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

The speed at which the fire spread was related to the range of the group's activities, so it soon went out on its own due to lack of nutrients.

But the city is so big, so there is always something burning somewhere. After a few days, those who remained in the city got used to the fixed red glow, as if it had become an indispensable part of the night view.

The battle had lasted for half an hour, and neither side seemed to be able to do anything to the other.

The Bureau agents' fight against the majority with the minority was certainly brilliant, but the Purifiers, who had the advantage in numbers, also fought just as well.

It was just a pity for Raphael, who had turned into a battlefield jammer. She now began to take in large gulps of air like a human.

The freezing cold air in winter is really fascinating to "people". With every bite, the heat emitted by the mind and electronic warfare module is immediately neutralized.

Chapter 18 MRE, even dogs won’t eat it (seeking votes and support)

It was getting dark. While the agents were concentrating on dealing with the street rioters, Raphael slipped into a nearby building covered with scaffolding.

The store sign "Underneath it All: Lingerie Store" flashed from time to time, and it turned out to be a lingerie store. However, the shelves were empty, and there was almost no fabric left on the counters and display racks.

Who would go on a shopping spree in this day and age? And in a lingerie store?

Raphael thought of the gangsters roaming the streets and standing at intersections demanding tolls from passers-by scavengers... Suddenly, a chill ran through his body, followed by dissatisfaction.

Looking out of the mall, the explosions and flames continued, particularly prominent against the leaden sky, like a group of gleaming wild beasts.

The thugs who played with fire were not afraid of a fight in the open. The dazzling fire dragon flashed across the street, and the burning buildings around them were like flares, marking the boundary ahead for them.

It doesn't matter for agents. Even if the ISAC assistant cannot connect to the Strategic Bureau's network, he can still mark the enemy's position and distance on the AR contact lenses.

Raphael looked around.

This cold winter night was so beautiful. The fire downstairs was in full swing, and the counter in her hand made strange sounds of "sizzle, rattle". She began to feel that sitting in the building here on such a night and watching the life and death scene below was both absurd and interesting.

"That's all." Raphael said to himself, and took out the khaki-packaged MRE military rations from his backpack and tasted it with relish.

Each MRE consists of a main dish, side dishes, snacks, drinks and other accessories. In general, even when eating MRE, you have to pay attention to some matching skills.

She took out the crackers first, then fished in her bag for some chipotle mayonnaise and spread it on the crackers like a brioche bun.

This sauce is the most precious thing on the battlefield.

After spreading the mayonnaise, cover it with another biscuit, just like a large sandwich, and the most delicious taste has been integrated into the biscuit after being squeezed.

Mayonnaise is the most common standard mayonnaise on the market. No one knows how long its shelf life is, and it seems like it will never expire.

When you see this thing, don't open it easily as long as its packaging is intact.

Unless you pair it with your favorite food, just don't waste it.

It feels so wonderful to think that two groups of people are still fighting downstairs while you are sitting by the window enjoying the "delicious food".

After swallowing the biscuit, Raphael couldn't help but frown. This thing was good in every way except that it was too dry.

Pure high-energy food, so sweet that it causes the taste system to shut down and directly sends out an over-limit warning to the mind.

At this time, she calmly took out a small bag of fruit-flavored drink from the lunch bag - a tropical drink that only required pouring clean water into it, resealing it, and then shaking it vigorously to stir it.

Although there is always a small piece of drink powder that cannot be dissolved, she has gotten used to it.

Who hasn’t had a fruit drink that won’t dissolve?

She used her teeth to bite a small hole in the edge of the pocket, allowing the orange-red brew to spray into her mouth.

In fact, the bags containing beverages are very suitable for the battlefield environment. They will not explode easily even if they are still on the ground. They just have a strange plastic smell.

Coupled with the secret brew that might discolor your teeth and tongue, she calmly complained:

"This is probably the smell of Sarani oil (escape)..."

Especially the strong industrial taste and the tiny particles that have not completely melted are very fresh and delicious, and are worth tasting (bushi).

