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

She didn't take it seriously. By the time they figured it out, the encryption algorithm would be of no use.

If it can be assigned to a battalion-level communications officer, it only proves that the people in DARPA's Information Technology Department are just slacking off and are all useless.

There was the roar of a motor on the road outside, followed by a fierce and vigorous sound, and in an instant everything returned to silence.

The combat duty officer wiped the sweat from his forehead, put the headphones that were making sounds in the silence on the table, and then said that everything was normal and the enemies who broke through from the side street were eliminated by the patrol troops.

A few minutes later, a Hummer drove into the park, bypassing the tents, and out jumped out the person she never expected to meet here.

The other party should act as a vanguard and take the lead in the cleanup operation.

This is the captain who accepted the investment not long ago, Sergeant Vic John, now in civilian clothes.

"Hey, what's wrong with this outfit?" Raphael asked.

"I just came back from outside."

"I went to conduct a field survey."

"I can't hide it from you," Vic said, smiling as he unscrewed the kettle and wiped the sweat from his face with his free hand. "From what you know about us, you are not an ordinary shipboard officer at all."

“Personal interest, is it acceptable to you?” Looking at Vic’s dignified look, Raphael couldn’t help but smile and asked.

"What's the more real reason?"

Raphael raised his index finger to his mouth and said, "You don't have enough authority to know why I'm here, so..."

"So, out of personal interest, I accepted it."

However, judging by his deliberate look, he must have kept this matter in mind, fantasizing that one day he would find out the real reason why Raphael appeared here.

Curiosity always pops up when it's not needed, driving people to make choices that offend others.

"Speaking of which, where are you going to be deployed next?" she asked.

"Looking at the lieutenant colonel's arrangements, he's asking us to rest now. Maybe he'll do some activities with you in the end?"

Vic thought that Lieutenant Colonel Bilis must have known about the incident, so he pulled his team back from the front. However, this didn't make sense, as there was no sign of such a thing.

As long as the lieutenant colonel gave the order, their team of six had to obey.

It's the so-called chain of command, and that's it.

"Maybe." Raphael looked at the gradually brightening sky and touched his nose unsatisfiedly. "If it really comes to that, I won't let you participate..."

No matter what, human flesh and blood will only turn into those dry bones outside if they break in.

Maybe robots won't have it any easier.

She clenched her palms, thinking that sometimes excessive simulation was not a good thing.

At the very least, we have to confirm the status of the batch of things, whether they are all broken or part of them have been leaked. This is Harry's request.

However, after being active in New York for so long, she basically came to her own conclusion: in addition to the one that Dr. Gordon opened on his own initiative, there was another part where "accidents" occurred.

Even though we still don't know how the collapse fluid container was delivered to New York, or how it was detonated or dismantled, the situation is now clear.

Both Raphael, who was supported by the DARPA Research Agency, and Lieutenant Colonel Charles Bilis, who had been involved from the beginning, knew that it was time to make a decision.

Raphael stood up and left the tent, taking a step out from the shadows, and the sunlight immediately stung his skin.

The jumping lights reflected on the glass of the buildings on both sides ran wildly everywhere in the field of vision.

There were nearly a hundred soldiers gathered in the center of the park. With everyone gathered in one place like this, one could clearly feel the immense pressure created by the scale.

Chapter 93: Ambush

At the intersection, several soldiers from the survivor army covered their heads with raincoats and took a nap next to the stacked blast-proof wall of the checkpoint.

Everything in the city was silent, there was no sound when checking documents, and there was no sound when giving directions; there was a sense of order everywhere, which made people happy.

As the two Humvee convoy passed the checkpoint and headed south toward the city center, three patrol teams stopped them in succession.

"The quality of the personnel has visibly declined." Perhaps because he was tired of the desolate scenery of the city, Vic John started talking.

Raphael was lost in thought and couldn't react for a moment. He asked in a low voice, "What?"

"I mean, the patrols scattered around the perimeter!"

"Well, he decided."

