The coat-wearing man had no one else around him at the moment, but his intuition told him that his assassin teammate should be nearby right now.
As for his sniper rifle, which he currently could not find a trace of, it was nine out of ten times hidden by this shady fellow, otherwise it was hard to explain why he and the others hadn't seen it anywhere nearby.
A player's dungeon-dropped items could not be put into another player's personal space unless the owner died, but they could be snatched away or traded by others, and he already had a hunch about what was going to happen next.
Sure enough, just as this man, who could only sit on the roof due to his physical condition, shouted twice, a relatively young voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
"Your weapon was indeed put away by me, and if you want it, bring something to trade for it."
Upon hearing this, the coat-wearing man immediately turned his head back, but found that there was no figure on the roof behind him. Obviously, the speaker was still maintaining invisibility.
"Why are you doing this? We're teammates! To think I used to treat you as a friend, yet you take advantage of my misfortune like this!"
The coat-wearing man then said unhappily toward the direction of his back, feeling that he was extremely unlucky to have encountered such a disgusting teammate.
"Heh heh heh..."
The invisible man behind him immediately let out a sneering laugh upon hearing this.
"Teammates? How do you even have the face to mention the word teammate? If this dungeon wasn't too hard and you hadn't flipped your car, I remember you planned to screw over a certain teammate and take his gear... I'm just changing my plan according