Chapter 257: Hand Grenades, Armored Vehicles, & RPGs

'bump, bump, BOOOMMM~!'

It was a hand grenade, someone had thrown a hand grenade at him!

If it wasn't for the fact that he had just leveled up so much, and couldn't control his senses, and his strength, perhaps he wouldn't have sensed it directly, and react so quickly to save his own life.

His move was totally instinctive, as he ran top speed on his right, and crashed with a damn wall. It was painful, truly painful, but at least he was alive.

He didn't have any broken bones or something, just some painful bruises on the parts he had hit the wall with.

But that helped him realize a bit more about his new strength, and power. Still, he was far from being able to control himself.

Right now, the only thing he could do was go on a rampage, and hope that by the time he had learned to control his new power he would still be alive to tell the tale.

He didn't have time to think about that though, as quickly the one who threw the hand grenades at him were able to recollect themselves, and threw a few more towards him.

Just as expected of ex-soldiers, they were able to recollect themselves, and act in a short amount of time, no like those trash at the small camps that only knew how to run for themselves.

Once again, he was forced to dodge, as this time he went to the left, as he once again hit another wall.

Even though he wasn't getting really injured, and those small bruises would heal quickly, he still felt like his pride was getting hurt.

He wasn't a dodger, he was a fighter, there was no way he was going to dodge all the time. So, this time he acted faster, even before those guys could release another volley of those grenades.

He immediately started running towards them, as he took out a gun from his space ring, and pulled the trigger.

Who would have thought that he would be so strong as to deform the trigger of the gun, and after the first shot, he couldn't release a second?

It was clear that a gun was completely useless to him at the moment, so he had to use something else, as he took out his 'Silent Reaper' and another pure steel knife.

At least these two wouldn't get useless after using them once. With these thoughts in mind, he just jumped towards the first sentry post where was the first sniper, and another guy.

Seeing that they were unable to shot him with their snipers, these guys had immediately improvised, started throwing hand grenades.

Since Eric was so fast to avoid bullets, they just had to increase the range of their attack, as they would throw bombs at him to injure him, or disrupt him, and then try to hit him with their snipers.

They didn't expect Eric to defy any common sense like that, and avoid even their grenade attacks, and only on the second throw, he had already killed the helper of the first sniper and was in front of the guy.

Without hesitating even for a hundredth of a second, Eric quickly moved his right hand carrying the pure steel knife and passed it through the first sniper's throat, and then jumped from the sentry tower.

It looked like he had done nothing, there was no cutting sign, nor blood for a second or two. But on the third second, a red line appeared at his throat.

Then his whole body fell on the ground with his head rolling beside the body. The cut had been extremely clean, as Eric had even cut his spinal cord bone on his neck.

But others were unable to see this scene as right now they were totally focused on taking him down, they didn't have the time to think, or look at their dying comrades.

The camp reacted quickly, but with all the ruckus caused by Eric, including the hand grenades it was more than expected.

The armored vehicles were immediately put into action, as they drove towards his location each vehicle had 4 soldiers, one on the wheel, one on the machine gun, and two supporters.

Their formation and setting were quite good, but the importance was their skills. By the time that they had arrived Eric had cleared the sentry towers and the mercenaries on guard duty.

There was no one but him left alive at the Western Entrance of the camp, so the moment that the armored vehicles appeared they immediately started firing towards him nonstop.

It was like a festival of lights, as the guys shooting with the machine guns didn't seem like they had any plan of taking their finger off from the weapon.

If it wasn't for Eric's quick reaction to hid in the closest building, which to his bad luck was the wastes area, he would have already been turned into a pasta drainer of sorts.

But that wasn't even the worst part of all this, as the next moment, someone fired an RPG in his direction.

The explosion force of an RPG was terrifying, and especially with buildings like this that already had suffered a few trembles, and shaken foundations, as the building came crashing down on him.

Now he had nowhere to run, if he got outside he would get shot by those motherfu*kers with machine guns, and if he stayed inside he would most probably get squished down by the debris.

It seemed like he had no escape way right now but to use some Escape Talisman. But he was unwilling to expand such a treasure against these bastards, so he decided against it.

But what else could he do?

Without many options, he decided to enter into the smallest structure of the building he could access, as that was the safest part during a building crashing.

Since the area is small, the walls and concrete columns are difficult to be destroyed, and he hoped this was the case now too.

Certainly, if worst came to worst he would use his Escape talisman and leave the place, but if his life wasn't endangered he wouldn't use it.

This didn't seem to be his lucky night though, as the small structure he had entered was unfortunately the captives' toilet.

While he hadn't seen how the other toilets fared, one thing was for sure, this place stanched. It was even worse than smelling a stinker, it was just out of any possible expectations.

It wouldn't be surprised if soon enough all kinds of diseases started spreading through the camp. But firstly, he had to survive this horrifying smell himself.

He felt like he would vomit right then and there, especially since his smelling sense was so sharp right now, he felt like the difficulty level had increased by 100.

He had a stroke of truly bad luck, didn't he!?

'BOOOOOOMMMMMMM~!'

Before he could decide just how unlucky he was, the RPG crashed on the building with a powerful booming sound, and the building came crashing down.

Just like he had thought the small toilet was able to survive the RPG's attack, but he couldn't get happy about it right now.

The RPG had shaken the foundations of the building and as a result the waste under the toilet. Since this town wasn't developed as before, the wastes weren't taken anywhere but beneath the toilet.

So, while the RPG wasn't able to take his life, it took a great part of the lunch that he had had with his four ladies.

Making him really angry about that, as he decided to give these guys a run for their money. He immediately put back his knives and took out a pair of steel knuckle dusters.

Wiping his mouth from his earlier vomit, he instantly took the initiative to attack, breaking through the door that was still closed, and appearing in front of the 4 armored vehicles.

More than 6 mercenaries had come down their armored vehicles in order to scout his situation, and if possible affirm his death.

They were all caught unprepared when Eric suddenly came crushing out of the toilet door and then punched them in the stomach, or chest.

Their bulletproof vests were really good quality, and could protect them even against some sniper bullets, but unfortunately not against his strong punches.

It seemed like a joke, a punch to the stomach, and they immediately felt like death was 100 times better.

It was just that death wasn't in their hands anymore, as the next moment they found themselves flying towards the armored vehicles, and especially towards the machine guns and their users.

Everything happened so fast that the machine gunners were unable to react in time, they reacted only when their friends were close to crushing with them, as they instinctively started firing.

The bodies of the six guys were turned into something that would leave even the pasta drainer in shame at the holes.

It was only when what was left of them came crashing upon them, and they were washed in the blood of their friends that they finally understood what they had just done.

But they didn't have time to react, as Eric jumped on the first vehicle, and with a single punch with his right, he cracked the guy's head like a watermelon.

It was nothing short of unbelievable, this was the first time they were seeing such a scene, as even though they were ex-soldiers, they felt fear coursing through their whole body.

The scene in front of them was just too damn bloody and gore even for them. The only thing they wanted now was to get out of the car and run as fast as they could.

But how could Eric give them such a chance…