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

Best's face was full of dissatisfaction. His dissatisfaction was not only directed at Rafael, but also at his companions, and expressed his disgust for the bad environment in New York.

"Check the documents at my feet, and remember to contact the captain and ask him to confirm."

Best slowly squatted down, reached out to pick up the document, and his eyes were fixed on Raphael and the wide street behind her. If there was anything unusual, he wouldn't mind knocking down the guy in front of him as well.

While Best was checking the documents, Raphael had already started chatting with Danny.

The troops ordered to block the Fort Williamson Bridge were the 42th Infantry Brigade Combat Team of the 27nd Infantry Division, also known as the New York National Guard. It was normal for them to have such poor efficiency.

Their company was divided into two parts, controlling the bridgeheads on both sides of the Fort Williamson Bridge, cooperating with CDC staff to conduct customs clearance and quarantine, and ensuring connectivity between Manhattan and Brooklyn.

The New York government announced that they had not given up on Manhattan. If they had not given up, they could not cut off the life support channel.

But what Raphael thought was that the identification information provided by the employer seemed to be genuine.

Who hired her? Maybe it wasn't a person, but a powerful department that had access to the personnel files.

Now she had a clear idea in her mind.

At least they will not be treated with hostility or even attacked by the troops carrying out the blockade mission because of their identity.

"Yes, sir...she's across from me...copy..."

Best released the button, and his tense nerves relaxed as he slowly exhaled filtered air. He walked back with the certificate, returned it to Raphael respectfully, stood at attention, saluted, and said loudly:

"I'm sorry to have frightened you, Lieutenant. Please come with us, it's no longer safe on Broadway."

"It's okay, this is to fulfill your mission." Raphael said in return. The actions recorded in the mind were perfectly performed by the body without any compromise.

When Danny saw her quick and decisive response, he basically confirmed Raphael's "legal identity".

To them, everyone in the company is worth cherishing because their companions will lend a helping hand in times of crisis instead of stab them in the back.

Just like Best, even though he was very impatient, he still contacted the rear to request backup support, and then came up to check the documents.

Raphael always knew that Best was still wary of her and the streets while checking the documents.

As she passed the entrance to the small park, she glanced sideways and saw something strange, grayish-white, spreading along the entire length of the wire fence.

Although she had guessed this before, she still couldn't figure out what it was at the moment.

Only when they were completely close and standing on the slope at the bridge head did Raphael fully come to his senses.

These are all dead bodies.

They were piled up one on top of the other, densely packed into a vast grayish-white plain.

At the park entrance, the yellow protective suits were particularly dazzling in the sun. At their feet, lying one after another, in a disorderly manner, were a dozen corpses dressed in various home clothes, which had not yet been sprinkled with lime.

"By the way, you...sir?"

Danny suddenly came to his senses and looked at Raphael's beautiful face in surprise, but his focus was that the lieutenant was not wearing any protective equipment.

"No, I don't need to wear a filter respirator." Raphael looked at the corpse disposal personnel inside and outside the park and said lightly: "I am naturally immune."

"Isn't it a vaccine?" Best looked at her unwillingly.

He was desperate to hear any news about a "vaccine" or "cure."

Because according to what he understood, there was no way to save the situation at the current point in time.

When the 44th Infantry Brigade, which was carrying out the blockade mission, was dropped into the mudflats between Brooklyn and Long Island, it was like a stone thrown into the water, causing a little splash in the first two days, and then nothing was left.

"No, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"Okay, boys, let's go." The captain came out and said to Raphael and others.

He accidentally glanced in the direction of the park, stiffened for a moment, and then walked back.

When Raphael passed the sentry post, he found the lieutenant wearing a single gold bar standing in the corner.

His eyes were strange and dull, and he held a forgotten cigarette butt between his fingers, and that hand was shaking slightly as if he were having a seizure.

Chapter 3 Facing the Difficulties

There were two 7-ton M939 trucks parked on the bridge, with white smoke rising from the marching stove trucks attached to the back.

A soldier was standing nearby, stamping his feet and rubbing his hands, and occasionally checking the condition of the stove.

"I forgot to tell you, my name is Willis Chester, just call me Willis," said the company commander.

"Raphael."

Willis nodded and turned his attention to the dining car. "What's good today?" he asked.

"I dissolved some sugar and vitamin tablets in water. This is the second time," the kitchen staff reported. "It's not too sweet, but the sugar can provide enough energy, and the vitamin A can enhance the ability to resist the cold. I wanted to add something else, but they wouldn't let me."

"It's right not to let them go," Willis said. "We are short of manpower, the city is in a mess, and the logistics supply is intermittent. Saving some supplies is better than anything else. Has the water been distributed?"

"At lunch, everyone was offered a cup but some people didn't drink it. They thought it tasted weird and said 'Eww, this is gross'."

"Let them drink it all at dinner," Raphael said suddenly.

"Drink water and then eat, that's it."

"Yes, sir."

The cook waved the big iron spoon of the soup sadly. He had already anticipated how many compliments and witty remarks beginning with "F" and "S" he would receive tonight.

Willis took Raphael on a tour of the camp and checkpoints set up on the bridge, and made them familiar to almost everyone.

This is almost a statement: As long as we are stationed here, Lieutenant Raphael, you can move freely in and out of our defense zone.

Finally, they came to the tent with a red cross on the curtain. Willis opened the curtain with his hand and walked in first.

The tent was not very spacious, with only four beds, a small table with a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor, and a medicine cabinet that required a key to open.

