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

But the problem is not that one person is enlightened and the other is cowardly; the problem lies in the way we view this war, which is both personal and universal.

The agents sent by the Homeland Security Agency firmly believe that the greenback smallpox virus can be conquered, and if they study it to death, it will reveal its flaws.

This is what the agents thought and put into practice, and perhaps the truth is on their side.

The survivor army is completely different, they are fighting for survival; while the agents want to save the situation, so let the agents go into battle.

There is no doubt that due to their different concepts and styles of doing things, the two sides gradually changed from partners fighting side by side to enemies who wanted to kill each other as soon as possible.

In Raphael's opinion, the possibility of winning over the New York agents is very low, because she can't offer tempting enough chips - these people are more or less perfect and idealistic, and once they make up their minds, nothing can change them.

In addition, those agents all have more or less problems with their personalities, which can be seen from the actions of the members of the Cyclops team.

Thinking of the soldiers fighting on the other side, she was satisfied with her decision to choose the position of naval lieutenant.

Right in front of her, the sound of random gunfire was very close. But her gunshot sounded different, dull but with a hint of high pitch.

There was a clear rhythm to the gunshots. She shot as she moved forward. Her goal was very clear: to kill all non-friendly personnel in the corridor.

Raphael kept changing his posture, slipping from this desk to squatting behind a plastic green plant not far away. After firing two shots to kill the target, he lowered his body and slid to the workstation on the opposite side.

In the eyes of David Bruce and Sean Clemons behind her, she was like a kitten that had found its toy, agile and nimble, and feeling as if she was in her own deserted place.

The thugs who had firmly occupied the advantageous terrain were caught off guard, and several of them were shot dead before they even realized that someone was coming from behind.

The bullets that were constantly fired turned into the Grim Reaper's scythe, reaping the lives of sinners for Him.

"Da da da," a guy standing on the desk didn't even know how to find a hiding place. He just stood there and shot stupidly like Rambo. He immediately became Raphael's next target.

After a few seconds of rampage, he was hit by two bullets and rolled off the table.

Raphael immediately pulled out an offensive grenade and threw it towards the place where the most gunfire was coming from.

boom!

"Damn it, Communications Team, is that you?!"

An angry voice sounded in the headphones.

"I am, who are you?"

"Don't throw explosives at us, damn, it's hot, hot, hot... it's hot."

Vic John frantically patted the small flames on his clothes. He gasped, pressed PTT and said, "Assholes, you almost killed us."

"I'm sorry, didn't I ask you to attract attention by the door?"

Raphael's voice was righteous and he showed no intention of reflecting on himself. Instead, he began to blame Team C for the sudden intrusion.

“That’s what we do.”

"Oh, then please pay attention. I'm at your 3 o'clock position. Don't make any mistake."

Raphael twisted her waist and upper body, aimed at the hooded black man who was squatting at the 9 o'clock position of her, and fired three "puffs". The guy trembled all over and fell limply on the table.

"Asshole, damn it, you almost hit us! You made a mistake!"

"Oh, this is a bullet problem, it has nothing to do with me, hey."

Someone cursed in the headphones, and then he said something bad about Raphael, but she didn't care anymore.

At this time, the head of the communications team had completely walked out from behind the thugs and entered a very close-range combat state. The thugs entrenched in this area finally realized who had ambushed them, and the exchange of fire between the two sides became increasingly fierce.

Chapter 85 Landmines

The development of things was so unexpected, yet so in line with the normal trend.

No matter how the thugs trapped in the middle resisted, they eventually became victims of Raphael's gun.

"Clear everything, it's safe in here." After she said that, she turned around and squatted beside a corpse, reaching out to roll up the dead man's sleeves.

The familiar tattoo pattern covered the entire arm, and even the back of the neck.

She didn't know what to say about the people in the Kes Gang. They were obviously starving of daily necessities, but they were still able to expand the tattoo business. They were quite creative.

Raphael discovered that many members of the Lex Gang had tattoos of different sizes, and people like this were often the leaders of these urban gangs.

"You are from the communications team, right?"

Raphael looked up and saw a red-faced, white-browed man wearing a helmet standing by and said, "You did a great job."

She could only explain that this would help the reconnaissance platoon whose attack was blocked, and because the robbers' attention was focused on the stairwell on the east side, the risk of sneaking in from the west was not high.

