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

The fact that they are timeless, reliable and practical, and still have a place in the military and civilian markets, shows how extraordinary they are.

Looking through the scope, it was Lex Gang thugs again. They used the supplies abandoned by the JTF to set up a roadblock at the intersection.

Anyone who wants to pass through must leave money for passage.

These guys are evil devils who can squeeze oil out of even stones.

The Lex Gang also has a special slave labor camp. Once you are caught there, your life is almost over.

Rafael waited for a few seconds under the cover of an abandoned trailer, slowly steadied the gun, turned off the safety, and took his index finger off the trigger guard and gently placed it on the trigger.

From near to far, from easy to difficult, try to kill those bandits as quickly as possible.

If she was alone, it would be fine, but the problem was that she had a burden behind her. In today's New York, women like April who take good care of themselves are always in high demand, and her fate is doomed to be tragic if she is captured.

"Well, let's get started, Raphael!" she said.

Puff, puff, puff, puff - she fired four shots in succession. She didn't care how many people she killed. She stood up decisively and ran towards the small stone pier in front of her on the right.

After reaching the bunker, she half-knelt, pressed her body sideways, and continued to fire at the marked enemy in her forward field of vision.

Aibo gripped the pistol, took a deep breath, and continued to focus her attention on the girl in front of her who was fighting like a tiger.

She found that she obviously did not have the feelings that ordinary people had when they were in danger: she seemed to have no emotions, and every action was the optimal solution that had been refined over and over again to eliminate the enemy in the most efficient way.

In just one minute, the girl appeared outside the checkpoint. Several thugs pounced on her, but the next second some of them were kicked away and then grabbed by the wrist or gun. Like a magic trick, she killed those people with just fists and daggers.

Aibo saw Raphael open the caltrop mesh door of the outpost and waved at her from the door.

April approached her.

"What on earth are you...?"

"Raphael."

With the same answer, Aibo sighed slightly and suppressed her curiosity.

"Can you please keep this pistol for me?" she requested.

"This is a gift from a friend. No." Raphael looked up at Aibo, "I can find you an equally good pistol."

"It's a deal?"

"Well, it's a deal."

Chapter 51: Drastic Change

After leaving the checkpoint blocking the road, Raphael began to think about where to stay tonight.

There were many empty and abandoned apartments to choose from, but you have to consider that April Kelleher is a completely normal person. She is not a patient with greenback smallpox, nor is she naturally immune to the virus.

So it's difficult to help her find a suitable apartment room.

In this way, the two walked side by side on the lonely streets of New York, and during this time, Aibo had no intention of actively talking. She just followed Raphael one step behind to get the position, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Ms. April, you will be able to leave New York safely soon. Is there anything you want to ask?"

"No, not really. If there are any special rules, I am willing to abide by them..."

"It's good to follow the rules, but you don't seem like a very rule-abiding person." Raphael said meaningfully.

"Um……"

Hmm, Aibo seems distracted. Is she nervous? Or is she just a quiet person? Maybe she has become quiet after witnessing her husband's death.

"Okay, this is it." Raphael pushed open the back door of the apartment, "Put on your mask and follow me."

She stood at the end of the corridor and saw that the front door was filled with all kinds of furniture and there was visible dust on the floor. She knew that the apartment had been abandoned for more than a month.

Not getting the response he wanted, Raphael looked back and found that Aposi was lost in thought again, standing there in a daze.

"Alas! At times like this, we should be thinking about the future, not reminiscing about the past."

"Eh?"

Raphael took advantage of Aibo's daze and quickly lifted her up again.

"Wait, wait! Raphael, why are you holding me up? Please put me down!"

"It doesn't matter. You're not as heavy as me."

"I can walk by myself!"

I just carried you up because you were wasting time staring blankly, Raphael pretended not to hear the protest.

The up and down shaking forced her to involuntarily grab Raphael's clothes and close her eyes tightly - it was so embarrassing.

When Raphael put Aibo down in front of the apartment door, he distanced himself, turned around and kicked the door lock hard.

bang——

The lock broke.

Aibo looked at the girl in front of him in surprise, and then he noticed the clothes and accessories she was wearing. They were not ordinary civilian styling enthusiasts, but should be special styles purchased by the army.

Her husband likes these things and often takes her to participate in offline activities.

Through the influence of her surroundings, Aibo also developed a corresponding understanding of these costumes and small items.

No wonder Raphael said confidently that there were channels to arrange for her to safely leave this deadly place, New York.

But Aibo found it very strange. She couldn't understand why Raphael did this, because she actually had no value that could be used, nor did she have wealth that could rival a country.

Although Raphael accepted his mother's commission, what could the elderly man trapped alone in Brooklyn offer?

People are so prone to falling into the situation of worrying about gains and losses, Ai Bo said self-deprecatingly.

"Come in, we'll stay here tonight."

