"Damn, who the hell are these people? They're freaking shameless!"
Wei Shen was completely depressed.
They hadn't killed a single person this game, and the circle had only reached the third phase.
To die like this—who wouldn't be depressed?
Even Jiang Siming hadn't expected that he and Kite would narrowly escape disaster.
The placement of this Spike Trap had been incredibly clever, completely exploiting professional players' habits and thought processes.
Everyone else placed theirs on the highway, but this person had done the opposite and put it at the foot of the mountain.
And it had to be said, this method often produced miraculous results.
Look, Ah Wei and Yong Yuan had just given away their lives for free.
Seeing how horribly Wei Shen and Yong Yuan had died, Kite suddenly felt incredibly lucky.
Although she had been knocked down three times, at least she hadn't died outright, right?
Of course Jiang Siming wouldn't simply run away after his teammates had been ambushed.
The opponents who had killed them were even his own people—RNG.
Sigh, Jiang Siming felt that his luck really was terrible today. Every game, he ran into ambushes from his own people.
But it was normal. After all, this World Championship had four Chinese teams crammed together.
It was perfectly normal for them to run into one another.
In fact, it would have been strange if they didn't encounter each other every game. It wasn't like they were the Korean team.
But since they had run into each other, Jiang Siming had no reason to let them off.
He got out of the vehicle at a nearby shooting range.
Kite watched their rear to prevent a sneak attack, while Jiang Siming kept his eyes on the spot where Ah Wei and the others had just died.
Unfortunately,