After leaving the castle, Jiang Siming immediately put all the teams on edge.
They could clearly see Jiang Siming's changing position on the map.
Needless to say, that proved the killer was on the move.
During the Preliminary Rounds, many amateur teams simply didn't pay attention to this.
But now that it was the finals and everyone was a top-tier team, no one could afford to be careless.
Since no one knew whether Jiang Siming was acting alone or with his entire team, any team that spotted him approaching either hid far away or holed up in a building.
In the heavy snow, it seemed as though the only sound in the world was Jiang Siming's car. Nothing else could be heard.
But that didn't mean Jiang Siming was helpless.
He had trained himself during the Preliminary Rounds to memorize the positions of every nearby team he could see while parachuting.
Even teams far away were marked down on Jiang Siming's map.
That was so he could conveniently hunt them down now.
Before landing, he remembered that a team had dropped at the monastery not far southwest of the castle.
He drove straight there. The monastery was small, so the other team had looted it quickly.
When Jiang Siming arrived, the team happened to be preparing to drive away.
They were directly ahead of him. Jiang Siming instantly switched to the passenger seat, leaned out of the window, and thrust out a simple wooden spear.
Bang!
The bullet left the barrel, tore free of its casing, and headed straight for the driver's seat!
The driver dropped on the spot, rolling down the snowy ground streaked with blood. Drops of blood fell onto the white snow, forming a red circle that rapidly spread.
The unfortunate driver hadn't found a Level-three helmet