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

Tony rarely addressed Doug and Raphael as "superior".

"Even if I can't do it, you still have Cecilia and Alki who need anti-radiation drugs, right? Not only that, getting anti-radiation drugs is just the beginning. You still have to complete the tasks issued by DARPA before you can get a ticket to leave. So, sir, give the order."

Raphael turned his back and waited for Doug to make a decision. In fact, the current situation did not allow him to be depressed.

Tony Gaggia has already given himself a shot.

That kind of mixed stimulant drug would greatly overdraw a person's physical potential. Now he was in a collapsed radiation contaminated area. He also took two injections of morphine sedatives. He could not hesitate in any case.

To hesitate would be to waste his sacrifice.

Raphael knew the result of the argument between the two men. Doug Sutton persuaded him not to give up. Maybe the information provided by the navy girl was false, or maybe the scientists were wrong.

But Tony had thought it through, and he rejected Doug's persuasion and doubt. He could feel exactly how his body felt.

"Sir," he said to Raphael, who was on guard in the distance, while leaning sideways, "Please give us orders as a member of DARPA."

Doug suddenly grabbed the shoulder strap of Tony's tactical vest and yelled at him, "If your wife asked me what I would say...you just gave up like that! Coward! Wimp! When are you going to get serious!"

"I am already doomed to die. In fact, you also know that Raphael did not lie, right?"

Doug Sutton let go of his hand and stood there in silence, not saying a word. Tony was right. When he took the transparent container in his hand, the future became very dim.

He really couldn't find any words to refute.

"Get ready, we can't delay too long," was all Doug could say.

Collapse radiation is slightly different from regular nuclear decay radiation, but it does have an impact on the human body. If it's related to "radiation", it's not good.

"At 10 o'clock, at the park landing field, the fighting is not as intense as before," Raphael said, tilting her head slightly to listen to the sound of gunfire, "Check the equipment and count the supplies and ammunition. Tony, if you feel anything unusual, remember to report it. I don't have any other skills, but I can still run with a person on my back."

Tony grinned and said with a trembling voice: "If I can't run anymore, please take me with you."

"It's a word."

"Well, it's a deal."

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Chapter 61 Regaining Strength

That's how war works. If you fail to learn from the battles, you will be killed, and not just simply killed.

Simply being killed is inevitable in war.

But it would be unfair to die in vain.

Tony seemed to have suddenly gotten the idea. He walked in front at the fastest speed. His reaction speed was first-rate and he could accurately judge the messy street terrain and enemy activities.

It was clear when Rafael was at the back, using the XM250 as a precision marksman rifle and providing suppressive fire.

That cocktail of stimulants not only squeezes the body's potential, it also seems to provide plenty of sugar and increase the amount of oxygen transported by the blood, allowing the brain to get sufficient nutrition and oxygen, allowing it to operate at full power.

If there is a flaw, it is that the side effects are too strong.

People with weak bodies may not be able to withstand the drug once its effect wears off and die suddenly.

Because they were lying on top of the large container truck, they could see almost everything that was happening in front of them. The ELID infected and the armed thugs who were still alive were running around the landing field, from one house to another, from one lawn to another.

The grenades raised pillars of mud close to the house, and some of the grenades landed on the lawn, and the whole ground shook as if there was an earthquake.

Raphael discovered that the armed mob was busy mainly to ensure that the airdrop house at the main entrance of the park was always under their control.

She shot a guy who appeared outside the door. He was holding a submachine gun and shooting at two people moving along the street.

Raphael first contacted Cecilia's team which had arrived at the designated location, and then contacted Doug and Tony to tell them about the enemy's deployment.

They both replied that they themselves were watching and preparing for a fight.

Raphael didn't like to interfere with other people's arrangements unless it was absolutely necessary, especially since the Cyclops team was complete and the captain had no sudden illness. She lay on the roof of the carriage, exposing only the necessary part, and little by little she eliminated difficulties for them and provided watch.

I have to say, the XM200 with a 250-round belt as a precision marksman rifle is quite fun, and there is no need to consider combat endurance at all.

Moreover, when there is a need for emergency fire suppression, it can also fire fully automatically. The lethality and penetration of the 6.8mm full-power bullet should not be underestimated. The bright red color on the windowsills of street apartment buildings is proof of its power.

She lay there, chewing her energy chocolate leisurely, and in the midst of the continuous gunfire and grenade explosions, she continuously helped the attack team to eliminate the enemies that they could not take into account.

