NOVEL WEB Chapter 37: Vicinity Cleared
The fat man quickly moved out of the ground and leaped towards Quagmire, attempting to grab and crush him under their sheer weight.
With the sudden event, Quagmire was only mere meters from the Fat man who came from underground. His world suddenly slowed down as adrenaline quickly rushed all over his body, time slowed, and his processing speed became faster.
Glancing from left to right and in front of him in a rapid manner, he made the decision to duck, as with the momentum of the leap of the fat man, if he ducked far enough, then it would go over him. It would definitely as the sheer weight of that fat man would not let it stop mid-movement, or else it would fall and stumble down.
With quick steps, he took and immediately ducked down into the ground, barely hugging the dirt and all of its inhabitants. As expected, when he ducked, the fat man went over him, just barely avoiding the outstretched limbs of the man.
The fat man, recognizing he went over his target, quickly realigned his foot to counteract his momentum; alas, he was too heavy and stumbled down front first into the ground. Almost immediately, Quagmire stood up and looked over first into the fat man and then to the hole where the fat man came out.
After taking a look at the hole, he then once again took another look, unable to comprehend by what he just saw.
"!!!" Multiple ghouls came out of the hole to the shock of Quagmire. Are they regular ghouls or ghoul diggers? What are the complications if it was regular ghouls? Would not that mean that they have a base somewhere? He does not know. All he needs is to temporarily seal it up.
With quick steps and firm determination, he brought a stick grenade. He unwrapped the head of the grenade, pulled out the string on the bottom, and threw it into the hole.
As the grenade was thrown in midair, he realigned his body, brought his pistol forward, and fired three shots. The shots came out at a blistering speed as sparks came out of the silencer. It crashed into the heads of the ghouls, and crimson graffiti splattered all over the ground.
Just in time for the stick grenade to land into the hole and explode in a fiery fashion. The soil around the hole shook and crumbled down inside. Which effectively destroyed the route from the inside and out and into the other side, as the route's cave went down, crushing those underneaths.
Everything happened in a few seconds; it was incredibly fast, but it was slow enough that fate could have taken another turn.
Thus, with that side done, Quagmire turned his back from the hole into the fat man that stumbled down. With a look, he saw that the fat man was still attempting to up. Wishing to not let go of the current momentum, Quagmire unleashed a barrage of shots towards the fat man.
A shot came out, and the recoil pushed the pistol upwards but was only met with resistance as he pushed it down back, and when it realigned, he pulled the trigger again and repeatedly did it in a deliberate and controlled manner. One after another, the limbs were falling down into the ground one by one.
Fighting fat men who have these automated defense systems called their extra limbs is the most terrifying one and, quite possibly the most annoying one. Why? Because you need a lot of bullets. It means a lot of money is getting wasted, which means he needs to create or research firearms that deal with an area of attack damage, similar to something akin to a grenade, but it deals immediate damage at first contact.
After shooting a barrage of bullets, there were still a lot of limbs that were left, and the fat man was about to charge once again. With that thought in mind, he pulled out his magazines while backing off slowly. As he was about to place the new magazine back, the ground once again rumbled.
With an anxious expression, he glanced at the fat man, and there it was, it was now running with the force of a truck coming at him full speed. Thoughts raced through his mind about what he was supposed to do; his feet were firmly implanted to the ground; he was not scared, but was anxious. Yet he could not move?
Things were progressing a little too fast, but thankfully, with a firm will and determination, he managed to break out of his stupor by biting his lips, which forced his body out of its numbness. At the exact time, he was able to leap and roll towards the side of the ground. Now he was battered with dirt and mud; he was fashionably dirty, which improved his uniform's aesthetic.
Pushing those thoughts at the back of his mind, he swiftly placed the magazine back into the pistol and unleashed another barrage of fury towards the fat man. When the final ammunition was fired and its casing fell to the ground, the fat man then ran out of limbs that defended it.
With that advantage, he brought out his Mark 1 Bolt-Action Rifle, swiftly aimed it, and realigned his body into a firing position for this kind of rifle. With a swift pull, the bullet burst out of the silencer, followed by white smoke, eventually crashing into the head of the fat man.
Thankfully, the fat man was just about to charge once again when it got shot in the head. It fell down to the ground with blood gushing out of its head. With that, the last of the ghouls were killed.
He lowered his rifle and glanced from left to right, now quiet. With peace of mind, he breathed in deep and out in a very slow manner; with that, he was able to recover some energy and was able to stabilize his own mental energy, as well as improve his emotional resilience.
With that, the vicinity was now cleared.