The people inside the house thought Jiang Siming was about to storm the building, so they didn't dare move at all. They stayed where they were, listening as carefully as they could for footsteps downstairs.
The guy even regretted not cleaning out his ears before coming to the competition. If he had dug out the earwax, his hearing might have been a little sharper.
But after listening for a long while, he still didn't hear any movement downstairs. Instead, the smoke dispersed, and everything returned to silence.
There was no movement anywhere nearby. Only the distant gunfire in P City rose and fell, leaving him even more uncertain.
Where did this guy go? Why did everything suddenly go quiet?
Did he use the smoke grenade to escape?
That was very possible!
He couldn't stay here forever, confronting the air.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up from the second-floor balcony and carefully checked the house where Jiang Siming had been hiding.
Only after confirming there was no one inside did he choose to leave the room.
To play it safe, he didn't even vault over the balcony. He took the stairs.
He definitely didn't dare use the front door. He went through the back door—and the back door happened to be exactly where Jiang Siming was waiting for him.
This was psychological warfare. Jiang Siming knew that someone this Old Sneak would definitely not use the front door. With so many houses there, he would be afraid that someone was lying in wait in another building. He certainly wouldn't take the front door.
The moment his foot stepped into the back-door area, a terrifying gunshot rang out from beneath the tree!
Seeing that the man had a Level 2 helmet and Level 2 armor, Jiang Siming couldn't bear