Chapter 7 Mission Accomplished

Its entire fish head lay on the window. The train was still speeding along, and the pressure slightly distorted the contaminant's face. Janet saw the contaminant. The contaminant saw Janet, too. Janet made a split-second decision. She yanks open the car door and suddenly starts shooting out the window. Bang, bang, bang. The bullets pierced through the window, and the wind blew in. At this time, Carter hadn't reacted yet. All he could see was Janet suddenly lifting her gun and shooting towards the roof of the car. "Quickly follow my direction and shoot." Janet gave the order dryly. Carter had already formed an instinctive reaction. He immediately stopped reading the recipe and followed Janet's movements to shoot. Luckily, it was an air bullet; otherwise, shooting in a confined metal space, any bullet that bounced back would easily be accidentally injured. A crater was made in the roof of the car, some bullets pierced through the carriage's iron skin, and more and more wind leaked in. Something was crawling on the roof. That thing was bigger and heavier than a human and stepped into a deep crater as it ran to avoid the bullets. The sturdy subway cars were like paper mache at this point, fragile under the strafing. Air guns were less powerful. It could only be that the contaminant had gotten weaker. The source of contamination would remain hidden within the contaminated area. However, once the source of contamination was discovered, the impact effect of the formed contaminated area would decrease. In other words, the contaminant area was starting to crack. Janet wanted to curse. Why did they only equip the cleaners with air guns? If they had an assault rifle now, they would have ended the battle by now. Air rounds had limited power, couldn't hit very far, and took loading time. There was a noticeable amount of time between rounds. This all left a massive obstacle to killing the contaminant. Suddenly, the lights in the car began to flicker violently. Janet frowned, her helmet's night vision not adjusting for a moment. Janet advanced slowly while holding her gun in one hand. The car occupants stared eerily at Janet, letting out guttural low growls that sounded like the howls of wild animals before feeding. The contaminated area was going to collapse. Janet was still searching when suddenly her pupils contracted. Suddenly, a hand with a sharp fin stabbed right through the car window and grabbed Janet by the neck. Then, the hand yanked violently, yanking Janet right out of the car under Carter's astonished gaze. Carter fired at the fish hand suddenly emerging from the darkness, but it was too late. The train sped on; Carter was still in the car and, in three seconds, was being carried off into the distance. Carter and Janet were lost. Janet responded extremely quickly the moment her entire body was ripped out by the fish's hand. She pressed the inflatable button on her coveralls, which filled with air, transforming them from a biker's leather jacket to a "spacesuit." The inflatable coveralls provided her with added cushioning and protected her body as the Fishman carried her down the railroad tracks. Janet tumbled a dozen times as the fishman carried her. By the time she slowed down, the fishman had her by the neck and was riding her. The gun had been lost long ago as she rolled down. Here were the railroad tracks. Janet was lying on her back on the gravel of the railroad tracks, and a maddened fishman was on top of her. The fisherman's eyes were the size of fists and were now red. And in the center of the fishman's eye was a swirling vortex. The vortex was spinning at a high speed at a peculiar speed, making people dizzy just by looking at it. "Did you see my last train?" the fishman asked as he tried to remove Janet's helmet. Janet kicked desperately at the fishman. Once her own helmet was removed, Janet was 100% parasitized. "I can't catch the bus," Fishman said as he ripped Janet's helmet off. "My daughter is waiting for me at home, and I haven't been able to talk to her in days." "I can't find the last train." He was still repeating this. Janet's brain started to spin, so it was. Fishman didn't make the last train, so he wasn't on it. He had to be firmly peeled off the bus, and he didn't get on it until he died. Mental value down 10 Life level down 20 Please escape as soon as possible. The system kept prompting in her ears, but Janet's panel was empty, and she had no props to escape. Side quest: The last train of line one disappears, and the current purification progress is 70%. The good news is that her purification progress bar has made new progress. Bad news: she's about to be strangled by a fishman. What a bullshit system. Janet persistently attacked Fishman's belly. Boom. She suddenly heard a subway roar. The subway came again. Two headlights illuminated the tracks. This subway kept circulating; Janet was now pinned to the tracks; once the subway drove by, she would be crushed to a pulp. Carter was in the car. He kept looking for a chance to get off, but the car never managed to stop. Carter stormed into the driver's room and shot the subway driver dead. Then he locked himself in the driver's room. Outside the clear glass door, all the crazy fish people were frantically scratching at it to get in. Carter saw Janet on the railroad tracks ahead of him. Carter tried to find the subway's brake button, but no matter how he pressed it, the car didn't respond. The train's not responding. The subway had its own rules of operation. "Janet," Carter yelled, "get out of the way." Janet, of course, couldn't have heard her. Carter started honking the car horn. The headlights were so bright that Janet's will was starting to get the better of her. The subway horns were extremely harsh, as if trying to pierce her eardrums. Janet had no weapons and