One shot!
Two shots!
Three shots!
…
After the sixth shot was fired from Shen Zeyan's M4, Viss of TSM, who was sitting in the backseat, abruptly fell from the buggy head-first to the ground.
"F*ck! He, he actually knocked one out!"
"Iron sight at this distance… there's no escape from Master Ze's tap-firing skills!"
"It doesn't feel like he's using an automatic rifle at all… it's more like a marksman rifle."
"Hahaha, Master Ze is showing that any gun can be a sniper."
Aimpr, TSM's sole survivor, hesitated no more than a second before speeding away on his buggy, never looking back.
He had no other choice.
He did not have the advantage of numbers. On top of that, he did not even have a single smoke grenade on him.
If he had dismounted from the buggy to revive his teammate, they would undoubtedly die together.
Even though his prospects for the rest of the match already seemed grim…
