Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Author: Divine Hybrid

Summary:

An unprecedented super cold wave is raging in New York, and the disaster relief efforts are not optimistic.

The authorities were unable to control the spread of the collapse fluid pollution, they first created a green tide and then released the demon.

The drastic deterioration of living conditions has led to the migration of a large number of homeless refugees, and Camp David announced this morning that it has entered a high level of alert.

They claim that the Jupiter defense system can block almost any attack from the sky and there is no need to worry too much about security issues.

WALLER: "These are turbulent times and our future depends on our decisions."

"Hey, Val. There has been another clash between protesters and JTF troops in New York State, resulting in more and more bloodshed. What is the federal response strategy?"

"There is no doubt that the world has entered a new Cold War. We may not always be able to see the enemy clearly, but the enemy does exist."

“Mr. President, please answer my question…”

……

Thank you for the invitation. I am "Raphael", the first generation trial doll.

I'm in Manhattan, just came out of the blockade area; the signal is bad, and the collapse pollution is very serious.

Griffin replied: Operation Griffin has failed. I am going to run away.

The President, JTF, and the agents, all of you, go eat shit. Goodbye.

Volume 1: The World Before the War

Chapter 1 Missing Person: Amber Kelleher

The exhausted woman sat against the mottled wall of the cottage, and in her tired and calm voice she narrated how New York fell.

The weather was dry and dusty, and the breeze blew wisps of dust down to us.

The woman brushed the hem of her clothes, which immediately led to a burst of rapid gasps.

She didn't care. As she spoke, she used her hands to gather the dust at the base of the wall, as if this would make the messy apartment corridor look cleaner.

The humanoid who called himself Raphael NGSW looked at his heavy military boots and couldn't help but take a half step back.

She was not tall, and although her movements were sharp and powerful, she still looked a little frail compared to the XM250 machine gun carried on a gun belt across her back and the spare XM5 short assault rifle tied to the side of her backpack.

That round, beautiful, yet stern face had an air that vaguely reminded her of herself in her youth, the woman thought, then lowered her head and breathed deeply.

Raphael stood silently listening to the woman, keeping his eyes on the side of the corridor down which lay two bodies at the foot of the stairs.

The wall next to the body was covered with red handprints, shining in the early morning sunlight, and it seemed like the end of the world.

Now, in early December, this is the closest building to the blockade. Going further, you have to walk across the Williamsburg Bridge that spans the East River connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn.

Looking at the current situation, it seems technically difficult to walk into Manhattan.

The woman kept talking about her misfortunes, and although Raphael was used to hearing her words, she suddenly felt sad in her heart.

Reality is always so desperate and sad. The survivors are always sick and every cough makes them breathless.

There were two bodies lying downstairs, and they had just tried to come up and rob the deserted apartment.

And now, the two men lay there lifeless.

No one called "911", and no NYPD came to investigate the situation. There were only sporadic gunshots in the distance and quarrels that sounded like rap.

What was contained in the woman's words was no longer condemnation, but despair.

"It has already started to collapse?..."

Raphael couldn't help but whisper that in the past two days and nights, when she figured out what was happening in Brooklyn, a sadness that came out of nowhere filled her chest, and some complex emotions were compressed in this sentence.

"Then what do you think will happen..." The old lady answered with difficulty and then began to breathe rapidly again.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Raphael half-pulled the slide of his pistol and glanced at the clear bullet in the ejection port.

"Are you going to Manhattan?" she asked.

"Yes," Raphael replied, not feeling the need to keep her destination a secret from the dying woman.

Because her mission was to understand the movements of a Ranger reconnaissance unit and find out what they were doing.

A few days ago, they crossed the East River in a stealthy manner and then contacted the Ranger Command terminal. No one knew what they were doing.

According to information provided by the employer, the unit's mission was not only to provide asset protection for Wall Street's financial tycoons, they also had another secret mission.

The claim of protecting assets is used to deceive people, because among the personnel configuration, there are two Tier-1 combat echelons transferred back from overseas war zones.

"Find them and find out what the hell they're doing in Manhattan."

This is what employers want.

"My name is Kelleher, my husband is Felix Kelleher, and my daughter is April, April Kelleher. Perhaps you will meet her somewhere," the woman went on with a faint hope.

She raised her head and looked into Raphael's eyes, and before she could say anything else, Raphael understood her request.

Her daughter, April Kelleher, is all the hope for the woman's remaining life.

Although Raphael had explained the current situation to her, she still hoped that maybe he was still alive, perhaps living in a shelter.

After all, I feel sorry for my daughter.

The woman was not blind. She could see the convoy that had passed the bridge a few days ago, and she could also see the doctors in their military coats.

If Raphael wanted to cross the bridge, the woman hoped she could help find her daughter, April.

She didn't answer, and she didn't know what response to give.

The woman sitting at her feet continued to talk about what happened after the Black Friday pre-Christmas sales in November, and her words revealed such sadness and fatigue, talking about the destroyed and abandoned streets.

The street names that were unfamiliar to Raphael were full of special meaning to Mrs. Kelleher.

She knew when and where the destroyed houses were built, and when and where the trees that were cut down to serve as blockades were planted, and she regretted it all.

