Although the person on the other side of the car hadn't been hit, the flames covering him made it impossible to shoot. All he could think about was getting out of the burning area first.
Jiang Siming didn't even bother aiming his DP-28 at him. Instead, he aimed at the person in the small restroom nearby.
He had seen all four of their positions clearly long ago.
The guy in the restroom had watched two teammates go down. Since he was in FPP view, he couldn't see anything outside the restroom.
He assumed Jiang Siming would definitely go after the last teammate beside the car, so he naively leaned out to shoot.
Unfortunately, a full burst of bullets was waiting for him. Still, the player had decent control and reflexes.
The instant he leaned out and saw Jiang Siming, he immediately pulled back, so only two bullets hit him.
He hurriedly shut the door and began healing, his heart pounding wildly.
Fortunately, he had pulled back quickly. Otherwise, he would definitely have been dead too. The bullet holes in his Level 3 helmet made that clear. If he had been even 0.5 seconds slower, he would have been doomed.
"So this is Ming? He only knows how to pull sneaky, underhanded tricks."
The man pretended to stay calm while reassuring his teammate, "It's fine. Once I'm back to full health, cris, you recover too. Then we'll take him on two-on-one. I'll cover you, and you shoot. He'll definitely die."
"OK. This guy only knows how to use despicable ambushes. I thought he was some great player or something. Heh." Another teammate stubbornly refused to admit defeat.
As if they hadn't just been so frightened by the gunfire that they had nearly flung their mice away.
However, Jiang Siming seemed to