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

Raphael did nothing else for the past two days. He walked back and forth on the streets of the blockaded area every day, confirming the readings of the Geiger counter, and then recording and organizing them.

This method is very slow, but as more information becomes available, she has basically figured out the radiation level in the area.

The actual level is not high, but staying there for a long time will still cause serious harm to the human body.

If the accumulated dose is large enough, people can easily suffer from ELID radiation sickness.

Chapter 39: Leave in an orderly manner (seeking votes and support)

The mall was dark.

The power should have been cut off, but sparks were emitted from the broken cables from time to time, and it looked like someone had turned the switch back on.

But it didn't matter, because she was not human. Under the low-light vision, the little light coming from the window was enough for her to find the way forward.

Turn right according to the landmark, and you will find the office area of ​​the mall. Generally speaking, you won't find anything interesting there, because the turnover rate is high, so no one will put anything that will easily attract attention.

As for the managers’ offices, employees were coming in and out, and no one had time to settle down without telling everyone.

However, Raphael felt that there was no point in making such an inference. What if there really was some good idea?

Standing at the door of the general manager's office, she looked at everything with indifference. It seemed that everyone who stayed in the city had come and searched the place from top to bottom.

If the person here is looking for documents, then it probably looks like someone who didn't find what they needed and is angry and angry about every little thing they can get their hands on to make up for their loss.

Open safes, drawers scattered on the floor, and security doors hanging on their hinges all indicated that these offices had not been hastily abandoned but had been emptied out as if on fire.

Well, these are highly consistent with Raphael's speculation.

Despite the haste, all assets were evacuated in an orderly manner.

She quickly searched the office, but apart from a few packs of cigarettes and paper rolls everywhere, Raphael only found a bottle of XO whiskey that had not been opened yet.

However, it seemed that the thing was no longer edible, and when she took the bottle in her hand, the Geiger counter's cry became more shrill.

That's all there is to it.

The other managers' offices were not much different from the first one, perhaps slightly less messy.

She also found a few boxes of chocolates, some unopened bottles of brandy, and two cans of craft beer. Apart from these, there was only a pile of useless junk. On a coat rack, Raphael found a shoulder bag with a notebook in it.

It looks new, but nothing happens when I press the power button. It's broken.

It's not that we look down on civilian equipment. In this harsh radiation environment, many military-grade equipment would fail if placed here.

Leaving the office area without incident, all the businesses we passed looked as if they had been hastily abandoned, meaning that people here had been evacuated, probably in a reasonably organized manner.

So where did the New York police go at that time? This is an interesting question.

Therefore, the store was looted, which obviously happened when there was no police presence. Every time Raphael lifted the heavy objects on the ground, it would stir up a cloud of dust, which showed that it had been abandoned for too long.

Even the footprints left by the scavengers were covered with fresh dust.

In other words, the New York City government was more concerned about maintaining stability and order at the time. That is to say, before the chaos and blockade began, the mall's management team was already implementing evacuation procedures.

Given the size of the mall, even under the best of circumstances, it would take at least several days to clean up the mess.

Under such circumstances, the mall's operating company chose the only way to survive.

Those shops that chose to install iron bars and explosion-proof wooden boards fared badly, as most of them were turned upside down and looted.

The mall was empty, with only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the holes.

But something was wrong, many of the fortified shops were looted, but one appeared intact when its doors were left wide open.

At least, from what she could see, it hadn't been touched. It didn't look abandoned, either—which was obviously problematic.

Raphael noted the location of the store and began to plan her route there. She was so curious that she wanted to see why the store was so well preserved.

Suddenly, muffled footsteps were heard from afar.

There are other people in this building, Raphael thought, aren't they afraid of radiation? It's a bit unbelievable.

Raphael paused, then felt the floor vibrate.

——The sound came from below, from another floor entirely!

Oh? I'm not the only one who visits here, she realized. She still wanted to find out the secret of that store. Maybe someone once released the collapse fluid here.

Curiosity, or the desire to find something new, still exists.

Raphael blinked and blinked again, before her patience ran out, she decided.

In such a severe radiation environment, the only things that can move are enemies wearing protective equipment and ELID infected people who have survived the mutation but not completely absorbed it.

——Anyone who dares to block the way or obstruct will be killed!

Raphael pulled out the magazine of the assault rifle and took a look - the 6.8mm bullet would be her most reliable companion. She raised the gun, moved slowly, and groped forward along the corridor.

Her heart began to beat wildly, and Raphael knew she had to stay calm. Then she felt strange, the simulation of emotions seemed to be out of control. She realized that there was a high probability that a gunfight would break out.

A strange feeling, but not sure why.

She walked cautiously along the corridor.

……

The tall man who was patrolling downstairs did not miss the tiny sounds. He also stopped, raised his head and stared at the ceiling.

The sound is very special. Only those who have worn a tactical vest will understand it. Various metal objects keep shaking with the movement of the human body, and finally make a subtle but crisp metal collision sound.

Yuri Castro raised his left hand and clenched it into a fist.

The purifiers behind, who were also wearing gas masks and holding weapons, stopped at the same time.

It was hard for people to be seen, especially when they didn't want to be seen. Yuri listened carefully, and he found that he was trusting his ears more and more, rather than his eyes.

On the other hand, hearing is not absolutely reliable.

There is no silent ambush, and conversely, there is no silent action either.

