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

Sergeyev pulled out the magazine, looked at it, and put on a new one. He shook the tactical vest with the plug, and continued to walk east along the road, toward the exit of the city.

He saw Natalie following him and whispered, "There are two injections of morphine in AT-2's medicine box. Why don't you give them?"

"…It's too soft, I can't get it in."

Sergeyev raised his hand and touched his chin, a faint "tsk" sound came out of his mouth. He understood what the military doctor meant.

There were all kinds of corpses lying on both sides of the road, some had turned into bones, some had already dried up, and some were fresh body fragments.

He could imagine the city residents migrating north after the "Northern Lights". Thousands of people were caught in an incredible shock, taking buses and private cars to try to leave in the chaos of not understanding the situation.

There are haggard, prematurely aged women, strong and healthy housewives, and children with rolling eyes...

Sergeyev hated his observation ability more than once. He could obtain residual information from this messy road just by looking at it, and then restore what had happened through his brain processing.

As a senior foreign intelligence service agent, these are necessary qualities.

The team slowed down, and Sergeyev, like the American soldiers around him, climbed onto the garbage dump or the ruins of collapsed buildings on the roadside to look around.

"Is there still an American task force active?" he whispered to himself.

Suddenly, he noticed a sharp look coming from the convoy in front, as sharp as an eagle, as if it could see through everything.

Chapter 195 Impossible Miracle

"what happened?"

Lingyin followed Raphael's gaze and looked at the soldiers of TF 1-41 who were accompanying the tanks, and asked in confusion:

"Is there anything worth noting?"

"Uh...wait."

Raphael observed it carefully for a moment, then pulled a ballpoint pen from his pocket and quickly sketched a rough portrait on his palm.

She turned to Lingyin and said in a serious tone:

"Slav, short dark brown hair, about 6 or 80 years old, about feet tall, weighing about kilograms, with a pair of sharp blue-gray eyes. I think he looks familiar, and seems to be someone we may have come into contact with. Can you think of who it is?"

Although Raphael's drawing was very sloppy, with the help of these descriptions, Lingyin was able to quickly search for a figure in her mind based on the sketches and features.

She frowned her delicate brows and her expression became serious.

“It’s a crude drawing, but based on your description, I think he’s a former field agent of the Russian Foreign Military Intelligence Service.

He once served in the Russian Army SSO, nicknamed 'Alpha', and his real name is Ivan... Ivan Andreevich Sergeyev.

Lingyin's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, giving people a serious and solemn feeling.

“It was he and his team who were observing our actions in Tokyo at the time.

Furthermore, based on the information I extracted from your memory and compared with the confidential files leaked during the Russian Revolution, I found that Sergeyev had direct contact with you in New York.

She looked Raphael straight in the eyes, her voice low and firm.

"Sergeyev is one of the best agents in Russia. His presence here is no accident. Be careful, or else something bad may happen."

"Holy-Shit, old friends are gathered together."

Raphael looked at Lingyin, worry in his eyes.

Flowers, plants and trees of all sizes stood tenaciously on both sides of the road, while the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles in front kept crushing the vehicles abandoned on the road.

A very ordinary scene that day was deeply imprinted in Raphael's mind.

In the evening, the convoy finally broke free from the constraints of the city, but it was as if they had not broken free.

There is a big mountain to the east of Bergen. Although there is a winding mountain road for cars to pass, it is a big challenge for the M2A3 infantry fighting vehicle.

Therefore, the convoy had to turn south, re-enter the city and go south along Highway 585 until it passed through the "Lodar Tunnel" and entered Highway 587, and then reached the small town of Inrianna.

The reason to go to Ingren is simple, because there is no way back at the end of the E39 highway, and the only way to get there is to the ferry port. If you follow the E39 highway, you must go to Biskop and go through the tunnel from there.

According to information provided by Fei Niao, on the third day after the "Northern Lights", the tunnel was completely blocked due to a series of car accidents.

Of course, you can continue north along the road, bypass the mountains through the road in the town of Lomborg, and then take the E39 highway.

With the armored forces of TF 1-41, they could fight their way out, provided they had enough ammunition. From Bergen to Lomborg, there was no chance to go to the wilderness, and it was basically all urban.

As for the airport, which is 11 kilometers away from Bergen city, it is not worth occupying at all.

Every time a plane takes off or lands, it will awaken a large number of ELID zombies. God knows how many people are needed to protect and operate an airport.

Raphael put these thoughts aside and looked up at the cemetery on the hill. There were crosses everywhere, almost touching the edge of the road. Some of the crosses were broken, some were crooked, and some had been corroded by rain and snow.

The small village and the large cemetery were not harmonious with each other. Everything that came into view shocked everyone who passed by.

On the other side, Sergeyev lowered his eyes. He also realized that the owner of those eyes had intersected with him somewhere in the past, no, at several places.

But where?

He kept thinking about it, but he didn't recognize who it was at first glance, which meant that it had been some time since the two of them had come into contact.

In Syria? In Latvia?

He traced back to the past bit by bit, looking for clues hidden in his memory.

An island country in the Far East, Tokyo? That's right, it's here.

For no reason, Sergeyev recalled the stupid things they had done. He regarded the Japanese high school girl as a suspect and repeatedly sent secretly taken photos to the headquarters.

Because of this, he and his group were ridiculed for a long time.

Could it be that high school girl? Sergeyev hesitated. The two were completely different in temperament.

In addition, there is the issue of age. Female high school students at that time were supposed to be in their twenties or twenties.

Moreover, the collateral damage caused by the explosion of the Nobuoyama ruins killed the vast majority of Japanese people, and only a few lucky ones escaped to the Okinawa Islands.

