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

The police car roared out of the back alley.

The tires crunched over the trash and broken glass scattered on the ground, making a constant "crunching" sound.

Jill floored the accelerator.

The speedometer jumped from zero to sixty, then to eighty. On these obstacle-filled city streets, that was the limit. A moment's inattention and they'd crash into one of the overturned cars in the middle of the road, and all three of them would be turned into mincemeat on the spot.

He Yuanchao sat in the passenger seat, his body restrained by the seatbelt, one hand gripping the handle above the car door tightly, the other holding the shotgun.

He turned his head and glanced out the back window.

The church is already far away.

But that black figure—that two-meter-tall monster carrying a Gatling gun—also moved.

And it's not slow.

On He Yuanchao's system radar, the deep purple cursor was chasing after him at a speed disproportionate to its size.

Although this thing is bulky, its lower body strength is extremely terrifying.

Each step covers three or four meters, and the running speed is roughly equivalent to that of a bicycle.

In urban environments where there are obstacles everywhere, cars don't have as many advantages as they do on highways.

What if we block the road and this thing catches up with us?

"Go east!" He Yuanchao shouted at Jill.

"Don't take the main road! The side roads have many twists and turns, and its shape makes it difficult to turn!"

Jill jerked the steering wheel.

The police car screeched to a halt as it turned into a narrow street.

The car grazed the walls on both sides, and the side mirrors were knocked off.

"Clang!"

A loud bang came from behind.

He Yuanchao looked back through the back window—

The big guy tried to follow him into the narrow street, but ended up bumping his shoulder into the brick wall at the corner.

Half of the wall collapsed.

Bricks and dust poured down like a waterfall.

But it merely swayed its body, stepped out of the pile of rubble, and continued the chase.

The obsession with this thing is outrageous.

Within its umbrella-modified brain, only one instruction loops endlessly—

Destroy STARS.

"It's still chasing us!" Payton leaned back from the back seat, his voice trembling with tears.

"I know," He Yuanchao said calmly.

He is doing something.

He placed the shotgun at his feet, then pulled out the large weapon he had been hesitating about using from behind his back—in the system space.

RPG-7.

He lifted the dark green launch tube with one hand.

The pointed, round-bodied high-explosive armor-piercing round at the nozzle stood out conspicuously in the dim light inside the vehicle.

"You fucking—"

Upon seeing this, Payton immediately unleashed a torrent of profanities.

"Is that a rocket launcher? Where did you get it from?"

Jill glanced in the rearview mirror and pursed her lips.

She didn't ask how it came to be.

After these few days of madness, she has learned not to question things that don't make sense.

You can use it.

"Open the skylight!" He Yuanchao roared.

The police car did not have a sunroof.

But there is—

He Yuanchao raised his right foot and slammed it onto the roof of the car with a loud thud.

The thin steel plate cracked open right from the weld seam under his enhanced leg strength, just like a tin can being pried open with a can opener.

A cold wind howled in.

He Yuanchao leaned half his body out.

The wind made his hair a mess.

He held an RPG with one hand—a physically illogical maneuver, as the weapon, including the warhead, weighs seven or eight kilograms and is too heavy for a normal person to hold steady with one hand—but He Yuanchao was not a normal person.

His right arm was as steady as if it were welded to his body.

The gun was pointed behind him.

About eighty meters away.

Nemesis was stepping over gravel and wrecked car debris, following closely behind like a tireless bulldozer.

It raised the Gatling gun again.

The barrel began to rotate.

The contest between He Yuanchao and it was a battle of who would fire first.

The Gatling gun requires a warm-up time of one to two seconds to spin.

RPGs don't need that.

Pull the trigger and you can shoot.

"I'm done eating—"

He Yuanchao pressed the launch button with the index finger of his right hand.

"call out--!!"

The rocket, trailing a blinding white plume and whistling through the air, was fired from the RPG's nozzle.

The rear flame directly burned a black, round hole into the cracked sheet metal on the roof.

The car was instantly filled with the smoke of burning gunpowder.

Payton choked and coughed.

But outside the car.

The high-explosive armor-piercing projectile flew eighty meters in less than a second.

It pierced straight into the Nemesis's chest.

"boom----!!!"

This explosion was at least five times more powerful than the previous grenade.

A huge, orange-red fireball exploded in the street, and the shockwave swept in all directions, carrying debris and dust.

Several abandoned cars behind were overturned by the shockwave.

A wall by the roadside also collapsed.

Even the police car traveling at high speed was pushed by the shockwave, its rear end swaying. Jill had to turn the steering wheel twice to regain control.

He Yuanchao shrank back into the car.

He threw the empty RPG tube onto the back seat—it hit Payton right next to his leg, startling the guy into swearing again.

"Did you hit it?" Jill asked as she drove.

He Yuanchao looked out the back window.

Thick smoke was still billowing from the explosion site.

The firelight was gradually dimming.

Gravel and dust enveloped the area like a fog.

The system radar was constantly being updated in his mind.

That dark purple cursor—

Still.

but--

It stopped moving.

The signal strength fluctuated wildly, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, like a light bulb about to go out making its last struggle.

"You hit him." He Yuanchao turned around.

"But I'm not sure if I killed him or not."

"This thing is even more resilient than a cockroach."

He pulled the Desert Eagle from his pocket and checked the magazine.

"accelerate."

"Create distance before it gets up."

"If it could survive a high-explosive anti-tank (HEAT) shell—"

He Yuanchao's eyes darkened slightly.

"That means we need a larger caliber."

"Or more explosives."

Or perhaps—

He looked out the window at the hazy city skyline.

"Find the armory that Umbrella Corporation is hiding in this city."

"Use their own stuff to fight their own monsters."

Jill did not answer.

She just stepped on it harder.

The speedometer needle was stuck firmly at ninety.

The police car roared through the deserted streets like a prey desperately fleeing for its life.

And in the fading smoke and dust behind them.

A gigantic hand, its shape completely mangled by the explosion, moved slowly amidst the rubble.

Five twisted and deformed fingers dug into the asphalt road surface.

Then exert your strength.

They started climbing out of the ruins.

It is still alive.