At this time, the mobs at the 12 o'clock and 3 o'clock positions noticed the presence of the two men.

Tony's nerves became tense, and he wanted to find a safer shelter for Doug. At this time, a grenade was thrown over and exploded behind the roadblock not far to the left, scattering a lot of gravel and dirty snow.

He grabbed Doug's hand and almost dragged him down by force.

But Doug pulled himself free and looked at him. Under the circumstances, he could have reprimanded him as captain, but he only said:

"How long have we been fighting together? It's been a month and a half since we entered New York, right? Why do you still want to hold my hand... You said that the airdropped supplies are more important."

He thought the conversation was over, so he slowly stood up, raised his gun, put the handguard on the car window, and began to look for the enemy.

Phew—dah!

The bullet flew through the air and hit Doug's chest accurately. The impact force instantly knocked him to the ground on his back.

"Someone's down! I say it again, someone's down!" Tony said as he tried to get up and force back the enemy sniper.

But before he could show his head, two more bullets hit the car where he was hiding, making crisp sounds.

This was comfortable, being watched closely. Tony could only frantically urge Raphael on the radio to get rid of the sniper.

SHD agents are not gods, and it is difficult to gain an advantage when confronting a larger number of enemies. The enemy found that there were only two people, and under the command of the thugs who seemed to be the leader, they began to expand to both wings and tried to encircle them from the side.

It won't be long before Tony and Doug not only have to withstand attacks from both flanks, but also have to face enemy snipers.

Raphael immediately aimed at the guy wielding the pistol and pulled the trigger. The bullet was very accurate, entering the chest and exiting from the back. Even if it didn't hit the heart directly, the huge trauma and shattered bullet would be fatal.

Just as she was selecting her target, the man who had just been knocked down tried to get up, and Raphael pulled the trigger again.

At this point, the frustrated mob discovered the sniper on the roof. Raphael didn't have time to confirm the kill, and several bullets fell nearby. She said, "Don't worry, check Doug's condition first," while putting away the machine gun tripod, rolling over and jumping off the roof.

She took two steps at a time and jumped, appearing on the overturned bus on the side of the road. She sprinted and jumped again, grabbing the supporting beams of the billboard with both hands and using the strength of her arms alone to lift her heavy body onto the new platform.

"Donny, report the situation."

"Uh... well," Tony reached into the plate on Doug's chest and felt around to find no blood, "the bullet hit the bulletproof plate."

He felt the carotid artery and found the pulse was normal. He then replied, "The pulse is normal, and the breathing is a little rapid. He must have been knocked unconscious."

"Tell me the direction of the shooter?"

"Wait a mininute."

"receive."

Tony slowly placed the handguard on the car, then supported himself with his left hand and slowly stood up again.

Swoosh - the bullet hit the surface of the car and bounced off with a clang, but this also allowed Tony to see the direction the bullet came from. He sat back down, held PTT, turned on the wireless channel and said:

"Raphael, this is Tony. We've found a sniper in the building in the courtyard at 1 o'clock."

"Copy, looking for it."

Raphael immediately got into shape and started looking for the shooter hiding in the building. For her, the nutrients she had learned from DARPA and the training camp were quietly taking effect.

The world of the scope is only a small piece, and searching is always just a glimpse of the whole picture.

However, if we divide the area to be observed into small pieces in an orderly manner, arrange them into a grid map, and then search them in a reasonable order, the defect of only being able to see part of it can be solved.

Although the accuracy of the XM250 is not as good as those of the famous sniper rifles, especially the bolt-action sniper rifles such as the M24 and M40, the accuracy of the XM250 at this distance has met the requirements. When used by a well-trained shooter, it is no problem to hit a target the size of a human head.

The sniper position chosen by Raphael was not concealed enough, and there was no need to put concealment first.

Half a minute later, she caught the shooter who was hiding behind the curtains with only half of the gun muzzle exposed.

"I caught you!"

Chapter 62: List of Supplies (Please give me votes)

"Pfft!"

The shooter hiding behind the curtains covered his throat, half of his head hanging on his shoulders, his neck shaking.

The expression on his face showed that he wanted to scream in fear, but every time his brain nerves sent out a signal to scream, it was simply converted into the rhythm of his already exposed carotid artery spurting blood into the sky.

The shooter, whose affiliation and identity were unknown, suddenly fell limply and fell forward, falling from the fourth-floor window with his gun, turning into a pool of flesh.

