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

"But……"

"There's nothing to worry about."

After taking a look at him, Raphael knew that this boy might have problems in this area, so she said:

"We are not crazy and we know where the right degree is."

Chapter 177 Assessment

“It feels like I’ve been stepped on a sore spot.”

Lingyin, who was standing far away, leaned close to Fei Niao's ear and whispered, "Can those simple cable tie handcuffs control the zombies that are exploding?

"Hey, don't underestimate the custom-made goods I found, okay." Asuka made an "OK" gesture.

"Well...did it affect the German connection?"

"Of course. The Stasi was willing to do us a favor and jointly purchased a batch."

Fei Niao showed a knowing look as if a deal had been concluded, and said, "That's how business works."

The riots broke out as expected, and the survivors, whose hands were bound, tried to evade Raphael's physical examination.

The resistance was insignificant and was punished by Raphael in two moves.

At this moment, Knut realized how powerful this little dwarf was. She was a monster that could fight against ELID zombies head-on.

Raphael's attitude instantly turned into indifference towards the suspicious people who did not obey orders.

She recalled what she needed to do with a mechanical expression and speed, and then took off Knut's clothes as if she were peeling bamboo shoots.

There were no more gentle words, only cold and ruthless orders.

The entire inspection process was quick, neat and rigid, just like a set procedure.

"ELID patients, whose symptoms are assessed as end-stage II, have a 40% chance of reversal."

Raphael recorded ruthlessly.

"The treatment plan is to consider administering drugs as appropriate, with the main focus on extracting intelligence."

Until the inspection was over, Taylor Leonard, who was watching the whole process, did not say anything related to "stopping".

Raphael thought that Taylor might think the same way.

Only Knut, after hearing the trial, tried desperately to break free from his restraints.

As Knut tried to break free from the makeshift cable tie handcuffs, he was still thinking that this useless piece of crap couldn't hold him back.

"Don't even think about it. There's steel wire inside the cable tie. Unless your strength is almost the same as that of an ELID infected person, it's meaningless. Save your energy."

Raphael smiled, his tone returning to his usual calm.

Professor Taylor looked at Raphael. Her hair fell naturally on her cheeks, and her fair face revealed a nervousness that did not match her appearance. Only her eyes were extremely clear.

All her words and actions convey a simple truth: if you don't cooperate, you will die.

To be honest, Taylor always felt that these words were meant for him, not for the man who was doomed to die.

"Professor, please take notes."

Raphael continued. A moment later, accompanied by several crisp crunching sounds, Knut's hands and feet were dislocated.

Almost at the same time, severe pain came from his limbs, causing him to lose consciousness for a short time.

She knelt down as usual and continued the second round of physical examination.

Raphael carefully examined the abdomen that he had just palpated in the order of the epigastrium, liver, gallbladder, pancreas, spleen, and kidneys, and reviewed the information he had recorded.

“Name: Knut Monk, 34 years old, longshoreman.

Past medical history: gastric disease. No symptoms.

Current condition: Multiple subcutaneous silicification, poor motor coordination, balance disorder, suspected ataxia. "

"Listen carefully. I know you can understand me. Just answer my questions truthfully. Do you understand?"

"..."

Knut stubbornly did not speak, but just stared at the dwarf standing in front of him.

"It looks like we've hit a tough nut."

Near the spleen, she felt a bean-sized lump on her fingertips, and around the lump, there were many faint small lumps.

"Does it hurt here?"

Knut remained silent.

Raphael pressed down harder and asked again:

"How do you feel? Use a number from 1 to 10 to rate it, 1 means no feeling, 10 means unbearable, give me a number."

“…It doesn’t hurt at all.”

As he said this, Knut's forehead was covered with beads of sweat and his neck was extremely stiff.

But wave after wave of pain finally overwhelmed Knut's physical defenses.

"10! I said, 10."

"Just cooperate, there's no pain."

Taylor blinked and said, "Madam, do you know what you are talking about?" Although he was full of complaints, Taylor still carefully recorded the conversation between the two.

"I used to wake up in the middle of the night with pain right there. This is ELID. There's no hope for me."

Knut felt very upset that he had not made the right and rational decision at the beginning.

"Whether you can be saved depends on the medication." Raphael said, "You are lucky."

Knut looked at her in confusion.

Where's the luck?

After the explosion in January 35, his life was filled with misfortune: his parents died, his wife disappeared, and his two sons were torn to pieces by ELID creatures.