no props. All she could do was obsessively whack the Fishman in the small of the back. She is only hitting at the same point. She could feel the scales of the fishman's belly explode, and some blood had already spilled out. Janet gritted her teeth and insisted she only needed the Fishman to have a second to loosen up. Just one second, give her one second. "Hiss," Janet heard the Fishman suck in a cold breath. Janet smashed one of his ribs. It was now. Janet suddenly powered up on both legs and slammed an elbow into Fishman's face. She instantly pinned Fishman underneath her. At that moment, the sound of the subway came closer. Janet didn't have time to maneuver around the fishman and jumped onto the platform, holding one hand on the edge. Suddenly, her right leg sank, and the Fishman actually held her ankle. Janet raised her foot and kicked it hard toward the fisherman's face. Boom. The high-speed speeding train whizzed by. Janet's foot let go, and the Fishman fell back down the tracks. She heard a muffled thud as the subway ran over something. Whew. Janet's voice was silenced, and the prolonged lack of oxygen made her eyes black. The train didn't stop and sped past again. Janet went to look at the railroad tracks, and a crushed fish was lying under the tracks. Blood was spilling, and the fish's scales were blown out. The railroad tracks had crushed the fisherman's lower limbs; if not for Janet's quick reaction, she would be the one lying underneath. But the Fishman still didn't die because there were still no contamination spores analyzing out. Having experienced the zombie world, Janet's survival philosophy was to ensure the enemy was indeed dead. Janet immediately turned to the station, smashed the glass, and came out carrying a fire axe. She wanted to exploit the Fishman's weakness and get a few more cuts in. Janet came over carrying the axe and froze at the sight of the fishman. Like a real fish, the Fishman leaned headfirst against the railroad tracks and opened his mouth helplessly, "I can't find the last train." It was the exact phrase. The point of mental pollution is repetition, and Fishman would keep repeating the thing. "I can't get home. A cab will make my week for nothing," Fishman said to Janet. Fishman choked on the blood in his throat, "I can't afford to spend the money. They call me names." "They call me a pauper." "They think I can't suffer." Janet realized that Fishman's obsession was relatively light. He wasn't some losing his life's love; he just couldn't catch the last train. It's such a small thing to crush a man. The last weight of life was a straw, and the last train was that straw. "Am I pretentious?" Fishman looked up, his head all crumpled and bloody. She felt the Fishman waiting for him to speak. Janet wasn't too keen on ignoring him. Janet stands at the edge of the platform, carrying an axe. Janet looked the fishman in the face and said coldly, "No." The Fishman froze, then laughed lowly, "Hahahahahahaha, you're the same as me." Janet frowned. "The end is coming," the Fishman coughed twice; the coughing sound mixed with the laughter sounded extremely weird, "The end is coming." What doomsday? The Fishman braced himself on the upper half of his body, tenacious of life to the terrifying point. He was crawling towards Janet, one step at a time. With a snap, the fisherman's hand touched the station. Janet quickly backed away three meters. She looked at Fishman with her fire axe in hand. "You're just like me." Fishman pressed one hand against the station platform but used all his strength not to hold his upper body up. He showed one fish eye on the platform's edge, "You will become like me." There was a muffled thud as the fisherman's body slammed backward. Janet's grip on the axe didn't loosen. She moved tentatively and slowly to the edge of the platform. There was a rusty rattle from the depths of the darkness, and the train was coming again, but nothing like the fast pace it had been traveling before. This time, the train stopped. A salted fish lay on the tracks. Dead, its body rapidly decayed, slowly turning into a puddle of rotting flesh. Blood droplets of contaminated spores begin to precipitate from his body. One grain, two grains, three grains Hundreds of blood-red spores danced in the air; the contaminated spores looked like they possessed life, swimming like water creatures. They left their hosts and fought their way upward. But with Janet still wearing her coveralls and without any exposed skin, the contaminating spores couldn't find a host. They just circled Janet and floated slowly around her. At this time, the mechanical sound of the system rang in Janet's head: Congratulations on completing the side mission - Vanishing Last Train Line 1, purification level 100. Mainline mission-Purify Home, degree of completion +1 Reward settlement is in progress. Congratulations on obtaining the base reward, activating some of the panel data, and changing the spirit value to 100 Congratulations on receiving the Purification Reward of 500. Currently, the Purification Value has accumulated 545. Congratulations on receiving the Fishman Reward, "Rotten Fish Head." The "Rotten Fish Head" is a level D contaminant, allowing the user to repeatedly use mental contamination on people or contaminants. In addition, it increases the user's movement speed when escaping. Please note that this item can only be used by one person and will consume one life. Please use it with caution. Congratulations on acquiring the primary talent "Danger Foreknowledge." Congratulations on obtaining the side quest reward: k003 explosives. Description: This miniature explosive can blast a 30-story building in 15 seconds. It can be used three times, and the user is immune to damage from this item. Janet "????" Wait, what did she need so much dynamite for? To destroy the world?