"Thank you anyway," he said, half-pulling the bolt handle to check the loaded bullets in the chamber. "Next, you should follow behind us. It will be safer this way."

There was nothing wrong with this arrangement, and it made the two little tails very happy. She thanked them and retreated to the back of the Qinglou troops.

There were more than a dozen office floors like this one, and at the current rate, it would take until the evening to finish. The order issued by Lieutenant Colonel Bilis was very clear: they must occupy this building.

In order to meet communication needs, the survivor army expanded its control area for the first time since shrinking its defense zone.

Such a drastic action was enough to alert all parties in the City That Never Sleeps, and the most intense reaction came from the agents representing justice.

However, Bilis will handle these matters. If he cannot control the situation, there is no value in winning him over. In other words, Raphael will choose to take action, leave after getting the surveying map, and take the Hundred-eyed Giant team alone to complete the recovery work.

There was no conversation along the way. The people above were fighting and killing each other, and from time to time there were logistics soldiers running up with a grunt to replenish supplies for Qinglou's reconnaissance platoon.

In the basement, technical soldiers were monitoring the operation of the generator, and some technical soldiers who were familiar with mechanics were checking the condition of the elevator.

If possible, they planned to repair one of them and then transport the communications equipment up.

This is not only to help Raphael contact the Ministry of Defense, they also want to use this thing to rebuild contact with the Ranger Command and the Army Special Operations Command, and seek help from superiors and friends.

At least you should know the reasons for giving up on them.

Raphael expressed her objection, but only the major named Noah Stanley supported her opinion - after all, he was an outsider. The rest chose to support Bilis, even the battalion sergeant major.

Don't you want to think about why you can't get in touch? Two months ago, the radio wave communication conditions were not that bad. She was able to connect directly to DARPA's communication satellite in the infection isolation area.

The infected quarantine area at that time is today's "dark zone", and there is only one possibility that the Rangers could not contact the mission command center, and the mission commander decided to cut off their communication.

Whether it was voluntary or forced, this was an obvious signal.

Perhaps at this time, the new 75nd Battalion of the th Ranger Regiment has been established and is in full swing of training.

Everyone had guessed this possibility, and except for the major who clearly expressed a different opinion, the rest of the people still held on to their hopes.

Maybe he'll find his conscience?

Raphael felt that their favorability towards the scumbag seemed a little too high, but she didn't say much. Instead, she wanted to see what the other side's reaction and actions would be after the contact was established.

It's a bit of a watch-for-fun attitude.

She didn't mind borrowing some resources to add fuel to the fire in this matter.

One is a legion of 800 people that they threw away as garbage, and the other is a brand new legion of 800 people that is being formed. This should cause quite a political earthquake, right?

Considering the position and situation this unit is facing, it should be embarrassing for many people.

Raphael began to look forward to what would happen.

"Don't you like the lieutenant colonel's decision?" said Vic John.

"Well, the mines planted two months ago will be detonated after you establish contact with your superiors. Maybe not that soon, but..."

"It will have a serious impact on your next decision, right?" Vic keenly grasped what Raphael was thinking. She smiled slightly and stretched out her hand to Raphael, "Vic John."

Vic was indeed a talkative person. He asked questions like a machine gun, like a lively sparrow, and got all the information about the world outside the blockade from Raphael.

He stared at the girl intently through the lenses of his tactical glasses, full of kindness, as if to say, "Hey, hey, can you tell me something interesting?"

When it was his turn to speak, he would always touch the M4A1 in his hand first, then pull out the magazine to look at the pre-loaded bullets inside, and before reinserting it, he would carefully look at the ejection port.

This delay made Raphael reluctant to answer his questions, so he answered them briefly and simply, saying that some unexpected things had happened since the incident in New York.

Vic quickly realized the other party's intention to keep his mouth shut, so he stopped asking Raphael and started talking about himself.

He said that he had been enlisted in the army for almost five years and had accumulated enough promotion points before coming here. He would be promoted to sergeant and deployed to this unfortunate place soon.

"What are you thinking about now? This is hell on earth?" Raphael asked, thinking silently in her heart that she was not a professional psychologist and had no intention of solving other people's distress.

