Emerging from his hiding spot, Brian walked steadily forward, utterly unconcerned about the possibility of a lethal bullet, until he stood in the middle of the road.
He aimed the rocket launcher at the house and took a deep breath, his voice grave, "Let's start with a greeting."
He had already called out a greeting before, but Brian couldn't resist the urge to send another.
Hanging the loudspeaker around his neck, Brian aimed the rocket launcher at the house and then fired the rocket.
The rocket hit the outer wall of the house.
The walls of that house were really thick, made entirely of stone, and were not only thick but also very sturdy.
And the rocket that Brian fired was just an RPG-26 high-explosive round, 72 millimeters, which wasn't very powerful to begin with.
Just as Brian said, this rocket was merely a way to send a greeting.
Tossing the empty rocket launcher aside, Brian picked up the loudspeaker, took another deep breath, and then suddenly shouted, "Antoine…"
