Seeing how their teammate was knocked out, they rushed over to back him up.
"Didn't we ask you to wait for us?"
"I...I thought that he only had a shotgun."
"A headshot by a 98K, you're telling me that he only had a shotgun?"
"..."
'This… how the f*ck would I know if the director suddenly changed the script?'
After that player crawled back inside, he wondered to himself as he was absolutely frustrated.
"Can we revive you there?"
"Should be…"
Before he finished, the player who was behind the door took a look at the opposite building and noticed that something had suddenly flown over to him.
"Clink!"
Looking at the round frag grenade that had rolled over to him, the words "should be" were forced back down his throat…
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion was heard, causing that player to be thrown to the side. He had turned into a crate at last.
"Brother, wait for us, we'll take revenge for you!"
