Three speeding projectiles flew at over 185 kilometers per hour. The Cyclops, was still looking at Alfonso, when suddenly three anti-tank warheads collided with his head. Two from behind and one directly in front of his mouth.
The first round of explosions was followed by a trio of second ones. The Cyclops' body continued to lumber forward, even without its head. After about five steps, its large frame stopped moving and fell to the ground.
The upper half of the monster's torso was gone, and what remained of its spine was raised like a white flag. Despite their champion suddenly biting the dust, the Rank F's ignored the corpse and ran to Alfonso.
"Henry, there are no more zombies here. Please help Alfonso."
[Henry: As you command, Mother]
The four MAARS around me charged forward at an impressive 11 km/h. Originally, the MAARS needed a control station. But with Henry and I issuing commands via {Connect}, some components were no longer needed.
