Human Body Outline Customer

016. Human Silhouette Customer

Soon, a player with a burly male character ran out after looting the unfinished building.

Just as he was about to call his teammate to flee, Tuan Tuan opened fire from the side.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

The sound of the M416 startled him.

Unfortunately, the nickname "Shark First Stewardess, Parachuting Princess" wasn't given for nothing.

Even though she had the drop on him with a pre-aim, Tuan Tuan's aim was as inconsistent as ever—she emptied a whole magazine and only landed one shot.

The opponent was clearly skilled, given this was a 2000-point lobby.

Unfazed by the ambush, he immediately returned fire head-on.

His aim was far better than Tuan Tuan's, and he ended up knocking her down instead.

"Ah!!!!! Big bro, don't kill me!!!"

The audience's familiar squealing rang out as usual, and the live stream room burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha, that aim is touching, just tracing human silhouettes!"

"The umbrella king lives up to the name; Stewardess Tuan is catching the next flight."

"That aim is terrifying—it could scare someone to death."

"That guy's probably thinking: Are you kidding me?"

Jiang Siming didn't hear the squealing. Seeing his customer downed, he immediately ran out from the left, sidestepped, aimed down sights, and lined up the head.

Rat-a-tat!

With just two shots, the opponent hit the ground, and Tuan Tuan was thankfully spared from being finished off.

"Nice! Little bro, biangbiangbiang! Quick, pick me up~"

Tuan Tuan was pleasantly surprised—it seemed this little bro had some skill, coming over in time to finish the fight.

She didn't notice that Jiang Siming had only fired two shots, both headshots.

Her only thought was surviving first; her will to live was practically overwhelming.

"Hold on a sec, the other one's already here."

Jiang Siming didn't revive her right away. Instead, he turned and charged into the building complex.

With his newly acquired Reaction Speed Talent, he had no fear of corner campers—no one could outreact him!

Seeing Jiang Siming charge in, the remaining guy sneered coldly.

This wasn't FPP mode; as long as he held the angle, he was sure Jiang Siming was dead meat!

As Jiang Siming closed in, the guy smoothly peeked out from behind the crate he was camping, ready to execute him.

But he never expected Jiang Siming's reaction to be far faster!

"Hey, why are you rushing in? Just hold the angle, hold the angle and he's—"

Before she could finish her complaint, Tuan Tuan saw another kill notification pop up in the top right corner.

"Player Mengmengda killed player Kkkkk with an M16 headshot."

Plus the one from before, Jiang Siming had wiped the entire squad.

This time, Tuan Tuan felt something was off—the guy's skill seemed genuinely good.

Charging in to face an enemy head-on, using the crappy M16 to kill a camper, and not even taking damage.

Unless that guy was a total noob, it meant Jiang Siming was really strong!

After taking out the second guy, Jiang Siming was thrilled to see a white light pop out of the enemy's backpack.

He didn't pick up the fragment right away; instead, he chose to revive his teammate first.

If he killed someone and looted before helping his teammate, the customer would definitely be unhappy.

To maintain his gaming companion business, Jiang Siming played it smart.

Indeed, Jiang Siming's decision to revive Tuan Tuan before looting made her even more satisfied. She secretly felt like she'd struck gold.

After reviving her, Jiang Siming immediately went back to pick up the fragment.

"Picked up Mini 14 Mastery Fragment x1 (1/1). Fragment count full. Can be used directly."

Nice, another sniper rifle unlocked.

The Kar98k, Win 94, SKS, and Mini 14—these four snipers were now fully mastered by Jiang Siming.

It wasn't as convenient as Rifle Mastery, which only needed one fragment to unlock everything.

But maybe sniper rifles were harder to use, so they had to be unlocked one by one.

On the other side, Tuan Tuan, now revived, healed up fully before joining Jiang Siming to loot the packs.

"Little bro, I feel like you're definitely not the 1500 points listed on your profile. Are you pretending to be weak to catch me off guard?"

"That really is my main account, but I don't play it much, so it's only 1500 points."

"So you're saying you're a talent-type player?"

"You could put it that way."

"Pfft, you really don't hold back on the modesty, huh."

"If I get modest, people will say I'm faking it. Ah, it's so hard being me."

Giggle giggle.

Tuan Tuan let out a pig-like laugh, and inside she was wondering—she'd been in a terrible mood earlier.

But she never expected that after less than twenty exchanges with this escort player, her mood had suddenly cleared up.

They looted the enemy squad's Loot Boxes clean, swapping out their gear for better stuff.

Tuan Tuan had a Kar98k plus a fully kitted M416.

Jiang Siming held an SKS marksman rifle in one hand, and an AK with half the attachments minus a muzzle in the other, along with a Level 2 vest, Level 2 backpack, various small meds and big packs, plus a few grenades and smokes.

Too bad the enemy's Level 2 helmets had all been blown off by Jiang Siming—he'd forgotten about that during the fight.

So he was still running around with an empty noggin.

"Little Brother, take the helmet, it's a thank-you for saving me."

Jiang Siming thought about refusing, but since she'd already taken it off, he accepted it generously and put it on.

He didn't like the whole fake-refusal routine; since she wanted to give it, he'd take it.

Tuan Tuan was happy too. She really liked Jiang Siming's attitude—not overly polite, but still respectful.

That was way better than Chen Sigou. One understood her, respected her, and kept a proper distance.

The other kept pushing boundaries without any limits, using every trick to suck up, never caring about her feelings.

The difference was clear as day—anyone would make the right choice.

After putting on the helmet, Jiang Siming also picked up a Sports Car she'd parked there.

The two got in and drove toward the safe zone. Along the way, Tuan Tuan was in a great mood! She even started singing for the viewers, but she was singing with the push-to-talk key, so Jiang Siming couldn't hear.

Jiang Siming took the wheel.

That was Tuan Tuan's request—she knew her driving was roadkill-level, so she didn't want to embarrass herself.

Jiang Siming hit the gas, and the car sped off. They were driving near the plane wreckage on the Desert Map, full of bumpy sand dunes going up and down.

Tuan Tuan had already braced herself to lose a few HP from collisions, since this terrain was tough to drive on, especially with a low-riding Sports Car.

But to her surprise, in Jiang Siming's hands, this Ferrari—with its ultra-low chassis that couldn't even climb slopes—glided through the steep, uneven dunes like it was nothing.

Not a single point of damage from bumps, not even a skid.

And the speed stayed above 110 the whole time. Tuan Tuan even managed to pop a Painkiller during the ride.

"What a veteran driver!"

"Damn, that driving is insane! At least ten years of experience, right?"

"Seeing this, I want to slap my boyfriend who always crashes and gets us killed while carrying me to chicken dinners!"

"This driving's on par with Dumb Sister's 'boyfriend.'"

"Voice sounds the same too, driving's just as slick—could it really be him?"

The car suddenly slowed down as it passed an open area.

"What's up?" Tuan Tuan asked, munching on a chicken claw.

"Someone's grabbing an Airdrop. Want to take them out?" Jiang Siming asked—after all, it was up to the customer.

"An Airdrop! That's a dream! How could we not go? Let's go, let's go!"

The moment she heard Airdrop, she dropped the chicken claw and licked the grease off her fingers.

Jiang Siming got the order and drove straight toward the distant drop point, but he stopped three hundred meters away.

"Stopping that far? I can't hit them. Can we get closer?" Tuan Tuan said with a pout.

Anything past a hundred meters, and her sniper was just a fire poker—let alone three hundred.