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

In addition, there are some technical positions in the factory, which are held by people who have served as foremen (warrant officers).

So, does Vic John on the assembly line have a chance to tell the CEO of the factory that he is dissatisfied with certain conditions in the factory?

The answer is no.

In a strictly controlled environment, they don't have the opportunity to meet. Even if this happens one day, Vic may be fired or suppressed later.

That's why they're stuck in New York now. Unhappy with the status quo, but without any chance to express it.

And this time, Charles Bilis's action to assist Raphael in rebuilding communications was that "unexpected" situation.

"So, you are an angel investor," Vic concluded, "but you are a Navy man. I can't possibly attend the Navy's Officer Training School. That would be seen as a betrayal."

"But that doesn't mean I can't provide you with the recommendation and place you need," Raphael replied with a smile.

The Research Bureau is indeed mainly composed of civilian employees, but this does not mean that all of them are civilian employees. There are also people from the uniformed team, and there is no shortage of senior officers from the Navy, Air Force, Army and Marine Corps.

Many people who served here entered the Ministry of National Defense to continue their service in the future, and many of them were awarded generals.

It was not difficult for Raphael to get a letter of recommendation. With the letter of recommendation, the admission quota would naturally fall into Vic's hands.

It should be noted that the meanings of obtaining a recommendation letter from a senior military officer and obtaining a recommendation from a service unit are completely different. The former will have a strong personal color, while the latter can only prove that your ability and knowledge meet the standards.

Although he had already laid his cards on the table, Raphael was somewhat worried that this decisive and observant sergeant would not accept the investment, since they would soon have to risk their lives in an unknown place.

After listening to her words, "Matador" Vic John looked at the dust rising from the road ahead and got into the car.

"Candidate officer..." Vic murmured, "I'd better survive first."

With this answer, Raphael knew that his heart was moved.

So she and her two little followers got on the Hummer, and Vic skillfully started the engine and turned around to return to the safe zone.

She looked out the window.

Perhaps because of the month, the paleness of the snow has already had a hint of green. The wind blows gently, and the new buds between the branches of the dead trees tremble slightly, smiling shyly.

The sun, which had not been seen for several days, was now hanging on the edge of the clouds, casting its warm rays. Moist steam passed over my nose, and the snow began to melt.

“Will there be progress on recycling?” Vic said.

"Yes, it will be available soon."

It will be on the shelves tomorrow, and you will win if you get 10 subscriptions.

Burning money is too old-fashioned. It doesn’t seem to be a good time to rehash old stuff now. It’s good enough if someone watches it.

The same is true for the entire territory, which is basically in a cold state.

In addition, the human-shaped perspective positioning screens out the interests of most people.

Due to the influence of the timeline choice, this part of the plot relies only on the money-burning world timeline summarized by the players for reference, which makes some readers a little dizzy. I am really sorry.

There may be other problems, but I haven't noticed them yet. If anyone has noticed them, please give me some advice. Thank you (thank you).

Finally, I pray that the subscriptions will be in even numbers.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Chapter 89 Night Raid (Subscribe, vote)

Considering the environment around the new Ranger forward base, Raphael herself was not very interested at all. She thought that standing here, surrounded by tall buildings, only crazy people would feel good.

Like everyone else, she felt like the bottom of a fish tank.

Carl Jacob agreed with Raphael's opinion. He was well aware that the Rangers' regular military strength was seriously insufficient - Company B had the least personnel changes among the three combat companies, so this was an extremely important signal.

In view of the needs of the next mission, it must cut off the four roads around Bryant Park to prevent the ELID infected from interfering with the recovery troops from the rear.

But nothing is perfect in New York, Jacob thought, and if he wanted to avoid repeating the same mistakes, he would have to send someone to die.

The recent frequent personnel transfers and conversations all indicate that the lieutenant colonel has made the decision to send someone to his death.

Who died? Company B barely made any adjustments, and nearly half of the new recruits from Company A were assigned to Company C to strengthen their strength…

Jacob looked back at Raphael, automatically thinking she was the cause of the change.

