Chapter 92: Camping (8)
The rocket launcher’s power was immediate. After the ammunition exploded, the entire hillside was engulfed in roaring flames, and no more cold arrows came flying down from above.
But Everly knew that the killer, Gary, would not die.
His body possessed terrifyingly strong regenerative abilities. Even if he were cut into countless pieces, after a period of recovery, the largest fragment would sprout flesh, bone, skin, and blood vessels outward. Sooner or later, a new Gary would rise from the heap of corpses.
Discarding the disposable launcher, now scorched from use, Everly waved to the three still huddled behind the sedan, signaling them to squeeze into the back seat of the jeep.
Once the doors closed and everyone was inside the safe zone, they finally exhaled in relief.
Old John was still pinned in the driver’s seat and couldn’t move.
The arrow had hit at a tricky angle. Its tip had pierced Old John’s arm and lodged into the seat, wedged between the metal frame inside. The shaft was made of carbon fiber, not easy to snap. Old John gritted his teeth and, enduring the pain, tried little by little to pull the lodged arrow tip out of the seat.
With the driver’s seat occupied, the vehicle couldn’t move until Old John freed himself.
Fortunately, this car—having undergone countless modifications—was practically a mobile fortress, armed from top to bottom, down to the tires. Unless the revived killer Gary managed to fire an anti-tank rocket at them, with his current abilities, he couldn’t threaten the people inside the vehicle for now.