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

Something was wrong. He was scared, of course, and his nose was bleeding, and his face had bruises from the chopping board and nicks from the boots.

But there was no reason to make so much noise.

Raphael kicked him in the chest, causing him to faint from cardiac arrest. Then he held Aibo behind him and retreated to the corner of the apartment, readying the XM5 assault rifle.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The battered wooden door was smashed open with the table and hit the wall, so that a shower of plaster and dust fell overhead.

Two male figures appeared at the door.

boom!

The gunshots were really powerful. Raphael meant that the Ithaca M37 shotguns they used had a really good sound and fan-shaped pellet effect.

The kitchen opposite the door was smashed to pieces, the glass was broken, and the kitchen utensils and dishes were shattered into pieces by lead balls. There was a loud sound - probably the sound of gunpowder explosion.

Rafael decisively turned sideways and walked towards the door while firing. The gangster who broke through first suffered a great fate, as the 6.8mm bullet pierced through his body before it could even make a terrifying whistling sound.

Blood was flowing from the mouth of the unfortunate fellow, who looked like he had suffered a severe blow to his stomach or esophagus. The other newcomer was pushed out into the corridor by the impact of the bullets and sat down with his back against the wall. Shot in the shoulder, he could no longer fight, and his thick right arm hung like a ribbon.

The third man roared, the volume almost breaking the eardrums. He raised the stick studded with rusty nails and swung it down at Raphael's head.

At this moment, Aibo seemed to be paralyzed. She could only stare straight ahead. Facing this situation, what else could she do?

What was reflected in those half-glazed pupils was...

The small figure suddenly stepped back, avoiding the blow while the soles of his shoes and the floor wailed together, causing the thick soles to sink slightly into the cracked ground.

The figure bent his legs, which were both beautiful and powerful, and then leaped up.

“Hey, wuuuuu!?”

The violent attacker couldn't help but scream at the heavy pressure from the soles of his shoes. Then, Raphael threw the blade.

The sharp knife instantly appeared at the other end of the corridor stairs, with a sharp light.

"?!"

The man who looked like the leader and was holding a pistol in the distance suddenly looked down and saw a handle of unknown origin on his chest.

"—!"

“EWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

The thug who was stabbed unknowingly screamed and staggered. He stood there blankly, his hands weak, trying to grasp the handle of the knife that was stuck in his chest, but he couldn't make the next move.

Is this really something a human can do? Aibo and the gangster thought at the same time.

Puff puff……

The delightful sound of silenced gunshots echoed through the apartment, and Aibo saw Raphael swiftly and efficiently execute everyone who broke in.

The small figure, with amazing speed and strength, finally stopped.

Aibo opened her mouth slightly, but said nothing.

Gradually, the sounds of the outside world came back to her ears, and the smoke and dust drifted outside with the breeze. She was shocked, but it was worse for others.

After all, in the blink of an eye, there were six more bodies in the corridor. The hooligans in the house who were eager to try were now dumbfounded, and had completely lost the idea of ​​escaping.

What a trouble, Raphael thought, letting them take advantage of him.

The surviving gangster had given up on himself. His mouth was trembling, and he was no longer as calm and composed as when he was shouting just now. Then he started crying loudly.

Of course, it wasn't his fault. He'd already had a board hit his face and bullets whizzed over his head.

Anyone would be scared silly.

"Lie down on the ground!" she shouted, raising her eyebrows.

The guy fell to the ground in an instant, so much so that the floor shook.

Aibo noticed that the leg of the man who fell first was twitching violently, so he turned to the idiot who was prostrating himself and said, "Pull your good brother in."

The guy raised his head and looked at Raphael, then nodded fearfully. He grabbed his companion's shoes with his hands and slowly dragged him into the house.

My goodness, this guy's chest was torn apart by bullets a long time ago. Let the best surgeon in the world come, at most he can do hospice care, not show his skills - there's no hope.

"Do you have a weapon?" Raphael said to the gangster.

"I have a knife."

"Slit his throat and throw the knife on the ground!"

Aibo looked at the gangster silently. If someone ordered her to do this, she doubted whether she could do it. Cutting a living person's throat with a knife, even if the person was about to die.

No, it should be possible, she thought.

The punk slowly pulled out his switchblade and backhandedly stabbed his friend in the neck. If the guy had any doubts, he didn't show them.

The knife dropped to the floor with a clang.

"Very good," Raphael said, and her delicate voice sounded like a death warrant.

No matter how kind she acted, the punks huddled together.

"I don't want to see your ugly face here again, forever! Do you understand? Otherwise..." Raphael looked at the door meaningfully: "Any other questions?"

Chapter 53 Threats (Seeking votes and support)

The gangster shook his head faster than ever before, as if only by shaking his head to create an illusion could he make the vicious woman opposite him believe it.

"Turning out your pockets!" said April.

All kinds of garbage fell on the ground. Oh, this guy has a knife stuck in his belt.

"You're really good at hiding." Raphael said with a hint of threat, "I should have shot right away!"

"Ahahahaha... How can you survive in this world without some skills?"

"get out."

The kid disappeared into thin air.

There were quite a few good things among the garbage he and his companions left behind, such as a knife that looked and was of good quality, and a Glock 18 in very good condition.