Although he was still not sure, the mobilization of technical equipment in the past few days, the spread of talk about "going home" in the army, and the current changes have made him begin to believe it.

Jacob thought that if we wanted to complete the original mission, we must establish a stronghold here; if we wanted to prevent the enemy from entering here from the south and east and threatening the safe zone they had opened up, the only way was to establish a stronghold here.

In short, this is a place where you can attack or defend.

Jacob kept reminding himself of the good reasons for setting up camp here.

According to the arrangement, this is also the first evacuation point. As long as they can complete the mission, the Ministry of National Defense promises to arrange an evacuation helicopter for them.

So Jacob opened up two open spaces in the park that could accommodate large helicopters taking off and landing at the same time.

The arrangements for the two main avenues were: the 1st Platoon of Company B, led by Lieutenant Maxwell Johnson; and the 1st Platoon of Company A, led by Lieutenant Mark Cleveland.

They spent most of the day inspecting the surroundings, clearing trees for the future checkpoint, and building HESCO blast walls.

In addition, they completely blocked the passage on the other side of the building facing the street with debris to ensure that no one except them could enter the building.

As the last rays of sunlight faded from the horizon, the remnants of Company B and Company A of the 2nd Ranger Battalion welcomed their first full night in Bryant Park.

Raphael was dozing off near the landing zone with her gun in her arms when bullets suddenly flew over her head, some of which hit the blast wall.

"...What's wrong?" The guard stood up instantly after hearing the whooshing sound, and turned on the machine with 0 delay and 1 second, for fear that he would die if he was a second late.

"Someone tried to break into our camp," Raphael replied.

She switched to thermal vision and saw a number of cables flying out from the southwest direction, which was under the command of Lieutenant Mark Cleveland.

The lieutenant and his men took advantage of the terrain and began to fight back at the enemy.

The attack lasted ten minutes and was more like harassment than an attack.

For about an hour, the Rangers in the defense area kept firing back, but failed to elicit any response from the enemy. Only some ELID infected people came out to join in the fun.

Later, Lieutenant Cleveland stopped the order to return fire and rejected the exploration plan proposed by his subordinates. They were unfamiliar with the area and worried about an ambush.

But the situation is clear: Welcome to Bryant Park.

"I'll go and lend a hand." Raphael switched back to normal human vision, picked up the XM250 machine gun, and walked towards Sixth Avenue.

"Shouldn't we help Cleveland's platoon?" the guard asked.

"The test over there is over. Sixth Avenue, which is under the charge of Platoon Leader Maxwell, needs help. It was just a test just now. I don't know what will happen next."

Two hours later, before the sun rose, just as the guards frequently cast questioning glances at her, Raphael grasped the hand of the handle and moved it, the safety was turned off, and the thermal imaging equipment connected in series with a rail bracket helped her discover the enemies who were sneaking around and taking turns to cover each other as they moved forward.

Not to mention, the moving figures in the world of black, white and gray are indeed like that. Every time they travel on the road, they have a strong purpose, which is to reach the next location that can provide concealment.

As far as she knew, there were only two forces in the City That Never Sleeps that could achieve this level. One was the Rangers, and the other was the SHD agents stationed in the post office.

Now she is standing with the Rangers, which means the enemy outside is an SHD agent.

Raphael smiled slightly, sent a confirmation message to the "Hundred-eyed Giant" on standby, and then set her sights on the target that was obviously farthest away. The task that person was responsible for should be similar to her role at the moment.

"I'm sorry, everyone will die, but today it's your turn to die first."

boom--!

The sudden explosion made the camp noisy. The searchlights were immediately turned to the maximum, and the soldiers on duty and on leave rushed to their posts at the beckoning of their sergeant captain.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The highlighted black figure moved slightly, and then fell silent.

"What's going on?!" Jacob rushed to Raphael while fastening the Velcro on his tactical vest. "Why did you shoot?"

