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

Of the Rikers, Falcox describes:

"When we first set foot on the island, our mission was quite simple, which was to maintain law and order in the mission area and stop certain looters, thieves, or people who intended to cause deliberate destruction.

This was originally a well-intentioned and purposeful action.

We had a run-in with those bastards from Rikers Island, but we held the line and taught them a lesson, and showed them how to fight in a disciplined way."

"It's just that, apart from our B Company performing street security missions, the other two combat companies are always missing, which is very strange."

Falcox specifically added that he asked Raphael to submit an additional explanatory document when submitting the recording to prove the importance of the matter.

Raphael asked, "Can you tell me where they are going?"

"I don't know. That day, Company A and Company C set out from the east and west of the library in completely opposite directions, and maintained radio silence throughout the journey."

As for the Purifiers, he said they were all a bunch of lunatics.

Every one of them is screwed in the head because they're planning on burning the whole city down to protect it, and everyone is dressed like a monster with a shiny fuel can on their back.

"…We've tested the fuel tanks. They don't explode like in the movies and games. The technicians of E Company checked the bottles. Someone is helping them produce napalm.

We have tried to reason with them, but you will always get a response like "cleanse the virus infection with fire", which is like talking to a wall."

Therefore, after Bilis returned to the camp, he immediately regrouped and gathered the scattered people's hearts as quickly as possible. The Rangers, no, the survivors' army was the only disciplined team with actual combat capabilities actually stationed on Manhattan Island, and they were all combat experts from top to bottom.

Imagine the Survivor Army, the Rikers, and the Purifiers coming together, and that's what Charles Biles is running.

Patrol together, provide basic combat training, and then conduct some joint combat operations...

Although some say there are reasons behind working with local forces, Falcox disagrees.

“…I have to say, I don’t like this combination at all.”

He just didn't understand that these two groups were no match for the army. One group was a group of psychopathic blue-collar workers, and the other was a group of thugs and criminals with no humanity at all.

It would be of no help to them to join these people. He even dared to conclude that recruiting these people would only make things more complicated.

"It's not worth it to me, but no one will ask for my opinion, that's the way it is. Can you keep your promise, Lieutenant?" asked Falcost.

"Yes, that's the value of the information you provide and your existence," she replied.

After receiving the news, the employer agreed with Raphael's judgment and decided to send people to retrieve the package.

Now, people are coming.

Raphael pulled out the tightly sealed bottle of whiskey from his bag and magically produced two clean cups.

"This is my treat."

"Glenfiddich, 12 years? Where did you find it?"

"Found it in a Lex Gang mob stronghold. Those guys destroyed a wine cellar."

Raphael said it calmly, but Danny felt it was not simple.

"Oh, by the way, be careful of the SHD agents, they are a bunch of lunatics."

"SHD?" Confusion and bewilderment flooded Danny like a tide. He couldn't understand the meaning of the abbreviation.

"Strategic Homeland Security Agency, when you came in, didn't you get any briefing or other additional information?"

"No, Captain Willis said to reunite with you as soon as possible, and then he was gone."

Seeing Danny's confused look, Raphael's eyes suddenly narrowed. This should be the most interesting news she has heard in the past two days.

"Shouldn't it be?" She stared at Danny. "Who are you? Delta? DEVGRU? 24th? ForceRecon? Or some other inconspicuous but really powerful unit."

"Lieutenant, you're not actually either...right? Then what's the point in getting to the bottom of it?"

Danny finished his drink in one gulp, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Besides, the sergeant at least survived after leaving the epidemic area. Isn't that good?"

"Really? With the level of radiation in there." Raphael was no fool.

"He won't live for many years, probably. Malignant tumor, leukemia, or other sequelae. In short, the sergeant's life experience in the future will not be good."

After a living organism absorbs the energy of nuclear radiation, on the one hand, the molecules and atoms of the substances in the organism's cells are ionized and excited, producing a large number of active particles such as free electrons, ions, and excited molecules.