"How come I haven't heard of it? It's a decision to send someone to their death."

"You should be thankful that you are a registered soldier in the army, and not an ordinary person who was drafted on the spot."

Raphael replied, and Vic pounded on the car door. She looked outside by herself, and her smile only deepened.

The two soldiers in the back row looked out the window at the same time, trying to put the conversation between Raphael and the captain out of their minds. This was not what they should discuss.

A peaceful and calm atmosphere enveloped the car, making people feel inexplicably depressed. However, this silence was soon drowned out by meaningless noise.

There was a distant explosion, sounding like it was somewhere near Times Square. Rafael prepared for the worst: a mortar? An IED? A sneak attack?

A few minutes later, two soldiers ran towards the convoy, which made Raphael a little worried. The survivor army had not been active for long, but they had already killed a lot of people - not only victims of the wide-area collapse radiation, but also many adventurous scavengers, and some SHD agents and JTF members were killed during the expansion.

In addition, they also expanded into the white area and controlled a lot of land in the West City District, which undoubtedly provided a target for the self-proclaimed righteous Homeland Security Bureau and its agents to stir up trouble.

Raphael immediately became alert.

Half a minute later, the enemy suddenly attacked the two vehicles, and countless bullets were fired at them from the south and southwest.

Without any orders, the two soldiers driving the car turned the steering wheel sharply and turned the car sideways, and the rest of the people left the car.

Of course, the best option would be to turn around and leave, but the poor traffic conditions in New York make turning around a problem every time.

At the beginning of the Qian Flu outbreak, the Disaster Emergency Management Agency and the JTF joint combat forces set up a large number of obstacles on the roads, even the side streets were not spared, barbed wire could be seen everywhere, and many unmanned checkpoints were left.

Coupled with the garbage thrown away by people when they fled in a panic and the abandoned vehicles, these have together created the current terrible traffic situation.

It was supposed to be a two-minute walk along the road, but in the end it took a winding route of more than half an hour to reach the destination. This was still considered good.

Sometimes you have to get off the car and walk, and that's really dangerous.

"Get up, get up! Spread out, don't stand there." Vic shouted, the reconnaissance team must launch a counterattack as much as possible, otherwise a test like this will soon turn into a formal attack.

Whether the guy who commanded this ambush is a novice depends on their next actions.

The two cars are good cover, and the doors, engines and wheels together form an indestructible shelter.

But this is not enough. Their overly dense standing position will make them the most ideal targets. If anyone is lucky enough or has good throwing skills, one grenade can kill them all.

Raphael looked around and caught traces of bullets hitting the car and the surrounding roads, then traced back and realized that this was a classic L-shaped ambush setup, and they had stepped into the pre-set killing zone at the right time.

The bullets flying from both directions were annoying, but Raphael noticed that the enemy didn't seem to have the most accurate and lethal weapons to attack them deep in the killing zone.

In addition, she did not see any barbed wire or mines around the killing zone. It looked like the attack was hastily prepared.

chug chug chug...

Instead, this familiar voice immediately reminded her of something, a portable autonomous machine gun tower that was specially issued to SHD agents in the past.

But this alone was not enough for Raphael to confirm who they were, because for well-known reasons, the equipment that was originally only possessed by agents was gradually distributed to all forces.

The losses caused by the JTF joint operations force's hasty retreat would be fine, but they could not withstand the airdrops of thousands of tons of supplies twice a week.

Ammunition, weapons, electronic equipment and parts that are slightly different in each batch, and equipment that only agents have...

An offline ISAC suit with accompanying mines, turrets and deployable shields.

Anyone who gets this thing, unless they are a fool who can't read the instruction manual, can basically turn themselves into a walking trouble.

"The autonomous machine gun tower can only operate for 60 seconds!"

When Vic recognized the distinctive sound of the multi-barreled machine gun, he immediately calmed the slightly panicked team and added:

"They are all 9mm pistol bullets. They can't penetrate our car! Protect yourself and don't let their people rush over!"

