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

"What's wrong? Do you feel like the duck you have caught might fly away?" Noah came over with two cups. As he handed them to Jacob, he glanced at the alert girl in the distance.

"Vodka? Where did you get it from?" Jacob asked in surprise.

He looked at the table made of ammunition boxes and found a lot of good things, all of which were dishes made from canned food, with different colors and flavors.

There was an exquisite can opener next to it. Jacob took it down, put the small ring on the special small bolt of the can, and opened the can.

Noah glanced at the label on the can. "Are you planning to send it to that lieutenant? This is fruit. It's very valuable."

"Well, if you use someone, you have to repay them."

"Are you interested?" Noah said jokingly.

"I don't know, and..." Jacob scratched his cheek with his fingers and said in an uncertain tone: "It feels like we are from two different worlds. From the very beginning, we have been two parallel lines that will never intersect."

"Don't be so desperate."

"Don't forget who we are," Jacob reminded. "We are rebels at heart."

"Who cares? As long as we are valuable enough, those people in Washington will also recognize our status and restore our reputation."

"Washington? Haha."

Jacob is much more informed. Except for the Marines who remain in the White House, the president, his staff, the State Department and other agencies have all moved to Camp David. Congress has temporarily moved to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and the Supreme Court is also located in Philadelphia.

He has now seen through those selfish bastards.

"Thank you for your hard work. I called you here at short notice." He said as he handed over a can of fruit.

Raphael did not answer. He fired a new shot steadily before speaking:

"When can I see Lieutenant Colonel Bilis?"

"Why are you so persistent in seeing him?" Jacob asked.

"Isn't he your commander? He is the one who can grant authorization for long-distance communications like this."

"Satellite communications. Indeed, this is your only possibility to leave New York."

Jacob placed the can next to Raphael and said, "Eat it later. We don't have many clean canned fruits here. Besides, this is my reward to you as a naval lieutenant for participating in this battle."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Raphael listened to the footsteps going away and looked back. What did this mean? "As a lieutenant in the navy", was it implying that they had become rebels?

Well, it doesn't matter if they are rebels or not, as long as she can get the information she wants. Nothing else matters. If a large-scale rebellion really occurs, she shouldn't be the one who has to worry.

Raphael's goal is always very accurate, just grab everything he can in front of him, that's all.

Sometimes the odds are stacked against you, and bad things happen all at once, and you just think, “That’s it, this is the end for me.” In this situation, you either try to accept it or find a way to deal with it.

It's that simple.

You just need to think about solving the problem, remove the stones that are blocking the way, think of various ways to solve one problem, and then move on to the next problem.

Repeat this cycle, and when you have solved enough problems, you will find that the original problem has been solved.

Raphael sat cross-legged, took out his cutlery and slowly enjoyed the canned pineapple.

Sugar water is precious, and pineapple is even more precious. Humanoids also have appetites, and the crappy MRE stuff is really disgusting. No matter how she mixes it, it can't save the bad taste.

As for fruit, I haven’t eaten it for a long time.

The feeling of sweetness exploding in her mouth was so wonderful. She held her cheek with one hand and squinted her eyes to enjoy it. No matter what she ate after the battle, she would feel happy.

But, "Am I a human being?" she thought to herself.

Chapter 78 Negotiation (4K)

"Are you allowed to come in?"

"come in."

A short soldier in camouflage uniforms without any rank or identification opened the door. He nodded slightly, motioning Raphael to enter the office.

After she walked in, she stopped and saluted, and said, "Raphael, Lieutenant, it's a pleasure to see you here."

Charles Bilis returned the salute from his chair and stared in silence at his unexpected visitor.

He knew that the girl in front of him must not be treated with her "weak" appearance, but should be alert and handled with caution.

She had hacked into his radio channel more than a dozen hours ago, otherwise his contact with the patrol would not have been so friendly.

"Please sit down. I have something to look at. Can you wait a moment?" he said.

"Thank you for your time," Raphael replied, sitting down on the squeaking stool.

She displayed the good manners of a "girl", took off her cap and placed it on her knees, sitting on the stool properly.

Bilis took the time to take a closer look at the "good girl" Raphael. Her hair was very thick, with a few tufts of slightly curly chestnut hair hanging on her forehead.

Her eyes were completely light blue, a beautiful color that is rare.

Bilis then turned his attention to the present and carefully read the battle report from last night.

The newly trained soldiers have basically been integrated into the army, and the night combat losses are much lower than expected.

Perhaps it was because they found the behavioral characteristics of ELID-infected people and made arrangements based on local conditions that they were able to keep casualties to a minimum.

However, the price was the consumption of ammunition, and the number finally reported to him was quite shocking, basically at the limit of what they could bear.

If you can hold on for another 34 hours, you will get new airdrop supplies.

The feeling of having one's fate completely controlled by others is not a good one at all, but he can do nothing about the current situation.

Needless to say, the whole situation is clear. They are in a trapped state without logistical supplies - low-pressure grenades and mortar shells need to be saved; although there are more ammunition, it also needs to be saved; hot food is only supplied every night; drinking water also needs to be saved.

However, the quartermasters of each company were not in a hurry to report the matter, as they must have some surplus in their hands.

After two months of fighting, many people's clothes were torn, and those in good condition were worn out and dirty - these things are familiar to anyone who has been on the front line for a few months.

Winter clothes are easy to deal with and can be recycled from shopping malls and stores that are not contaminated.

Even if it is necessary to recycle from a shopping mall full of greenback virus, it will go through the process of high-temperature boiling and disinfection. Only in this way can the infection rate be minimized.

