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

In less than half an hour, she was able to stand up without anyone's support, find two formal clothes to change into, and tell the story of what happened in a calm and composed manner.

Liu Fei stood on the fourth floor of the apartment, and ISAC constructed an Echo scene in her eyes - the intelligent system analysis computer used the captured residual information to reconstruct the story that had happened here.

The unidentified troublemaker first created irreparable trouble for the agents, and the consequences of those innocent victims must be blamed on her.

The intruder said, "Can you please stand up? We are getting out of here."

April Kelleher struggled a little, then was taken away by the intruder.

Before Liu Fei arrived at the scene, he saw the two people leaving through the telescope.

The person being carried was definitely April Kelleher, and the other person was definitely the anonymous person marked as a Class A threat in the file.

But why?

Does April Kelleher have a dark secret?

There should be, Liu Fei stubbornly believes that people who can live in such a harsh environment in New York and still take good care of themselves must have something extraordinary.

Chapter 49 Fear

The winter night was cold. After the excitement of the day and the dusty march, Aibo's mind could no longer remain clear, and she couldn't help wanting to drink water.

She said to Raphael, who was walking with a firm step, "Is there any water?"

The black substance fell accurately into her arms, and Aibo drank the cool water greedily without thinking.

However, the burning sensation rising from her stomach immediately reminded her that this was not water at all, but some kind of strong liquor.

This guy……

When the heat faded halfway, she couldn't help but take a second sip. When she raised the kettle to her lips, she suddenly felt that strong liquor was actually quite interesting at this time.

From her childhood, school days, and the incident in New York to the present day, strong alcohol has always been something she would never consider - alcohol would paralyze her brain and put her creative work in trouble.

But now she was walking on the street in a completely ungraceful manner, holding a strong liquor of unknown origin in her hand.

This seemed unbelievable and strange to her.

Aibo followed the footprints with a feeling of understanding and caught up with Raphael who was leading the way.

Raphael glanced at her sideways, and as if answering her secret thoughts, he said thoughtfully:

"Yeah, vodka, is it good?"

Raphael gestured with his eyes to the end of the road and added: "Alcohol is not all bad. It can warm you up."

"Why?" asked April.

"What can I say? Mrs. Kelleher asked me to find you."

Raphael said as he pulled out a group photo from the zippered bag inside his tactical vest and handed it to Aibo.

"I'm sorry, when I saw her, Mrs. Kelleher... you know how terrible the artificially modified smallpox virus is. When I saw her, Mrs.'s life was like a candle in the wind."

Aibo held the family photo with great care, then raised her head, stared at the thinly dressed girl and said:

"You'll catch a cold."

Raphael remained unmoved and let the wind blow her open clothes. She felt very happy about the coolness brought by the wind.

To relieve the heat, she unbuttoned her tight top and pulled open her chest, letting the wind blow her underwear like a sail.

"Hey!"

Aibo grabbed Raphael's hand and pressed the torn collar back.

"Hmm? This is cool. I won't get sick."

Raphael smiled. She thought the old lady's daughter was making a big deal out of nothing.

She didn't answer anything.

"You don't know how you catch a cold," April repeated stubbornly. "It gets even colder here at night. I've been running around town all day and I've lost my voice and strength."

Sure enough, in her slender voice, one could hear a hint of hoarseness from a cold.

"Why are you running around in the city?" Raphael slowed down so that Aibo could follow him. "Where did you go? Who did you come into contact with?"

"I haven't been able to go very far, but I have a special guidebook - a gift from my husband. I went to Wall Street when food was plentiful... but it's not the same now, and he's gone."

Aibo's tone when she said this was so calm, as if she wasn't talking about herself, which took Raphael by surprise and she asked that empty, insignificant and meaningless question that she usually didn't like to ask.

"It's been like this since the outbreak. Aren't you scared?"

"I'm scared," Aibo admitted. "It was okay during the event in Midtown last month. Many people took the initiative to maintain law and order, but it's not the case these days. But I have no choice. I have to go in..."

She quickened her pace and walked up to him, touching Raphael's shoulder trustfully, and whispered nervously:

"Do you know what's scary? No, you don't. I can see that you've gotten used to this kind of life... What's scary is that I'll be beaten to death suddenly, and then I'll have nothing. I've always wanted to know why I killed my husband, why.

You don't know, I was by his side when he died. He was always so fierce, scolding everyone, and he was also very pessimistic. He always looked like he had seen everything, and he always said that the financial system was a liar, the biggest liar ever.

You know, the more pain the injured person was in and the more he groaned, the louder he cursed.

But when he was dying and I held him in my arms - he was injured in the abdomen - although he was in great pain, he lay very quietly and did not curse or say a word, as if to say: It's over.

He may have never been so calm in his life. I know that he is actually a very kind person.

He cursed because he couldn't bear to see people being cheated out of their money by investment managers using sweet talk, but that was his job, working in the securities business at an investment bank.

This made him very painful. He never opened his mouth or said anything. He just lay in my arms. Nothing... But when I cried, he suddenly smiled. Do you know why? "

"I don't know," Raphael said. "Maybe he was just happy to see you alive and well. Maybe not, I don't know."

She was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who killed your husband?"

"I don't know. They were dressed in those black combat uniforms that the police use. They rushed into the office building and killed everyone."

Aibo hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"He's dead, New York is gone, the publishing house, the university are gone. I have nothing. Do you know how old I am?"

She chattered along the way, talking about her thoughts on surviving the blockade of New York.

