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

The flamethrower, who was the main attacker, was unable to perform due to the performance of his weapon.

This was the reason why they failed to break through.

Castro tried to move forward, but he fell and hit his knee. After a moment, he stood up and grabbed something standing in front of him.

He finally reached the center of the indoor square. He only needed to go a little further for the flames to reach the floor directly opposite.

This information desk, which could have been used as a temporary shelter, suddenly became an obstacle.

It was undoubtedly terrifying to stay here, but it was even more terrifying to walk the ten or so yards through the information desk under the hail of bullets.

People refuse to leave their protection when they are attacked, and Castro was no exception.

He hid behind precious cover and could not bring himself to move forward.

Castro tried to stand up several times, but was forced to lie down again by the continuous gunfire.

Compared to when he first arrived at the information desk, each time he stood up, he lay down closer to the tile floor than before.

It's absolutely abominable, he thought.

The whistling sound was accompanied by a sporadic noise, which was the sound of bullets hitting the ground and shattering the floor tiles.

There was almost no stopping of gunfire, which made Castro extremely certain that the enemy had set up a light machine gun that used a belt-fed ammunition on the upper floor.

Chapter 41 Nuclear Liquor

At this time, Raphael fired another short burst of shots, turning the purification fanatic who was trying to rush over to his right into a sieve.

He immediately turned his attention to the heavily-armored flamethrower who was huddled at the information desk, eager to try.

Regardless of whether the flamethrower's reinforcements are ghosts or demons, by the time they arrive, the idiots who played with fire will surely be dead.

"If you play with fire every day, be careful not to wet your bed at night." After she said that, she threw a small sweet potato with M67 fragments down, put away her XM250 light machine gun, jumped over the guardrail and jumped onto the square.

There was a loud explosion inside the information desk. She had already stood up and started firing with a machine gun.

The shell casings flew out of the ejection window with a loud noise, and the child playing with fire was so frightened that he dared not move at all.

Only when the two hundred rounds of ammunition had been used up and the mall had returned to silence did Castro stand up shakily from behind the marble counter.

But Rafael was already standing in front of him, with the muzzle of the XM5 assault rifle pointed right at his head.

Castro thought with mixed feelings of sadness and joy that he had finally seen the true face of the enemy as he wished...

"It's time for you to get on the road," said Raphael.

His finger pressed the trigger, and Castro looked up, then bent down and knelt on the ground.

There were more than a dozen bodies lying in a mess in the indoor square, and the blood was flowing more and more.

It was not until then that Raphael came to her senses and finally remembered the purpose of entering this large shopping mall.

She wanted to confirm the radiation level in the mall to help locate the collapse liquid bomb.

In the end, nothing was done.

Raphael took out the counter and fiddled with the display for a while. Finding that it was still unconscious with its eyes rolled back, he lowered his head and sighed.

It's still on strike, which is a bit sad.

The pulse frequency caused by radiation has decreased, which directly reduces the frequency of the amplifier and speakers causing trouble.

Raphael looked back in the direction of the office area upstairs, thinking about something.

The bottle of whiskey that caused the Geiger counter to react violently may be the key to solving the mystery.

She didn't rush upstairs, but first disposed of all the weapons and projectiles of the corpses downstairs, and then shot each of them twice in the head to prevent them from resurrecting.

The ELID infection caused by the collapse radiation is not simple. If she hadn't used a full-power 6.8mm bullet, she would have ended up like the Griffin recovery mission team.

After taking some time, Raphael stood in the mall manager's office again and picked up the bottle of high-quality whiskey.

The Geiger counter's speaker suddenly came alive, trying its best to tell its owner that this thing was dangerous.

Why is the radiation reaction in the office area so strong? Raphael looked up at the ceiling, but unfortunately...

Someone had gotten here before her and removed the ceiling panels that were blocking her view.

Maybe there was something hidden inside and someone got there first and took it away; maybe there was nothing inside and it was just opened to confirm the situation.

The bottle of wine did lead to a not-so-strong inference that someone who was contaminated with strong radiation had appeared here and left behind this bottle of whiskey, which became a radiation source.

