Jiang Siming, transformed into a reckless brawler, forcibly charged into someone else's territory.
Whenever he saw a head, he looked like a vampire spotting a blood bank. His hunger was enough to make anyone shudder.
The houses in the mine were all workshops. They were tall, built from wood, with the middle left hollow and another level constructed above.
Though they were clearly only two-story houses, they were somehow even taller than the puzzle buildings.
They were perfect for setting up a rifle and sniping people.
Moreover, the stairs were easy to defend and difficult to attack. There was no denying that this person had chosen an extremely tricky sniper position.
Even though Jiang Siming knew the stairs would be difficult to rush, he didn't consider the risk at all. He only cared about the kills.
The moment Jiang Siming stepped onto the stairs, a Molotov cocktail was thrown down from above.
The flaming bottle smashed precisely onto the stairs Jiang Siming was about to climb. The flames blazed fiercely, covering the entire staircase.
It successfully halted Jiang Siming's advance.
Jiang Siming didn't panic. He retreated and waited for the flames to disappear before attacking upward again.
But just as he reached the stairs, another Molotov was thrown down from above, setting the staircase ablaze once more.
Jiang Siming could only retreat again.
The best way to prevent someone from pushing upstairs was to block the stairs with Molotovs. There was absolutely no way anyone could get up.
Even someone as strong as Jiang Siming was helpless against the Molotovs on the stairs.
All he could say was that his opponent was playing very calmly, without the slightest sign of panic despite Jiang Siming's assault.
Jiang Siming had no idea that the person in the mine house was currently ranked