The two players who had been covering the stairs awkwardly pulled back their rifles and began helping their fallen teammates up from the corner. They had been covering the stairs for so long, never realizing that Jiang Siming had already gone upstairs.
They calculated how long it would take Jiang Siming to come downstairs. It would be enough time for them to get their teammates up and regroup as four. They still had a chance of winning.
The four Koreans nervously pricked up their ears and listened for footsteps at the stairwell. Strangely, though, they heard nothing from the stairs, and their hearts relaxed a little.
Just then, one of the players helping someone up noticed something was wrong. He instinctively looked up.
A figure was crouching on the windowsill of the room at the far end of the second floor, watching them.
Yes, it seemed he had been there all along, silently watching them.
If their game characters had expressions, they would definitely have seen Jiang Siming smiling at them.
Whoosh!
In that instant, the hair on all four players' bodies stood on end!
It was like watching the most terrifying part of a horror movie. When people were least prepared, something suddenly happened, enough to scare the soul out of them.
Imagine being highly tense, only to find someone staring at you from a place you never expected—and even smiling at you.
That feeling nearly made the two Korean players helping their teammates fling their mice away.
They instinctively tried to raise their guns and fire back, but Jiang Siming was still one step faster and opened fire first.
Just like that, all six players died at Jiang Siming's hands with ease.
From landing to the end, it had taken less than two minutes.
"Ming Shen is awesome!"