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

The hollowness of the abdomen told the uninvited guests that this guy was dead and that the Dark Zone had become a very scary place.

Raphael walked in and just looked at him knowingly without saying a word.

Doug Sutton felt sorry for such things, just as he always felt particularly sorry for those who were killed and died in their first battle.

He knew that death was inevitable from the beginning of the war. The guy lying on the ground in front of him was a thin man with ordinary looks and a pair of friendly brown eyes. He might not be good at issuing orders and shouting commands, but he might be an indispensable doer in a company.

When facing difficulties in the company and in life, don’t complain or talk, just simply live your life.

Doug shook his head, pushing these meaningless thoughts of pity out of his mind.

He took a good look at the horrific, open, untreated wound on the dead man's abdomen and wondered what kind of brutal fight would have ripped open this man's stomach.

"Hey, still watching." Raphael said.

Doug didn't respond. He was obviously beginning to resist speaking because if he did, his jaw would loosen, and if he did, he would be tempted to express his feelings about the horrible state of the body.

He turned his head away, just looking away from the body, as if to say:

"there is nothing……"

Raphael grabbed the back belt of his tactical vest, dragged him back to the corridor, and then slowly closed the door. Seeing Doug like this, she became more and more certain that most of the agents selected by the Division of Homeland Security had character flaws.

These defects may be helpful in daily life and work, but they will become troubles in some specific scenarios.

Raphael didn't understand why this happened. According to Cecilia, Doug had a lot of kills and had seen many corpses, so it shouldn't have turned out like this.

"Agent, this place has been occupied by a large number of enemies, please be careful." She warned.

"That kind of thing...I know." Doug replied.

At this moment, a sarcastic voice in his head said: Damn, your future looks bleak, and it will not end well if you follow her.

"Bullshit," he said to the sarcastic voice in his head, "If I leave, my future will be ruined immediately. Get lost!"

No matter what choice you make, there is only one result: there is no way out.

Of course, New York is not a small town. No matter how many times he was robbed by gangsters, there were always supplies hidden in places that people could not notice. It would definitely be no problem for him to survive, but he had to consider the other team members.

Raphael had made it clear earlier that the risk of death would be extremely high if one followed her into the dark zone.

Doug turned around with difficulty, cursing in pain the bureaucrats and politicians who had put the City That Never Sleeps into its current situation.

"Okay, let's have a briefing now." Raphael said loudly from the bottom of the stairs, "This concerns the lives of you, me and others, so I hope everyone will take it seriously."

Two hours after the briefing, dawn was approaching.

The roar of turboprop jet engines drifted over the city. Raphael stood on the rooftop, looking at the large transport plane flying low, and saw a dark spot suddenly appearing in the middle of the heat-decoy bomb.

Something is coming.

Afterwards, the Cyclops team switched from resting to combat mode, following closely behind Raphael towards the nearest airdrop landing site.

This noise also activated the dead silent city. The severely infected ELIDs who were awakened by the sound, the black market traders who stayed in the dark zone and made a living by taking anti-collapse radiation pills, as well as the survivor army, the Lex Gang and the Purifiers' remaining teams in the dark zone, all became active.

The battle began when the noise of the planes died down, and Doug Sutton was scratched for the fourth time in this fight for supplies.

Everyone went crazy.

The battle for supplies was fierce and brutal.

The radio was full of noise, but Raphael could vaguely filter out the situation of the survivors' army. They surrounded four airdrop sites in the north. Nearly half of the supplies today fell into their hands, leaving only a small half for others.

What surprised Raphael was that Tony Gaggia, who had been so active before, now shrank back, leaning against the shelter, as if he had been beaten to death, without raising his head.

"Hey, Tony!" Raphael lowered his body and walked towards him, shouting, "Tony, Tony Gaggia!"

Tony looked up anxiously and saw Raphael, who jumped up unexpectedly, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her down side by side with him.

"Lie down!" His voice changed as he shouted.

Raphael came and opened his hand and sat down next to her.

"How do you 'lie down'?"

"Lie down, it's dangerous here..." Tony repeated, and he tried to grab Raphael and push her to the ground.

