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

Chapter 27 Abnormal Contact

Weeks of fighting in the streets and working around the city's apartments, office buildings and shopping malls left them covered in dust and dirt. Their eyes were bloodshot and their faces were smudged with a stain that made it hard to tell whether it was sweat or slush.

When they saw someone standing up to fight with them, what appeared on their faces was not fear or panic, but unprecedented excitement and excitement, and they looked like they were floating in the air.

There was an abnormal light in the other person's eyes. Raphael knew that it was common for these people to take drugs as a pastime, but he was still surprised, considering it was still morning.

But no matter how crazy it is, as long as you keep a certain distance from the irrational enemy, you can easily complete the shooting task.

When fighting against these evil spirits, she did not feel any guilt, but instead became even more ruthless.

Raphael, with her inherent calmness, leaned sideways from the rear of the car, revealing a small part of her body to kill the shield lancer who tried to rush up from the sidewalk. Literally shield and spear, he held up a round wooden shield and ran over like a Viking, with a fire axe held high in his other hand.

When he saw what Raphael was holding in his hand, a hint of panic flashed across his eyes, and the next second he heard nothing.

Judging from the thugs' attire, complete with bald masks, grey vests and orange prison uniforms, they should be the gang of prisoners that escaped from prison - the Lex Gang.

After this group of scumbags staged an organized riot at Rikers Island Prison, a destructive criminal organization gradually emerged. They quickly expanded, captured multiple police stations, and obtained enough equipment to arm an army.

As the military and police forces gradually dissipated, they naturally took over the area. Their goal was straightforward: revenge on the government that imprisoned them.

Putting it into action means chopping off the head of everyone in uniform, especially those wearing police or JTF uniforms.

They will also take action against scavengers if they think it is necessary.

Raphael took a look and saw that there was also a group of Lex Gang members advancing along the sidewalk across the street, using obstacles and abandoned vehicles to cover their movements.

If they cannot defeat the enemy head-on, they will leave a small number of people behind, and the rest will spread out to the sides to complete the encirclement under suitable conditions. This simple tactic is very suitable for the Lex Gang, which has not received formal training.

If the will is stronger and the person in charge of on-site command is smarter, he can force the enemy, who is at a disadvantage in firepower and numbers, to move in the direction he wants.

Terrible, Raphael commented. Then he took off the smoke bomb on his waist belt and threw it forward.

The gray-green pipe landed in the middle of the road, hissing out thick yellow smoke.

Just when the heavy snow and smoke were about to block the street, a light breeze blew across the street and immediately blew away most of the smoke.

“What the hell,” she said.

Most of the smoke was blown away, and the group of lunatics let out human-like howls at Raphael.

Forget it, it's not worth it. She sighed again in her mind and gave up the urge to throw the second smoke bomb just because there was wind.

At this time, a familiar radar pulse swept across the entire street. After the electronic countermeasure system captured the signal and direction, it sent out a targeted interference signal.

"ISAC, are you paying attention?" Doug Sutton said.

"Interference signal detected..." After a moment, ISAC continued: "The system has been offline and started in offline mode."

Then, the offline clone of the intelligent analysis computer read the signal scanned instantly, re-rendered it onto the agent's AR contact lenses, and marked the location of everyone according to the pre-set settings.

However, Doug modified the system preset file and set the third-party individuals with electronic warfare interference capabilities to neutral attributes.

There is a saying that goes, make more friends and fewer enemies. In more literal terms, unite all forces that can be united to form the broadest united front.

The same is true now.

Doug looked through the few video materials and thought that she should be in a neutral position. That is, she only cares about what she should do, and everything else has nothing to do with her. If someone wants to get in her way, she doesn't mind killing the person.

Now that he has witnessed the other party's actions with his own eyes, Doug is even more certain of his judgment.

What is the situation now? JTF has fallen apart due to incorrect orders and internal power struggles. Most of the first wave of agents are trapped in the quarantine area, and the forces of order have fallen into an unprecedented state of weakness.

Therefore, he believed that pushing people to the opposite side was undoubtedly an extremely wrong decision. If he could win the support of the other side, perhaps more people could be saved.

Doug Sutton first took off the sound suppressor of his M4A1 and took the initiative to move to the other side of the road, parallel to "Bogey-1 (unidentified target)". He was worried that he would be regarded as an enemy behind him with a gun in hand.

