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

Perhaps he was warning the black man who was taking the photo to stop. The muzzle of his gun seemed to be pointed at the black man instead of the girl, and the muzzle did not seem to be raised, and then -

The silenced rifle made a "puff" sound, freezing time as if taking a photo.

Who fired the shot?!

"Who fired the gun!" A scream came from the radio channel. "Who the hell fired the gun!"

Danny loosened his hand. He didn't pull the trigger. The bullet was still in the chamber.

The trigger did not move, and the firing pin was as still as a mountain. The M40A2 sniper rifle is an old comrade, having been with the US military in battles since 1966.

It's not a useless pistol like the P320, which can even go off accidentally when placed in your trouser pocket.

"Fire, Fire, Fire!!!" Bill's heart-wrenching scream made him take off his headphones, and the observer next to him did the same thing.

The two brothers looked at each other in silence, everything was in their hearts.

Danny made a slight adjustment and pulled the trigger. It seemed as if his finger acted on its own, but in fact it was daily training that controlled his finger's movements.

The rifle was hurled backward by the recoil of the high-pressure gases, and the shooter was already working to pull the bolt and reload the ammunition.

The strong wind picked up the howling at this unfortunate moment when Danny was about to take the follow-up shot, and blew his aim slightly to the right.

Chapter 47 Entrusted by Others

The bullet did not penetrate Russell's head, but instead deflected to the side of his face and hit his cheek in front of his ear.

The bullet exploded into pieces the moment it hit the skull. The target's face was torn off the skull.

The nose, eyes, and forehead were all exploded into a bloody mist, leaving nothing behind.

There was only a mouth left on the face. Russell's head seemed like a shower head. Blood suddenly spurted out from the wound, and the open mouth was still screaming.

He was already dying, but not dead yet. He fired the Glock 17 in his hand and shot the photographer immediately before falling forward onto the female reporter.

The photographer also fell down, and the female reporter was still standing there stiffly. She didn't even have time to care about the blood and flesh splattered on her clothes and face.

The moment Russell fell, he subconsciously grabbed his face, which no longer existed, with both hands.

Danny's radio headset was still shouting, "Quick, quick, quick!"

But he noticed little of it as he loaded the second bullet into the chamber of his gun and made out a face in one of the windows of the building.

He recognized the face, not the enemy marked on the scene, but the special character file created by the first wave of agents.

Time then restarted. Members of the hostage rescue team, temporarily formed by the agents, rushed forward, wearing black bulletproof vests.

Two of them helped the journalist away, while the other two walked towards the photographer who was still lying on the ground holding the Sony camera.

Another man threw a flashbang into the broken window, but Dennis focused on the fleeting shadow.

That shot just now was definitely her masterpiece!

But why?

Yes, Raphael's main activities are in the Dark Zone (Midtown), Kips Bay, Murray Hill and Medical City, because she can rush to the Williamsburg Bridge to get supplies at any time.

The observation posts set up earlier by the National Guard have been withdrawn, and the text messages and log records left for her by Joey Denny indicate that the irregular spread of the dark zone and the rising collapse radiation have exceeded the tolerance of ordinary people.

Even so, a large amount of supplies are still dropped into the radiation-contaminated area every day. His Alpha team was ordered to enter the dark area to investigate the airdropped supplies and found that there was an additional category of cargo: the antiviral drug ARA-11029 (B).

This is not an antiviral drug, it is a drug to fight ELID infection. It is issued to the military in the form of "A", a large-dose injection solution.

After learning about the status of the airdropped supplies, Joey Danny chose to recall the team. With the radiation level rising sharply, there was no point in taking the risk of staying in the base.

He not only considered himself, but also the other members of the platoon, some of whom were fathers of several children and some of whom were newly married.

So, Joey Danny chose to retreat, leaving only some supplies in the underground hideout that he thought Raphael might need: food and clean water, as well as two syringes and medicines that could keep a person healthy for three days without being corroded by radiation.

If Raphael didn't come back and was taken away by a scavenger who accidentally broke in, that would be fine.

Without instructions, the use of the drugs would probably not be discovered, and uncontaminated food and water would be more helpful to them.

Danny also left a message for Raphael, saying that he found the whereabouts of April Kelleher in the system.