These active particles not only interact with each other, but also break the molecular bonds of high molecular substances (such as proteins, nucleic acids, etc.) in the body and destroy them.

On the other hand, it also ionizes water molecules in the body to form free radicals.

These free radicals further interact with other substances in the cells, causing cell degeneration or even death, until they cause disorders of material metabolism and energy metabolism, resulting in a series of complex changes in the entire body.

The duration of this change process ranges from instantaneous to years or longer.

There will be different biological effects of nuclear radiation depending on factors such as the type and strength of radioactivity, irradiation conditions, radiation dose, target, site of action, mechanism of action, time of onset of effect and functional state of the organism.

"Lieutenant, take this..."

Suddenly, Danny threw over a syringe, and the light blue liquid glowed fluorescently under the dim light.

"ARA-11029, what is this?" Raphael asked.

"'Anti-Radiation-Infection' literally means that it allows us to stay in the radiation zone and provide some physiological protection."

"Shouldn't I take iodine tablets?"

"It's a different type. Look, this is how it's supposed to be used," Danny said, holding the syringe in his hand, pointing it at his thigh and stabbing it, "Oh - hiss - FUCK - ah, it hurts."

This reaction made Raphael feel creepy.

She slowly lay down on the ground, stuffed the military backpack behind her head, and put it under her head. Although she was confused, she slowly fell asleep.

But soon, she was awakened by the sound of gunfire. The soldier who was supposed to be on duty in the hiding place was nowhere to be found, and there were bursts of roars coming from the direction of the main gate.

Chapter 22 Underground Hideout Surveillance Center (Please vote and support)

After drinking, Raphael lay on the ground, stuffed the military backpack behind her head, and put it under her head. Although she was confused, she slowly fell asleep.

But soon, she was awakened by the sound of gunfire. The soldier who was supposed to be on duty in the hiding place was nowhere to be found, and there were bursts of roars coming from the direction of the main gate.

She quickly stood up, picked up the XM250 and rushed to the outer defense line.

The bomb exploded on the road and the flames were clearly visible in the distance.

On this pitch-black road, the two groups of people were fighting fiercely everywhere. Either a fire dragon appeared here or a flash of light appeared in an inconspicuous corner.

After setting up the machine gun, Raphael realized that Joey Denny and all his men had come out.

Behind the shelter of debris, she saw a group of black figures in the light of the explosion. An enemy fell to the ground after being accurately shot in the head, and then the group quickly advanced on the street and successfully passed the blockade.

Suddenly, a blinding white flare lit up above their heads.

Raphael lowered his vision, and just as he looked away, he heard the boom of a bomb.

"This is not right, Lieutenant!" Danny yelled at her at the top of his voice.

"MK-19 automatic grenade launcher, where did they get it?" Rafael replied: "The explosion fell far away, it was not aimed at us. Stay calm and don't fire!"

No one answered. No one wanted to make unnecessary noise and attract the enemy's attention. The layout of the hiding place was not yet complete and could not withstand the continuous bombardment of 40mm grenades.

After waiting for a while, Raphael looked up and saw a mutilated body dozens of meters away; as if to force her to remember this scene forever, the flare lit up for a few seconds, then quickly crossed the sky and fell down, leaving no trace.

The state of full alert lasted for an hour, and by the time everything quieted down, it was already late at night.

She sheathed her weapon and huddled in a corner to watch Danny as he arranged the late-night security.

He was really skilled, and so were the three infantry squads he commanded.

Raphael repeatedly compared the scene in front of him with the scene in his memory and found that Joey Danny's reaction two weeks ago was very different from now.

And that syringe that can resist radiation...

Has human biotechnology developed to the point where it can resist high-energy ionizing radiation? Or does the injection have the magical effect of repairing damaged genes in the human body?

Regardless, Raphael made note of it.

She returned to her previous sleeping position on the floor and fell asleep with the machine gun in her arms.

Danny sat diagonally, checking the M4A1 in his hand while watching the "girl" sleeping.

