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

"But the lieutenant colonel's order to us was to wait, not to risk engaging in a melee."

The soldier named Sean Clemons quickly said, "This is very dangerous, and you are our ticket to the outside world, nothing can happen to you."

"I just want an answer, yes or no?"

“Okay, but if you die, don’t become a ghost and disturb us!” Clemens said with his neck flushed.

A strange feeling of misfortune gnawed at him, thinking that the girl before him might be an unprecedented and troublesome problem.

The two looked at each other and very reluctantly pushed down the decorations and abandoned vending machines leaning against the wall before settling down to watch over Raphael's rear.

As Raphael slowly moved forward, he found that the office area on the 7th floor was littered with corpses. Many of them were half-rotten, with their ribs exposed to the air. The pale color of their bones made the environment look extremely eerie.

Apart from these naked bodies, no one else was seen. Of course, this did not mean that there were no other people around.

The Ranger reconnaissance platoon was operating on this floor, and a fierce gun battle was still going on over there.

However, we cannot rule out the possibility that all the thugs here rushed over to provide support because of the gunfight, and we cannot rule out the possibility that the desperate thugs sneaked away.

They were already losing miserably, and in that case they at least had a chance?

Yes, there was a chance, but they had to defeat the communications team that went around to the emergency evacuation stairwell on the west side. This meant they had to face the only operational armed humanoid girl in the world, one that specialized in combat...

But when Raphael came up, he met only one person.

She held the XM5, ready to fire at any time, and carefully stepped over the bodies on the ground until she saw a corner in the public corridor of the office building...

The man in a suit who was standing quietly at the corner turned around instantly and rushed towards her.

Raphael only saw a guy in a tattered suit suddenly appear in front of him, and then turned around at an astonishing speed. He was so agile that he didn't look like a dead person. No, he didn't look like a severely ELID infected person.

The gleaming black arm filled her field of vision, and the sudden change forced her to stumble back. Her feet collided in panic, causing her to fall backwards.

The infected person in front, who was obviously excited, pounced on him like a starving ghost who had not eaten for hundreds of years.

Raphael pushed it up expressionlessly, and his cold and hard shoulders reminded her that this was an inhuman monster that was making rapid progress towards silicon metal.

Mr. Metal opened his mouth as wide as he could and moved his neck up and down as if he were a delicious delicacy. His stiff arms and hands also kept trying to push away the hands that were supporting his body.

"Uh-huh——"

"Fuck you, do I look so delicious! Huh?"

Raphael bent his elbows slightly, raised his left foot and pressed it against his chest, exerting force with his waist, abdomen and legs, "Hey, get out of my way!"

She has been playing the role of a weak girl for two days and almost forgot her real identity.

Silicon's rapidly growing body had returned to being heavy, but not to the point where her leg joints could no longer bear the weight. However, Raphael found it very strange, how did these ELID infected people gain weight?

They don't eat, and so the trace element silicon in their bodies begins to increase rapidly out of thin air.

Conventional high-energy rays - such as gamma rays, beta rays, etc. - cause ionization and excitation of biological macromolecules when passing through the body of a living organism, destroying the body's nucleic acids, proteins, enzymes and other substances with life functions, causing damage such as base shedding, base damage, pyrimidine dimer formation, single-strand and double-strand breaks, DNA intra-chain crosslinks and inter-chain crosslinks, DNA-protein crosslinks, etc.

While causing multiple DNA damages, the cell’s repair system is also activated: if the DNA damage caused by radiation is properly repaired, the cell function returns to normal;

If the repair is unsuccessful, incomplete or inaccurate, the cell may die, or it may survive but the genetic information may be altered, causing mutations, chromosomal aberrations or even cancer.

This is the irony of ELID wide-area collapse radiation infection. It changes the human body in ways that humans cannot understand.

Since the ruins were discovered in the early 20th century, humans still have not been able to explain the collapse radiation with a complete theory.

The understanding of this thing is still at a very preliminary stage, and its only use is as a crude substitute for explosives.

Raphael picked up the gun with his toes, grabbed it with his hand, lowered the muzzle, aimed at the metallic face, and fired three bullets in succession to ensure that it could never get up from the ground again.

Chapter 83 Safety

Raphael immediately lowered his center of gravity, raised his weapon and walked along the corridor. If a person or ELID infected person appeared, they would be torn apart by the hot metal bullets, and finally emit a deafening scream of pain.

Just falling and screaming would not make the shooter stop firing. Raphael would only continue to let the hot metal block drill into the hard skull.