Apart from the rat-like scavengers who scurry about - only they make a lot of unnecessary noises, scratching and burping - even experienced people make other noises.

……

The sound downstairs disappeared. Raphael knew that her movements had been detected, so she immediately chose to enter a state of silence. She noted the location of her previous footsteps and turned to run in the opposite direction.

When the people downstairs heard the noise, they immediately dispersed. The empty mall was filled with the sound of clattering footsteps and heavy breathing.

At the same time, Raphael chose a good position on the second floor, with the muzzle of his gun aimed at the gathering point of people on the first floor.

If they planned to come up, apart from this half of the escalator, the only other thing left was the upward passage which was occupied by debris and difficult to walk on.

Chapter 40 Purification

The mobile target shooting time has begun.

Raphael is an excellent shooter and machine gunner. When she appears in the right place at the right time, she can exert terrifying suppression and lethality.

Boom, boom, boom...

Those steps are heavy enough, Raphael thought. She took the opportunity before opening fire to inspect the store, which was completely shrouded in darkness.

……

Yuri Castro walked in front and began to slowly move forward in the messy corridor.

Further ahead is a small indoor square, which is a very beautiful and tricky sniping position.

He looked around and chose the middle-aged worker with whom he had talked before entering the mall.

Castro thought that this older man with sideburns and a calm demeanor must have been a bold hunter in the past and must be very agile in the complex environment of the business world.

"Konyukov," he called.

"Konyukov is here!" The person whose name was called suddenly appeared and shouted in his ear.

"Pick a smart one," Castro said to the Russian, "and go up through the employee passage at the back..."

The two chatted for a while, then decisively formed an attack team, planning to attack the mysterious intruder from two directions.

A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps was heard overhead, and Castro immediately led his men to continue moving forward.

Although his men had an absolute advantage in numbers, there was an irreparable height difference and distance between him and the intruder.

The indoor plaza looked small, but the only shelter was the dark information desk in the front center.

Before launching the attack, Yuri Castro wanted to say something, but his lips moved slightly and no sound came out.

What can be said to them? Tell them to charge? This is a fact they know and must face.

Tell them not to be afraid of death? They are afraid of death just like him.

Is it important to tell them about the unclean people who are going to be burned?

But if this is not so important, would people just walk towards uncertainty and death in the darkness at this moment?

Of course, this is very much needed.

So he didn't say a word of these words, but just quickly and silently hugged his companions around him, and then pushed them to the back of his side.

But his actions did not satisfy Carl Vincent, so Vincent bypassed Castro, who was wearing heavy armor and fuel tanks and holding a flamethrower.

Now is not the time for anyone to take care of anyone else, but a critical moment for everyone to work together to break through the enemy's blockade.

Vincent thought of those annoying agents. Every time he encountered those bugs, it took a long time to fight them.

It was so troublesome. He thought these people knew nothing and only acted according to their own firm beliefs in justice.

Burning the Unclean is necessary, especially in the Dark Zone.

Those mutants who were so rotten and disfigured could not be killed with guns, and could only be set on fire with napalm and flames.

Only when they are burned to ashes will the mutants stop.

A minute later, the two teams set off in unison. Castro walked silently for another thirty or forty steps in the corridor, holding his breath in excitement, as if he was afraid that the enemy would hear him.

Before he actually walked out of the corridor, he pulled the trigger, sending a fire dragon flying towards the second floor.

When the fire suddenly lit up, Castro's left and right arms immediately rushed out of the corridor and ran to both sides.

The two-man team upstairs also opened fire, and there was a lot of crackling.

Castro then took control of the jet and rushed forward.

The weapons upstairs were making a lot of noises, and the battle immediately became intense after the two sides engaged in combat.

Castro noticed a sudden whistling of air above his head, which suddenly made a strange thought flash through his mind. He wondered if the bullets would collide a few times in the air.

From now on, the length of life will be measured in seconds...

As he continued to spray flames, he glanced sideways at his fellow Purifiers who were deployed sideways, but he only saw a scene that made his eyes burst with anger.

When Karen Maslow was about to throw an improvised incendiary bomb, her body suddenly twitched and she fell to her knees.

The incendiary grenade that failed to be thrown suddenly hit the ground, and a ball of flames instantly engulfed him.

Bangdang...

He was extremely sensitive to the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, and was about to say something to his fellow purifier workers in the distance when a violent explosion occurred in the center of the indoor square.

The flying shrapnel shattered the few intact glass windows of the central information desk, causing a series of loud noises.

Immediately afterwards, a wailing sound of “Ewwawawa——” came from the right side.

There were alternating sounds of gunfire and grenade explosions, one of which was very close.

Castro knew he had to move forward, at least to the center of the indoor square, otherwise his flames would be a joke in front of the enemy.

There is no way around it. The flamethrower is entirely handmade by the people, and its current level is enough to bring supreme honor to the engineers who made it.

In addition, the fuel injection pressure is limited, and the maximum range will not exceed 15 yards (13 meters), while a military flamethrower can easily exceed 55 yards (50 meters).

If he had this range, Castro could guarantee that he could burn to death the coward who hid in the upstairs and shot secretly.

However, they did not have such technology, so the situation inevitably fell into a dilemma.

Because of the horizontal operation, they were unable to organize sufficient firepower to suppress the attack.