This situation still meant Ming was going to die!
The enemy already had a gun, while Ming was still empty-handed.
An ordinary person would have despaired long ago.
The Indian captain crawled along, laughing smugly.
"Show off? Keep showing off! Let's see how you operate now! Once I get up, I'll smash your dog head to pieces!"
However, Jiang Siming decisively gave up on continuing to beat the Indian captain at that moment. He turned around, picked up the machete he had just thrown again, and rushed out through the warehouse door!
It looked like he was trying to run away!
The Indian captain panicked and hurriedly shouted, "He's running! Chase him!"
If Jiang Siming got away, they would still lose all their face—and this might be their only chance to kill him.
If they missed it, the situation might reverse again.
The Indian player who had picked up the gun naturally knew this too. After changing his magazine, he chased out through the back door of the warehouse.
It was a seemingly suspense-free pursuit, yet it had every viewer on the edge of their seats.
But the instant the Indian player stepped out through the back door!
Jiang Siming suddenly appeared on the right!
The Indian player instinctively tried to raise his gun and fire, but an unidentified object came hurtling toward him!
Thud!
The sound of flesh being pierced rang out.
A machete struck him squarely in the forehead!
Don't be fooled by the low damage of melee weapons. Within fifteen meters, thrown melee weapons actually dealt very high damage. If the enemy wasn't wearing a helmet, being struck in the head by one could result in an instant kill!
Jiang Siming had deliberately run away to give himself a little time to prepare, in case he made