"The enemy is coming," she answered loudly.

"Not here, follow me!"

When Raphael and Jacob stood side by side again, Raphael smiled slightly, not taking the serious situation seriously. Jacob noticed her smile and blinked like a child.

The gunfire ended as suddenly as it had begun.

After the SHD agents found that their attack was blocked, they decisively chose to retreat. After the survivors turned on the searchlights, the plan of infiltration in the dark was naturally declared bankrupt.

In the two attacks at night, only a few people were slightly injured.

"Order the technical soldiers to speed up the process. The installation of monitoring and automatic turrets must not be delayed!" Bilis' voice came out of the radio with a severe crackling noise.

Jacob responded with the phone in his hand, "Yes, I'll ask them to speed it up."

After he dealt with Bilis, he looked at Raphael for a long time with the eyes of a treasure, his eyebrows and eyes full of joy.

"You are my lucky star. Thank you for the defense against the ELID infected last time and for what you did just now."

"Well... just a small matter?"

"Mike? Mike!" Jacob yelled into the phone again after a while: "This is Carl... How's your situation, Mike? Is everything packed up? I'll come to you right away."

It seems that the news reported over the radio is not good news.

Raphael sat in a chair, holding a cup of warm coffee in his hand, calculating the time in his mind. Now all he had left was the map saved by Lieutenant Colonel Bilis.

No, you don't necessarily need the Ranger's map. There is also a survey map in the hands of the New York "Purifiers" gang.

In the data storage space, she found the information sent by DARPA, as well as the mission briefings and various maps of the original "Griffin" team.

In this case, we need to prepare a backup plan.

Chapter 90 Alternative Options

The area held by the Cyclops Squad became relatively quiet.

What if Doug Sutton didn't know that the reason for the silence was not because the survivor army was tired and stopped its activities at this time, the only reason was that they were now deploying troops and adjusting to the direction required for subsequent operations.

He opened the map and compared it with the information Raphael had sent him - Bryant Park, the survivor army was planning to open a channel and try to cut the city center in half.

From time to time, rumbling sounds could be heard from the south on the left, but it was quiet here - but this was the silence according to the City That Never Sleeps' understanding of the word.

There are occasional explosions outside the dark zone.

I don't know how the second wave of agents and their commanders handled it. Sometimes here, sometimes there, it was impossible to really quiet down. There was always a small group of monsters that tried to occupy part of the city through gunfights like wild spawns.

But all this is more like harassment than fighting, making it difficult for them to sleep well.

What the SHD agents are doing now is to make the survivor army settle down and bring back all the soldiers who were sent out.

The painful feeling of having nothing to do was probably stronger in Doug Sutton's heart than the simple human joy that he was alive and that his chances of dying were less than before.

During the days on standby, a special living condition was formed in the temporary hiding place, surrounded by both optimism and pessimism. This kind of life, with its unique calmness, unique perseverance, unique madness, and sometimes its black humor, surprised them inadvertently.

After four days of silence, it was broken by a sudden order on a sunny early spring morning.

"Order: Invade the napalm production plant in Tandron, hunt down Joe Ferro, and recover all documents and electronic equipment from the Purifier headquarters and the factory..."

"Did Raphael send the order?"

The voice came from behind. Doug turned around and saw Alki looking at him expressionlessly.

"Well, raid the napalm production plant, kill the leader of the Purifiers, and recycle all the data and electronic equipment."

"It seems that the negotiations of the survivors' army have come to a standstill."

“It seems so,” Doug replied.

"address is?"

"A construction site in Tandron."

"That's a bit troublesome."

Alki folded his arms, lost in thought, and then answered in a low voice:

“Even if we can use offline ISAC, it can only tell us the general map status of the construction site...it can’t do anything else.”

"What's the address?" Doug asked.

“The intersection of Sixth Avenue and West 23rd Street.”

Cecilia came out of the bedroom. After listening to Doug's brief description, she frowned and looked at the map.