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

However, at this moment, sleepiness disappeared completely and refused to come back.

Taylor had no choice but to sit down, smoke a cigarette, and for the first time look carefully around his shelter, the space where he had been for two days.

As the night deepened, the world returned to silence.

There are no insects chirping or birds singing here, only the strange noises made by the "night walkers" who are accidentally awakened and looking for prey.

"What a damned rotten place," he said to himself.

The next day, Taylor woke up from his seat. The first thing he did was walk to the stern of the assault boat and look up at the sky.

The weather was bad. The sun was dim and the sky was covered with a thick layer of rain clouds. Fine raindrops kept falling from the clouds.

Chapter 172 The appropriate degree

Taylor stared at the heaving water.

“This is for today.”

Taylor turned around in shock at the sudden slap on his shoulder, only to see a girl in a dark short-sleeved shirt looking at him.

It's hard to tell who is who from their appearance.

"Thanks……"

He paused and said hesitantly: "Today's arrangement... well, I still can't go ashore?"

"Yes, Bergen is dangerous. We will not take any risks until we have cleared the safe zone."

"You're not kidding?"

Raphael nodded in confirmation and repeated, "We won't take any chances."

Tyler Leonard’s dual identity is important to the United States, as both a vestigeologist and a professor of nuclear physics. In Raphael’s view, this person is the ticket back to the safe zone.

Lingyin suspected that he was a member of the Beacon faction of the Relics Bureau.

Raphael agreed with this, but then again, Taylor's position in the Relics Bureau had nothing to do with them. She had been observing this person since the team reunited yesterday morning.

When Taylor saw Fei Niao and the others moving freely in the high-concentration collapse radiation environment, the flickering look in their eyes was all seen by Raphael.

Maybe he has already "confirmed" that they are from the terminated "GAVIRUL Reappearance Project".

Of course, if Taylor's information channels could penetrate the most core secrets of the US military, he would consider self-discipline.

However, there was only one finished product of the first-generation prototype machine that was a replica of the core of the ruins, and it was now standing in front of him.

The second-generation autonomous humanoids currently in service on a small scale do not perform well in terms of "anthropomorphism". They are simply tools for executing orders. Their body performance and weapons have excellent adaptability, and they can be considered qualified fillers.

However, operating such an autonomous doll is not cheap.

Compared to the wages, training and equipment costs of renewable biological robots, the starting price of various maintenance equipment for autonomous humanoids is tens of millions of dollars, while ordinary soldiers can be satisfied with tens of thousands of dollars.

At the humanoid research base, Raphael and Asuka privately did some calculations, and the most critical issue was the cost-effectiveness.

Some people have already discovered the cost-effectiveness problem. This kind of self-disciplined human investment, which requires the exercise of "conscious initiative", might as well be sent to a factory to screw in screws.

Like the Kaiser Naval Shipyard in Oregon, autonomous dolls are used to do repetitive tasks that take a lot of time.

The best solution is to learn from the Russians and directly design tanks and armored vehicles equipped with AI.

As an emergency measure, the Army dispatched a group of autonomous humanoids to the armored forces for training, allowing them to take on the role of loaders.

When Raphael learned the news, his expression control program almost went out of control.

It's a problem that can be solved by an automatic loader, but now they stuffed an autonomous doll in to act as an automatic loader.

"Then may I ask, to what extent do we need to clean it up?"

Facing Taylor's question, Raphael answered without hesitation:

"How can I tell you? I don't know when it will be appropriate. When we have eliminated all dangers in the port area, you can go ashore. But I don't know when the inspection will be completed..."

Hearing this, the professor showed a helpless expression like a child in front of her. The assault boat was the safest, but it was very tormenting for him when the only place to stay was a narrow aisle.

The woman who stayed on the assault boat had set up unlock codes for all the equipment in the cockpit. He couldn't even use the high-frequency radio secretly.

Theoretically, it is impossible to crack a 12-digit password consisting of letters, numbers and symbols.

He felt inexplicably desperate, as if he was on a pirate ship.

Taylor felt unwell, but he couldn't tell where it came from. His head felt heavy, his shoulders were stiff, and he sometimes felt dizzy.

He didn't tell Raphael or Lingyin, who was responsible for watching over him.

The supplies carried by the boat included the appropriate medical supplies. He knew that Raphael had received medical school training, but he did not believe that she was qualified to provide medical care.

The medical training provided by the military to soldiers is battlefield trauma first aid.

Taylor knew that Raphael was a line officer, not a staff corps officer who had received full medical training.

If she was a military doctor, she wouldn't be here.

In fact, Raphael did not lie. There was no need for her to lie about this matter. The life of the chip needed to be protected, and this was the consensus of the humanoid team.

"No, that's not it," he thought, "I came here voluntarily. No matter what my plans were, or how hard it is now... voluntarily coming here is indisputably great."

Taylor paced the stern of the boat again, feeling the subtle effect of his insignificant weight on the boat's tilt.

"You know," he said, not so much intending to express his feelings to Raphael beside him, but rather answering his own thoughts, "Listen to me, lady. We can't die no matter what, simply no matter what..."

"why?"

"I don't know. I just know I shouldn't die here."