"That's enough. Stop talking."

Knut's eyes were full of anger, and he looked at Raphael with murderous intent. Then, he said in a pleading tone:

"I don't want to die yet... please."

"You understand English, so you should know what I mean by status assessment."

"No, you're dead. The question now is whether your body will get better after taking the resistance drugs or whether it will suddenly take a sharp turn for the worse."

Raphael closed her notepad, the ballpoint pen spinning rapidly on her fingers.

She had encountered this kind of thing in New York. There were fewer people with special adaptations, but that didn't mean they didn't exist.

Tony Gaggia, a member of the SHD Noble Squad, is a natural special adapter.

Severe reactions may occur after taking the drug, which may be life-threatening.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

The good news is that such people can survive in an environment with relatively high ELID radiation readings and show a certain immune resistance;

The bad news is that he will soon experience discomfort symptoms after leaving the ELID wide-area radiation environment.

That's what happened with Tony Gaggia.

After leaving New York, Raphael tried to gather information on Doug Sutton and Tony Gaggia's whereabouts.

Unfortunately, there was no news from them.

Celia Ant and April Kelleher did contact her a few times, sending each other Christmas greetings and holiday postcards.

Years of no news were enough for Raphael to conclude that two SHD agents who decided to stay in New York were killed.

"Maybe you are a naturally adaptable person and have strong resistance to ELID at the genetic level," she said.

Knut was a little confused by this unreasonable explanation.

However, he knew one thing: natural adaptation was an extremely low probability event and he would not be that lucky.

Bergen has a small population, so perhaps such people exist, but it is more likely that such people do not exist at all.

Being alive is the greatest luck, and he dare not ask for too much.

Chapter 178 Good Luck

The news of the capture of the survivors reached Iceland, shocking those qualified to hear the report, just as it had done with the "Northern Lights" in 1935.

This time it was Raphael's turn to be surprised.

Iceland resolved the flight plan as quickly as it could, like walking from a gloomy and quiet street into a brightly lit banquet hall.

Even Washington reacted eagerly to the capture of the survivors.

And here, in this place so quiet that only the sound of the wind can be heard, and still dim under the flickering light of the candlelight, the humanoid team is indifferently busy with exciting things.

There are no surprises, no sadness, only a steady and orderly pace.

The sudden frenzy in the outside world seemed as far away from this dead city as a volcanic eruption on Mars.

Taylor sat in the dining room, eating Santa Fe-style beans and rice for breakfast.

The taste was full of industrial style, but he couldn't miss it. During his deployment to Bergen, his activities were more intense than usual.

In this case, he needs to eat more and drink more water or other fluids to rehydrate his body.

If you don't eat enough to meet your body's energy needs, you will lose weight.

This is a signal that causes fluid loss and reduced physical energy.

Lack of food and nutrition will not only lead to weight loss, but also cause fatigue, reduced endurance, loss of mobility, and decreased neurological thinking ability.

In Bergen, failing health meant possible death.

An adult male needs 2800 to 3600 calories a day, and an MRE ration contains 1200 to 1300 calories.

While Taylor was thinking about the energy and nutrition provided by the rations, he was calculating the installation of the testing equipment to be done today.

In his imagination, coming here should be escorted by well-trained and well-equipped special operations personnel, running around and collecting soil or biological samples for research.

When he needed something, these soldiers would go to great lengths to get it for him.

But in reality, he could only install and debug equipment in different places under the other party's escort.

The subject of biological observation is Knut Monk, and the emphasis is on observation rather than hands-on research.

Even if Taylor wanted to do research, he had no chance at all due to professional limitations and the supervision of Raphael and others.

That's how privates are. No matter how bizarre their background is, they have to obey orders in the military system.

A character like Raphael might only have a small office in his unit, without such furniture or windows.

"Don't you have to go today?" he asked.

"Yes, we have visitors today."

"is it?"

Taylor became interested, but Raphael ignored his thoughts and sat in front of his laptop, typing away on the keyboard.

Tate glanced at her.

His brown hair is very straight, and if he changes into the right outfit, he will look like a serious middle school student, but he is definitely very heroic.

But that was definitely not something she would do.

"You should be able to get away from your life of screwdriving, Professor."

Raphael gave a smile.

Just as the two were talking, a faint roar sounded above their heads.

The transport plane is coming.