Jiang Siming was in no hurry. He hid in a corner and slowly waited for the smoke grenade to clear.
After more than ten seconds, the smoke gradually dispersed.
The scene was utterly silent. Not a sound could be heard.
The two people who had been staring at the stairway were puzzled. Why was there no movement downstairs?
Jiang Siming hadn't gone upstairs either. Where had he gone? Could he have been scared and chosen to give up attacking the building and run away?
The more they thought about it, the more likely it seemed. After all, they had two nearby allies. If Jiang Siming attacked one of them, the other could ambush him.
If they were Jiang Siming, they would definitely give up attacking the building.
Since Jiang Siming had given up, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The player in Jiang Siming's building had already started drinking a healing item.
He hadn't suffered any real injuries, but he had been frightened out of his wits and needed to drink something to calm down.
Gulp, gulp~
The player drank deeply, but he didn't dare lower his guard at all. He kept staring fixedly at the stairway.
Little did he know that someone was already standing behind him.
Jiang Siming crept over one tiny step at a time. Seeing that the guy still hadn't noticed him, he simply pulled out the frying pan from behind him and smacked it against the back of his head!
Clang!
-70!
The man glanced at his health bar, then instinctively turned around. He was so terrified that he went completely stiff. He couldn't even manage the basic action of turning around and firing.
Instead of firing, he switched weapons, standing there and cycling through his guns.
His movements had been completely distorted