Even though her target was crumpled to the ground, shaking only as the bullet penetrated the broken body, Raphael would not stop shooting.

It is often difficult to determine the death, especially the death of ELID infected people. Those who are careless will end up like the robbers and thugs who are forced to open a two-way battle.

Not only do they have to endure the regular army's step-by-step encroachment, but they also have to try to get rid of the metal men that sneak in from behind.

Raphael raised her toes and pressed forward. When she was close to the last corner in front of her, she slowly leaned her body sideways, keeping the muzzle of the gun within the normal line extending from the intersection of the corner, and gradually expanded her shooting range and field of vision.

The safest approach was not necessary at this time. The Ranger team that was engaged with the enemy head-on had already attracted the enemy's main attention, and most of the personnel left behind on guard were also paying attention to the battle in the direction of the emergency stairwell on the east side.

After all, ELID infected people move slowly, so as long as you don't get into a fight with them, there is no danger at all.

Besides, those infected were actually not much different from the slow-moving zombies in the movies, except that one body looked relatively well-preserved, while the other was severely decayed and smelled.

Based on these judgments, Raphael chose a more decisive action pattern, cutting corners quickly and clearing the threats in the office areas in front and on both sides.

"Hey, who are you?!"

When Raphael looked over, the muzzle of the gun had also finished pointing. With two shots, the hooded, dirty young man holding an AK raised his head and fell directly to the carpeted floor.

Coming in from the entrance of the floor, turn left and there is a long corridor, now turn right and there is another long corridor, and there is another corner in front, but there is an opening in the middle of the corridor that separates the office areas on both sides.

It looks like the gunfight is mostly concentrated in that area, and the noise sounds close to the east stairwell.

If the office area was divided symmetrically, Raphael could basically be sure that the Ranger Reconnaissance Platoon's unfavorable attack was largely due to terrain factors.

When she passed by the corpse, she acted seriously and responsibly, and after making sure the surrounding area was temporarily safe, she shot the corpse in the forehead again.

She shot every dead body she saw along the way to ensure she was absolutely safe. After all, the story of Navy SEAL Mike Day in 07 was there. He was shot 16 times in the arm, calf and abdomen. The remaining 11 bullets hit his bulletproof vest, and the shock of the grenade made him faint.

Although the terrorist shot him twice in the collarbone with a pistol, it was not fatal.

After he regained consciousness, he used the P226 he was carrying to kill the remaining three terrorists from the rear.

Therefore, the importance of head shots lies here.

The noise of the additional shooting was probably heard by the people trapped inside. A submachine gun stretched out from the gap in the middle corridor and fired a burst of bullets towards the back.

Raphael fired two shots in the direction of the sound and decisively threw a grenade.

When the grenade exploded, she continued to fire and advanced. When she approached the gap in the middle of the corridor to the east, she had already drawn the pistol with her left hand.

The gap that both sides had been waiting for had arrived. Her assault rifle had already used up 20 rounds of bullets, and the man hiding behind the corner with a submachine gun chose to seize this hard-earned opportunity.

Apparently, the opponent had just recovered from the incapacitating state caused by the explosion, and when he sensed that the enemy was close at hand, he decided to take the initiative and fight for his own life.

As soon as the submachine gun stretched out from the corner of the wall, Raphael raised her hand and grabbed it. While holding the submachine gun high, she was already standing in front of the thug, and the pistol was already pointed at his chest.

Bang, bang, bang...

The magazine was emptied in one breath, and his chest was almost shot into a sieve. The lungs, trachea and heart protected by the sternum were turned into a pot of rotten meat by the rolling bullets.

Bright red blood came out of his mouth, and he slowly sat down with his back against the wall. His hands and feet twitched slightly from time to time, but soon became unresponsive.

He replaced the pistol magazine, replaced the assault rifle magazine, and then threw both empty ones into the recycling bag hanging on the tactical vest behind his waist. After confirming that his condition had recovered, Raphael stood there and listened to the gunshots around him.

She squatted at the intersection and listened for a few minutes, paying close attention to those subtle sounds that could frighten people, and then she took a step forward.

What happens next?

Raphael had new expectations and was full of energy. She turned on the radio and said to the two guards who were guarding the stairwell, "This is Raphael, you can come over."

"Received, moving."

Sean Clemons released the PTT button and told his buddies, "She let us through."

"Walk."

David Bruce was very frugal with his words. When he walked into the floor from the stairwell, he also closed the fire door of the emergency evacuation passage to prevent anything else from catching up from behind.

