Da Jing had been left at the Third Factory alone, treated like an orphan.
He wanted to escape on his motorcycle too.
But Jiang Siming had already blown out the motorcycle's tires.
Now, Da Jing was calling to the heavens, but no one answered; calling to the earth, but no one responded.
Da Jing really wanted to cry. He truly couldn't see where Jiang Siming was.
The fear of the unknown, combined with the immense pressure brought by Jiang Siming's ID, was overwhelming.
Da Jing's head was buzzing. He felt like he was definitely going to die.
Just as he was about to despair, the sound of several vehicle wheels came from the other side, rapidly closing in on the Third Factory.
It turned out that Jiang Siming's gunshots had been too quiet. A nearby team hadn't heard them and had come rushing toward the Airdrop.
Da Jing was overjoyed. He felt that his life had taken another turn for the better.
There were two pig trucks heading to the Third Factory.
When the four men saw the Airdrop, they were delighted at first and were about to pick it up, but then they spotted Da Jing and the others' motorcycles nearby!
The four immediately realized that someone was here.
But they didn't leave. After all, there was only one motorcycle, which meant there could be at most two people here.
Why should the four of them be afraid?
"We found him! There's one behind the forklift!"
The arriving team spotted Da Jing!
The players themselves didn't know one another, but the spectators, who had a god's-eye view, saw everything clearly.
The foreign spectators wore gleeful expressions, while the Chinese spectators all smiled bitterly.
Because the team that had arrived was also from the China Server Region: the RNG team.