Raphael scratched his head. Everything was possible. After all, there was no evidence to prove that the inference based on whiskey was correct.

She recorded this place and transferred it to SHD's notebook terminal in the form of photos and explanatory text.

It was still functioning normally, and it looked like the protection was very good. She gave a thumbs up to the procurement plan and the person in charge of the Department of Homeland Security.

At this moment, Raphael was standing on the road leading to Madison Square Garden, and the street sign read "W 31st Street".

Although there were wrecked cars, damaged roadblocks and orange warning signs scattered on the road, there was not a single body among the rubble.

The traffic stretched all the way to the distance; cars, pickup trucks, buses, SUVs, anything that could be driven on the road, completely blocked the highway.

She also saw tractor-trailers and concrete mixers overturned on the side of the road, and even a flatbed truck with only a large billboard sign on it.

There were personal luggage hanging on it, and someone once climbed on board, intending to use the power of the dump truck to leave this busy street.

The roadside was lined with junk, trolley cases, cherry wood furniture, and a piano that had been smashed to pieces, as if it had been thrown directly from a truck.

There were also many vehicles that crashed into street shops, and there were also cars parked safely on the roadside, but their parts had been almost dismantled.

Some looked burned, and some were overturned.

The fire hydrant on the right sprays a large amount of tap water into the air like a fountain. If you are not in such an environment, the gentle sound of water droplets hitting the ground will definitely make people feel very comfortable.

On hot summer days, children will surely play here with laughter.

But it was winter and the city would not have any firefighters to come and repair the fire hydrants here.

Raphael shook his head, avoiding the scattered water droplets, and continued walking towards the building marked by the detection satellite.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the iron door in front of her. The creaking sound of rusty metal startled her.

Raphael quickly looked around and found that those staggering blind men had not been attracted.

The map says it is a garden, but it is actually a multi-functional indoor arena that hosts professional ice hockey, professional basketball, boxing, mixed martial arts, concerts and other sports and entertainment activities from time to time according to schedule.

Other Midtown Manhattan landmarks are nearby, including the Empire State Building just two blocks west, Macy's at Herald Square, and Koreatown not far away.

Raphael lowered his weapon and walked cautiously toward the heavy cherry wood door of the garden, trying not to make any noise.

The piles of discarded objects on the street outside certainly create a very scary and desolate atmosphere, but the "garden" that was once used as a clinic is actually more terrifying.

Regardless of the size of the competition, the number of people that can be accommodated indoors is close to 20,000.

Even though the "Garden" was temporarily requisitioned by the Disaster Emergency Management Agency as an open-air clinic for the greenback virus, according to the management manual they released, the patient capacity here fluctuates between 20% and 30% of the designed capacity, and about patients were admitted here.

Crunch!

The door deep in the "garden" was opened by something.

Raphael raised his gun reflexively, and his pace naturally slowed down. Like a kitten that had chosen its prey, he tiptoed towards the source of the sound, neither hurried nor slow.

This has been her life lately. Whenever she enters a high-radiation area, she goes to investigate whenever she hears any unusual noise.

It's inefficient, but there's nothing we can do about it.

It's not that we haven't thought about seeking help from humans, but the collapse radiation will cause people to suffer from ELID radiation sickness, and there is no symptomatic treatment for this disease so far.

This means that as long as humans are exposed to radiation doses that exceed the limit, their lives will be over.

Chapter 42 Reporter's Diary (Seeking votes and support)

Prior to this, the former "Noble" team, which was renamed "Hundred-Eyed Giant" and active in the white zone of New York, had contacted us and said that they had recovered to their best condition and had received anti-radiation drugs from the airdrop supplies, and could be deployed as support forces in combat activities in the dark zone at any time.

Rafael rejected their request and instead updated the order of the "rebel" team using DARPA's authority, ordering them to go to the Williamsburg Bridge and assist Captain Willis of the National Guard in defending the bridgehead area.

As normal human beings, they are not qualified to be involved in the recycling program.