Raphael stared at the direction where the corpses and the hooligans left. These guys looked like the NPC monsters in the game that would drop equipment after being killed...

She picked up the Glock, and the promised pistol appeared on its own.

Before handing the gun to Aibo, Raphael repeated tirelessly: "I repeat once, never point the gun at me, understand?"

"I know how to use it," Aibo replied.

In fact, Raphael did not want this conflict to break out. But it happened.

At this moment, the door slammed open, and Rafael's finger on the rifle twitched automatically. It just happened that his finger was on the trigger at the time, basically, it was bad luck, and the gun did not fire.

She heard the noise, pushed Ai Bo away, drew out her dagger and pounced forward.

But luckily, no one died.

The guy she held hostage was Doug Sutton, the captain of the "Hundred-eyed Giant" team. He was calm and composed, and remained unmoved by the blade hanging in front of his neck.

"I was wondering who made that noise," he said, examining the body on the floor with interest, "and now that I see it's you, it makes sense."

The blade swung slightly, letting Doug know what to say.

"Put your gun down, just in case."

Doug did as she asked, after all, Raphael wasn't really an enemy, and she was someone Doug didn't want to go against - she looked like a normal girl, but in reality she could take him down in the blink of an eye.

Outside the house, Cecilia squatted down to check the dead body, "So, they broke into your place, you dealt with them all, and finally killed him with a knife. Are you a beast?" She glanced at the flying padlock.

"I didn't execute him." Raphael calmly corrected him, saying, "It was the survivor who killed him with a knife."

"Survivor?" Doug couldn't help but want to laugh. How could he be a survivor? He glanced at the broken wall sarcastically. There was blood spilled on the floor and small portable objects. It didn't look like what a "survivor" would do.

If they were real refugees, they would not abandon these small tools and rations. Before leaving, they would pack all the things properly instead of scattering them all over the floor.

This was more like a self-search under duress, with the gun perhaps pointed at the forehead.

The reason for letting him go is obvious, it's nothing more than "deterrence".

The gangsters who came with him were all killed in the blink of an eye, and he was forced to kill his companions. His fragile psychological defenses were shattered in an instant. If he thinks about what happened today in the future, tears and trembling would be the best result.

The fear would stay with him for the rest of his life, Doug believed, if you put yourself in his shoes.

"What are you going to do with the body?" Doug asked.

"We plan to move to another place."

"Well, it looks like we can't live here anymore," Cecilia said.

Doug looked around, his eyes falling on the young woman who was trying to hide herself in the corner, and finally said, "You can come with us wherever you want to stay."

"Aibo, these guys are not enemies." Raphael explained: "Also, don't hide that broken pistol. It can't kill them."

"Hey!" Aibo slowly stood up after hearing the sound and complained to Raphael: "You clearly said this is a good gun!"

"We are all wearing bulletproof vests..." Cecilia lifted up the tactical vest on her chest so that Aibo could see the thick bulletproof plate inside. "Don't underestimate this plate. It can help us block a lot of bad luck."

"But won't it make you uncomfortable?"

"Well, it's really uncomfortable to be pressed all the time."

Cecilia reached into the plug board and rubbed the little white rabbit that had been tired for a long time:

"But the flapper can protect my body. It's the lesser of two evils, isn't it?"

"Hmm." Aibo then looked at Raphael.

Raphael just found that look very offensive, but still replied, "I don't have that problem." After saying that, she felt that the looks from Aibo and Cecilia looked even more annoying.

Raphael walked out the door and found two members of the Centaurs team sitting comfortably on the stairs. There was a corpse lying next to them, but they didn't seem bothered at all.

These guys have completely adapted to the new order of the city that never sleeps.

Later, Cecilia said to Aibo, "What's your name?"

"Amber, April Kelleher."

"My name is Cecilia, and I serve as the precision shooter in the team."

Seeing the spear in her arms, which was much longer than those held by others, I basically understood Miss Cecilia's job responsibilities.

Basically, apart from the captain, she is the absolute force of this team.

"Just look at what's in your arms and you'll understand," Aibo replied.

"Do you want to clean up those things on the floor?" Doug asked, standing at the door.

"No need. I've already given her the most valuable thing." Raphael glanced at the Glock pistol fixed in the holster on Aibo's waist. "Who knows how disgusting the rest of the things are."

"You are the only one who can say something disgusting in this chaotic world." Cecilia turned her head and rolled her eyes at Raphael. "Those chocolate energy bars can be exchanged for a lot of things on the black market."

"I haven't treated you unfairly," Raphael corrected.

Cecilia corrected: "Correction, it's DARPA."

"Well, DARPA is great." Raphael praised expressionlessly: "Tell me, what new missions are there?"

Doug shrugged and said, "That's up to you. They want us to be your assistants and help you complete the recycling mission."

"You can't get involved in recycling. The Dark Zone will kill you. Don't waste your precious lives on such a fatal mission."

"That's exactly what I was thinking, but..." Doug pointed to the PTT on the shoulder strap of his tactical vest, spread his hands helplessly and said, "No matter how dangerous it is, following you into the dark zone is our only way to survive."

"Is there no room for mediation?" Raphael questioned.

"It seems not."

Cecilia took out her SHD terminal and showed the received command file to Raphael.