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

He turned his head blankly, his eyes bloodshot.

"Woo..."

Bertrand heard his companion's whimpering from his throat and moved his thumb slightly to turn off the safety. "ISAC., fully record the current situation."

ISAC: "On the record."

"Little Brian Quinn, I am your captain, Bertrand Philippe. If you are still sane, answer immediately!"

His response was still a whimper without any emotion.

"Today, December 12th at 26, my teammate Quinn woke up from a coma and is suspected to have lost his personality and reason. If he can't wake up, I will have no choice."

——The same heavy breathing sound was fully recorded by ISAC.

“I don’t understand why Quinn is like this, his body is changing.

It's crazy, I'm absolutely sure I'm not crazy, there is indeed a metallic foreign body growing on his face, I touched it with my hand. ISAC., pay attention to photograph his eyes, did you take a picture of them? "

ISAC: "On the record..."

"Yes, I think he no longer needs eyes as a visual organ."

Quinn stood up shakily, and when he stood up, he did not forget to pick up his M4A1 assault rifle from the ground.

"Don't move!"

Bertrand clenched his hands, his golden fingers ready to press down at any time. Facing the pistol, Quinn remained unmoved and staggered forward.

"I'll say it again, don't move, Quinn!"

- Apparently, Quinn, who has lost himself, has other ways to react to his surroundings, but he cannot respond to commands correctly.

Quinn remained undeterred, and walked slowly but surely towards his companion.

Bertrand kept convincing him that there was no hope for Quinn after he became like this, but his nostalgic heart still did not completely disappear.

"Don't push me, back off!" he roared, then lowered the gun and aimed at Quinn's legs and fired four shots in a row.

He thought it would finally stop now.

The 9mm bullet was not very effective. The round bullet head got stuck in the leg, and the effect felt like it hit the bulletproof plate. Although it penetrated the plate, it failed to penetrate, let alone cause damage.

Quinn only staggered, still standing firm and walking towards him.

——Quinn, he is still a human being.

-Don't fool yourself, Quinn is no longer the person you knew, Bertrand!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Captain Gray Wolf dropped his pistol, raised his M4A1 assault rifle, and fired a burst of shots. Bertrand didn't stop firing until Quinn fell face down.

He would not be carried away by the life-and-death comradery of the past, but he also knew that he could not forget that Quinn was a young man who could joke and was full of energy two hours ago, otherwise he would lose something very important to a person.

He moved slowly and gently, always keeping the gun pointed at Quinn's head.

"I'm sorry, my dear friend."

After a bullet was shot into his brain from the back of his head, Quinn fell completely silent. Blood mixed with some tender white fragments flowed out, staining the floor of the utility room red.

ISAC: "Increased radiation concentration detected."

The artificial idiot popped up again to remind him. It may be a little idiotic, but it is really useful.

ISAC: "Recording is over."

Bertrand's eyes were red and he was gasping for breath. After a long while, he continued:

"Automatically handle matters. After reconnecting to the strategic network, send data directly without asking for permission. File name: New York Radiation Zone Observation Record - Death of Agent Brian Quinn Jr. Importance level set to: A."

ISAC: “Put it on top priority.”

"Find me the fastest way out of the blockade area, and remember to avoid high radiation areas."

"Route updated, estimated time of arrival... two hours."

"Two hours? Great."

Before leaving, Bertrand took a last look at Quinn's body, wondering if his final fate would be the same. Would the group of Purifiers chasing and attacking the Gray Wolf Squad also end up in the same fate?

Chapter 26: Unexpected Encounter (Seeking votes and support)

Kips Bay, East 31st Street, in front of the Harmonia Plaza.

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much, I thought I was dead."

Alki Huberst extended a helping hand to the bullied civilian and pulled him up. Huberst was also very happy. Not only because they saved a good man, but also because they were recognized. Only with mutual trust and support can everyone survive the cold winter.

Even though the thugs knew they were no match for the SHD agents, they wouldn't be thugs if they didn't act like scoundrels.

"Hey, get out of here!"

The man who was speaking was wearing a dark hood and a dust scarf, and it was almost impossible to tell who he was. He was holding a long stick covered with spikes, and his left hand was raised with the middle finger raised:

"We just give ourselves a way out."