Bang, bang, bang, bang—

Rafael heard the extremely rhythmic sound of firing at about 3 o'clock, which showed that the shooter had a very good understanding of the performance of the M4A1. In his hands, the assault rifle became an extension of his ability, rather than a double-edged sword that was difficult to control.

"Frindly!"

"What?" Raphael retreated while fighting, and while changing the magazine, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Who are you?!"

"Friends, I'll cover you. See you later at the NONONO Japanese restaurant on Madison Avenue and 31st Street."

"What position?"

"I'll repeat it again. See you at NONONO Japanese Restaurant on Madison Avenue and 31st Street later."

“Copy.”

Raphael picked up the XM250 machine gun and fired two short bursts at the twenty or so bastards following behind him. After slightly delaying the pace of the Lex Gang thugs, he decisively ran away.

On the other side, Doug took out the autonomous machine gun exclusive to agents, set the working mode of the machine gun turret to self-destruct mode, and threw it hard onto the top of the car in front.

The machine gun turret using 9mm bullets suddenly emitted a series of "da da da da" sounds.

As Raphael left the intersection, he glanced back and realized that the agent from the Strategic Bureau had spent a lot of money and even threw out the autonomous machine gun turrets used for fire cover.

For this reason alone, she didn't mind wasting some time to see who would be so generous to help a stranger.

……

A few minutes later, Doug pushed open the door of the restaurant and found it empty. He suddenly felt that the machine gun turret was not worth it.

But on second thought, the agents she met earlier were all hostile to her, which inevitably left her with a negative impression, and it would not be so easy to change that impression.

I understand, I understand, but Doug still feels bad.

"This is Noble-1, calling Noble-4. Please reply."

"Damn it, why are you responding to our call now?!"

Xi Liya said anxiously in the channel,

"We're under attack, we need you to get back here as soon as possible... Hey, Alki, help Tony up. We're retreating through the 2 o'clock alley!"

There was another burst of intense gunfire in the channel. Doug heard Cecilia's panting, and then another string of numbers came over.

Without Doug's reminder, ISAC automatically planned the nearest movement route in order to reach the battle location as quickly as possible.

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Chapter 28 I am the God of Death (Please vote and support)

Right in front of us, indeed, we were almost there. Doug heard the sound of intensive gunfire coming from the alley ahead...

All these intermittent news reached Doug, mixed with the roar of sticky explosives and thunder. The disappointment of breaking the appointment and the heavy psychological burden of his teammates being attacked made him feel extremely urgent.

The wind and snow got stronger.

Lalei Barrett and his lackeys are systematically and gradually sweeping out all enemies who dare to resist in the controlled area. They plan to turn the place upside down.

At this efficient pace, Doug estimated that the three members of the team would soon lose their lives one by one under the siege.

Should we attack them from behind? Or should we go around to the back of the garage where Cecilia was temporarily staying and use explosives to blow down the locked iron door?

He reassessed the current situation and decided to immediately launch an attack from the rear of the Lex Gang. This would relieve the pressure on the three people guarding the warehouse and give them a chance to breathe.

If the bastards from the Lex Gang were allowed to maintain their high-pressure offensive, Cecilia and the others wouldn't even have the chance to collect the empty magazines and reload them with bullets. The future of running out of ammunition and food would be approaching them at an alarming speed.

Doug moved quickly and quietly down the sidewalk to the chosen abandoned building, which was adjacent diagonally across the alleyway where the enemy was besieging.

Doug found a normal five-story apartment—he climbed over the fence, set a booby trap in the stairwell, and found a balcony facing the street. Thankfully, the second-floor occupant forgot to lock the door.

Even though he was fairly certain the building was empty, he methodically cleared it out without incident.

Slow is steady, steady is fast.

He then managed to open all the doors leading to the other end of the apartment so that the Lex gang could quickly leave the apartment when they sensed the danger and attacked him.

It was not easy to jump directly from the second floor, but it was the best escape route he could find in a short period of time.

Doug looked around carefully and confirmed that there was no one in the room. Then he found a suitable windowsill and slowly pushed open the closed window.

The perfect shooting range appeared, and the enemies at the alley entrance were clearly visible. Now was not the time to brag. It did not require extraordinary tactical talent to choose this place as a sniper point.

Humans are animals driven by habits. As long as they turn a series of actions and thinking logic into instincts, they can naturally find a suitable combat position in a complex and changing environment.

