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

Now everyone was quiet, and Eleanor sat in the sentry box, monitoring the work situation on the road and in the office.

But to be honest, this kind of office building is really difficult to deal with, even if it contains many priceless things.

In order to take control of a building, she had to disperse her men and block off the areas around the office building.

For a large-scale looting operation like this, the safety of the venue must be ensured, not only to avoid riots or escape, but also to control the situation.

Another reason that makes Eleanor feel uneasy is that the quality of the members of the Lex Gang is mixed.

It was fine when we gathered them together and gave them medicine, just like hyenas besieging a large buffalo, although it was difficult, they would win in the end; but when we dispersed them, their organization level quickly dropped.

It would be fine if no one attacked them, but once a conflict broke out, the fools who were drunk on the ball would be unable to stop the enemy's attack.

Don’t think that there is no fighting within gangs. Conflicts can also break out between gangs.

Eleanor couldn't understand why there were so many poisonous insects.

At this moment, bullets flew towards them. Before the whooshing sound faded away, all the searchlights at the checkpoint went out.

——They were attacked.

Eleanor fell to the ground with her eyes closed, waiting for the first round of fire to end. By then, her eyes would be able to adapt to the dark streets.

Raphael took advantage of the equipment and attacked in the way he knew best, and the enemy was just as confused as expected.

After the sudden loss of light, they and their slaves fell into panic.

Yes, every time a low voice floated out from the darkness, someone would fall down and let out a sharp wail. Everyone could foresee that the result would not be immediate death.

A loud whine is a surefire way to destroy morale, especially if your companion is a hysterical coward who is easily succumbed to fear.

Raphael was very clear about this and deliberately avoided parts of the body that would result in immediate death if hit, such as the left chest or the head.

Some people may not be able to see it clearly, but from her perspective at the night market, the effect she sees is equivalent to a camp explosion.

Slave laborers fought with each other, slave laborers tangled with armed thugs, and even thugs shot at each other. The scene made people feel a chill.

The chaos spread and eventually turned into a civil war among the Rikers.

As the chaos spread, the instigator, Raphael, calmly passed through the checkpoint and killed a woman who looked like a gang leader.

And so, Miss Doll spent another ordinary night in New York, except that it was a little more intense.

She made a tiny finger gesture in her mind to prove that what she thought, imagined and experienced was completely in line with the facts.

Time flew by, and when dawn came a few hours later, Raphael realized that she had simply come from one hell to another, even more cruel purgatory.

This scene captured by her eyes further confirmed her view that "this city is not worth saving."

The elegant building decorated with marble and artistic reliefs has been turned into a slave labor camp by the Lex Gang. Anyone sent in will be searched and all personal belongings will be taken away.

From an ordinary person's perspective, the people outside are simply bandits.

And got a gun.

Based on his observations, Raphael gradually understood everything. Those who "voluntarily" stayed here would be sent to clean up the building, and the food supply was only at the minimum level.

Many weak people died before the next food supply arrived, some died on the way to the raid, and some were shot by the guards.

Although they were all brutal bandits, the guys who managed the slave labor camp actually compiled a detailed camp log, recording the number of slave laborers entering and the number of slaves who were scrapped, and each record was signed and sealed by the corresponding person.

The last number that appeared in the log book was "493", which meant the number of slaves they currently held.

The hall, seemingly operating in a neat and orderly manner, is like a gate leading to hell on earth.

She took photos of the log records bit by bit, and also took photos of the disinfection and washing process in the back door. All new slaves had to complete the body washing and disinfection there.

There was steam everywhere and sewage flowing everywhere. The ground was littered with tangled clumps of hair with lice moving around in them, and dirty clothes piled up like a mountain.

The most horrible and disgusting place was Room 1, and there were four such cleaning rooms. The people in Room had not yet taken a shower, but had just taken off their clothes and used a brush to brush the lice off their bodies.

A large pit with a blazing flame was dug under the yard outside; all the clothes that were taken off were thrown into the pit, and people in protective clothing kept using brooms to sweep lice and other small insects that could coexist with humans on the ground into baskets, and finally the contents of the buckets were also poured into the fire pit.

The second room is for cleaning hair. All hairy areas are shaved clean, and then the bodies of the slave workers who are about to "start work" are washed with water that will not freeze people to death.

Raphael couldn't help but think of the Auschwitz camp built by the Nazis 85 years ago, a purgatory built on the earth by human hands.

