Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

Chapter 228 Heavy Firepower Suppression

"Bang!"

When Xue De pulled down the last isolation door, he was trembling all over.

The metallic clanging sound bounced back and forth in the narrow carriage, mingling with the thunderous footsteps coming from the tunnel outside, making it impossible to tell which was more unsettling.

"Everyone, squat down! Put your hands on your heads!"

Xue De's voice cracked slightly.

He had been a mercenary for over a decade, never backing down when exchanging fire with militants in the African jungle, but now he's scared.

The creatures that followed were no longer within his comprehension.

That was a disaster.

It was a punishment sent down by God.

Rayne huddled in the corner, her hand gripping the empty submachine gun tightly, her nails digging almost into her palm.

Kaplan buried his head between his legs, muttering to himself, seemingly reporting to some deity.

Matt had already fainted from fright. Alice was holding him, her face deathly pale, but her eyes were fixed on the back of the isolation door.

There.

He Yuanchao alone.

Standing in the last carriage.

The isolation door separated him from the person in front of him.

Looking from one end to the other, one can only see the man's not-so-wide back through the small observation window.

His figure cast a long shadow in the dim carriage lights, the shadow swaying slightly on the floor and shaking with the train's vibrations.

But his body did not sway.

It was as stable as an old pine tree that had been rooted for hundreds of years.

"System, show me what it looks like now."

He Yuanchao silently recited this in his heart.

The images on the retina change.

The system activated the only remaining, still functional external camera at the rear of the train, projecting the view from behind into his field of vision in real time.

He saw it.

That thing can no longer be called a Licker.

It's more like a flowing, constantly writhing mountain of flesh, made up of countless intertwined muscles, bones, and blood vessels.

Its original form is no longer recognizable.

The exposed brain swelled to the size of a basketball, its surface covered with black blood vessels, resembling an ugly spider web.

Its limbs became extremely thick, each claw as large as an adult's torso, with nails curving outwards like scimitars and gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.

And its mouth...

That can no longer be called a mouth.

It was a huge blood basin with its upper and lower jawbones completely turned outwards and its teeth growing like nails.

What hung down from that basin of blood was no longer a tongue.

Instead, there were at least seven or eight thick, fleshy whips, like octopus tentacles, each with barbs at the end, dripping with a viscous fluid that was hard to tell whether it was saliva or venom.

As this thing moved at high speed in the tunnel, its tentacles lashed out in all directions, scraping off large chunks of concrete from the tunnel walls.

Pebbles flew everywhere, like a barrage of bullets.

"I'll go."

He Yuanchao frowned slightly as he looked at the scene.

"This guy is much fiercer than I thought."

"I didn't kill him completely with one strike, and he's evolved into this state."

The system data flashed through his mind.

Mutant fusion.

Its strength is more than five times that of an ordinary licker.

Its skin hardness is close to that of light armor.

Nine-millimeter pistol ammunition is ineffective.

Rifle ammunition is inefficient.

Anti-armor weapons or high-explosive munitions are recommended.

"Anti-armor weapons..."

He Yuanchao muttered something to himself.

Then he looked down at the Tang sword in his hand.

"This knife was enough for that little guy before, but this big guy..."

He weighed the knife in his hand and shook his head.

Forget it.

Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut is one thing, but using a fruit knife to stab an elephant is quite another.

This thing needs to be handled by a tough guy.

He Yuanchao sheathed his Tang sword and took a deep breath.

His right hand made a fist in the air.

then.

From behind that seemingly empty space, from that ordinary body wearing only a blue overalls, a huge thing appeared out of thin air—something that seemed utterly absurd, violent, and incredibly cool in this enclosed carriage.

RPG-7.

Soviet-made anti-tank rocket launcher.

The dark green tube was still imprinted with those mottled Cyrillic letters, and the uniquely shaped high-explosive armor-piercing round at the nozzle exuded an extremely cold and murderous aura.

This is not your average RPG.

This is an enhanced version that he had specially commissioned those military-industrial fanatics to upgrade and modify according to the system blueprints in the previous world. The launch tube has been lightweighted, the warhead is packed with more explosive, and its effective range and armor-piercing capability are significantly stronger than the original.

To put it bluntly, this thing was originally intended to be used as a close-range anti-fortification and obstacle-clearing weapon for the Apocalypse Tank.

Now you're going to use it to beat up a lump of mutated, rotten flesh?

In short, it's about luxury.

But He Yuanchao didn't care.

He had stockpiled over a dozen of these in his space; they were all stockpiles he couldn't bear to waste back in the world of Bright Sword.

Instead of letting it mold in the warehouse, we might as well take it out and let these newbies see what it's like.

"You mean bigger, right?"

He Yuanchao picked up the rocket launcher and aimed at the rear hatch of the vehicle, which had been wrecked and deformed.

The footsteps behind them were getting incredibly close.

They could even hear the monster's heavy breathing and the "slap slap" sound of its tentacles hitting the tunnel walls.

It's catching up.

"Advisor He! What is that?!"

Xue De poked half his head out of the observation window of the isolation door and almost popped his eyes out when he saw the big, green tube on He Yuanchao's shoulder.

"Fire... a rocket launcher?"

"Where the hell did you pull that rocket launcher from?!"

He Yuanchao ignored him.

He adjusted his stance, his feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and adopted a textbook-perfect anti-tank firing posture, placing the heavy rocket launcher on his right shoulder.

Then he turned his head slightly and whistled in that direction.

Hey! Big guy!

"You've chased us this far, are you hungry?"

"Come on, your Uncle He is treating you to a big firecracker!"

"Bang—!!!"

Just as he finished speaking...

The rear hatch, like a piece of tin foil that had been crumpled up, dented inward under a terrifying impact and then flew off!

The metal door, weighing several tens of kilograms, rolled and crashed into the carriage like a playing card, nearly slicing off He Yuanchao's head.

Immediately afterwards, a huge, sky-covering claw reached in through the hole.

The claws were longer than daggers, and wrapped with intestines of unknown origin.

The monster's head also poked its head in.

The deformed, enormous head with its exposed brain looked particularly grotesque under the carriage lights.