"If, I mean if,"

Raphael occasionally replied:

"You've already achieved success in your career, have been to all the places you want to go, and are married. Don't you find it so scary?"

"No," April said confidently, "I know it's not as scary to you as it is to me. We are from different worlds, but you are too young."

"How old?"

"Um, 23-27, huh?"

"Yes," Raphael smiled.

In fact, according to the time when her body was offline, her body age is actually less than 3 years old. But if she said that, Miss Aibo would definitely think that this was an excuse.

Sometimes a lie can be more effective than telling the whole truth.

And she would not understand why Aibo was so afraid, but still had the strength to face the danger. Because of "love"? Aibo said that her husband was killed by armed men.

"You see," April continued, "so it shouldn't be scary for you. But it is scary for me."

These words were said with such melancholy and with such an inexplicable tone of self-sacrifice that Raphael could not help wanting to stroke her head as soon as possible, like a child, and say some unrealistic words of praise, saying that everything would be fine and her misfortunes had stopped.

But the burning city prevented her from saying such empty words. There was only one way to help Aibo, which was to use the National Guard to send people out.

Raphael did only one thing to replace these empty words: she stood on tiptoe and gently stroked Aibo's head, then quickly took her hand away, not wanting to let her fall into endless fear.

Aibo was stunned, then tilted her head and said, "Are you comforting me?"

Chapter 50 F**K Sig! (Please vote and support)

"If you ask me, you're luckier than the rest of the people who have the misfortune of staying in the city."

"Are you lucky?"

"Well, I'll get you out of here."

"Where?"

"Go somewhere safe."

Aibo stopped and looked seriously at the girl in front of her who also stopped and looked back at her, "Is there any safe place now?"

“Yes, there are many safe places.”

The most unsafe city in the world is the city that never sleeps, and Manhattan is the place with the strictest controls. As long as you can leave Long Island, it means you have one foot into the safe zone.

"Have you rested enough?" Raphael asked.

"Well, let's go."

Aibo's voice became somewhat more energetic.

blah blah blah...

There was a constant sound of footsteps that sounded like jogging behind him. Raphael took a deep breath of cold air and slowed down.

If you want to go to the Williamsburg Bridge from the West City without going through the dark area, the safer way is to take a detour. Given the current situation where ground and underground transportation are completely cut off, it takes a lot of effort to walk there purely on foot.

Water and food are fine. What Raphael has the most is MRE dry food. The calories in one meal can definitely meet Miss Aibo's activities.

Just when the two of them were in an awkward situation with nothing to talk about, a bullet with a whistling sound flew from the fork in the road ahead and hit the bus stop sign in front of Raphael with a clang.

Raphael was used to it and wasn't frightened, but Aibo was startled.

"They're shooting," Rafael said, "You hide here and don't try to stand up, understand?"

Aibo didn't answer.

Raphael thought for a moment, then pulled out the FN 509 compact pistol from its holster and handed it to Aibo, "Will it work?"

"Ah."

At the same time that April Kelleher pulled the holster, she reached out and caught the bullet flying out of the ejection port, then flipped the safety to the on position.

"There's no problem with the automatic safety of this gun," Raphael reminded.

"I don't believe it, and it's scary."

"Is that so?" Raphael held the XM5, stared at Mrs. Kelleher's beloved daughter, and warned her word by word: "Don't point the gun at me, understand? If I see you, you will never leave New York in your life."

"Yes, I know."

"That's good. Also, if anyone other than me comes near you, no matter what he says, just shoot!"

Raphael half-knelt and checked the spare magazines and the status of the XM5 assault rifle. After all, this thing is a product of SIG Sauer, and poor workmanship is always a big problem.

When she first came to Brooklyn, she was equipped with a P320, but out of suspicion of the shitty trigger, Raphael took Captain Willis's military-issue FN 509.

"It's just a spare gun, just take it." He said, and showed her the Glock 19 on his waist.

I have to say that even the National Guard dislikes the P320.

Soon after the P320 was put into service as the XM17 pistol, reliability problems broke out - some pistols were fired due to being dropped. If the data is correct, a police officer in Connecticut's P320 fell from the holster onto the sidewalk and fired, hitting his knee.

The police officer filed a lawsuit against SIG Sauer in the U.S. District Court in early August 17. After inspection, it was found that if the back of the P8's slide or beavertail was hit to a certain extent, the firing pin would be automatically released.

After the P320 is loaded, the firing pin will be in the pre-compression position, but it has a firing pin safety. The firing pin safety will only be lifted after the trigger is pulled to make way for the firing pin.

A strong impact to the rear of the slide will cause the trigger to move, slightly but enough to lift the firing pin safety, which will release if the sear fails.

The pistol that went off was with the muzzle pointing upwards when it fell to the ground.

There are also problems with the various versions of the MCX series assault rifles, especially the third-generation MCX assault rifle. The barrel and handguard of this thing can even be bent by hand.

Therefore, Raphael has never really trusted the two weapons in his hands, the XM5 and XM250.

Not to mention that SIG Sauer engineers also installed a number of sensors in the gun in accordance with DARPA's requirements, which not only provided her with data on the condition of the gun, but also collected data on the use of the weapon in different scenarios.

As we all know, the more complex something is, the more questionable its reliability is.

"F**K Sig!"

Raphael cursed softly, then stood up and walked towards the intersection ahead.

Of course, she wants to use more mature products, such as various modular assault rifles based on AR systems, or Kalashnikov series products.