"Damn your grandma, even if you hadn't beaten me to death, you nearly scared me to death! You guys are seriously something else!"
Jiang Siming finally recovered, but he was still patting his chest, his face showing how badly he had been scared.
Furious, Jiang Siming put away his gun and finished the man off with his fists, punch after punch.
That's for scaring me! Take this little fist barrage!
The people from TSM finally realized that Jiang Siming had brought only one gun!
"He doesn't have a rifle! Just a Kar98k!"
The man Jiang Siming had finished off with his fists had personally seen that Jiang Siming really had no other weapon on him. He had only one Kar98k from head to toe.
"Get him! Don't let him pick up my rifle, or this'll be even harder! He only has a sniper rifle, so rush him now!"
After hearing that, another TSM teammate who had been lying in ambush did not hesitate at all and immediately ran toward Jiang Siming's position.
After finishing the man off, Jiang Siming had wanted to pick up his rifle, but he heard another set of footsteps not far behind the crate.
There was no time to pick up the gun. He also had to reload.
Jiang Siming gave up on picking up the rifle. He ejected the spent shell from the Kar98k that had just fired and reloaded it.
By then, the opponent had already charged over without regard for anything else.
Many people liked to hold the right side when waiting for someone, because it felt more comfortable.
Peeking from the left was difficult, so this TSM player had kept his eyes fixed on the right side of the crate. He believed Jiang Siming would emerge from there to shoot him.
But