Asuka, who had returned from reconnaissance, only said: "ELID zombies are active and coming towards us."

Raphael immediately picked up his rifle, hurriedly rolled up his wet trouser legs, and jumped lightly onto the shore.

"Suzune, I leave it to you."

She said to Lingyin who came out to deliver the ammunition:

"Old request, take good care of the assault boat and don't miss the communication inspection window."

"Oh, it would be nice if there were dolls from the 'Metis' series."

While checking the supplies, Lu Hui muttered, "He's a little stupid, but he can still handle some fixed-route patrol duties."

Raphael raised his hand and tapped Xiaolu's head:

"If it could be delivered, I believe the Army would not be so stingy."

"Who knows what they were thinking."

Lu Hui shrugged, grabbed two handfuls of bullets, and pressed them into the magazine one by one.

Raphael brushed aside his messy hair blown by the sea breeze, turned around and said to Taylor:

"When this is over, I can show it to you."

What are you looking at? Are you a doctor? Taylor didn't want to talk. He felt there was no need to embarrass the other person.

So he nodded kindly and accepted the kindness.

After watching Raphael and the other two leave, Taylor walked to the door of the assault boat's cab and listened attentively to the sound coming from the radio speaker.

As short, dull gunshots rang out in the distance, all the unhappiness that had just occupied his mind became less important in the face of "ELID zombies coming towards us."

It was drizzling, and before I knew it, mist was all around.

Two gunshots spread out, and the zombie's silicon metal skull shattered into pieces like a smashed watermelon, along with the hardened brain tissue inside.

Chapter 173 Office Politics

"That was really interesting when you just fooled the professor."

Asuka's fingers pulled the trigger quickly, and it was clearly a single shot, but it looked like a full-automatic shot.

She looked at the zombies riddled with bullet holes, and added with a look of full conviction:

"It must be a trick."

Obviously, the current port cleanup progress is much better than the professor's assessment.

Raphael didn't want outsiders to know about this, so it was natural for him to give a vague answer.

"Check to see if there are any more disguised bodies." She took out a portable Geiger counter and recorded the readings around the old warehouse in Bergen.

Collapse radiation has reached a peak, and the nuclear radiation readings produced by the decay of traditional radioactive elements are only slightly higher than the background radiation values.

Perhaps the nuclear bomb exploded with a sufficient chain reaction, so that a large amount of matter with extremely long decay periods was almost consumed.

However, it is difficult to determine from the collapse radiation readings whether it is due to serious collapse fluid contamination or from ELID zombies or other mutant creatures that have not been discovered by them.

"Asuka, find a seat and let's eat."

"Yes, follow me." Fei Niao said, and was the first to walk out of the small street shop where he was temporarily staying. Raphael and Lu Hui followed closely behind, weaving in and out of the alley that was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

Two minutes later, the three of them took shelter from the rain in a three-story building.

In the rain, they could be heard scrambling pots and food. The rain didn't sound loud, but it did effectively obscure the sounds that could wake the zombies from their slumber.

"Apart from the usual communication checks today, does the Icelandic command center have any other instructions?" Raphael was silent for a moment and asked Luhui.

"Yes, it's information about airdrop supplies. They are also planning to drop the spare parts and equipment needed to repair the generator."

Luhui frowned in annoyance, and then a fierce expression appeared on her face.

"Feiniao took apart the two broken things on the ground and took a look at them."

"I know. She told me..."

"No, it's worse inside. The induction coils are all rotten, either from human damage or from genuine disrepair.

Guess what, the maintenance log says that the generator set is working normally and the last start-up was in October 34.

This is nonsense. There is no maintenance at all. The two units are products from the 80s. They are seriously corroded. There is no way they can be operated..."

"The maintenance log is signed, right?"

"Raphael, you know."

Lu Hui gritted his teeth and said:

"We collected as much data as possible from online servers in Scandinavia before the network went offline.

But what's the point of finding the person who falsified the records? He had already died in the secondary disaster after the explosion.

Those two machines are beyond repair. Judging from the water corrosion in the spare parts warehouse in the basement, it is hard to say how much of the wiring buried in the wall is still working.

She returned to the topic of the original conversation:

"Also, the mission control center in Iceland seems to be caught up in office politics, with three-star generals showing off who has more authority..."

"Are you kidding me?"

"I think so too." Lu Hui affirmed.

"Normally, the supply planes would have taken off, carrying the things that are most needed here."

"I have already done my best."

Green Hui put down his rifle and poured out three portions of mushy spaghetti from the pot. The quality of MRE rations was just like that. No matter how bad it tasted, he had to swallow it.

When eating, she habitually turned off her taste sensing system.

Luhui lazily poked the bowl a few times with the plastic fork that came with the meal.

She doesn't want to eat.

Why are the rations made like this? Perhaps it is because the senior officials who decided to purchase MRE rations felt that this is the only food that soldiers who are running on the ground deserve.

"Raphael, have you ever participated in the Security Bureau's surveillance training before?" Fei Niao suddenly asked.

"Those guys are too crazy."

"How to say."

"You know, I have some reputation in the computer field."

"Yes."

"They've made me a little scared to go near my computer and my phone."