"We are operating under the authorization of Directive 51. If I deem it necessary, we have every right to shoot you in the head, you bastard." Agent Cecilia An warned, "Go home, you don't want me to shoot you."

Perhaps it was because the negotiation method was wrong, or perhaps it was because Cecilia's elegant female figure made her not intimidating enough.

The thugs turned a deaf ear to her warnings.

There were also people who were not clean-mouthed and made obscene jokes without restraint. They stretched their hands from behind their hips and finally gave the middle finger.

"Shoot if you can!"

Fierce gunfire was heard from the direction of East 32nd Street on Third Avenue. Doug Sutton, the captain of the Noble Squad, stared in the direction where the sound came from. The deserted streets revealed a frightening atmosphere of danger.

From the moment I woke up in the morning, it was snowing heavily. The bad weather made people feel like they were in a thick fog, unable to see the streets in the distance, let alone the future.

Even if the visibility conditions are extremely poor, thanks to Manhattan's grid-based urban road planning, you only need to know the name of the street you are on, and you can determine the location of the battle based on your sense of distance and familiarity with the city.

If he went west along 32nd Street for about yards, he would enter the quarantine zone. The operation in the quarantine zone failed. After he learned the order of JTF's retreat from the SHD network, he immediately realized that the friendly units operating inside the wall would suffer heavy losses. So he decisively canceled the original dark zone activity plan and switched to remain active in the white zone.

These days, when Doug occasionally had some free time, he would stand in front of the map and study it over and over again. Combining it with the records of his actions when he first arrived in New York, he slowly imprinted this area in his mind.

"Doug, do you want to go?" Cecilia pushed the mob away, stepped back to Doug and asked, "Don't worry about this, the three of us can handle it. Are you serious about going alone?"

"..."

"Hey, Doug. Come on, don't be like this. We agreed on this when we first met that when we have to risk our lives, we must not hold back on our companions."

She could roughly understand Doug's conflicted emotions at the moment. After briefly evaluating the status of the other two members of the team, she generously suggested:

"I'll give you 10 minutes to do a tactical reconnaissance. Go and come back quickly. The noble team still needs a captain to lead it, so you don't have much time."

Doug exhaled hotly, "I'll be back in time."

He glanced at the gang members hiding in the alleys and watching from the side of the street, and reminded Cecilia before leaving:

"Don't take it lightly. Those bastards are probably just testing you. Before I leave, I plan to use the coercive power granted to me by SHD and Order 51 for the first time."

"This is the first time I hear you say this since I came to New York." Cecilia was a little surprised.

"An order... no, it's more appropriate to call for it," Doug stared at the looming figure in the snowstorm. "While I'm away, as long as the thugs are carrying lethal weapons, the noble squad must use lethal force to fight back. Do you understand, Miss Acting Captain?"

"Got it." Cecilia saluted: "I will simply write it down, only the important ones!"

She said this every time, and the only thing that mattered was this - almost all armed personnel who were acting with weapons and did not have IFF identification signals were enemies.

They came from one place and went to another, searching for property and precious survival resources or something else left in the city, but in the end they found nothing because everything was a mess.

Although this mess was due to the unremitting efforts of their colleagues, it was more because the city lacked the necessary manpower to run it.

Doug was very worried about Cecilia, who always had good intentions. In the previous mission, they rescued a young woman who had been defiled for many days from the beasts. She was tall and straight, with a small head with beautiful long hair on her jade-like shoulders.

She couldn't stand the insults day and night, and even after being rescued, she was still confused and thought she was captured by another group of bastards. She ran to the road like crazy, waving her arms desperately, and shouted to the other group of bastards stationed in the underground parking lot:

"Come on, fight!"

Everything was a mess in her irrational mind: everyone around her was a bastard who wanted to catch her and make her his own.

Because of the poor woman's actions, the team was forced to fight another gun battle with the gangsters in an incomplete state.

After everything calmed down, the woman squatted in the middle of the road with a pale face, trembling all over, staring intently at the corpse not far away, then staring at Doug and others, and shouted at them:

"Why did you come so late? Why..."

Cecilia tried to calm her down and explained that the situation in New York was terrible, but she was safe with her own people.

But in the end, the more I tried to convince her, the more the crazy flames in her eyes burned.

