Want to snipe him? Not even in your dreams, jio.
Unless it was like that World Championship in London, where they got him with a trick in the final game.
Everyone could only fly to Sad City on the Sanhok Map, then get gunned down by a thousand bullets.
Jiang Siming had already instructed Bluehole to prevent that from happening again.
It was forbidden to happen again.
Losing an entire game's worth of fragments that time still made Jiang Siming's heart ache whenever he thought about it.
But perhaps it really was because he had been affected by the other players' "resentment."
In this World Championship, the map for the final game was actually Sanhok!
Jiang Siming had thought it would be the Oriental Map.
He hadn't expected it to be Sanhok again.
Sanhok was a small map, and with ninety-nine people dropped into it, it was bound to become an ultimate free-for-all.
On top of that, these guys had already agreed that as long as Jiang Siming was near them, their 358 squad would definitely go and lend a hand.
They couldn't win the championship anyway. Aside from those still hoping to fight for second or third place, the other players had all decided to focus on having fun and taking gunfights this round.
But if they thought this would scare Jiang Siming, they were overthinking it.
The final game began!
Ninety-nine people boarded the flight and appeared above the Sanhok Map.
Almost as soon as they reached the sky above the map, people started jumping from the plane.
There were places to develop everywhere on Sanhok. Even if they found some inconspicuous wilderness, they could still grow very strong.
So people kept jumping from the plane along the flight path.
And this round, the silhouettes on the plane