Raphael understood that this guy seemed to have a reaction to the collapse radiation. The complex and intense battle and the stimulation of the collapse radiation on the human body caused him to hallucinate.

"Why, is it scary?" Raphael said calmly and understandingly, and Tony responded to this gentle tone simply and kindly:

"Oh, how horrible! This is unfortunate. . . . They are coming."

"So you're just going to lie there like this?"

"Comrade Captain, I follow your orders!"

"What? What do I order? ..."

Raphael was a little confused. What on earth did this guy see? The USSR was resurrected on the spot, right? But she turned around and said:

"Just lie down, be patient, get used to it and wake up as soon as possible! Your friends are still waiting for you."

She decided to stabilize the person first. No matter what Tony saw in his hallucination, the first thing she had to do now was to support him. When the war subsided, she would go back to deal with the problem of Tony being too sensitive to the radiation of the collapse.

Chick-chick-the chick-chick sound of the Geiger counter made Raphael feel even more annoyed.

Chapter 57 Valuable Assets

Around noon, Cecilia called. She said, "Alpha Team has arrived at the designated location, the park management office, cleared."

"This is Raphael. I need to go somewhere else. Bravo-1 is taking care of Bravo-2 and cannot go any further. Please be careful. Over."

Raphael hung up the radio.

After spending the past two days together, Cecilia could understand what Raphael meant. "Be careful" actually meant for her to be calm and composed and not take excessive risks for petty gains.

"Alpha-1 received, over."

"Doug, what do you think?" After getting an accurate answer, Raphael turned to Doug and asked, "There is only one ARA-11029. Do you want to use it now?"

"Is this the early symptom of ELID?" Doug observed Tony's condition intently. "Hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and slight skin damage."

"Yes. He is sensitive to the radiation from the collapse."

Raphael knelt on one knee beside Tony Gaggia, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Look... the skin damage has already appeared."

"If you fail to recover the supplies, or if there is no anti-radiation medicine in the airdrop, death is only a matter of time."

"Yes, that's the reality."

“We were badly hurt by DARPA.” Doug’s voice was shaking. “Apart from the airdrop schedule and drop sites, they didn’t provide any information about the dark zone.”

"That's how they are. If you plan to serve them, you have to get used to it and find the only way to survive in this mission that will lead to certain death."

Raphael has a very deep understanding of those bastards at DARPA.

All the missions assigned to her a year ago were designed to push her physical limits, and when they designed the missions, they didn't care whether her companions could keep up.

And most of the time, not being able to keep up means death, there is no other choice.

At first, the mental model (personality) was in its infancy and was not aware of this problem at all. Although the task completion rate remained at around 80%, the proportion of casualties was as high as 95%, highlighting the fact that there was no return.

If she hadn't intentionally controlled it later, the death rate would have risen further.

The greater the gap between the mission mortality rate and the mission completion rate, the more excited the DARPA researchers responsible for relic technology reversal, artificial intelligence, and body research became. This means that they may have created mechanical products that can replace a large number of soldiers.

Artificial intelligence can learn countless times faster than a normal person, and as long as it has a suitable body, it can be turned into a "super soldier."

They were so excited. Then in September 23, the budget bill for fiscal year 9 was passed, and artificial intelligence and autonomous mechanical equipment received unprecedented budget support.

Multiple test data have proven that the reliability and durability of Rafael NGSW in combat far exceeds that of human soldiers with the same training experience and development.

Even though there has been no new progress in their research so far, Raphael's existence has pointed out a direction for them to advance in military technology. Perhaps when this technology is completed, "autonomous bionic robots" can be applied to the civilian market.

The prospects are extremely broad and are in the near future.

What stands in their way now is only the interpretation and reproduction of the relic technology and the restrictions on "strong artificial intelligence". Obviously, the current level of cognition and application of relic technology is still in the era of luck, and the core of reverse imitation has never been interpreted.

Difficulties in interpretation mean that our understanding of the original artifacts excavated from the ruins is only superficial, and we know how they might have operated.

Raphael remembered that before she set off for New York, DARPA's research on the unearthed cores was still stuck at the level of how to start them up. However, those cores that were reverse engineered were able to start and operate in a way that they could understand.

