Taming A Wild Rocket Launcher

"Smoke Pac! How did you find this place?" The frightened look on this thug's face after he saw me blast through the door was priceless. He resembled dry piss chilling in the sand after someone took a dump in it. I recognized this thug too. He used to run errands for one of the gangs I dismantled back in the day.

"You want to know how I find this shithole that you Red Ants call a hideout?" I backed him up against the rail and spat in his face. "I'll tell you when I see you in the afterlife. Now shut the fuck up and die!"

Boom!

With my Rigid Body skill active, I tore through this sucker's chest like I was opening a sardine can. He fell over the rails and crashed below where the other Red Ants gang members were carrying out nefarious operations. I saw them moving around crates filled with ammo and a shitload of guns.

I leaned against the rail, looking down on them with my menacing attitude. "What are you fellas trying to do with all those weapons, start a war?"

My intrusive voice caught the attention of everyone who didn't hear my dramatic entrance. Numerous heads were now fixated on me followed by the release of petrified tongues.

"We have an intruder!" Hollered a skinny fellow who was coming up the stairs and stopped when I came through the door.

"Who the fuck is that?" It seemed the newcomers to the criminal underworld didn't know of my legend.

"Could he be that Smoke Pac, the one Rodent was talking about earlier?" At least this guy figured it out.

"Whoever that fucker is, he killed, Bark Lee!" Hollered the man who checked on the corpse I threw over the rail that had its head bashed to bits.

"There is a huge hole in Lee's chest. What did he use to do this to him?" He glanced up at me and felt the scorn of a lifetime. I didn't bother to concentrate on that fool for long, however, I did pay him homage by breaking off a piece of the metallic bar that I tossed through his bloody neck.

"Kill that bastard!"

Now that the Red Ants gang became fully aware of my hostile presence, they reached for their guns and began aiming them at me. I didn't take kindly to threats so when these cocky ants started firing my way I responded with greater aggression.

"Let's dance you, bastards! All you ants are going to get squash today!" I hollered hotly.

Whoosh!

As I hopped over the rails to get within the crux of the party, a storm of bullets kept bouncing off my hard skin which caused them to ricochet everywhere.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

"What the fuck is he? Our bullets aren't doing any damage!" I could hear the scared squeals of the thugs who saw first-hand the inexplicable mysteries that I was capable of pulling off.

Who wouldn't be scared of a resurrected man who could stand the intense skin rape of high-calibre bullets? I know I would be fucking scared of myself if I was in their shoes.

Thud!

When my feet graced the ground, I withdrew the metal bar that was stuck in the dead man's neck and began using it tirelessly to crack a few animated skulls.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of heads getting bashed like melons was music to my ears. Huge amounts of fresh blood were spilling all over the place. The crates were dyed sticky crimson along with the light textures of my skin.

"Somebody kill that fucker already! He's only one man! How can we be getting massacred like this?" One frustrated gangster couldn't fathom the extent of my brutality.

"Our bullets can't do shit to him!" This punk became brave, he tossed away his AK-47 assault rifle, picked up a machete and tried to cut my head off with the damn thing. "Die, you goddamn monster!"

"Un-fucking-believable. Give me that!" I grabbed the sharp edge of the machete with my bare hands then effortlessly snapped it apart.

While the broken blade was flipping around in the air, I reached out and caught it between my teeth. Clamping down on it with enough force to keep it from shaking, I motioned my head toward the thug's neck and chop his head clean off. Before his head hit the ground I kicked it into another man's face. It was such a hilarious spectacle that words fail to express in full detail.

"Holy hell! He's a killing machine!" The men who witnessed my barbaric avant-garde murders were disgusted to their stomachs. Some of them dropped their weapons and tried to flee from my tyrannical outreach while others stuck around and continued to fire useless bullets at me.

"If these handguns won't do the job then what about this bad boy?" One of the gangsters placed a loaded RPG-7 Launcher on his shoulders and aimed it my way. His mate wasn't so pleased with his brilliant plan to bring me closer to death.

"Dilan are you crazy! You can't fire that down here, you'll kill us all." He tried to stop his mate from doing what he wanted.

"Screw you, Helsinki! He's already killing us in droves. If I can take him down right here then it is worth it. Now get the fuck off me and let me do this."

Bam!

The blasting sound of the missile being released from its chamber echoed throughout the underground facility. The surface dwellers might have felt the slight vibrations and thought it to be a low-magnitude earthquake.

The desperately foolish gangster almost caused a catastrophic disaster to his gang members had I not acted when I did to mitigate the damages by standing firmly with my hands spread apart in an inviting gesture.

The missile drew closer to my proximity and I gladly accepted all the destruction it had to offer by commanding my chest cavity to open wide.

Boom!

The missile crashed right into my chest. The force was so goddamn powerful that it blasted me back against the wall. Just like adding salt to a snail's exposed membrane, my Rigid Body skill was disabled at that moment which made me feel all the hurt that came with it.

"WAAAH!" The Red Ants heard my chaotic lamentation and thought that I was down for the count. Some of these gutter walkers even had the muscle capacity in their faces to turn their frowns downside-up. However, soon they got to witness the fatal mistake they made by laughing at me.

No one showed their stinking teeth of derision at Smoke Pac and get away with their life intact. Absolutely no one! Impatience was my dick's entertainment as I waited for the surprising development of the Rubik's System.

I realized, that whenever an object entered my chest, something amazing always happened. Therefore I replicated this mystery again in the hopes of gaining a badass ability or an upgrade.

<Warning! Am Excessive Breach Has Been Triggered In The System!>

<Attempting To Rectify The Uncertain Interference>

<System As Encountered An Error!>

<Energy Consumption Is Far Too Great For System To Handle!>

<Blood Bank Will Be Depleted To Compensate The Losses>

<Blood Bank Reduced To 29%>

<Blood Bank Reduced To 16%>

"Ahh!" My cries became more aggressive while I was drastically losing my blood capacity. My chest was smoking hot with torment and I was getting shrivelled to a match.

"This is even more painful than a minute ago when I absorbed the bullet. Holy fucking hell!" The pain became so unbearable that I lost consciousness for a while. When I woke up, everyone in sight was dead-dead-dead and the message I saw popped up read,

<System Autopilot Deactivating…>