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

Leaving the bridgehead, she rejected the invitation of the engineering troops and stood quietly on the cold street, feeling the greatness of the human city.

There was complete silence all around, with only the rustling of snow in the wind being heard.

The East River was out of sight from here, behind him in the snow and ice at the end of Delancey Street, but Raphael could still feel it in his imagination—feel the chill it radiated.

This is the atomic bomb, where the greenback virus first spread.

The flames ignited by the virus are no longer scary. They usually start relatively quickly and end quickly because after killing the patient, the fire cannot find new nutrients and goes out.

But the city is so big and has so many people, so there will always be people somewhere who become firewood.

After a few days of nightmare, people gradually got used to living a precarious life.

On the tenth day after the disaster began, the blockade had already begun. The Army Corps of Engineers gradually built two high walls dividing the city according to the traditional division of Manhattan.

It was also from this day that the black mushroom cloud rising from the direction of the Empire State Building made people who only believed in military theories think that going further to save the city was not only useless but even impossible.

By noon, the sound of gunfire had gone beyond the concept of "sporadic fire".

If someone who doesn't know the situation walks into Manhattan at this time, he would think that this might be the scene of the Fallujah city siege in "Codename: Dawn", rather than the world's financial center - New York.

Raphael looked up at the fluffy mushroom cloud, and on the map unfolding in his mind he marked its approximate location and delineated the possible sphere of influence.

In addition, you can see on the map that this not-so-large area is densely marked with records of "fire", "robbery" and "shooting", and the cases become more frequent and dense as time goes on.

The city's order is on the verge of collapse.

What should I do? Should I go and have a look, Raphael? she asked herself.

Definitely a must see.

The rhythm of the M4A1's firing was very distinctive, she heard it clearly, and it was most likely the Rangers who were ordered into Manhattan.

After figuring out their true purpose, you can leave this dead city.

In order to understand exactly what had happened, Raphael thought it necessary to go and see in person the buildings and squares marked with red hemispheres on the map.

But this is the opposite of the mission to investigate where the Rangers are going, one is on the north side near the Empire State Building, and the other requires her to travel south to Wall Street.

Suddenly, "Bang, bang, bang", the sound of gunfire, like popping beans, suddenly rang out at the intersection ahead.

Raphael shrank his neck, accelerated to a jog, and then slid to hide behind an abandoned car on the side of the road.

Then she realized that the bullets were not shot at her, but flew somewhere else.

……

Officer Nick Pilozzi gasped.

Oh God, I can't breathe, he thought.

It was a day in mid-December 2025. Piroz and other people who stayed in the precinct, led by Chief Inspector Morris, came to the intersection of Great Jones Street and Lafayette Street to maintain fragile order while dealing with a shooting case.

The wind was howling, and he felt like he was slowly freezing to death.

23-year-old Pirozi is from the East Side and is a native New Yorker. Since joining the police station, he has experienced firsthand the feeling of cold when patrolling outside in winter.

But in front of Lafayette Cafe and Bakery, the thick snow, biting cold, and lack of oxygen caused by the fierce gun battle made people feel despair.

They had no New York SWAT team to support them, only endless snowflakes and two feet of snow, and dark police uniforms were useless here. As long as they moved, a dark shadow would appear in the white world.

Comparing the two, he found that he and others were conspicuous moving targets.

No one knew the situation would take a sudden turn for the worse.

A few days ago, when the smallpox vaccination was carried out on a large scale, the city was revived. But just two days later, they faced a major collapse.

These things once again prove that they are helpless against the disaster caused by the "greenback virus".

The robbers were not only armed with guns and ammunition, but also wearing bulletproof vests that they had gotten from who knows where. The Glock pistols issued to the police officers by the General Administration would inevitably put them at a disadvantage in a gunfight unless they could kill the enemy with a single shot to the head.