The work in the third cleaning room was easier, as they only had to take another shower. When they reached the fourth room, the people inside would give the slaves clothes, which were not new but could ensure that they would not freeze to death.

If someone dies in this stage, the subsequent search work will have to be handled by the supervisors themselves.

Among those bandits, perhaps only the gang supervisors in the disinfection stage cherish these precious manpower the most.

Some people would think they have arrived in heaven, but most of the newly recruited slaves seem depressed. Their situation is not worse.

Sooner or later, the bandits would have ransacked every apartment they wanted to ransack, and then what good would slaves do? Slaves had mouths to feed.

Raphael had no intention of getting involved in the matter, and after obtaining the necessary documents and completing the evidence collection and filming of the conditions inside the camp, she completed the additional task assigned by her employer.

After uploading the information, I received a "Sound-Only" file from my employer.

He first praised Raphael's effects, and then asked in a serious manner about the actual experience of using XM5 and XM250, and whether there were any areas that needed improvement.

What could she say? The army had already replaced the equipment in an orderly manner. Even if she raised an objection, a new one would not be delivered immediately.

What's more, the two weapons in hand have already reached the limit of this era. The designers experimentally installed sensors on the XM5 to monitor the working status of the barrel and bolt.

It's not that there is no auxiliary function for combat, but it's better than nothing. When a gunfight breaks out, does the sensor remind you that the barrel is overheated, so you should avoid the battle? Obviously not.

The ballistic calculator is useless. It is really useless in New York.

At most engagement distances, you only need to focus the scope on the target and pull the trigger to kill the enemy.

The 1X maximum magnification provided by the Razor HD Gen 10-24x10 low-magnification variable sight is just icing on the cake, and most of the time it is in 1X magnification mode.

Raphael can only explain the choice of this multiplier as a promising future.

As for the body, can she get a replacement just by expressing her dissatisfaction? Obviously not. Besides, DARPA's technology has not yet developed to the point where it can produce a new generation of humanoid bodies.

This is just an everyday greeting, not something to be taken seriously.

Then he provided two directions for the next action. The first was to return to the inner isolation area to confirm and try to recover the radiation source; the secondary direction was to try to make contact with the rebellious Ranger troops and strive to get them back into the Army's command sequence.

Regardless of which task is achieved, the employer will provide a corresponding evacuation platform.

Although they all knew that even if they failed to complete the mission, Raphael was able to get out of Manhattan. Although the humanoid was a piece of iron, he could sneak to the other side from underwater in the worst case scenario.

Not to mention the National Guard currently stationed on the Williamsburg Bridge. As long as they have not evacuated the bridge, they will definitely open the gates to let people pass.

And Raphael knew and was certain that when she planned to leave, her employer would still reluctantly arrange an evacuation helicopter.

After all, this is an extremely important asset of the Ministry of Defense. At least before the next-generation product is born, it is still highly irreplaceable.

Chapter 34 Re-evaluation (seeking votes and support)

Before leaving the slave labor camp, Raphael filmed a video of the disposal area and sent it to his "employer" as a gift.

As for what they would use this thing for, she didn't want to know, nor did she care. If nothing unexpected happened, it would definitely be used as a trump card. Whoever ordered the abandonment of New York would be the target of these video evidence.

In order to satisfy her boss, she took into account all the time, days, recorders and information needed to record the video evidence, to ensure that her employer would be satisfied.

It is the slave laborers who work skillfully, carefully and tirelessly that are much more shocking to witness with one's own eyes than to watch the video through the screen.

No one dared to stop what they were doing, and no one dared to fall to the ground. However, their bodies were so terrible that they could not even be called human bodies!

As she moved through the camp, she inevitably encountered these poor enslaved people. She could still feel the feeling on her fingertips: she was not touching human hands, but bones covered by a thin layer of skin without flesh and blood.

The meat is as thin as rolled cold skin, and you can almost see the bones inside.

Once they fell down during labor, even if they were still unconscious after being whipped, the slaves - both men and women - would be sent to the disposal room in the corner of the camp for final treatment: the clothes that would prevent them from freezing to death would be collected, hidden personal belongings would be searched out, gold teeth (if any) would be pried out, and the marrow would be sucked out of their bones to the extreme.

When the dying man saw Raphael, he glared at her with savage, vicious eyes, as if her presence were an insult to him.

It was the other person who was still conscious who said:

"If you hadn't killed me, I would have killed you all...without leaving a single one alive..."

He must have thought he was shouting, a roar of thunder, when in reality it was only a few indistinct murmurs. A moment later Raphael noticed that he was dead.

