Live Stream: Me! The First Heavenly Pathfinder of the Delta

Chapter 11: Sister Nan, you're not a streamer, are you?

"Did you manage to use a secret signal by chance?"

When Ning Chen asked her, Mu Zhinan didn't hesitate too much.

He replied, "Since he gave the secret signal and offered a lot of small gold coins, let's let him go."

【Don't wow, Sister Nan】

Have you forgotten that time during the top-secret space mission, when you were stabbed to death after losing your package?

【revenge!】

This revenge must be taken; let the escort kill him.

[Sister Nan, I'm reporting this. Luckily, they managed to pull out a large gold bar from my crotch.]

It's a military satellite communication device, a high-end model worth over 300,000 yuan.

[Let him escape]

【I'm also reporting Sister Nan. Just now, Brother Jiaoxing said that he would have his bodyguard kill Brother Escort and then make you take out the big red envelope from your insurance before he would let you go.】

[That despicable lucky guy]

[(Manual sarcasm) Yes, yes, Brother Lucky did say that, I can testify]

I also testify.

[I, Li Yi, am making a formal complaint, and it's true that Brother Jiaoxing did say those words.]

Holy crap, bro, are you serious?

"No, did they really say that by sheer luck?"

As soon as Mu Zhinan finished speaking, she saw the comments in her live stream.

They all reported the theft using their real names, hoping to get away with hiding things.

He even said he was lucky that this guy actually wanted his bodyguard to kill his own Xiao Ningzi first, and then strip him clean.

Suddenly.

Mu Zhinan frowned. She hadn't expected that, by sheer luck, someone would actually say that.

After all, we all know each other.

Even if it's just a joke or something.

It's nothing more than making such a big deal out of nothing.

What she cared about was the atmosphere in the live stream: "Brothers, stop stirring up trouble."

After saying that, Mu Zhinan stopped looking at the comments.

He spoke to Ning Chen again, saying, "Let Brother Jiaoxing go. Anyway, our order is for Africa Star, so we don't need this little bit."

"Received, Sister Nan. No problem, Sister Nan."

After receiving the boss's words, Ning Chen immediately responded.

'Da da'

After saying that, he fired a shot at the red house.

He gestured to the lucky guy that he could leave.

"Hehehe, brothers, what did I tell you? We survived, didn't we?"

Seeing this, Brother Jiao finally relaxed.

He laughed again: "Although we lost quite a few gold coins this time, at least we survived, right?"

"There shouldn't be many people outside now, so we can go to the public bathhouse, open some hotel cards, and eat as much as possible, especially for the account holder."

He chuckled to himself.

Without looking back, Brother Jiao ran towards the entrance of the ocean, wanting to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, as if he was afraid that Ning Chen would change his mind.

"tsk"

Ning Chen let Brother Jiaoxing leave.

But this somewhat unwilling click of the tongue was clearly heard by the viewers in Mu Zhinan's live stream.

【Hahahahahaha】

The escort guy seemed quite unwilling to accept it.

[The guy in front really hit the nail on the head]

[The "escort brother" must have been in the "lucky brother's" live stream and never won a single lucky bag, which is why he's so resentful. And it seems like the "escort brother" is a pretty high-ranking person.]

【Killing me】

[Sister Nan is so confused!]

"Didn't manage to get a lucky bag?"

Mu Zhinan glanced at the comments section and couldn't help but smile.

Turning to Ning Chen, she asked, "Little Ning, you seem to harbor a lot of resentment towards Jiao Xing. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing this, Ning Chen couldn't help but cough.

Somewhat embarrassed, he said, "It's nothing serious, just the frustration of not winning a lucky bag."

"I see. It's normal if you can't get one. After all, there are quite a lot of people in the live stream. With so many people competing for one lucky bag, the chances of winning are too small." Mu Zhinan wasn't surprised by this.

The live stream, which was fortunate, consistently had a high viewership.

At its lowest, there were over 10,000 people; at its highest, 30,000 to 40,000 was the norm.

Those who will win a lucky bag.

I feel like I could go buy a lottery ticket.

Alternatively, you can just randomly pick a container in the game, and you'll likely get a star; your luck is off the charts.

Fortunately, the live stream's popularity has remained high.

Part of the reason is the relatively generous benefits.

After all, he gives away about two thousand dumplings during each of his live streams.

This is real money.

"correct."

"Nan-jie, how did you know we had a car accident?"

After Brother Lucky disappeared in an instant, Ning Chen suddenly realized something.

So, how did my boss know about the car accident?

After all, it's a game called Delta Force.

Unlike games like CF, there is no information about the players entering the game. Apart from your own team making a kill, killing someone else, or picking up an identity card, you can't see any information about other players.

At this moment, the escort suddenly realized something was wrong.

[What do you think Brother Huhang's reaction would be if he knew that Sister Nan is actually a big streamer with over 10 viewers per stream, and that we all know and hear clearly about him being dumped by a woman he dated?]

【hiss! 】

How terrifying!

[This level of social death is terrifying to even think about, isn't it?]

If the escorting guy knew this now, it would be hilarious!

I want to see it!

[Nan, why don't you just expose yourself?]

[That's right, that's right, Sister Nan, let's see how the escort guy reacts!]

Holy crap, guys, it has to be you guys!

[That's ruthless! Doesn't anyone care about the guy who was protecting us?]

[Anyway, there are plenty of clips from Sister Nan's live streams. This explosive moment will be shown tomorrow, and the escort brother will find out sooner or later. It's better to just expose it directly; the entertainment value will be off the charts.]

Don't tell me, please don't tell me.

[Begging Sister Nan to expose herself, I want to see the escort gang die.]

"This"

I have to say, after seeing these comments...

For a fleeting moment, Mu Zhinan had the impulse to reveal herself: "Actually, I'm a streamer, and my live stream always has over 10 viewers online."
If I were to self-destruct now.

The show's impact was absolutely explosive.

But then I thought about it.

Mu Zhinan suppressed the impulse again, after all, Xiao Ningzi was already so pitiful.

If we add fuel to the fire...

What if he can't handle the blow and can't think straight?
"Forget it, guys, let's not do this."

After thinking about it for a while, Mu Zhinan gave up on the idea of ​​playing CS.

He said in the live stream: "Xiao Ningzi is already so pitiful, and you guys still want to mess with him? Don't you guys have any compassion?"

Mu Zhinan rolled her eyes.

He ignored the clamoring netizens.

He opened the microphone and said, "Ah, Xiao Ningzi, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."

"Nan-jie, how did you know we had a car accident?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Chen repeated it once, and then suddenly thought of something terrifying.

Suddenly, I felt terrible.

"No way?"

Ning Chen was somewhat skeptical.

After swallowing hard.

With a slightly trembling voice, she asked the shop owner, "Hey, Sister Nan, you're not a streamer too, are you?"

Oh right, I forgot to tell the guys.

Last night, the author's confidential Baksh trading resulted in two big red coins: a defibrillator and a laptop. Hehehe.

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