In the crackling sound of gunfire, Piloz could recognize several types of handguns—the M1911, M9, and Glock—and the M500 shotgun.

Thus, the two sides came to a stalemate.

The police were unwilling to retreat, and the robbers in the restaurant were unwilling to abandon the supplies they had worked so hard to loot.

Piloz habitually picked up the radio and tried to call the main station, hoping to get some support from them.

However, there was no sound on the police channel.

He waited for a while and reconnected to the channel, but there was still no sound.

Piloz slapped the car door hard, feeling a sense of foreboding. He switched to several police stations' regular channels, but all of them were like this.

He was still unwilling to give up and even switched to the emergency rescue channel.

It was quite lively in here, but it was all random calls from radio enthusiasts. Occasionally there were two serious calls for help, but they were drowned out by the noise and gave him no chance to record them.

Seeking help seemed hopeless, and Piroz couldn't think of any other solution, so he carefully went around to the trunk of the police car and took out the semi-automatic AR-15 left by other officers.

The only option left for them is to fight hard.

Either you die or I live.

Just as he was putting on a thicker bulletproof vest, he suddenly heard a delicate "rustling" sound. Piloz's heart trembled. He definitely didn't hear it wrong. It was the sound of the soles of shoes gently falling to the ground after stepping through the snow.

Someone is coming from behind!

Piloz lowered his body and tried to follow the postures and movements taught in police academy training, trying to move quietly into the angled shelter formed by the roadblock and the police car.

He didn't dare to show his head to check, but just pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

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Chapter 7: First Firefight

Soon, a rustling sound was heard, and the footsteps became clearer. The subtle sound was so light that it would be easily missed if one did not listen carefully.

Piloz thought for a moment, then quietly took the Glock pistol in his hand and quietly poked half of his head out to take a look.

The thick silencer was almost pressing against his face, and the exhaust holes around the muzzle were clearly visible.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

At this time, Piloz woke up from his "it's over" state of collapse and replied with a reluctant tremor: "I heard your... footsteps... um, footsteps."

"New York Police." Raphael glanced at the police officer's bulletproof vest. The words "NYPD" clearly stated his identity.

However, she still asked as a formality. Life has to have a sense of ritual, doesn't it?

People who wear police uniforms, use bulletproof vests with the word "Police" on them, or even use police equipment are not necessarily police officers. This concept is absolutely true in New York, where public power has completely collapsed.

"me……"

Piloz glanced at the number 26 on his collar. The police number is composed of 6 digits. The first two are the town code, the next four are the county code, and the last two are the sequential number. The first digit "26" means that he is from the 26th Precinct. He swallowed the bitterness in his mouth.

"We are the only ones left in the precinct."

"What's going on up front?" she asked.

"We received a call about a violent robbery and gunfight at the Lafayette Cafe and Bakery, so the chief took the rest of us out."

"Just you?"

"..." Hearing this, Pilozi's pent-up resentment suddenly burst out, "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to point fingers here, ah——!?"

There is very little force left to maintain order in the city, and the fact that they are still able to respond to calls is the result of their best efforts.

“I seem to be really qualified.”

After Raphael finished speaking, he used the sturdy police car as a cover and set up the XM5 assault rifle. The Razor HD Gen 1-10x24 low-magnification variable sight installed on the rail scope bridge was set to 10X magnification, and he peeked into the restaurant.

Under the flickering lights, several masked kidnappers blatantly hid behind the restaurant's supporting beams and counters. They were armed with pistols, shotguns, and fully automatic submachine guns. No wonder the police had such a hard time getting to the perimeter.

Their firepower level is beyond the ability of ordinary police to handle, and at least the SWAT team must be called in to handle it.

Therefore, the police officers in front were suppressed severely.

In almost a month, they not only had to experience the city falling into riots, but also had to deal with the successive deaths of people around them. They were already exhausted.

During the more than 20 hours she waited on the bridge, all the news she received was negative, and there was not a single bit of good news coming from the city.