"To be fair, I hope I can leave smoothly." Vic didn't seem to notice the sarcasm in Raphael's question, or he didn't want to notice it at all. "Everyone seems to be overwhelmed by the possibility of leaving, and they intentionally or unintentionally ignore the word 'maybe', and of course there are some more general ideas."

"So what do you think?" Raphael asked.

"How should I answer you, Lieutenant?"

This time, Vic checked his tactical vest, took out the small map and looked at it carefully, his eyes looking more like he was looking at the future that was about to arrive.

"Many soldiers and officers of my age who are still alive have their own families and lives outside. Returning to normal is the most normal choice, but as you said... there are many unknown secrets here, like landmines that can explode at any time."

Chapter 86 Attacking the Heart

Vic felt sad, not knowing what the future would be like.

He angrily recalled a diary-style short story about urban survival that he had read two years ago. The book said:

“You can’t prevent all bad things from happening, but you can certainly prevent one thing: being caught completely off guard by something unexpected.

This may sound a bit sly, but in an apocalyptic world, most people will die in the first week, or in the first month when the city's systems start to collapse, and there won't be enough tombstones to carve them all."

As a soldier of the 2nd Ranger Battalion, Vic had no chance to prepare at all. All the supplies he depended on for survival were provided by the logistical strength of the "army".

There is no need to describe the Ranger's experience in too many words. He has suffered enough from those bad experiences. The reason why he has not collapsed yet is actually very simple. The Ranger organization still exists, and he still wants to return to his family alive.

These thoughts flashed through his mind all of a sudden, but he said nothing, just sighed.

The book also said: "You see, if you have water, you won't die of thirst; if you have food, you won't die of hunger; if you have a blanket and a house to stay in, you won't freeze to death; if you have hydrogen peroxide, you can prevent fatal infections."

The content it records can only cope with general doomsday situations. In doomsday environments like collapsed contaminated areas, those survival knowledge will not have much meaning.

"Are you feeling unhappy?" Raphael asked attentively after hearing the sigh.

"I...what could possibly happen to me!" Vic answered insincerely, "But it's enough to feel that I'm still alive..."

He felt that the short, chestnut-haired girl behind him was trustworthy and waved sadly.

"Is it enough to just be alive?" Raphael said, even nudging Vic's elbow with the butt of his MOE rifle as if to comfort him.

“It is not enough to be alive, we should complete the given task, make those who abandoned us pay the price, and finally achieve a reversal;

It couldn't be worse than it is now. The greenback smallpox virus killed a small part of the city's population, and the collapse radiation killed the original recovery team... It doesn't matter, we have reached the bottom, no matter how embarrassing it is, we can't go down any further."

"So now is the time to turn things around!" Vic blurted out. He didn't notice, or had stopped noticing, the change in title.

"Not bad, or to be more precise, roughly good," Raphael agreed, as if he hadn't noticed, or just pretended not to notice the other person's emotions, "But now many things are developing according to a bad script..."

"What are they doing this for?" Vic felt a little dissatisfied.

Deep down he was searching for comfort, but he resisted the temptation to believe too easily in things that could give him comfort.

"Yes," Raphael said after a pause, "some people have boasted and exaggerated things, including overestimating our pre-mission preparations, which is now clear.

However, this does not mean that we should go to the other extreme and underestimate our potential because of the initial failure of the mission. We have huge potential, which even we ourselves have not been able to truly understand so far, let alone me as an outsider.

I say this with confidence because I understand the problem.”

"Why would it be considered an underestimate to devote an entire combat battalion and a Tier-1 team to the mission?" Vic said. "Do any of us want to underestimate it? It's just... just..."

"Is it just that we were unable to obtain a sufficient share of the anti-ELID infection drug?"

Raphael chuckled at an inappropriate time. She took out the anti-ELID solution that was distributed to a small number of elite troops. She looked at Vic and his team members and said:

"I got this syringe from the National Guard."

She concealed the true identity of "National Soldier Joey Danny", who had already evacuated Manhattan with his observation team. Even if Vic wanted to confirm the identity of these National Soldier, he had no chance.

"...How is this possible?" A soldier couldn't help but whispered, "We are..."

"Shut up and don't say anything more," Vic stopped him.

"Where is your home?" Raphael changed the subject.

"Memphis, Tennessee."

"Have you been away from Memphis long?"