With the skillet in his hand, Ye Lang successfully captured the chicken throne among more than a dozen players in red.

"Young brother, you are so awesome, you're so handsome when you turn the blame!"

Tuantuan said in his teammate Mai.

Although it was a praising word, Ye Lang always felt something was wrong.

At this time, another 666 was being swept in the live broadcast room.

"666, anchor, what else do you know how to do?"

"I feel he can do anything!"

"The God of Warrior Ye Lang, so terrifying!"

Barrages were rolling, and at the same time, many rich viewers were also giving gifts in the live broadcast room.

"My surname is Wang, and I give it to the anchor Huya No. 1×6!"

"Tao Susu is given to anchor Huya No. 1×2!"

"Pipi Xiaoshrimp gives the anchor glow stick X66!"

"Pikachu girl gives the anchor hotpot X5!"

...

Ye Lang looked at it and the audience in the live broadcast room tonight was very enthusiastic and they were not ruthless when they took gifts one by one. The gift income in the live broadcast room tonight was estimated to be over millions.

This is a very terrifying data. Which live broadcast room can make millions of money in one night?

Ye Lang is probably the only one!

With Ye Lang's leading role, more and more Chinese players flocked to the North American server, wearing red clothes and joining forces to deal with players in the North American server.

Of course, players in the North American server were not vegetarians. Soon several game guilds in North America began to organize counterattacks. Players in the North American server spontaneously wore black clothes, which was in sharp contrast to the red-clothed army of Chinese players.

The North American server at this moment can be said to be quite chaotic, and it has completely relied on the color of the clothes to distinguish enemies and teammates.

In the new game, Ye Lang eliminated a North American player and changed into the other party's black clothes.

Tuantuan next to him asked curiously: "What are you doing, little brother?"

"Spy 007, officially launched!"

Ye Lang said with a smile.

Tuantuan was shocked: "Little brother... are you going to be an undercover agent?!"

The audience in the live broadcast room was suddenly excited, but he didn't expect Ye Lang to have such an operation.

"666, this is so slutty, but can you hide it from the anchor?"

"Awesome plus, I'm looking forward to it more and more."

"666, you played a survival game like a spy war game."

"Hurry up, I want to see!"

...

After seeing Ye Lang changing his clothes, Tuantuan was also a little eager to try: "Little brother, I'll go in with you as an undercover agent, I'm very professional!"

Ye Lang shook his head and said, "You can't."

Tuantuan was dissatisfied: "Why?!"

"You don't even know how to speak English, why do you become an undercover agent?"

Ye Lang smiled and said, "You should fight the enemy safely on the frontal battlefield."

"snort."

Tuantuan said stubbornly: "Actually, I still know a little bit, and normal communication should not be a problem."

"Just your Sichuan-style English?"

Ye Lang said jokingly.

"I…"

Tuantuan was choked all of a sudden and said angrily: "Hmph, Ignore you anymore, I'll go find the big army."

Fans in the live broadcast room couldn't help laughing when they could see the conversation between the two.

"Hahaha, Tuantuan's English proficiency is simply hard to describe."

"Don't speak English anymore, she has Sichuan flavor in Mandarin."

"Tuantuan Mandarin is really ordinary..."

…

The audience in the live broadcast room joked that Ye Lang had already separated from Tuantuan when he was about to drive a motorcycle to a place where the army in black was crowded.

Looking at the crowd of men in black in front of him, Ye Lang estimated that there should be more than a dozen or twenty people!

Very     good!

Ye Lang immediately drove towards them on his motorcycle, and was soon stopped.

Immediately opened the whole mic and shouted: "Don't shoot, don't shoot, your own people!"

Ye Lang, who has foreign language proficiency skills, had no suspicion in his fluent English and quickly got involved.

After getting into the crowd, Ye Lang quietly came to the rear of the enemy, switched out the grenade from his backpack, and threw the thunder while running!

Grenades flew out of Ye Lang's hands and flew towards the crowds, creating an artificial bombardment area!

Roars sounded, and waves of dust flew. Ye Lang fell out of 78 grenades. The power of the explosion caused should not be underestimated and the coverage area was quite wide.

The location of each thunder is carefully studied by Ye Lang, which can maximize the damage!

One by one, the players were killed in Ye Lang's hands, and killing prompts appeared one by one.

"Player Yelang used a grenade to blow the player yfgga!"

"Player Yelang used the grenade to eliminate the player ffggs!"

...

"Dingdong, nightmare is worth 243134453...!"

After the artificial bombardment was over, only neatly arranged boxes were left in front of Ye Lang...

Ye Lang walked over slowly and picked up all the useful things in the boxes. Among them, grenades and smoke bombs are what he needs most and are essential artifacts for undercover!

The audience in the live broadcast room was already in full swing.

"Tianxiu! This is simply Xiu'er!"

"Awesome plus! I'm convinced you!"

"Hahaha, I will be killed by a slut in this live broadcast room sooner or later. This anchor is so sexy and powerful!"

“It turns out that learning one more foreign language is always useful.”

"I shed tears of regret when I speak poorly..."

...

After killing a group of black-clothed troops, Ye Lang drove his motorcycle to continue looking for his target. After a long walk, something very embarrassing happened.

He was chased by his own people, and several players in red chased him behind him, still shooting him from time to time.

"Your sister, the undercover is indeed not a job for humans!"

Ye Lang said frustratedly, and there were about four or five people chasing him behind him, and he was clenched.

The audience in the live broadcast room had already laughed.

"Hahaha, I'll die of laughter in this live broadcast room sooner or later."

"The No. sniper God in China died sadly at his own hands."

"You are so bad. Brother Ye Lang is so powerful. There must be a way to get rid of them."

"It's not good to do it, and it's not good not to do it. It's really difficult for the anchor to do it!"

...

He was chased by four or five of his own people. After escaping for a while, Ye Lang quickly saw the crowds of blacks ahead and immediately rushed over in excitement.

My dear friends, I finally found you!

Ye Lang drove over, opened the Mai and said, "I finally found the large army. I was almost killed by these Chinese people. Brothers depend on you."

"It's okay, by the way, what happened to the explosion just now? Why did so many people die?" asked one of the men in black.

Ye Lang replied in fluent English: "It's so hateful to say. There is a very powerful player in China called Ye Lang."

Then he said with a little exaggeration: "He is simply a devil, so terrible that he sneaked behind us quietly and threw a bunch of grenades."

"Fortunately I ran faster, otherwise I would have fallen into it too!"
Chapter completed!