After dealing with Fucha Chunyin, Jiang Siming discovered that he had almost no AWM bullets left—only three rounds.
Jiang Siming still had no secondary weapon. He was dual-wielding AWMs, which wasn't even enough for two magazines. Once he finished firing, they'd both become useless clubs.
Jiang Siming glanced around. There was only Fucha Chunyin's Loot Box.
There was no gun in her pack either. Fucha Chunyin simply didn't know how to pick up guns. Inside were two bows and plenty of arrows.
After thinking it over, Jiang Siming simply discarded one AWM, slung a bow over his back, and equipped the arrows.
That became Jiang Siming's new weapon loadout.
"Is Ming Shen preparing to play with a bow too?"
"Haha, he found the answer for this version. Even Ming Shen has started using a bow."
"He must be out of Magnum bullets, and there aren't any Loot Boxes nearby. He can only make do for now."
"As for Ming Shen's skill with a bow, everyone who watched the second match of the qualifiers has seen it. He's extremely good with a bow too. Calling him an archer who can hit a willow leaf from a hundred paces wouldn't be an exaggeration."
The audience burst into laughter when they saw Jiang Siming carrying a bow, while also becoming even more curious about what kind of moves he would pull off with it.
The safe zone had already refreshed for the seventh time, yet there were still nine players on the field.
They were all hiding in various corners of the shooting range.
There were so many pieces of cover in the shooting range that it could accommodate this many people in such a tiny area.
At a time like this, everyone else stayed put. At most, they would throw some explosives