Unfortunately, those replica cores all had defects and often crashed while running. When the core restarted, all the AI ​​training data stored in it was lost.

It's like random access memory (RAM), when the power is off everything is gone.

Raphael remembered that the most discussed topic among the researchers was hair care and hair transplantation. There were also many ruthless people who simply shaved their heads and gave up the idea of ​​having hair.

In her eyes, those reverse failures are very good body cores. As long as the body can be connected to her mental network, it can be used as a puppet.

Maybe she should come up with something when she returns to DARPA after things are over in New York.

Raphael interrupted the puppet core and body's thinking process and handed Doug a syringe filled with ARA-11029 (A) liquid. "What do you decide to do?"

"Given our dire situation of manpower shortage and emergency, I believe Tony is an indispensable and valuable fighting force for us."

After saying that, Doug grabbed the syringe and, following the brief instructions written on the transparent tube, stabbed it heavily into Tony's thigh. The transparent orchid liquid flowed into Tony's body under the pressure exerted by his thumb.

Sure enough, the effect of this thing was very obvious. Raphael quietly recorded Tony Gaggia's physiological manifestations and external reactions.

He quickly calmed down from the confusion caused by the radiation from the collapse, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, as if he had a nightmare.

After a while, Tony slowly opened his eyes and looked blankly at Raphael and Doug who were taking care of him.

"I...what happened?"

Raphael glanced at Doug and asked as usual, "Okay, answer yes or no. Are you at the Quantico training base?"

Tony gasped and shook his head.

“Were you in Somalia?”

He continued to shake his head in denial.

“Are you in New York?”

Tony closed his eyes, exhaled through his nostrils, and nodded his head.

"Is your captain Doug Sutton a lovely girl?"

"Super cute!" Tony Gaggia straightened his back instantly and shouted, "Doug Sutton is so cute! Hahahahaha..."

"OK, he's fine."

Raphael pulled Tony up and said to Doug, "Your blond boy is back now. However, you may have suffered from the effects of radiation in the white zone. Is there anything to worry about?"

Doug squatted and stared at the airdrop field a few hundred yards away for a long time, and answered affirmatively: "No, our main activity area is in the city near the Williamsburg Bridge..."

"No, before that," Tony said as he moved his hands, "we went to the tenement apartment in the Terlington area to investigate according to your order. I remember getting a transparent glass cup that emitted a light green light there."

"It's a double-layer, transparent glass cup, and the light-emitting part is the small glass tube on the inner layer, right?"

"How do you know, Lieutenant?"

Raphael couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand. How could Gordon Amherst come into contact with that kind of thing?

I totally don't understand. Dr. Gordon is a biologist. He is most likely the releaser and researcher of the greenback smallpox virus, but how is he related to the collapse fluid?

"That's a special storage container for the collapse fluid. 40 years ago, it was the raw material for the weapons that turned Vietnam into a no-man's land. How dare you pick up that kind of thing with your hands!"

After saying that, Raphael grabbed Tony's left hand and suddenly rolled up her sleeves. Then, Doug and Tony heard her emotional exclamation:

"Son of B***h, this is so--surprising."

Chapter 58 Indications (Please vote)

"What's wrong?" Doug saw that there was no sign of corrosion on Tony's body, and he was relieved but puzzled: "Isn't this a good thing?"

"It looks good for now, but it could get worse."

Raphael himself was not quite sure. As someone who had come into close contact with the storage device of the collapsed radioactive solution - according to Tony Gaggia's own description, he had even seen a light green light at the time - he was doomed no matter how he thought about it.

And Tony Gaggia himself was sitting in front of him. He didn't look like an ELID infected person at all, but a living person.

The expected large-scale skin damage did not occur. After a rough feel with his hands, Raphael confirmed that no silicon-based metal lumps had grown on Tony's body, which meant that the actual effect of the radiation dose from the collapse was not good.

In other words, Tony Gaggia, who was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall, now had a 50% chance of being a "congenitally immune person" with recognition factors for ELID mutant cells, which would allow his immune system to accurately identify mutant cells and thus solve the problem of radiation damage.

That’s not all. His bone composition should have changed, making him stronger than an ordinary person.

This seems to be a good thing, but it depends on how you look at it.