Jiang Siming raised the Desert Eagle in his hand. Without a scope, he relied on the pistol's tiny front sight and fired two shots in succession at the window where the shots had just come from!
The TL player holding the MINI14 had his Level 1 helmet blown to pieces by two Desert Eagle bullets. He collapsed beneath the window inside the room, becoming a kneeling demon.
Bang!
The spectators at the venue all cried out in shock. How could the Desert Eagle be so powerful? And how could Jiang Siming dare to take that shot?
He only had a pistol, and he had already taken a shot, yet he still dared to go head-to-head with a MINI14.
The match had only just begun, but the atmosphere had already been ignited by Jiang Siming's two bullets.
The title God of Slaughter suited Jiang Siming perfectly. No one was more fitting for it.
"Roar, roar! Ming has started again! That familiar style—this is the strength of the previous PGI World Championship MVP! He instantly killed TL's sonixx!"
The familiar bearded official commentator had transformed into a Ming fanboy once again.
"It's hard to imagine that this newly released pistol could perform so brilliantly in Ming's hands. Two shots destroyed a Level 1 helmet. This gun has even greater power than the revolver. No wonder it's the king of pistols!"
The other tall, thin foreign commentator could not help sighing in amazement.
With just those two simple remarks, the two commentators once again raised the atmosphere of the match by several degrees.
Jiang Siming, still in the game, paid no attention to how the outside world was judging him.
He only knew that although he had knocked one person down, he had also encountered a huge problem.
TL knew he only had