It's very strange, right? How could a normal person carry two weapons and wear a tactical bulletproof vest and run around in a city full of viruses, especially a woman who looks very cute.

Thinking about how she could freely enter and exit the danger-ridden quarantine zone, Danny felt that this girl was full of the word "suspicious".

The XM5 automatic rifle and XM250 light machine gun are products of the Army's NGSW program, but their identification documents show that they are from the Navy. It looks very strange no matter how you look at it.

Although the Army had placed an order, the replacement process was slow. Even the National Guard order had not started production, so how could the Navy use this thing?

Danny knew the tradition of the US military, which was "equipment is only finalized but not purchased." It was not easy for the NGSW project to reach the stage of equipment replacement.

In fact, it is because the generals attach more importance to technological development, because this is no longer the era when bidding companies submitted their designs for free and then strived to win the bid.

Projects like NGSW are basically development contracts, where the military pays bidding companies to do research and development work.

So from a high-level perspective, it's about developing new technologies and then trying to make them work, just like every new gun that comes out.

And because the M-16 and M4 have established a complete and mature AR system, as well as the realistic foundation of 5.56mm bullets, the inertia of equipment usage behind them is so huge that the replacement of equipment must always take into account the user's usage habits.

It should be noted that the ID information and the person all match, but such a powerful woman must have spread in SOCOM and JSOC circles.

That's the problem, he had never heard of such a person.

Forget it, just maintain minimum alert, probably.

Danny looked at the weapon in his arms, the voices of other team members talking passing by his ears.

I hope tomorrow isn't a dull day.

……

Just as dawn broke, Raphael woke up from his "dream".

It was a gray and chilly morning. Standing on the path leading to the ground in front of me was a relatively young man who hadn't shaved for three days and wore a gray round-brimmed hat pulled low over his eyes.

He was staring blankly at the people passing by in the room, and then was pushed into another room by two other soldiers in sterile clothing.

Raphael caught a soldier who was returning from his night guard duty, and he told her that the young man, who called himself "Brooke," was arrested around 4 a.m.

When he was arrested, the guy said:

“There are almost no moving vehicles on the streets of New York now. The only ones that can move are either the military in the quarantine zone or the JTF organized by the New York Emergency Response Agency.

If one joins the army, he or she will be subject to strict control. If he or she fails the physical examination, he or she will be shot. The situation of JTF is not much better. Their medical facilities have collapsed long ago due to lack of sufficient resources.

You were in a military green Hummer, so you must have come from outside the city, and I... don't want to die."

His words revealed a sense of despair at not seeing the future, and a sense of relief at having saved his life.

When he saw this convoy, he knew that normal order was still maintained outside the city. It might not be as good as before, but it was definitely a million times better.

……

Last night, around 23pm.

Bernie Brook took advantage of the snowstorm to leave his hiding apartment and get some canned food and mineral water from a nearby supermarket.

There was still three days' supply in the apartment, and if he maintained the minimum intake, he might be able to last six days, but by then he would definitely be out of action.

In order to survive this winter, he must plan ahead. Not only that, he also has to think about how to survive next spring.

When the temperature rises again, those who died from the smallpox virus will definitely bring about a second round of more troublesome plague.

Masks of various medical specifications, 84 disinfectant and medical alcohol, as well as uncontaminated bottled drinking water, whatever you need.

What made him feel regretful was that there was no weapons store near the community where the apartment was located. Even if there was one, it would have been looted long ago.

Damn the New York City government, they have enacted too many strict gun restriction laws. If he hadn't thought the procedures were too troublesome, he would have bought a gun long ago, Bernie thought angrily, walking carefully on the garbage-filled streets.

Suddenly, his legs got tangled and he stumbled onto the soft snow.

——Damn, shoelaces!

boom!boom!

“Ahhhhhhhhh~!” A shrill scream came from the yard in front. The sound was reflected by the buildings on both sides of the road and echoed deep in the entrance.

"Shut him up!"