What troubled the quartermasters was the issue of uniform clothing. They managed to find camouflage uniforms from large shopping malls, but there were small problems with the patterns and colors.

Mostly Army style camouflage or random prints thrown in by the manufacturer.

After correcting the documents in his hand, he opened the certificate submitted by Raphael.

The material, number and other information of the certificate are all true because he also has the same certificate.

However, he felt quite strange that there was only a first name written in the name column, but no last name.

Bilis put down his officer's ID, straightened his back as was his habit during conversations, and rolled up a cigarette to let people know that the conversation was about to officially begin.

"Have you been in town long?" he asked Raphael.

"I was here in mid-December, and I was in the white area before that," Raphael said, nodding slightly to lend credibility to her statement.

"Is your home here?"

"Yes," Raphael smiled, "In the Dark Zone."

She repeated it with a sad air and sighed.

"It's not enough to just say this is the place. The address is... You can send someone to check it out."

"So that's the case……"

"Yes... When I came back for vacation in December, New York was still prosperous. It was a peaceful time that was unimaginable. There used to be a park behind this house, but I think you should use it now."

"Yes, it is being used," Bilis confirmed. "There are only a few trees left, but it will be a matter of time before they are cut down."

"Yes, yes, make full use of the limited space."

They both fell silent at the same time.

"Okay, how about we make it public?" Bilis suggested first.

"How should I put it?"

"Everyone who fights here is having a hard time because we are so close to the pollution center, but it is obvious that our situation is better than those mobs. I am really having a hard time...

Because I know every corner here, every corner, really - you have to understand that I am not just saying nice things. Yes, we didn't expect that the virus was even more difficult to deal with than the virus in the white area outside.

No one expected that the dead people could get up and become as hard as metal. Small-caliber bullets would just tickle them and it would be difficult to cause fatal injuries to them.

"I've already experienced how powerful they are."

"I suppose so."

Bilis took a few puffs of his cigarette and looked at Raphael in a studying manner. He said:

"You are definitely not from the navy, at least you don't work for the navy, but I am sure you are a soldier. So, please tell me your true purpose."

“First of all, I do want to borrow your high-power communication antenna or satellite phone to report the situation here;

Secondly, I hope to get the map of radiation calculations of the collapse of the Midtown area during the construction of the Dark Zone...

Of course, it would be even better if you could tell me exactly where it is.”

"Who are you?" Bilis held her ID. "This is a top-secret mission. How could a soldier like you be exposed to it... No, you are from JSOC, or a member of an unknown group in the Ministry of Defense!"

"No, no, yes, no... You don't need to guess my unit, because you don't need to know."

"Why not?" The lieutenant colonel calmed down.

"I can report that the Rangers persevered in attempting to complete the mission and made a significant contribution in the recovery process."

Raphael made an offer he couldn't refuse.

“In addition, I can prove that your manifesto was forged by renegade agents. Because they managed to obtain and hijack the military wireless network, and used AI technology to synthesize your voice to spread rumors.

This dealt a huge blow to the Rangers, who were already struggling."

"Do you think this rhetoric can fool those cunning people?" Bilis asked back.

"Why not?" Rafael retorted in his own words, "I think this is a very good deal. It can not only save the face of the US military, but also get the support of the Department of Homeland Security."

"Wait, why does the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) need support?" Billis was a little confused and he became serious.

"Because the Strategic Homeland Security Department (SHD) is organized under the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), but the DHS has no command over it because of Act 51. On the contrary, because of this damn decree, when it is activated, the Department of Homeland Security will be under the jurisdiction of the Strategic Homeland Security Department..."

"Have you even considered this?"

Raphael acted confident: "I believe you have heard, Lieutenant Colonel. There are only a few civil servants left in Washington to keep the city running. The three major departments have moved away. This is the opportunity."

“The White House, the Supreme Court and Congress,” Bliss said.

“But the Department of Defense and the Department of Homeland Security are still operating normally around Washington.”

"But……"

"I know you have great concerns," Raphael said, "but this is one of the few opportunities you and your men can seize. At least you don't want people to stand in front of your tombstone and say, 'You really shouldn't have taken this step, otherwise you could have been a good soldier.' But you left..."

"Is this a threat?"

"Not really. But not all people can become qualified soldiers all of a sudden. Besides, people make mistakes. What's really valuable is whether they can turn back, isn't it?"

"I agree with this, but there is one thing I want to correct: we have all finally become upright soldiers, but we failed when needed... However, memories are useless. Now our job is to restore order - no matter whether the mistakes in the past were our own or others'."

Charles Bliss tapped his fingers on the flat map in front of him. The dark areas were divided into different colors, and there were numerical descriptions of various colors in the corners.

Although the maps were not complete, these were their last efforts before they withdrew their forces.

He was not very clear about the final destination of the "Griffin" team.

The lieutenant colonel thought for a long time, and finally said: "Well, I can lend you the satellite communication antenna, but I want to listen in on the line when you communicate. Is that acceptable to you, Lieutenant?"

Raphael smiled.

"A good first step is the key to building mutual trust, and I hope this, you know," she added with some joy, "is the right step for you, for me, and for the people you are protecting."

"But this is just the beginning. There will be many difficulties to be solved in the future. Lieutenant, do you have enough confidence?"

"Of course, I'm here to solve the problem." Raphael said, making a gesture with his hand, as if this said everything and showed great confidence.

Charles Bliss laughed.

"One last personal question. You are from the Ministry of Defense, correct?"

"should be."