about three minutes had passed since now.

In other words, his J-20 fighter jet will arrive in about two minutes.

That is the J-20. It is one of the most advanced fighters on the previous Bluestar. It is a single-seater, dual-engine, duck-type heavy stealth fighter with a maximum speed of Mach 2.8, which is about 0.95km. /s.

Chen Mo just thinks about it.

With such a fighter, it’s hard not to eat chicken.

Chen Mo sat on the ground, raised his head, thinking about it.

The big ball on the side was confused. Why did his old iron just sit down and look at the sky?

Is it self-defeating? Are you ready to wait for the poison ring to poison yourself?

But this also seems to be a good idea, without having to fight other people.

Who would have thought that there are still people in such a place where birds don’t shit.

Daqiu himself doesn’t like to fight with people, and he doesn’t want to be too strong.

He entered the Samsara Tower only because the first floor would not be life-threatening, and he might still be able to reap some benefits, that’s all.

So he chose to jump to the most fringe place, but unexpectedly met his soulmate.

Sure enough, Hero(es) saw the same thing.

Thinking like this, Da Qiu also followed Chen Mo and sat on the ground, raising his head and staring at the sky in a daze.

After a while, a voice came from the side faintly.

“I’m waiting for the plane, what are you waiting for?”

“Waiting to die?”*