Suddenly, she looked around quickly, rushed to the body, grabbed the dirty pistol, and rushed onto the road in three big strides.

"Ahhhhhh!" She screamed like crazy, her voice sharp and piercing. To the people in the noble team, this cry was simply not the kind of wail that should be heard in the world.

Sometimes he stood up straight, sometimes he bent over, he cried and laughed, he jumped and danced on the road waving a pistol.

Cecilia knew that this poor person would be beaten to death soon, and she made such a terrifying noise to attract other thugs. Those guys were also bastards, and they might use her as a tool for fun and slowly shoot her to death.

The agent wanted to save her, and at that moment she could no longer care about anything else, so she jumped towards the collapsed woman.

But this man noticed Cecilia running towards her, turned around, dropped his gun, and ran into her head-on.

When Cecilia saw the pair of bulging, crazy eyes filled with hatred so close, she immediately gave up the idea of ​​capturing her, jumped away, grabbed the woman's left hand holding the gun, and then lifted it up to keep the muzzle away from other people.

Doug raised his gun upon seeing this and chased the crazy woman with his aim steady.

Cecilia and the crazy woman fought desperately for the pistol, and the struggle lasted for several seconds. Just when the agent was about to succeed, she herself didn't know what happened next.

The woman loosened her hand and raised it up into the air, as if she wanted to hold something or to celebrate. But before she could straighten her hand, she fell on her back in the snow.

Only at the moment she fell did Cecilia come to her senses. The gunshot she heard a second ago was fired by none other than Captain Doug.

"Shit." When she squatted down to look at the dead body, Cecilia realized that he was beaten to death, not injured.

The woman was lying face down, her hair covering her face pathetically.

Blood flowed from the neck and flowed to the ground, mixing with the dust and snow. The bullet shattered the throat and hit the spine.

"It almost got us into more trouble!" said Tony Gaggia, a tall man with a wisp of mustache, as he disassembled the gun and threw it into different trash cans.

"Asshole, I'll make you crazy." He repeated, "A madman has a madman's way of dying, and it's a worthy death!"

Although he spoke seriously, his eyes revealed a sense of guilt. His words seemed to be just to convince himself that this was the only way to end it.

Captain Doug also said nothing. This incident hit him even harder. He had always wanted to save people and restore order to the city from chaos, and for this he did not hesitate to kill the mobs on the streets and the workers who tried to eliminate the virus with fire.

But this time, he wanted to save someone, but ended up killing her. He wanted to save someone—but ended up killing her! What could be more... more terrifying than this?

By the end of the day he still hadn't figured out why New York had become like this.

All this made his mind a fog.

"ISAC, activate pulse."

"The pulse has been triggered." The intelligent assistant responded, marking out the complete target information obtained after the radar scan.

……

Raphael was walking on the road when a sonic boom exploded beside her ears, causing her to immediately lunge forward and press her body to the ground. Then she crawled sideways and quickly got behind the engine of a scrap car on the side of the road.

After she figured out the situation, she couldn't help but curse, "Fuck."

Normally, she rarely meddles in other people's business. But who has the secret agent's pulse sweeping over here? I, Raphael, must help out today!

As for who to help, it all depends on the situation. Her stance is flexible.

In front of us, a group of bastards from the Lights Gang were chasing a poor scavenger. They would deliberately shoot a few shots from time to time to scare the unfortunate guy and get the pleasure of "dominating" him.

The scavengers were getting closer and closer, and Raphaelton felt a toothache. The manpower of the riot gang seemed to be endless. After harvesting one batch, the next batch would be refreshed immediately.

After coming out of the stronghold near the quarantine zone, she has experienced seven battles of varying sizes. If we count the bastards who were hitting corpses with sticks on the roadside and in the alleys, the number of people she has killed is estimated to be more than 7.

Stealing things is fine, killing people is also fine, but using the corpse to vent your anger is what?

Raphael was quick to grab the scavenger's clothes and threw him and his bag into the flower bed in the small square. She stood up decisively, raised her gun and aimed, and prioritized the targets according to the threat level.

Tut, tut;

Every two shots killed an enemy, but the effect of the surprise attack only lasted for a moment. When arranging the order, she could only make sure that the two fastest guys died on the spot, nothing else.