Doug Sutton did just that. He got on the radio and said, "Cecilia, can you guys still organize a counterattack?"

"No problem, we can."

For Cecilia and others, they have to do it even if it means not doing it, otherwise they will be doomed.

The front door of the garage was locked, and only the back alley led to the main street. This meant that they could not use their equipment to their advantage, and the alley was full of debris and garbage, leaving no room for the machine gun tower to play.

Grenades, sticky explosives and tracking mines are the first choice, but the amount should be controlled. If the explosion causes a fire, the three of them will be trapped in the garage and die. The final fate is either being burned to death or suffocated by inhaling a large amount of harmful gases.

Not only that, the three could only fight back through the back door, and had to withstand the explosive impact of thrown objects from time to time.

The efficiency of counterattack is terribly low.

For the Lex Gang, it didn't matter. The weakening of the enemy's firepower was the best signal to attack. Now, their commander hadn't reacted yet. If he could think of a way to ignite the debris, they would be completely finished.

If they can chop off the hands, feet and heads of JTF members, they must be capable of committing heinous acts such as arson.

Doug knelt down and placed the rifle on the desk by the windowsill. He mounted the AN/PEQ-15 multi-function laser transmitter on the M4A1's eye protection rail, lit up the visible laser, and pulled the trigger.

The 5.56 bullet hit the target man directly in the back of the head. Doug aimed the laser at the back of the next man and rewarded him with three peanuts on his vest.

The effect of the SAKER ASR suppressor is indeed good. When the bullet leaves the muzzle, the high-pressure gas ejected is consumed by layers of partitions and fillers, expanding step by step, and finally forming a vortex to slow down the speed of impact.

When the gas is discharged from the front part of the muffler, the pressure is greatly reduced, which not only changes the noise characteristics but also reduces the decibel.

Doug wanted to praise the manufacturers of silencers for not only making it more difficult to determine the shooter's position, but also effectively reducing recoil.

In addition, the suppressor cools the hot gases exiting the barrel sufficiently so that most of the lead vapor ejected from the barrel can condense inside the device, reducing the level of lead ingested by the shooter and passers-by.

In a word, health care and wellness.

Doug's movements were calm and steady. He adjusted his posture slightly to get a better shooting range, always aiming at the alley entrance.

Just like they did in the training camp, they were precise and efficient, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of their enemies.

Finally someone noticed something was wrong and pointed in the general direction of the gunman.

The Lex Gang's devils are complete fools, he thought, and he could kill two more defenseless fools.

Doug quickly stood up and left the shooting position. He walked through the door and closed it with his backhand, cutting off the clues and slowing down the tracing speed of the Lex Gang members.

With a clang and the sound of objects colliding with each other, Doug slowly got up from the ground. It was not as easy as during training - the weight on his whole body was too heavy.

He climbed over the railing again, carefully passed through the small shop on the first floor of the apartment, then put his M4 back on his shoulder in one smooth movement and appeared on the side of the road.

Change the magazine, determine the number of enemies, aim the gun, and it's time to kill. Doug muttered as he advanced towards the alley:

"I am the god of death. Every shot I shoot takes away an enemy."

On the street at the garage's front entrance, Rafael could smell the building's nauseating odor of burnt marijuana, urine, and sweat.

This should be the location. There was a lot of noise on the other side of the wall, and the crackling sound never stopped.

There was a dead body underneath the collapsed signboard of the repair shop. One unlucky guy could be seen lying face down on the ground, almost crushed in two by the signboard frame.

"...Ahem, can you hear me, everyone at SHD?"

"..."

Only a fool would talk to her, Cecilia covered her arms and leaned against the wall. The exclusive encrypted channel of the National Land Security Agency was hacked, which was a very serious matter.

"Well, if you don't answer, I will assume that you have died in battle. So, everyone, goodbye forever."

"Hey!" Tony, who was even more irritable, turned on the radio and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Look, it's still alive."

Suddenly, a burst of American-style cursing came from the headphones, which lasted for a full minute and made Raphael's head almost fly off.

She curled her lips, these people are really not easy to make fun of.

"Listen carefully, all of you...stay away from the iron gate. I'm going to take action."

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Chapter 29 Leaving

Plastic explosives connected by wires were attached to the tightly closed iron door. She repeatedly checked the placement of the directional blasting device to avoid being injured by the fragments splashed by the explosion.