Die if I must. Before I die, I'll give it everything I've got and challenge my limits.
Jiang Siming stared intently at the screen, listening for Ibiza's approaching footsteps.
Ibiza opened fire before he even showed himself.
That was to make sure Jiang Siming had no chance to turn the tables.
If it had only been Ibiza, Jiang Siming could have used the huge rock to play a game of cat and mouse around it.
Unfortunately, there was another pursuer behind him. The moment Jiang Siming circled around, the other person would definitely see him.
At that point, forget some top-tier ordinary player—even his wives Tuan Tuan and Dai Dai could easily kill him.
So Jiang Siming was practically guaranteed to die this time.
But unwilling to give up, Jiang Siming still wanted to make one last play.
Ibiza finally emerged.
Jiang Siming was still faster. M762 bullets struck Ibiza.
But to Jiang Siming's astonishment, he had fired only two shots—not even finished the magazine—and Ibiza was dead????
This was Ibiza in a level-three set, with a level-three helmet and level-three armor.
He had fired only two shots. How had Ibiza died?
Even Ibiza couldn't believe it. Was Jiang Siming's gun actually an AWM? Had two shots really killed him?
The audience and commentators were all dumbfounded.
Only Jiang Siming reacted first.
Someone had helped him!
Indeed, a clear bullet hole could be seen in Ibiza's helmet.
That definitely hadn't come from Jiang Siming.
There was someone else, and that person had happened to hit Ibiza's helmet. That was why Ibiza, despite Jiang Siming opening fire first and landing only two shots, had died instantly!
Who was it? Had they done it intentionally or by accident?
Jiang Siming didn't know. He only knew that a chance to survive had appeared!