As they walked, Sean suddenly asked, "What do you think of Miss Lieutenant?"

"Safety."

"What do you mean safe? It's dangerous here."

"I mean, this area should be safe." David stepped over the bodies on the ground and steadied his gun before saying, "She dealt with all the bodies she saw on the road. Be careful."

Sean rolled his eyes, "Why not a waste of bullets?"

"People infected with ELID will not necessarily die. The thugs may pass out after being shot, and all of them have fresh bullet holes in their heads, so they are safe." David answered in a serious tone.

He only said this, and then fell silent again.

"Do you think an ordinary naval officer can have this ability? And she's a woman, and she doesn't look very old." Sean said, and it seemed that he had doubts about Raphael's performance.

The Annapolis Naval Academy teaches some basic combat knowledge, but most of the students trained there have to serve at sea or at a naval base. To learn about ground combat, they need to apply to join the special forces in order to receive corresponding training.

It's not the Marine Corps Academy, where the courses focus mainly on ground combat.

"I don't know. Special operations forces rarely recruit female students, and the ban in the field of ground special operations has not been lifted so far." David replied calmly.

"That's really a miracle."

"No, in 18, two female officers passed the Ranger School training and graduated. The Army also has a cultural support team responsible for culturalizing the invasion and going deep into the local area to contact the locals. They also have to take advanced combat courses. Should they also be considered special forces?"

"Ah, that doesn't count. Graduating from Ranger School doesn't mean you can join the Rangers!"

Sean countered, "And the cultural support team rarely participates in combat. It's like joining Delta Force as an EOD explosives expert. They are only considered mission experts, not part of a fixed team."

"Well, that's all."

Chapter 84 Stabbed in the Back

In the tactical communication system, Nari Water received a message from Lieutenant Raphael of the communications team, asking whether the reconnaissance platoon was conducting "effective shooting", meaning whether there was any threat to life.

"Not really," Nery answered, for the enemy's bullets had failed to reach their position.

However, his men were a little annoyed by the dilemma of being unable to go up or down, and the jumping bullets also made them panic. In particular, a sergeant who was forced to stand in the middle of the stairwell immediately refuted his superior's opinion: "Shooting is effective, Lieutenant!" he said.

They had been stuck here for more than ten minutes, and could only spare three people to shoot. This kind of attack was too soft, more like harassment than attack.

To attack the enemy from behind, you have to have someone go back downstairs and go up the stairwell on the other side.

But looking at the current situation, the communications team has left their escort troops behind and came up from the west without permission, and they also said not to fire at the corridor on the west side...

They simply don't have that ability now.

"Grenade." The soldier at the door took out an M67 grenade, pulled the pull ring hard while his teammates were suppressing them with full-automatic fire, and threw it inside when the covering gunfire stopped.

Boom!

The explosion had little effect; the intermittent sound of gunfire never ceased, with bursts of bullets landing on the doorframe or flying out and drilling into the wall of the stairwell.

Damn, that’s annoying.

"This is Raphael, scout, we're getting started," the communications lieutenant said on the radio.

"Start with what?"

Neri seemed a little confused. He couldn't figure out what two guards and a communications officer who looked like a naval fleet could do.

He exhaled a breath of white air, and in order not to reveal his thoughts, he quietly observed his surroundings.

The two captains had confused expressions on their faces, but the captain who was on guard duty at the bottom looked confident and had a creepy smile on his face.

"Nerry, let them keep throwing grenades to draw the attention of the people inside to our side." Vic John said and stood up.

"You are truly worthy of being a bullfighter." Voices of praise came from below.

"Team C will take on the frontal combat mission, and Team B will withdraw."

"but……"

"No buts," he said to Staff Sergeant Schmidt, "How many magazines are left, sir?"

"The last two."

"Change it." Nari could only agree.

Vic led his men up and took over the battle at the door seamlessly. His men formed a two-man cover team, and the rest of the men, including him, formed a firepower team that could rush forward.

The cover team worked very well together, throwing grenades alternately, and Vick and his men rushed in the instant the last grenade exploded.

On the other side, Raphael heard a deafening explosion in front of him, as well as the reverberation of shrapnel scattering through plaster walls and office objects.

The two guards sent by Bilis followed well. They stayed a little further back as she instructed, and kept a certain distance from her no matter how she advanced.

It would be great if the command can be executed accurately.

They have all been exposed to war in one way or another, and although they cannot fully understand the combat mode of the City That Never Sleeps, they all understand one thing - acting recklessly will result in death.

This is the essence of fighting: to live, to live regardless of the consequences.