The two of them fired almost simultaneously!
The person on the motorcycle was so scared that even the hand gripping the handlebars began to tremble!
Even escaping was a pipe dream. Jiang Siming's Mini 14 was practically firing full-auto, and Kite's marksmanship was nothing to scoff at either.
Both of them hit the man. He did not even have time to step on the gas before he fell over on the spot!
"Aw, I didn't get the kill." Kite stuck out her tongue.
Jiang Siming had taken the kill after all.
Jiang Siming would never casually give up a kill. After all, he needed to pick up fragments.
After discovering their teammate had gone down, the other three members of the Japanese team hesitated for a moment.
Considering Jiang Siming's reputation, they still decided to leave.
But because they hesitated, they missed the best time to escape.
Before the vehicle could drive away, the muzzle of Jiang Siming's Mini 14 was already aimed at them.
Its rate of fire was like that of a fully automatic rifle, and bullets crazily drilled into their jeep!
In the end, another team member went down before the Japanese players escaped Jiang Siming's line of sight.
They should have lost only one teammate, but that brief hesitation made their situation even worse.
As expected, this was their first competition, and they had no experience fighting Jiang Siming.
Now that they had lost two people, the two remaining Japanese players no longer dared hesitate and sped away.
Jiang Siming chased them out of the tomb-keeper's hut, but the enemies had already gotten far away.
He shook his head regretfully. If they had hesitated a little longer, he could have taken down both of the remaining two.
"I should've shot the tires!" Jiang Siming regretted it.