Next comes the main meal, which is the standard heated food in MRE.

Raphael folded the heating closure tape, spread it flat, and poured clean water in. It quickly heated up, like a steamer, and then stuffed the vacuum-packed Italian beef dumplings into it.

After a while, the contents became hot.

The criticism was that the temperature of the self-heating bag was not high enough, which always gave her the illusion that the beef filling in the dumplings was not cooked.

After the designed heating time had expired, Raphael took out the vacuum bag and methodically smoothed out a line around the edge to prevent it from spilling when he tore it open from the top; no one wanted to waste it.

New York may not be as dangerous as a battlefield, but its mortality rate is no worse.

The logistics supply chain was completely cut off, shopping malls and restaurants were all closed and abandoned, and there were still many people left in the city. With daily necessities becoming increasingly scarce, the citizens' way of survival changed from working for a salary to digging for food from garbage dumps and ruins.

Not only gang thugs would rob people on the road, but even residents who were searching for corpses together would fight over uneven distribution of the spoils.

Raphael bit open the bag and pulled it open along the pre-smoked edge. The browned lumps covered with mucus were beef-filled Italian dumplings.

To be honest, it's very much like a defense.

She added the chili sauce that came with the meal, which was a life saver, and mixed it with a spoon before wrapping the dumpling in a tortilla. Finally, she tore open the bag of beef jerky and pulled out a piece to put in the tortilla.

The beef dumpling wraps are ready, and you have energy for a day of activities right in the palm of your hand!

Raphael took two bites and exclaimed, "It's delicious. It smells really good."

It was the first time she put beef jerky in the burrito, and the sticky burrito suddenly became chewier. It can only be said that the effect is outstanding. It can be called a five-star combination that can make diners' souls leave their bodies instantly.

Do androids have souls? Probably... yes.

Raphael has never really entered a dormant state since he left the factory. However, the mind says that when dormant, the personality will enter a deeper space to rest.

Maybe that is "sleep", and maybe there will be "dreams".

Raphael took out the last small package in the lunch bag, which was originally the cherry blueberry jam that was rationed for biscuits. Now there was only jam and no biscuits, so it became a dessert after the meal.

On the battlefield, this thing is more precious than gold.

To prevent the beef-filled ravioli from mixing with the cherry-blueberry sauce, she licked the spoon clean before enjoying it slowly.

Watching the attack, counterattack, counterattack and advancement below, Raphael suddenly felt that this thing was not so bad.

Looking up and into the distance, the city is like a maze.

There are countless streets converging, branching, and intersecting. On today's streets, the destinies of countless people will go in different directions because of their choices.

Throwing away the MRE meal bag, Raphael stood up from the ground.

There was no need to join in the dog-eat-dog fight downstairs. The firepower of the special agent team had obviously weakened and their opponents were also showing signs of lack of stamina, which meant that the showdown between technology and manpower would soon be over.

She exhaled a deep breath of hot air. When the electronic warfare module was working at full capacity, the energy consumed and the temperature generated were equally astonishing.

As for the effect, you can see it from the fact that the support forces from the two parties have not arrived yet.

Chapter 19 Exhausted

On the other side of Midtown, Captain Laurent Noah's second-in-command approached quickly in the semi-darkness.

"The men sent by the battalion commander from the East District have arrived," he said, his voice proving that he was running over breathlessly.

"Where are they?" Noah asked simply.

"Stay with me, Noah," the company sergeant called out.

Two tall figures appeared next to him, and they could not be clearly identified in the darkness.

"Have you found out?" Noah continued to ask.

"Yes," one of the tall men replied, "We have already made a preliminary range estimate, and Lieutenant Colonel Bliss ordered me to report to you."

"Okay," Noah said, and with a deep, relaxed sigh he pushed his stool aside and stood up.

The problem which had been a constant source of anxiety for him, the company sergeant, and everyone around them in recent hours was now solved.

"The lieutenant colonel hasn't come back yet?" he asked the sergeant major.

"No."

