The 17 squad in the city couldn’t match Jiang Siming’s speed in looting. By the ti Jiang Siming entered the city, they had just started aiming their guns, but Jiang Siming had already disappeared from the church.
However, they assud Jiang Siming was still inside looting, so 17shou instructed Monkey and Ma Niu Niu to cover key positions while he and Da Jing focused on gathering useful supplies. This way, they could either use their equipnt advantage against Jiang Siming or have enough gear and dical supplies to escape the zone if they couldn’t locate him.
"This guy seems to be stuck in the church and hasn’t co out. We haven’t even caught a glimpse of him. Could he have run away without finding a weapon?" Ma Niu Niu asked doubtfully.
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"That’s unlikely. Ming Shen wouldn’t easily let go of a kill. Even in casual gas, he fights for kills with , let alone in a competition," 17shou replied, having so understanding of Jiang Siming’s tendencies.
"Could he have already slipped into our part of the city?" Monkey felt a chill run down his spine.
"That’s very possible. Everyone, stay alert. Monkey, cover the city. Lao Ma, keep an eye on the church. Report any movent imdiately," 17shou ordered, feeling an unsettling sense of danger, as if a sharp sword was hanging over their heads.
"Wait, I think I heard sothing!" Ma Niu Niu suddenly alerted the team, sensing sothing off.
"Quick, go help him! He’s definitely coming in," 17shou directed while moving toward Ma Niu Niu’s location with his gun ready. Leaving Ma Niu Niu to face Jiang Siming alone would only lead to his defeat.
Jiang Siming didn’t actually know Ma Niu Niu was there, but as he passed by a three-story building, he heard faint footsteps from across the street. Normally, the opposing team wouldn’t hear his footsteps from that distance unless soone nearby was reporting his position.
Realizing that the enemy was redirecting their aim, Jiang Siming decided not to take any risks. Unsure of how many players were nearby, he chose to retreat to avoid being surrounded.
Instead of going far, Jiang Siming hid in the corner of a garage, carefully observing any movent in the building he had just passed. Soon enough, he saw soone enter the three-story building. A shadow flickered past the rooftop window, indicating there were at least two enemies inside.
Jiang Siming tried to locate the other two mbers of the 17 squad, but they were well-hidden. With the 17 squad’s familiarity with P City, they knew the best angles and most concealed spots, making it hard for Jiang Siming to pinpoint their positions.
Frustrated with the delay, Jiang Siming realized he couldn’t afford to waste any more ti. Otherwise, other teams might steal the kills. He moved to a new location and approached the three-story building via a route that was hard to detect.
The 17 squad might know P City well, but Jiang Siming was a master of all PUBG maps. He had earned a "Map Mastery" title, knowing every detail of every map, and was just as familiar with P City as the 17 squad.
Using his knowledge, Jiang Siming avoided the widest fields of vision and slipped past 17shou and Da Jing’s line of sight. Unfortunately, Jiang Siming hadn’t found any grenades or flashbangs in the church; otherwise, assaulting the building would have been much easier.
Pressed for ti, Jiang Siming had no choice but to charge in directly. Quietly climbing the stairs, he carefully avoided making noise. Thanks to the FPP (First Person Perspective) mode, he didn’t have to worry about enemies holding the stairwell angle.
Step by step, Jiang Siming ascended, pausing frequently to reduce the chance of being noticed. As he approached the third floor, he heard faint footsteps around the corner, realizing he had been discovered.
When he also heard footsteps below, Jiang Siming knew the other two mbers were closing in to trap him. He had to make a decision: attack upstairs or downstairs. Taking out one side was his only chance to fight back.
Without hesitation, Jiang Siming abandoned stealth and rushed upstairs. At the corner, a gun barrel appeared. In the narrow space, there was no way to dodge, and Jiang Siming took a few bullets, losing half his health.
But Jiang Siming managed to spot the enemy at the corner. Without aiming down sights, he fired his Bizon submachine gun from the hip.
Hip-firing at close range is just as accurate as aiming, and it allows for faster reaction tis. Jiang Siming, rarely relying on hip-fire, used it this ti due to the urgency of the situation.
The distinct muffled sound of the Bizon echoed, like torpedoes detonating underwater or thunder rumbling in a sumr storm. Although quieter than most weapons, the sound carried imnse power.
The Bizon’s 9mm bullets might be the weakest in PUBG, but they were deadly when aid at the head. Monkey’s helt shattered under the barrage, and he collapsed instantly.
Jiang Siming saw the body blocking the staircase, fired another burst of bullets to finish him off, and kept moving. By this ti, the person downstairs was already nearing the second floor. Without stopping, Jiang Siming rushed further upstairs.
Ma Niuniu had already positioned his gun, and as Jiang Siming ca up, he was hit twice. Jiang Siming’s health dropped to a sliver, and his pitiful level-one armor was already shattered to pieces.
Fortunately, Ma Niuniu’s gun was a UMP9, which also uses 9mm bullets. If it had been an AK, just two bullets would have been enough to kill him. Jiang Siming relied on this blood-for-blood strategy, using the fastest possible thod to eliminate the two opponents.
If the people downstairs hadn’t been so close, Jiang Siming could have used flanking tactics to toy with them. However, the alarm bells downstairs were ringing incessantly in his ears, forcing him to adopt this reckless "Seven Injuries Fist" strategy, where he dealt a thousand wounds to the enemy at the cost of eight hundred to himself.
Even with such a brute-force approach, Jiang Siming had nothing to fear. Confident in his ability to trade damage and kill the two, he followed through—and succeeded.
Ma Niuniu also fell. Jiang Siming even took the ti to finish him off to prevent him from relaying any information. After Ma Niuniu’s death, a red shard glimred in his loot box. Without even looking at it, Jiang Siming scooped it up and dashed to the rooftop.
Just as 17shou and Dajing were closing in, Jiang Siming reached the rooftop terrace. Using the iron railings, he leaped to the rooftop of the adjacent building and made his escape!
17shou and Dajing arrived on the rooftop, gritted their teeth without saying a word, and gave chase. No matter what, they couldn’t let Jiang Siming get away today. With him down to a sliver of health, if he managed to escape and recover, they would be in serious trouble.
Jiang Siming’s current state couldn’t withstand even a single bullet. This was their best chance!
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