His heart suddenly stopped beating and he died.

There was another one who was mumbling something, I couldn't tell whether he was saying his own name, asking for food, or begging for forgiveness, as if that would allow him to survive.

He mumbled as if he couldn't speak at all.

Others just moaned and said nothing, as if they had no tongues, and then died quietly on the floor.

No one knows their names, no one knows what they did in their lifetime, and no one cares what they did.

Not long after I left, the satellite phone started buzzing again.

“I didn’t expect to receive such a surprise.”

This time, the employer took the initiative to call Raphael and said:

"Some people said you were not suitable to operate in such an environment, but it turns out that our decision was not wrong."

The deliberately disguised electronic voice concealed the speaker's gender. Although many mission briefings had been conducted, this form of unilateral encrypted interference was really unpleasant.

"So, what's the status of the investigation into Team Griffin's disappearance?"

"According to the data obtained from the terminal device of the agent of the National Land Security Bureau, there are combat records of the Griffin team's activities in the quarantine zone. Among them, the reconstruction of the battlefield residual signal detection shows that the most obvious sign of the tentatively identified as '■■' is the emergence of metal substances in multiple parts of the body."

This is a completely unnecessary briefing. If someone can break into the military satellite system without anyone noticing, what is the point of encrypting the key words a second time?

"First, tell me what you think of '■■'."

"According to the SHD agent eyewitness description, the '■■' do not have the ability to fight in a group, and there is no direct evidence that there are individuals with leadership capabilities among them.

They have extremely obvious feedback to external sound stimulation, with a threshold decibel between 65-85, and multiple measurements are required to obtain the accurate range. However, AR weapons using sound suppressors have an average muzzle noise of around 100 decibels...

In addition, common bullets such as 9mm and .45 have almost no stopping effect on it, and the penetration effect is also very poor. Since I don’t have actual combat data on 5.56 bullets, I can’t give an accurate answer. "

Raphael opened the attic window and sat on the terrace to admire the empty street.

"Based on the above information, it is reasonable to speculate that these '■■' heard the sound of fighting and gradually broke through the defense line formed by the outer rangers with their numerical and qualitative advantages, ultimately leading to the failure of the mission.

Calculations show that the Griffin team's success rate is only 31.4%, and a large number of risk factors have led to the current situation. Such an extremely important recovery operation was carried out without control, and 'Raphael' insisted on reserving his opinion. "

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sound of discussion over the satellite phone.

A steady and hoarse voice came from the phone, "You tend to think that valuable items cannot be recycled?"

"At present, it seems that the radiation in the dark zone comes from a simple leak... Sorry, can you tell me directly what the Griffin team recovered?"

There was another round of noisy discussion, forcing her to temporarily move away from the satellite phone.

A few minutes later, the voice continued, "If we suspend your original plan and ask you to take over the Griffin team to complete the recovery mission. What is your judgment?"

"It is too hasty to draw conclusions now, and there is insufficient valid information."

Raphael groaned for a moment and continued, "I don't have enough manpower and resources to complete the assessment. The probability I have drawn can only be used as a reference..."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Since I cannot clearly determine the effect of radiation, my calculation result is less than 40%."

Raphael sat on the rooftop, observing the smoky steel city. She ignored the whispers coming from the satellite phone and returned her attention to the agent's laptop.

With the assistance of artificial AI and massive computing power, it collects and analyzes the surrounding environment, and accesses local network resources to obtain corresponding surveillance videos and audio signals, thereby restoring specific events that occurred at a certain moment.

The technology of the Division was enough to make her express surprise and admiration.

With such support, the agents of the Homeland Security Agency are better than even the great detective Sherlock Holmes in collecting residual intelligence and analyzing clues at the scene.

"Oh? Amber Kelleher was the original target of the noble team's evacuation."

Raphael became excited, which meant that she could finally fulfill the old woman's request.

There are many records about her in the system, which proves that she had contact with agents of the Strategic Bureau and left some diary-like things for them.

It was mentioned that April Kelleher was a best-selling author with a certain reputation.

Before the outbreak, her husband, who worked at a biotechnology company, gave her a survival guide that detailed what to do if a large-scale epidemic broke out. It also included how to deal with a series of social violence incidents that followed.

She regarded the book as a story book and didn't care much about its content. The reason she kept the book was not only because the content in the book could be used as a reference for her creation, but also because it was a gift from her husband.

Chapter 35: Ways to put out the fire