The federal government remained indifferent to the greenback outbreak in New York, and the various public authorities within New York were operating independently, with no mutual supervision and no cooperation at all.

However, these people in front of them understood very well the situation they were facing, and they knew that the burden of "restoring order in the city" was almost beyond their ability.

However, those who stayed behind all unanimously placed this incompetent burden on themselves and their subordinates, because there was no other way; maintaining public order and handling police incidents were still necessary.

If someone had told Piroz, before the Greenback virus outbreak, that one day his entire "NYPD" would be reduced to just a few hundred people, he would have laughed.

But today this is indeed the case...

Not to mention hundreds of people, these are the only people that could come out from the 26th Precinct today.

"Tell your colleagues that they don't have to fight hard today."

Determine the target location, focus on the fully automatic firepower points, and then arrange the shooting order according to the difficulty.

Kill the SMG shooter with two quick shots, then knock out the Shotgun shooter behind the counter.

Raphael jumped out of the bunker, holding the assault rifle in one hand and jumped to the door of the restaurant. He threw two smoke bombs in, and when the smoke filled the entire space, he quickly walked into the restaurant filled with white smoke.

"what--!"

Taking advantage of the ceasefire caused by the smoke covering the restaurant, a shadow rushed out of his hiding position and quickly approached the culprit of the smoke, trying to seize a chance of survival.

The heavy footsteps attracted Raphael's attention. She turned around and fired two shots, but this time they were not aimed at the forehead, but at the thigh.

One of the 6.8mm full-power bullets hit the robber's thigh. He felt his steps suddenly slow down, but he still rushed forward half a step due to inertia.

As a result, his legs lost strength quickly and he immediately fell to his knees. He looked back and saw a leg wearing thermal pants on the ground. The shoe was familiar, with skin and a piece of bone residue on the broken surface.

Then, I felt a sharp pain, like being stung by honey.

After a while, it started to swell and hurt again, so much pain that he wanted to scream.

The robber felt that his left leg had lost feeling. After a while, he felt dizzy and wanted to sleep.

At this time, Raphael walked up to him.

The guy raised his pistol suddenly, and she grabbed the holster.

"boom--"

The pistol was lifted up just in time, and the only bullet fired landed on the ceiling.

The slide that was supposed to return was grasped tightly, and it was useless even if the index finger was holding the trigger.

She did not fight with the robber, but kicked him out. As she stepped back, she twisted her waist to the left, and only slightly adjusted her steps as she pointed the gun downward.

"Bang, bang..."

Two shots hit the other robber. He fell to the ground, his chest felt like he had been hit twice, and the air in his lungs seemed to be forced out, and his breathing stopped.

He struggled desperately and opened his mouth to try to breathe, but it seemed that he could no longer breathe and he could not take in any air with his mouth open.

"Fuck, I failed..."

When he was able to breathe again, blood and water came out of his nose and mouth every time he took a breath. He felt a tearing pain in his chest every time he took a breath, and every rise and fall of his chest gave him a more severe feeling of suffocation.

When he raised his head with all his strength, he was shocked to find a pitch-black gun muzzle in front of him.

"boom!"

The sound of a gunshot after being silenced is just nicer.

A bloody hole appeared on the robber's forehead, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a corpse.

Raphael shot the gangster to death, then turned around without stopping, holding the XM5 assault rifle and finding the guy whose leg she had just broken and who had been kicked.

This person has a strong willpower and has not yet gone into deep shock.

He tried hard to keep his eyes open, and when he saw the culprit appear, his eyes only flashed, and there was no other physical reaction.

With just one look, Raphael knew that the man was dead.

The femoral artery had stopped gushing, and the veins and other branches were dripping, forming small puddles in the low areas of the restaurant.

Chapter 8 Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

"All Clear!"

Raphael lowered his gun, slowly walked out of the restaurant, and said to the stunned police officer outside: