Mojing had lost his reason by now. After all, having the duck in his mouth fly away at the last moment had shattered his mentality.
He could imagine how audiences around the world would laugh at him.
Jiang Siming had to die. Otherwise, he would be treated as a laughingstock for the rest of his life.
Mojing had gone insane. In the smoke, he frantically sprayed at his target, bullets tearing through the haze like torrential rain.
He looked exactly like a gambler who had lost everything at a casino and gone berserk.
However, Jiang Siming had already quietly slipped out of the smoke and behind a stone pillar at the foot of the mine building.
Even if Mojing fired ten thousand bullets, he still couldn't hit Jiang Siming from that angle.
Jiang Siming calmly healed himself, not forgetting to taunt him. "This guy really sucks. He can't even hit me like this, and he wants to play professionally? He'd be better off going home to raise pigs."
Fortunately, Mojing couldn't hear him. If he had, he would have vomited blood on the spot.
Listening to the increasingly dense hail of bullets beside him, Jiang Siming wasn't nervous in the slightest. Instead, he had time to examine the spoils he had just obtained.
After killing that War God player, his opponent had given him a gray fragment. He hadn't had time to look at it yet.
Pick up one gray fragment containing 100% of the shares of Moscow's A-grade military factory (1/8). Fragment quantity insufficient; cannot be used yet.
Damn it, what use was this thing?
Jiang Siming complained inwardly. The system had given him a military factory for no reason. Although an A-grade factory was a large-scale military factory, what was he supposed to do with it?