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

Raphael fixed the machine gun on the side of the 3Day backpack, unfastened the Velcro and nylon rope that secured the XM5 assault rifle, and placed 8+1 magazines in front of him, confirming the fullness.

Then she activated the networking tool and easily accessed the team's internal wireless communications. She held the PTT button and said, "This is Raphael, calling Juliet-1, radio check?"

“Loud and Clear.”

“Good Copy.”

Raphael found that the communication at this distance was still very normal, and the background noise was always there, which was normal.

"I'm going to start," she said.

"Fire!"

Vic stood up suddenly, and the others did the same, automatically suppressing the southwest direction that could threaten Raphael.

Oh, thank you so much. The moment Raphael heard the gunshot, he jumped out from the front of the car, carrying the heavy bag and gun.

Vic pulled back, letting the magazine fall to the ground, and glanced at the girl running away. What a strange guy, even at this time, he still had to carry that 3Day bag and heavy machine gun.

The gun no longer had a belt, so carrying it on the back did no good except add weight.

"Hey..." He stretched out his hand and waved, but the person had already run away, "You can really run."

At this moment, he suddenly understood the "reason" why Raphael was able to survive the chaos and take good care of himself. He moved like a kitten and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Should I call him back now? He thought about it and decided not to.

He was really short of manpower and didn't have that many resources. After Rafael's XM250 went silent, the pressure from the south and southwest gradually increased, and the 40mm low-pressure grenades were wasted in the earlier suppression counterattack.

At that time, everyone was hoping that the command post would receive their message and send someone to pick them up.

But now it seems that their rapid squandering has caused them to lose their deterrent power prematurely.

But if that wasn't the case at that time, the enemy might choose to send a close-range killing team in advance and kill them in the end.

——They are all dilemmas.

After all, offense is the only way to win, and no war is won by defense.

He was the on-site commander with insufficient resources and manpower. Although Raphael was a lieutenant and had good ground combat capabilities, the problem was that she was an officer in the surface ship sequence trained by the navy.

The question of command is beyond doubt and he must be in control.

But releasing Raphael alone and pinning all hopes on her is also a very risky gamble.

damn it!

Vic John began to hate himself at this moment. He hated himself for not working harder two years ago and just muddling through in the Rangers with the idea of ​​just getting by.

What to do now thinking about those?

Offense and defense are always changing. Once the attacker discovers the weakness of the defense deployment, they can choose to break through or outflank.

When the defender finds a disconnect in the attacker's attack, they can take the initiative to attack, interrupt the enemy's offensive rhythm, slow down the opponent's speed, weaken the enemy's offensive power, and ultimately defeat the opponent's determination to fight.

"If you prepare for everything, you will lack everything." If you try to defend everything, you will lose everything, especially since the defender usually does not have a military advantage over the attacker.

Therefore, in defensive operations, it is important to remember to evenly distribute forces, and commanders should do their best to concentrate forces to defend the enemy's final attack direction.

Vic tried his best to recall the knowledge he had read in books before, and kept observing the surrounding environment while fighting back. He wanted to pull two team members out of the killing zone and prepare for their retreat in the rear.

But this put the team under even greater pressure. The lack of that machine gun was already fatal, and the enemy had clearly caught the opportunity, and even the enemies to the south were pressing forward.

Raphael, what are you doing?

Just like last time, quick and clean, cutting melons and vegetables as easily as cutting them!

Chapter 95 Reversal

"Reloading, Cover me!"

Raphael leaned against the wall, and the microphone headphones lived up to expectations, absorbing the sound in the room through the wall, and then transmitting it to the user's ears after being strengthened.

Ha, thank you guys, for shouting at the top of your lungs.

She slowly stood up with her legs straight, holding a grenade with the safety pin pulled out in her hand. She really wanted to shout to the people in the room, "You are in big trouble."

There was a lot of gunfire in the house, and the commander of the ambush team tried his best, but meeting her was the most unfortunate thing in his life.

"Let's go."

As the M67 grenade flew out of his hand and into the window, Rafael raised his gun, went around the corner of the building, and followed the alley to approach the rear of the building where the enemy was temporarily sheltering.

boom--

The explosion is the fuse of chaos.

Raphael opened the back door slightly and aimed at the stairwell above. Well, then, anyway, these half-baked attackers were too excited. Most of their attention was focused on the front, and even the rear guards who were not involved in the battle paid most of their attention to the convoy on the road instead of watching their retreat.

What was noticeable was that their shoulders and wrists emitted a faint warm orange light. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the source of the light was the orange light rings of the three people's watches and the shoulder lights fixed on the shoulders of their backpacks.

Anyone who has lived in post-apocalyptic New York for some time can tell the identities of these people from their attire and the glowing watches and shoulder lights.

Not only that, she also noticed the Velcro on their arms or chests, the common phoenix logo on it further explained their identities - SHD Homeland Security Bureau agents.

The Strategic Homeland Security Agency, a mysterious organization to most ordinary people, is roaming around this place like an indestructible cockroach.

They took the stage silently, without any clue or sign.

For Raphael, no matter how morally superior the agents were, they could not use their inherent justice to stop her actions.

Sorry, but no regrets.

Then she gently threw a second grenade.

The explosion and shock occurred simultaneously in the house, and Raphael, who was outside the building, laughed at almost the same time. Her solid, mellow, calm and composed voice was a little low for a girl, but just listening to it was enough to make people blush and their hearts beat faster.

The landing was filled with smoke and screaming, and someone was roaring up the stairs.

Raphael seized the opportunity and did not miss - there was a pile of bodies lying on the stairs.

How many? Four at least. And there was a groaning on the platform above.