It was as if she was not talking about a big city, but about her home.

She was deeply saddened by the fact that everything in it that was familiar to her and belonged to her had disappeared and been destroyed.

But she didn't say a word about her home. As Raphael listened to her, he thought that the threat posed by the Greenback Virus seemed to be getting worse.

Mrs. Kelleher was in better condition. The paleness she had first seen had faded, and the redness that represented health now occupied the higher parts of her face.

She even had the strength to wipe her tears with a handkerchief. Her short breathing gradually became steady. She looked at the person who was willing to listen to her with a long, inquiring look, and said thoughtfully and with a confident tone:

"Can you help me find Aibo, please?..."

It was a sudden burst of strong desire, and her voice even made Raphael shudder.

"Perhaps, Mrs. Kelleher," Raphael replied.

She thought that, in fact, she might meet her by a strange chance, an impossible chance in so many ways.

——Everything has a purpose.

In Raphael's eyes, the woman's condition was already extremely bad, and the sudden improvement was just a deception.

The woman's body temperature has begun to drop and is currently maintained at around 35°C and is still slowly decreasing.

The black figure in front of her was approaching the bright white world at an alarming speed, and the girl removed her thermal imaging vision.

This is the stage before a person's death. The organs begin to weaken and the various circulations in the body cannot function normally, which leads to a slowdown in metabolism, cold hands and feet, and the coldness spreads upward.

When the body's functions can no longer be maintained, the body will give priority to supplying the most critical core organs, namely the heart and brain, while abandoning unimportant organs.

At this time, the external manifestation will be that the condition has improved, the person is more awake and has more strength.

The lady's chattering voice soon faded away, and finally the apartment building returned to silence.

Raphael said goodbye to Mrs. Kelleher and took a deep breath imitating the movements of a human, even though she knew that a humanoid did not need oxygen to stay alive.

In her understanding, breathing, sweating, pain, eating, and even going to the toilet are all just attempts to get closer to humans, including simulation of emotions.

"perhaps?"

Although he said it depended on luck, a corresponding entry was automatically generated in the task module: "Missing Person: April Kelleher".

Leaving the apartment building, Grant Street gets even worse.

The few pedestrians on the road were all in a hurry, rushing to finish their unfinished business so as to avoid being completely trapped in the city after the blockade zone was expanded.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Chapter 2 I am not your enemy

Do you know what war is?

War is life accelerated, nothing more.

People die in real life, and the same is true in war, but the speed is different.

……

Raphael walked along Broadway toward the bridge, still with one question undecided:

Should she cross the bridge now while the light conditions were still good, or wait until night time, when she was exhausted and had to float under the bridge before sunrise?

As the bionic lady walked along the road, she observed the people on the street.

Many people looked very bad, and along the way I saw quite a few patients who were coughing so hard that they had to curl up.

After turning another corner, she suddenly saw where she was going in front of her: a gently sloping bridge surrounded by tall caltrops on both sides.

Seven Humvees equipped with M2HB heavy machine guns were parked near the iron fence. Fully armed soldiers wearing filter respirators were pacing back and forth at the bridge head, and the bridge behind them was filled with all kinds of private cars.

On the other side of the iron net, the small park below the bridge head was surrounded by a taller barbed wire net. Guys wearing yellow chemical protective suits were walking around inside and outside, as if they were counting something.

Suddenly, the curiosity within her arose, driving her to walk towards the park.

"Hey, who are you?!" The soldier patrolling the bridge immediately shouted, "Stop, don't move!"

Raphael slowly raised his hands and moved towards the soldiers who were shouting to stop. They had already raised their M4A1 assault rifles, ready to fire at any time.

It is normal to have this reaction. No matter who sees an armed unit that is not one of their own, carrying a rifle and a holster on its leg, their nerves will instantly tense up.

If it was a dark-skinned person, they might have already opened fire. They would not have said all these nonsense to Raphael who had entered the guarded distance.

"Who are you!"

"Navy Officer, I need to put my left hand down now and take out my ID, okay?"

Raphael slowly lowered his left hand, hoping that the soldiers coming from both directions of the bridge would not tremble and fire. This body would be difficult to repair, not only would biological materials be needed for repair, but also the internal body parts would have to be replaced.

"Slow down, put your hands where we can see them."

"Don't be nervous, I need to get my ID, OK?"

"All Right, slow down. Otherwise, we will shoot!" Sergeant Joey Denny replied. In fact, at this time, he was almost sure that the other party was not a thug.

Moreover, the other party chose to use her left hand to take the documents, rather than her right hand which could draw the gun faster, which shows that she had no desire to attack.

"Relax, I'm not your enemy."

Raphael took out his ID, waved it and threw it at Danny's feet, saying:

"Have your companion come over and squat beside you to check. Oh, you are all equipped with individual radios, so you can ask your captain to contact your superiors to confirm the authenticity of the documents."

"Bester, come here quickly, Best!"

Danny called out several times before Best, who was holding a gun and covering the other side, turned on the radio and called the captain in the back. The latter hesitated for several minutes, and when the support arrived at his location, Danny crossed the road and walked to Best's side.

Raphael frowned at this efficiency.

"what happened?"