Jiang Siming calmly waited downstairs for the Molotov's burning time to end, even taking the opportunity to drink two bottles of iced cola to restore his condition.
When the flames died out, Jiang Siming decisively strode up the stairs. From the stairway entrance on the first floor, he used the wall to bounce two flashbangs upward.
Hearing the flashbangs explode, Jiang Siming charged upstairs without bothering to check whether they had blinded anyone.
He had thrown the flashes simply to make the opponent panic and lose his composure.
If they hit, he could kill his opponent without losing a sliver of health. If they missed, it would not matter much—at most, he would take a bullet or two from the pre-fired shots.
Of course, that required the opponent to at least be among the top three thousand, and one of the very best in shooting and reaction speed.
Clearly, this person was not. Jiang Siming's flashes had missed, but the result was still the same.
The Groza easily claimed his head, while Jiang Siming did not take a single shot.
His terrifying reaction speed, freed from the limitations of a computer, meant that Jiang Siming's close-combat ability was more than a level above his sniping skills.
The second soul to fall to the Groza finally gave Jiang Siming a new fragment.
Picked up 100,000 Bitcoin Gold Fragment ×1 (1/3). Fragment count incomplete. Unable to use.
When he saw this fragment, Jiang Siming did not look surprised or delighted as he usually did. Instead, he looked thoroughly disgusted.
Why had he picked up something even more unstable than stocks, something inflated by merchants?
At first, he did not even know what it was. Recently, though, with Bitcoin's price skyrocketing, he had listened to his many business-elite wives discuss their