The working roadside surveillance camera captured her desperately running away, and a group of Lex Gang thugs who had taken a fancy to her were chasing her with firearms and sticks.

Telephone Recording 1

A: Did you find anything interesting?

B: Yeah, we found a piece of junk we could play with. She was hiding around like a scared kitten for a while, but we were all here, so we caught her pretty easily. We were on West 41st Street."

Telephone Recording 2

A: Hahahaha! Not sure who those sons of bitches are, but they do have some awesome weapons.

B: Don't get too cocky. Russell prepared a feast, and there's a popular beauty writer waiting for us to enjoy it."

Raphael had never forgotten Mrs. Kelleher's commission. Compared to the motionless collapse liquid bomb hidden in the dark area, it was obviously more important to have April Kelleher.

To be entrusted by others is to be loyal to others.

Raphael tracked them all the way, and in order to get information about Aibo, she even took the trouble to hack into the ISAC network and monitor the actions of the second wave of agents.

Of course, this is also to obtain the information held by the second wave of agents. Perhaps they found clues to the weapons during the activity without knowing it.

In that case, a lot of unnecessary effort can be saved.

She heard the siege on the Post Office Forward Base, the poor performance of the JTF joint operations force, and the swift and fierce counterattack and mopping-up operations when the second wave of agents arrived.

It wasn't until an agent used the ISAC pulse to scan the apartment building and report the kidnapping situation and hostage identification to the temporary commander Liu Fei that she knew the commission might be solved.

She held onto the windowsill with one hand and threw the triple flash grenade into the corridor across the room. As it exploded, she used her left arm to prop up her body and then jumped in.

Following what she had learned in training camp and the Panama War, Raphael lit up the visible laser when she needed to advance and fired pointed bursts at the enemy at the fastest speed.

Someone was shouting right in front of her, and the moans could be heard through the walls of the apartment...

Raphael groped his way through each room, pushed open all the closed doors, and finally walked into the corridor.

The corridor was littered with human excrement and household garbage. There were no windows, and tungsten filament light bulbs were burning on both ends.

Several people immediately jumped out from a door far away at the other end of the corridor.

Raphael felt rather than understood that this was a bandit from the Lex Gang. She bent down and fired a burst of bullets along the corridor.

Two of the runners fell, one stumbled and waved his hands, ran in front of Raphael and fell at her feet, and the last person walked slowly holding the wall, but was tripped by his companion who was rolling and wailing in a pile of feces, urine and garbage.

During the few minutes of the invasion, everything was difficult to distinguish, but the concept of "disgusting" gradually took shape in Raphael's mind.

Downstairs in the apartment building, the special agent hostage rescue team, who had come to their senses, exchanged passionate shots with the bandits of the Lex Gang. The sounds of gunfire and explosions of offensive grenades continued.

The agents under Liu Fei's command and the bandits exchanged fire in a narrow indoor space full of corners. After a while of fighting, they continued shooting and throwing grenades.

There is no doubt that their rescue plan was completely disrupted by Raphael's intrusion.

When Raphael found April Kelleher, she was tied to a chair, with several gangsters standing beside her, their pants taken off and their minds full of lust.

They didn't care about the fight downstairs in the apartment building. They planned to take advantage of the chaos to deal with this woman who had taken a lot of effort and energy to get.

Chapter 48: April Kelleher: (′??Д??`)

When Raphael appeared at the door, a few crazy people were waving knives in front of Aibo.

When they noticed Raphael, who exuded a murderous aura, they suddenly burst into another cheer. A beauty had been delivered to their doorstep.

"Woo-woo-woo-" Ms. Aibo's eyes opened wide and her mouth, which was stuffed with cloth strips, uttered many meaningless moans, as if she was reminding someone of something.

Raphael slipped into the apartment and started killing with unprecedented efficiency.

After confirming that all the enemies were dead, she walked slowly to the hostage lady and asked, "Are you April Kelleher?"

“Wuwuwu——!!!”

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

In Miss Aibo's horrified eyes, Raphael took out a pistol and pointed it at her. Just as she was praying to God, hoping to enter heaven, a series of loud gunshots rang in her ears.

The hands and feet tied with ropes seem to be able to move...?