"Got it." Aibo nodded in response after sighing.

The room was in a mess; the bastards who controlled the slaves had searched the room thoroughly, taking even the most common glasses, plates, etc.

Any place suspected of hiding items was opened, smashed and inspected by the slave laborers.

This is the case with the green plant lying in the corner. Someone suspected that there were valuables hidden in the flowerpot, so he broke it and conducted a careful inspection.

Raphael frowned and walked into the next room, looking for what she needed.

She dragged out a desk and used it to block the doorway to the apartment.

Suddenly, there was a scraping sound of a door opening downstairs. He hadn't even landed yet, and there was a strange visitor. It was a pity that he was unlucky today and had picked the wrong opponent.

Aibo looked at Raphael, closed her eyes and prayed.

Raphael was ready, his left shoulder against the wall, his assault rifle in his right hand.

"Eh?" The visitor obviously didn't expect to meet anyone here, and his voice revealed his confusion.

The next second, he felt the world spinning, and a sandy-colored column with a hollow hole in it appeared before his eyes.

"Don't move!" Raphael said.

"What the hell?" the boy roared.

Then he noticed what the object was in front of him, the weapon attached to the back of the silencer, and who owned it.

He was just a half-grown boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, skinny and dirty.

This appearance is extremely deceptive. Anyone who sees him would think he is harmless and that he is just a freeloader in the majority group, but he tries to hold his head high and behave himself.

Everyone knows why.

Idiots like him will be kicked around like a ball all their lives - sent for beer, cigarettes and girls.

Suddenly, he was the one calling the shots, with his friends backing him up to keep his ugly face from getting beaten up.

He must like this feeling very much, after all, he feels that he was born to rule others.

Now, he was suddenly brought back to his original form. He didn't like it at all.

"What do you want to do?" the gangster spoke, still holding out a glimmer of hope.

Well, he should have been more observant, shouldn't he? He hadn't realised that on the counter opposite the door there was a nice wooden cutting board, made of thick pine, which was very comfortable for cutting meat.

It's a useful tool on all levels, and it's also pretty awesome for hitting people with.

So when the heavy chopping board hit him in the face, the punk finally stopped his nagging.

The guy choked and stared blankly at Aibo standing at the kitchen door. All the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

Raphael was stunned for a moment, a smile appeared on his face, and he asked sweetly: "Are you allowed to speak?"

She borrowed the attitude of the director of human resources management at DARPA, who always maintained a calm and pleasant tone.

He knows what he's doing. It sounds polite, but it's hard to argue with him.

The idiot refused to say anything, just wiped the blood from his split lip. It would have been wise for him to speak.

After all, those who understand current affairs are heroes.

At this time, Aibo picked up the iron bar on the table and knocked it twice in her hands.

You can tell at first glance that this thing is made of stainless steel, a genuine solid piece of iron.

If you hit the bridge with a stick, they won't be able to say anything, forever.

Raphael glanced at the butt of the gun with heartache. This thing was not as hard as an iron rod or a chopping board, so it was better not to use it to hit people.

"If you say something I don't like, I'm going to give you a fucking kneecap with a stick. Then I'm going to leave you here until your friends come and find you bleeding all over the floor. Nod if you understand."

The last sentence was shouted out by Aibo at the top of her voice. Raphael smacked his lips and saw the idiot shudder for a moment before nodding.

As for Aibo, isn't her transformation a bit too big? Raphael asked:

"You know him?"

Chapter 52 Deterrence

“Yes, I know him.”

April Kelleher didn't know why. She was afraid of what she was doing. It might be easy to pull the trigger and slash your throat with a knife in a movie, but what about in real life? April finally understood why those people had to shout to get up the courage.

"Where are your companions?"

"Not far away, just down at the Puppy Duplex on West 26th Street."

"Apartment number?"

"No. 16." Aibo knew the building. The street-facing floors used to be shops, but later they were converted into duplex apartments for young people. For a while, she wanted to buy a house there. No. 16 should be on the 4th floor. The address was well chosen, and the view was great.

"How many of you are there?" Raphael asked.

"7."

"Where are those guys you were with last time?"

"One of them - Ball is still here. Henry is hiding in Camp Anderson."

Oh? Do these guys have an additional base? Raphael found "Camp Anderson" on the map. It was actually a subway dispatch yard. The New York Emergency Management Agency set it up as a refugee camp, but there was news that it stopped operating half a month ago.

Apparently, the gang had breached the camp.

"Your base is the Anderson refugee camp? How many people are there?"

Chattering away, the fool revealed everything he knew at the top of his voice.

The more Raphael listened, the more he found it odd. How could such a fool have so much to say and speak so loudly?

"Be quiet! Shut your stinky mouth!" Aibo was faster than Raphael and kicked him in the face.

"Wow------"

The sound was louder.