That barrage of grenades directly wiped out half the players on the map.
Only four people remained, including Jiang Siming.
None of the four had any intention of playing the snipe-and-wait game anymore.
Who knew whether this guy still had grenades? One by one, they hid themselves deeply, keeping their eyes peeled in every direction and their ears alert, terrified that another grenade might come flying over.
Jiang Siming had taken three kills with grenades. Delighted, he pulled out four Molotov cocktails again.
Unfortunately, he failed to burn anyone to death this time. However, this also let Jiang Siming know that there was probably no one at the spots where he had thrown the Molotovs.
He also remembered all the spots he had checked with grenades.
Thus, although Jiang Siming seemed not to have found a single person, he had actually guessed all the hiding places of the remaining three.
There were less than ten seconds before the zone shrank, and Jiang Siming could not be bothered to wait any longer.
He was afraid some extreme players might really stay in the zone and use medkits to withstand the damage instead of coming out.
He only had two first-aid kits in his backpack. Everything else had been used to carry throwable items.
So Jiang Siming had no intention of competing with them to see who could last longer in the zone.
Since none of them were willing to come out, Jiang Siming took the initiative.
Eighty percent of the spots here had been cleared by Jiang Siming with grenades and Molotovs. The few remaining spots were most likely where they were hiding.
Jiang Siming moved in from the left, avoiding their lines of sight as much as possible, and first aimed at one of the spots.
The player hiding there