Instead of wasting the life you have finally saved, you might as well make good use of it and do something more meaningful.

To prevent them from making trouble, Raphael found a deeply buried report in the online server of the Disaster Emergency Agency. The report pointed the clue of the virus outbreak to Gordon Amherst, a virologist living in a cheap apartment in the Terrington district.

She told them that if they really wanted to help, they should try to investigate Gordon Amherst based on the report.

Clang—the sudden sound of metal collision woke Raphael from her thoughts, and she looked in the direction of the sound.

The person who made the noise was right in front. He was tall and thin, with his arms hanging limply. He stood under the messy biochemical isolation shed, wearing a slightly blackened yellow leather coat.

Raphael watched him from a distance, observing what the man did in the garden's indoor sports field.

This should be the activity place for athletes and backstage staff, but now it is filled with scattered medical waste.

If anyone accidentally falls, he or she will be bitten by the needle tip glowing under the ultraviolet lamp, or cut by a scalpel.

In short, whoever is exposed will be doomed. Who knows what those abandoned medical supplies have done.

Raphael groped forward, and the tiny sound of hard objects rubbing against the soles of his shoes became extremely harsh in the empty and quiet space.

The man suddenly turned around, and his lead-white hair and green face appeared in Raphael's sight.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, but no sound came out of his throat.

Raphael knew that this person was a severely infected person of ELID. The little personality and rationality he had left were deeply mired in hallucinations, and his thinking and judgment abilities had declined to the point of being almost non-existent.

She turned on the tactical flashlight, and the dim white light fell in front of him, and the ID card pinned on his chest sparkled under the light.

No matter what standards are used, this ELID infected person was a handsome guy when he was "alive?"

He has a solid chest, strong arms, and his facial features in the photo also have a refreshing temperament.

A supermodel, maybe, but with an athlete's body.

But the silver metal that broke through the skin distorted the facial features, which only made people feel disgusted.

"……lie……"

He walked towards Raphael while facing the light and speaking in a low voice.

"Who lied?" Raphael asked.

"……lie……"

He stared at Raphael with his eyes wide open, his eyes wide open and fierce. He raised his arms and emitted a high-pitched, piercing wail from deep in his throat, growling like a wild wolf.

Two muffled sounds passed through the room, and everything was over.

Raphael moved very smoothly, adjusting the crosshairs and shooting him right between the eyes.

Two armor-piercing shells shattered the heavily reinforced skull, and the bullets carried countless broken bone fragments that crushed the fragile brain.

Raphael approached the body of the ELID infected person and hit him twice more. He tilted his head and thought: "A lie?"

Who lied?

This is what happens to people who are severely infected with ELID. Although they no longer have wisdom and their bodies decay, their habits and obsessions accumulated over time will be expressed.

If the Garden Asylum Clinic really committed a crime, there would definitely be some traces or evidence left behind.

If you want to understand the daily life of a public building, your best bet is to go to the security monitoring room, where the equipment will record everything in detail.

Perhaps he would soon know the past of the clinic. Raphael took a deep breath.

Prying open the deformed and twisted door, Raphael shrugged helplessly when he saw the equipment. It was all hopeless.

Her eyes wandered to the dusty journals on the wall and the pens without caps.

"They are all liars, and everyone turned a blind eye! God, please save us. They lied shamelessly, and I saw that thing with my own eyes!

Dr. Lewis and the Emergency Management Agency held a press conference at the clinic this morning, firmly declaring that the public should not panic and that there is no connection between the various incidents.

The greenback virus can only cause death and cannot resurrect people, etc., and he even dared to swear to God that he was not lying.

He also said that the "fantastic" cannibalism disease circulating among the citizens was completely fictitious because it was the hallucinogenic effect of taking large amounts of drugs.

Officials from the Emergency Management Agency also supported Dr. Lewis's statement, saying they would set aside a special space to accommodate addicts to protect other medical staff.

As I was returning from a press conference to my office on North 32nd Street, I noticed that the limited traffic had come to a halt due to a riot.