Ai Bo did not feel the severe pain as expected. Instead, she felt numbness in her hands and feet, as if countless needles were piercing her skin. She felt sore, numb and itchy, and the experience was beyond words.

This feeling is more unbearable than the pain of accidentally kicking your little toe against the corner of the wall.

"Can you stand up? We need to get out of here."

“Woo-woo-(;′??Д??`)!”

Ai Bo didn't mean anything else. She had no strength in her hands and feet. She didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone those delicate movements.

"Ahem, wait, bear with it."

Raphael noticed Ms. Aibo's blind spot again, and he put one hand around her waist and carried her on his shoulder, then jumped directly from the emergency fire escape outside the house onto the roof of another apartment building.

Only a few agents with a global perspective noticed what was happening upstairs, while more people, whether JTF or the second wave of agents, were immersed in the frustration brought about by the failure of the hostage rescue.

"I'm the captain. The house search is complete and the main targets have been killed. The number one target is Matt Russell, and the number two target is William Saul. He was shot twice in the chest and appears to have been dead for some time. The targets' weapons have been cleared. The crime scene is safe. I repeat, the crime scene is safe."

"Casualties?"

"...Except for one female hostage who is missing, all others died in the battle, and two hostages were executed."

Bill put down the radio and ran quickly toward the apartment.

The supervisory officer, who had been huddled in the forward base's security room, had already arrived at the apartment, holding an automatic pistol in his hand, and was standing directly over Matt Russell's prone body.

Russell's head had been covered tightly, and his blood had now flowed onto the cracked, rotten wooden floor.

"... Well done!" Supervisor Bruno said to the agents on the scene. This was the biggest mistake he made in a day of mistakes.

"You idiot, you piece of shit!" Bill pushed him against the blood-stained wall. "If it weren't for you, these people wouldn't have died!"

"I..." Bruno Nicol's eyes also turned red, and he couldn't utter a word after shaking his lips for a long time.

Liu Fei then appeared, expressionless.

The photographer was lying down, but the camera in his hand was still working. The female reporter knelt on the ground, vomiting. Her mood was understandable.

A female agent had wiped her face, but the expensive trench coat looked ruined, with blood stains all over the woolen fabric.

"Are you okay?" Liu Fei asked, "Turn off that crappy thing."

The photographer put down the camera and turned off the flash. He shook his head and sat up, holding a spot just below his ribs.

"Thanks to the soft body armor, man, I should send a thank you letter to the person who designed this body armor. It's really-"

He suddenly stopped talking. Finally, he realized what was happening and screamed in panic, while enduring the severe pain in his ribs and turning on the camera.

"FUCK, shit, God damn it!"

Liu Fei saw the red light of the camera light up again, so she turned her back to the camera and tried her best not to appear in the picture.

As for the commissioner whose scene was so shocking and stimulating, there was no need for her to remind him.

Bill was beating him, beating him hard with his fists.

If this footage could be shown on any news station outside, this guy would be finished.

However, there is a high probability that these scenes will be cut and finally turned into a great propaganda advertisement of the "51" Order combat agents fighting hard in the blockade area.

Although the outcome of this incident is different, the results are all the same and there will be regrets.

Anyway, the news editors will step in and correct things to what they want.

The reporter was tormented by the inevitable hysteria that followed the shock of the incident. She took off her blood-soaked winter coat, completely forgetting that it was winter.

The agent caring for her wrapped her in a thermal folding blanket to help her calm down.

The JTF final team arrived at the scene and carried the bodies out of the building one by one.

Bill called together the captains of the special agent team and asked them to clean their weapons, check the amount of ammunition used and the number of bullets on each body.

He now desperately wishes to have a few experienced forensic doctors who have examined countless corpses.

It was only after the female reporter recovered and asked about the bulletproof vest that she learned that her accompanying photographer had been shot.

Fortunately, the Strategic Homeland Security Agency suggested that they wear soft bulletproof vests to block bullets for them, otherwise things would be serious.

Then she was able to get up again because she was still alive, not shot, and not infected with the virus.

After seeing the bodies covering the road, her fear returned. Although she was young and inexperienced, she was smart and had learned some important lessons.

The next time someone offered her some good advice, she would take it. Those nightmares only served to highlight the importance of the lesson.