"The threat has been lifted, let's move!" said Raphael.

Doug was stunned for a moment and realized that his battlefield sensitivity and combat experience were far from enough. Compared with Raphael, he did not know how to observe the ever-changing situation on the battlefield.

The situation on the high ground has changed, so they can move around without worrying about being hit by enemy snipers when they change position.

The agents' loads are indeed heavy, and they can still sustain short-distance quick travel, but with roadblocks here and there, as well as billboards set up by the Emergency Management Agency as obstacles, just moving during a battle can make people breathless and sweaty.

"Go to the right!" Tony pinched Doug's shoulder and jumped out from behind the car in an instant.

"Shit!"

Doug didn't have time to stop it, so he could only suddenly stand up and use full-automatic fire to suppress the fire with a faster rate of fire.

Raphael couldn't help but complain when she saw Tony's rapid move to the right, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she understood or even appreciated his actions.

The drug's stimulation lasts for a limited time, which requires him to choose the option with the greatest risk and the greatest benefit.

She also switched the XM250 to full-auto mode, and continued to rain bullets at the end of the street. Anyone who showed up would either be turned into rotten meat by the 6.8 full-power bullets, or be forced to lie down again due to the power of the extremely close-range strafing.

By the time Tony arrives at the location, he can easily kill the enemy from the flank who is suppressed by the machine gun and unable to raise his head.

He had a reason to approach from the right side. There were shops on the right side of the road, and the park drop zone on the left. If he didn't want to be beaten from three directions, he could only choose to walk on the sidewalk on the right side of the street.

As long as Tony paid attention to the shops as he moved forward, he would be basically safe from the threat on one side.

Seeing that his companions were about to fall behind, Doug made a prompt decision and started moving forward again according to Tony's ideas.

He fought and advanced, and finally as the visibility became worse at dusk, the enemies who had the same idea as Raphael and his group finally began to disperse.

The battle with humans is coming to an end.

The reason why it was called "a pool of blood" was due to the drainage design of the highway. The blood of dozens of people could not accumulate on the ground and could not form puddles like many flat grounds. As a result, it flowed along the roadside gutters.

When the blood from the corpse spread out, it didn't seem to occupy a large area, and it all flowed into the sewer. But wherever the blood flowed, it was like floor paint, spreading all the blood with magical power, dyeing the T-junction on the street red.

From Raphael's perspective, the scene was unprecedentedly magnificent, enough to leave survivors with PTSD.

Even if those defeated thugs and rebellious agents who hid their identities managed to escape with their lives and successfully return to the safe house, they would have an indelible shadow in their hearts.

Doug had no energy to calculate the results of the battle because of the long battle. Tony seemed to have reached the limit of his body's endurance, and every movement he made would cause him extra burden.

"Raphael, this landing field looks like ours." Tony panted and half-knelt in the shelter and said, "Thank you for your watch. What should we do next?"

"First, make sure the site is safe, then confirm the type of airdropped supply boxes. I'm ready to come down. Report any problems as soon as possible."

Raphael began to flip down. It was not a pleasant feeling to be suspended in the air. The city wind was not felt much on the ground, but it whistled when it came up, and the hem of his clothes fluttered.

Fortunately, the body is made of iron and is heavy enough not to be blown away by the wind.

“It seems quiet,” Doug reported.

"Nothing unusual is happening at the park's construction sites," Cecilia reported over the radio.

Raphael walked along the road and saw countless bodies lying in front of the park's main entrance. This was far more than what they had killed. Some of the bodies were lead-gray, with eyes wide open and bulging, and bloodshot eyes.

Many of the corpses had signs of decay and ulcers on their faces, and some had metal growing out of their bodies. She saw a ring-shaped object on the shoulders of several of the corpses, which was a multi-functional communicator issued to agents by the SHD Strategic Homeland Security Bureau.

She turned over the left wrist of the corpse. Although the dial had fallen off, the abbreviation SHD was still clearly visible.

One, two, three...

At a rough glance, there were more than a dozen bodies of the first wave of agents alone. All of them were affected by the collapse radiation and eventually contracted ELID infection, without exception.

She looked up at Tony who was resting and defending himself near the supply box, and suddenly felt that his misfortune was actually a blessing.

These people cannot tolerate the collapse radiation and are either dying or about to become ELID infected; but he can jump around in the radiation zone.