She leaned sideways with her gun raised to peek, drew back, half-crouched, and then leaned sideways to peek again. Good, the agents had not yet recovered from the chaos - they followed their emotions and chose to treat their companions on the spot, instead of sending people from the remaining people to check the overall situation, and then they discovered the sneaky Raphael.

She got a new opportunity.

He opened the door completely and walked into the house cautiously but boldly. Raphael first walked around downstairs, and his speed of movement and shooting was as fast as the print head of a digital direct-injection printer.

Just as the person inside heard something strange and turned around, her finger had already pulled the trigger.

The XM5 fired five rounds at nearly machine gun speed.

He collapsed to the ground, his lungs shattered by bullets, and he could only twitch on the ground. It was the pain of breathing, and every gasp made blood foam spray from his mouth. The automatic coagulation mechanism did not work, but instead caused a larger level of bleeding.

Raphael didn't even look at him, but just focused his attention on the door in front and the space inside.

Boom, boom, boom...

The chaotic footsteps were approaching, and they must have been notified. That's right, whether it was a hasty ambush or a pre-ambush, the commander would have to arrange people to the appropriate position to take on the task of early warning and vigilance.

The result of her intrusion through the back door should have been discovered by the agent's vigilance team.

However, this is not important.

The ammunition was sufficient. Even if she killed anyone she saw like an executioner, there were only three empty magazines in the magazine bag behind her waist. The pistol and spare magazines had not been touched so far. There was absolutely no problem in killing all the agents here.

She was relatively good at close-range firefights, better than most people who thought they were good at it.

After she replaced the new magazine, she returned to the stairs and saw chaos on the upper landing. Two "good guys" were ready with their guns raised, and another was bandaging his injured accomplice.

Is this all they have left? No one else around?

Raphael hated to think in terms of their situation, because it would inevitably lead his thoughts down the abyss of "good".

If you think about it, the agents upstairs are trapped, and theoretically, they can rush down from the second floor.

But how could they abandon their injured companions? Besides, they had companions on guard outside, and they only needed to hold on to get support.

At that time, the person who would be in real trouble would be the invader, that is, Raphael who was killing people at this time.

The identities of the prey of both parties immediately switched, and it was she who was suffering, not the agent trapped upstairs.

From their determined looks, it was clear that they had seriously considered dying in smoke, grenades or bullets, but they really didn't want to end up like that.

Raphael looked back at the situation outside. The electronic warfare program was activated, and all radio waves within a radius of 100 meters were blocked by chaotic electromagnetic noise.

She has an idea.

You can shout from downstairs and order them to put down their weapons and get out of here. Tell them that "we" will not shoot.

After all, they probably weren't sure how many of us had broken into the building.

Would it work? Would she fight to the bitter end? Not likely, but possible.

From the agent's perspective, the enemies downstairs were obviously not in a hurry, nor in danger. At least until their reinforcements arrived, they could calmly disgust them.

Now there is an abnormality in the radio. No matter which frequency band it is tuned to, it is impossible to establish contact with other companions.

The injured people upstairs will die soon, but the headache is that they have to bring enough food and water for three days every time they go out - this is also an important factor that needs to be taken into consideration.

Under the current circumstances, they cannot be sure when the reinforcements will arrive, but they will definitely come, only the specific time is uncertain.

Therefore, there is no reason for the agent to take risks or compromise with anyone.

To put it simply, the people upstairs would not believe Raphael who killed several of them downstairs.

"Hey, guys," Raphael called upstairs, "you guys still alive?"

"Fuck you!" they responded. "Our friends are coming from all directions, you're going to be done!"

Chapter 96 Lost

All right, it's over. But it's hard to say who the target of the game is.

Now everyone is in a state of silence, and telecommunications cannot be sent out or received.

Raphael shrugged and replied calmly, "Well, you're being stubborn. This just means a few more of you will die here."

Of course, they could only hear the sound and could not see her little gestures, and could only hear the "sarcasm" in the sound.

Look at these guys, they are all cynical and heartless.

The funny thing is that Raphael felt that his judgment of them was not exaggerated at all. Both their and her current situation was a bunch of rebuttals.

Obviously, she could put everything aside and leave here calmly, while her friends upstairs could only wait for their companions to pick them up.

The initiative is now in Raphael's hands.

"What do you want to do, you bastard!?" asked the voice from above.

"I don't want to do anything."

Brandon Eddie looked at the fragments stuck in the wall and the person lying on the other side, and smiled bitterly at the enemy's speech downstairs. He didn't know what to say, so he could only pick up the submachine gun and be on guard, and gestured to the remaining companions to leave from the window.

Someone was so angry that he yelled at the top of his voice: "You are fucking playing with me from over there."

"Whether you believe it or not, my purpose is to have you wait here until your support arrives."

There was silence upstairs, and then the same voice said again: "Okay, you win."

Both sides knew the truth and remained silent.

Raphael slowly raised his gun and aimed at the gap between the stairs and the ceiling. His heels slowly slid across the floor, causing his body and the world under the scope to move slowly.

Brandon's movements were the same as hers, but his gait was more steady, and he tried to see Raphael's figure through the gap.

Perhaps they heard it, or perhaps they predicted their opponent's actions, as they both fired a volley of bullets at the same time.

There was no effect. Although the 6.8 bullet penetrated the wooden board on the side of the stairs, the bullet lost its momentum and fell softly on the floor; the .45 bullet was even worse, most of them were embedded in the floor, and the occasional ones that jumped out also lost their accuracy.

The long standoff began again.

……

"Finally retreated." Acheson Henry slumped on the ground, stroking the slightly hot receiver with his hand. "It seems that putting your hopes on Miss Lieutenant worked, John."

Vic John had a complicated expression on his face. He just held the magazine and desperately pushed bullets into it.