Early the next morning, Laurent Noah led his men to meet the troops led by Battalion Commander Bliss as they withdrew from the contaminated area.

Before Noah left the control area, he saw the soldiers withdrawing from it.

The first person to speak to him happened to be a platoon leader walking in front.

He asked the second lieutenant for the unit number, and learned from him that the battalion commander was still far behind, so he quickly got into the Hummer that was ready to start.

"Captain Noah," the exhausted lieutenant said to Noah, looking into his face with tired eyes, "I don't have to explain to you, but this city is definitely doomed."

"What's finished?"

Without saying a word, he dragged his tired body towards the camp's disinfection area. Not only him, but also the soldiers who came in later did the same.

As the group came forward, their ranks were untidy and a little stretched out, as they usually were after a tiring march.

Noah continued driving forward until he saw his battalion commander, Bliss, at the end of the marching column.

Bliss glanced at the stopped car and waved his hand to refuse to go in.

So Noah opened a beautiful cigarette box, which contained Cuban cigars that he had gotten from somewhere, and asked him to smoke.

The lieutenant colonel glanced and looked at his subordinates strangely - so extravagant?

Noah nodded and asked if you wanted it.

How could you not want it?

However, Noah found that the battalion commander, who was usually warm and generous to his colleagues and subordinates, became very cautious when taking the cigar. Bliss tried his best to avoid touching Noah's hand.

"Okay, what's going on over there?" Noah asked, tilting his head towards the direction the marching team was coming from.

"It's difficult, it's all gone," the lieutenant colonel replied. "Difficult..." He repeated in a low voice for the third time, "Difficult!"

It seems that this word contains all the meaning and there is nothing more to add.

If the first "difficult" means ordinary difficulty, and the second "difficult" means very difficult, then the third "difficult" whispered in a low voice means extremely difficult, extremely difficult.

Noah looked silently at the spire of the Empire State Building.

There it is—tall and majestic, a symbol of the wonders of the American building industry.

The eternal misfortune that Noah suffered in this particular deployment was that as a regular army they turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to the suffering of the citizens.

He really wanted to know what had happened and where those arrogant special forces had gone?

If they all escaped, perhaps the Rangers' mission could be changed to maintaining order in part of the city and then serving as a bridgehead to restore the city's functions.

He has countless maybes in his mind...

But at this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Bliss didn't want to say anything. He just wanted to get back to the New York Public Library as soon as possible and use sleep to drive away the fatigue accumulated over the past few days.

Suddenly, Captain Noah heard the voice of his direct superior.

"Be prepared, we are about to be abandoned."

"What?"

Laurent Noah habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, thinking about what Captain Bliss meant by that.

Abandoned, hundreds of soldiers abandoned, don't those bastards in Washington worry about their positions? The special forces that completely obey the orders of the Ministry of Defense are now missing.

Although it was still morning, he felt that the sky was getting darker.

If those politicians are completely at odds and don't care, they can do anything. Hoover ordered MacArthur, Patton, Eisenhower and others to use caterpillar tracks to crush the veterans who were asking for their wages, so why are the White House and the Pentagon doing it again?

What really cost Hoover his re-election was his failure to curb the economic downturn and widespread opposition to Prohibition.

In the Kent University massacre, the college students who were suppressed and killed were much more valuable than these Maruns, but the army still shot when they should.

In the end, the farce was only ended by paying an additional $64000 to the deceased students.

As long as the Waller government can come up with a vaccine against the "greenback virus", it can dress up the funeral of these hundreds of people as a "great and selfless sacrifice", thereby winning unprecedented political prestige for him and the federal government.

Noah had been in downtown New York for almost two weeks and had long since discovered that the virus was not as scary as advertised.

The reason for the rapid rise in the mortality rate is actually very simple. The sudden outbreak of smallpox overwhelmed New York's medical system, so that many patients could not receive effective treatment at all.

The open-air clinics set up by the Federal Emergency Management Agency and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in various locations in the city are essentially containment facilities that take in large numbers of patients and reduce the rate of transmission between people.