After he finished speaking, he took out a grenade, pulled the plug and threw it out.

boom--!

no effect.

Adjust the direction slightly and throw again.

Still no effect.

Raphael stretched out his hand to stop his probing behavior. The opponent did not arrange a close-range ambush team at all, or rather, they had arranged it, but in view of the team's orderly counterattack, they temporarily decided to withdraw the close-range ambush team.

We are now in a long-range ambush, and there is nothing wrong with that.

The question lies here, when will the enemy send out the close-range killing team again?

"Have you made contact?" Raphael asked.

She felt that the best way to deal with the situation at the moment was to quickly call for support rather than just fighting to the death.

"No, the interference here is too serious." The signalman let go of his hand and shook his head: "Our communication with the Garden Command Center is very bad, basically just noise."

"Then follow the standard procedure." She said, taking the XM250 light machine gun from the car, "1, 2, 3, 4, fire!"

The two soldiers following her leaned out at the same time, trying to suppress the enemy's squad weapons through direct fire.

Seeing this, Vic immediately crossed the line of fire, reached vehicle No. 2, picked up the grenade launcher and fired a smoke screen in the direction of the other bullet to obscure the enemy's vision, and continued to shoot at the enemy position with anti-personnel grenades.

Chapter 94: Hope

However, the enemy seemed to have anticipated the reconnaissance team's combat intentions and began to attack the convoy from the southwest and south simultaneously.

The team members hiding in the safe zones behind the two vehicles launched a repressive counterattack and tried to destroy the enemy's firepower equipment.

Raphael became more and more annoyed as the fight went on. Her ammunition belt was not enough to begin with. If her second belt of 200 rounds ran out, she would have no choice but to switch to the assault rifle and join the battle.

Damn EMA, damn the roadblocks, the only consequence of using your fucking rocks to force traffic lanes is that it's hard for them to turn around.

It is already their limit to move these two vehicles between the enemy position and the convoy to create a survival zone and provide shelter for the team members.

The combat manual instructed, "If there are destroyed or abandoned vehicles blocking the road, disengage or bypass them as appropriate", but when Raphael thought of this, he really wanted to pull the people who compiled the manual over and let them open their eyes and guess why there were abandoned vehicles and obstacles here.

The purpose of an ambush is to kill efficiently, that is, to surround the enemy when they are huddled together and unable to deploy, and then concentrate superior firepower to achieve the effect of rapid killing.

Unfortunately, they had no vehicle-mounted heavy firepower, so Raphael and her XM250 had to take on the suppression responsibility.

Therefore, Raphael and Vic could only take the people around them and disperse from the fire network. Dispersing was the most effective way to reduce casualties.

There is a shortage of manpower and wireless communications are severely interfered with.

She was suspicious of the disruption.

Did the Bryant Park Command Post shut down their signal channel, or was it really because of the impact of the collapse radiation that the radio wave conditions were very bad?

"Vic, do you have any ideas?"

"No."

There was an affirmative tone in the gunshot, and the soldiers around Raphael immediately frowned.

"I'm running out of my second belt and the gun guard is burning like hell!" she continued to complain.

"Any spares?" asked Sergeant Vick.

"No, your commander was very stingy and only gave me two ammunition belts."

This is a fact. When she received the ammunition from the ammunition depot, the captain logistics officer gave her two 200-round ammunition belts.

Then she heard Vic's voice, "Lieutenant, can I trust you?"

Raphael had never heard Vic speak in such a serious tone.

"Of course," she responded. "You plan to use the squad as a base of firepower while I flank the enemy position, right?"

"Well, just like in the office building. Can we trust you?"

“My answer is yes.”

Raphael touched the hot handguard of the XM250 with his hand. A faint red light was emitted from the gap of the handguard, and even the sound suppressor at the front end of the barrel was glowing.

"It's so hot, hiss—."

She shook her hands and put away the tripod. Even this thing was a little hot. She said that the simulation degree was too high, which would affect the application of the bionic humanoid to the body.