It was a low-probability event, and it took ten years, considering that the members of both the US and Soviet investigation task forces had been carefully selected.

The probability of the two meeting again here is extremely low, and can almost be regarded as an impossible event.

If they really met again, Sergeyev felt that it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a "miracle".

Sergeyev then remembered another incident, the assassination of Professor Shabulov Dmitriyevich at Kyoto University.

Could this be related? he wondered.

"Finally I can rest."

Natalie, the female military doctor beside her, took a deep breath.

Even with a means of transportation, the shaking and bumpy feeling coupled with the stench in the air made her feel nauseous.

"Are you okay?" Sergeyev stopped thinking for a moment and began to care about his companions.

Natalie waved her hands and covered her nose and mouth with a tissue.

It all moved along slowly, dully, and generally peacefully.

She hasn't reached the point where she can't bear it yet. She's just simply having trouble adapting to the new climate.

Outside, there were faint sounds of monsters, their roars were full of anger and heart-wrenching. In the past two days, Natalie had become accustomed to the roars of monsters and the rumbles of various weapons firing.

But now she felt uneasy, after losing the protection of the city, the strange screams from the wild made her even more frightened. She felt that a monster might break through the defense line and appear in front of her at any time.

The infantry fighting vehicle did not open fire, and the Americans sent a small team to deal with it.

After more than ten minutes, the zombies' strange screams disappeared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and found a place to sit down.

No one wants to talk, but no one can remain silent, because everyone has too much accumulated in their hearts.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't predict it." A man said in the darkness. In this dark night, Sergeyev couldn't see his face clearly.

"If you didn't expect it, or foresee it, that would be fine."

There was a pause, and then Sergeyev said:

"It is because they know how harmful it is that they will use it proactively."

Chapter 196 Accident

Late at night, the roar of an engine broke the silence and echoed among the mountains.

At the airdrop site beside the mountain road, more than a hundred people were busy packing up supplies and subconsciously turned their heads to look towards the source of the sound.

The two dazzling headlights, accompanied by the roar of the engine, were like two lightning bolts across the night sky. The outline of the car disappeared in the darkness, and only the two silhouettes of the car could be vaguely distinguished.

Before I could react, two cars came roaring towards me.

Everyone stood there in a daze, staring in amazement at the car rushing towards them at an incredible speed, as if it didn't see the tank blocking the road.

The car did not slow down at all, but instead accelerated further. The roar of the engine was deafening and chilling.

At this time, the patrol soldier calmly raised his gun, stepped forward firmly, and locked the muzzle of the gun firmly on the vehicle in front of him.

He shouted, "Stop the car! Stop the car immediately!"

The corporal's voice was hoarse, revealing an unquestionable decisiveness.

The driver ignored it and only adjusted the front of the car at a slight angle, accurately avoiding the soldiers' obstruction.

The car was like an arrow shot from a bow. It did not slow down at all. Instead, it increased its speed and whizzed away at a very high speed, ignoring the soldiers' warnings.

"Fire, fire now!"

Seeing the car approaching with no sign of stopping, the second lieutenant on duty gave a stern order and pulled the trigger decisively.

"Da da da~~"

The sound of gunfire resounded through the night sky, and dense bullets poured down like a rainstorm, instantly engulfing the car. The driver was caught off guard and fell to the ground in the hail of bullets, with blood staining the windshield red.

The car lost control and veered to one side, rushing towards the soldiers nearby like a mad beast.

The soldier, who had just come back to his senses from the dazzle of the bright light and had just put his finger on the trigger, saw the out-of-control white pickup truck rushing towards him with unstoppable force.

He suddenly felt as if he was going to die, and rushed to the roadside drainage ditch two meters away.

"Bang-"

The overturned car crashed straight into the fence of a roadside cemetery. The front of the car was twisted and deformed under the huge impact and immediately shrank into a pile of scrap metal.

Jeff Felix and Raphael were predicting the task force's next move when the sudden sound of gunfire interrupted their thoughts.

Then, a loud bang exploded, alerting them that something had happened.

The two men looked at each other, picked up their combat rifles in tacit understanding, warned their subordinates who were sitting or resting beside them, and then rushed towards the direction of the battle, ready to deal with any possible threats.

With the help of the faint light provided by the patrolling soldiers, Raphael looked inside the car. Her eyes froze instantly. She subconsciously raised her hand and pointed at the car, wanting to say something.

Inside the car, a woman in her thirties was hugging a little girl tightly. The two of them were lying on the broken seats, and the traces of life were disappearing quickly.

Their bodies twitched from time to time, with countless bullet holes all over their bodies, dark red blood, and dark red liquid constantly oozing out of the bullet holes on their bodies.

Raphael looked past the two tragically dead civilians and looked at the man in the driver's seat in front. His head had disappeared, leaving only a bloody body.

"Where's the other car?" she asked.

The soldier glanced at the two silver bars Raphael wore on his collar, pointed at the wreckage on the side of the road and replied:

"It hit a roadside electric pole and was almost split in half. It was a horrible sight."

Raphael looked in the direction of his hand and was stunned again. Well, an ordinary person who had finally survived, I didn't expect to die here.

"Everyone, go away," Felix said to the crowd that had gathered nearby. "There's nothing to see here."

"Let's go back." Raphael said.

"I thought you wouldn't accept it."

"I've seen a lot. Let's go."

……

"Snapped!"

The sound of gunfire echoed on the silent highway.

The staggering zombie fell to the ground, its limbs twitched a few times, and then there was no movement.