There were only five people in the tent now, one of whom was a soldier lying in bed with a high fever. The exposed instep of his feet had turned black and was oozing some fluid.

It wasn't blood, but some yellow pus, which should be frostbite.

The other was a medical soldier, wearing a military coat. When he saw the curtain coming in, he immediately put down his unfinished cigarette and stood up.

The medic reported that he was the company's medical soldier, responsible for assisting the medical officer.

"Where's the medical officer?"

The medic glanced at the guy lying straight in the innermost area and cursed in his heart.

The company commander's action of asking questions even though he knew the answer was wrong made the medical soldier very unhappy. If he was angry, he could vent it on the medical officer, as he had done nothing wrong.

"Military doctor Vitaly Julian, I feel a little unwell today," the medic pointed his head at the man lying motionless on the bunk, "I suddenly fell ill."

"Is he a noble lady, or something?" Willis said angrily.

"We followed the CDC and FEMA to Central Park in Manhattan for a tour, and when we came back, we suddenly had a hysterical attack. We didn't even have time to walk out, and we vomited in the disinfection passage."

The medic glanced at the frozen bridge floor.

"He just couldn't stand the sight of the park disposal site."

At this time, the person lying on the bed twisted his body. Willis walked over, grabbed the medical officer's collar and pulled it.

"Get up. What's the point of lying on your back?"

The man sat up cross-legged.

His clothes were stained, his face was as white as the white line in the middle of the road, and there were red spots around his eyes.

"Stand up, Vitali. Lieutenant Vitali, stand up the fuck up!" Willis shouted.

Vitali remained unmoved and turned to stare at the company commander whose anger was growing.

"I...no...can't," he stammered nervously, "Please...transfer me away. I don't belong here, transfer me away."

The piles of corpses in Qiaotou Park destroyed his psychological defenses.

The bodies proved that the first vaccination administered to Manhattan residents at the beginning of the month was a complete failure.

Vitali is a doctor of military medicine, specializing in trauma treatment, but also has some experience in viruses.

The type of vaccine administered to healthy residents by the New York Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the Federal Centers for Disease Control is the original smallpox vaccine. However, the increasing number of deaths indicates that the "greenback virus" is not a simple subspecies of smallpox virus.

Those people wearing yellow protective suits with internal air circulation filters still did not take this serious health emergency seriously.

Considering the information they had, Vitali felt breathless.

Leaving here was the choice he made with his remaining sanity.

"Coward." Willis glanced at Raphael standing beside him, "Medic, since your superior is so weak, you will report the situation of the company clinic."

"Yes."

"Have you checked the quantity of medicines?"

"All kinds of medicines can help us survive the cold winter here. In the two supply shipments this week, half a ton of multivitamin tablets were delivered." The medic said, "It seems that the brigade commander hopes that we will hold on here until next spring."

"Okay, let's go check out the warehouse."

Willis sighed, noticing the medic's longing glance at the half-smoked cigarette on the bedside table, and said:

"Take it with you. I allow you to finish it."

The young medic quickly put the cigarette in his mouth and lit the lighter with a click.

Raphael gazed at this ruddy, lively, childlike face, and imagined uneasily what this face would look like a week later, or two weeks later, when the dirty, terrifying, and merciless life in the epidemic area would first bear its weight on William Bethron.

A car was coming from the direction of Manhattan on the inner road of the bridge. The battalion commander, Lieutenant Colonel Lucius, was always impatient. He jumped out of his seat before the Hummer stopped.

When I was jumping, I stepped on the ice and twisted my foot.

He cursed and limped over to a group of people who were going to the warehouse to check the goods.

"How's it going?" he asked grimly, without looking at Willis's face.

"Medical Officer Vitali is in bad shape. He's scared to death and is shouting that he wants to be transferred away." Willis replied, glancing at the medic who was following him.

Lucius looked at the medical tent in front, then glanced at the on-site professional medical badge on William Bethelon's chest, and said:

"Vitali will be where he is and perform his duties as medical officer. William, can I hand over the duties to you?"

"I'm going to medical school next year," William replied.

"I hereby announce that William Bethron has been promoted to second lieutenant, in charge of the medical and health care of Company B. Congratulations, second lieutenant. I will have someone send you the corresponding documents and clothes, and I promise you that you can go to the medical school you want to study in next year. If you are still alive, you can come to me at any time to fulfill my promise."

Before the medic could react, Lucius maintained his gloomy look and stern tone. This was his duty. The current environment required him to maintain his prestige with such a critical and harsh attitude, and at the same time prove that he was still in control of the situation. Then he said to Raphael:

"So, you are the navy man who came to visit?"

"Yes."

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Chapter 4 Public Health Safety Incidents

"What are you waiting for here?" he asked stiffly.

"Wait for the next gate to open. This is the order issued by you and your brigade."

Raphael answered calmly, slowly and slowly, prolonging the endings of each word:

"I'm going to follow the supply convoy into Manhattan."

The lieutenant colonel was silent for a moment.

"Will it open early?" Willis asked.

The situation on the Manhattan side of the bridge cannot be underestimated. Every day there are many protesters holding plaques.

The crowd will only disperse when the supply delivery convoy arrives, because the people who are unfortunately stranded in Manhattan and even Long Island are also "normal" people who need to eat.

"No, if she goes in now, she will be targeted by those hungry people. It's not safe."

Lucius stood on the bridge, looking at Manhattan and then Brooklyn, with a gloomy face. After rejecting Willis's proposal, he said nothing.

The battalion commander always makes an estimate of everything before he starts to implement it. Perhaps it is because of this that he is always extremely busy.