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

He did not answer Acheson's question, but asked, "How is Jeffrey?"

“No more.”

"Where's the body?"

"He left it in the telephone booth in front. I picked up all the things." Acheson replied calmly, "He is dead."

"..."

Vic opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the words couldn't come out.

What really happened?

There were a total of 7 people when they came out, his team and foreign aid Rafael, but now there are only him and Aitchison. Rafael, who had high hopes, completed his idea, but until now, the thin figure has not been seen.

His squad held out for a while, but was overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the enemy.

A horn honked in the distance on the road behind me, and at this time a call came from the radio: "Juliet-1, radio check, please reply."

"What do you mean?" Acheson had a blank expression on his face, just picking up the empty magazines scattered on the ground.

"Respond."

"This is Juliet-1… Communications are good, copy."

Vic hesitated for a moment, looking in the direction where Raphael disappeared, "We can't leave either."

At this time, his voice no longer trembled, but instead revealed an unconscious confidence. Vic took it for granted that Raphael would survive and would never die on the way to rescue them.

In the end, the outcome of this trip seemed to have led things in the direction that everyone was both expecting and fearing.

Although the contact time is short and the relationship cannot be said to be bad, it has reached the point where I care about each other's actions.

The armored Humvee that came to pick them up was equipped with an MK18 grenade launcher and two M2HB heavy machine guns on its head. It looked like it was installed recently. Even the lubricating oil was leaking out. The guy who maintained the base must have been very bad at it.

But why didn't you arrive a few minutes earlier?

"Where is Lieutenant Rafael?" asked the soldier who jumped out of the car.

"I don't know." Vic shook his head. "We were ambushed and the situation was very chaotic... She took the initiative to break through from the flank..."

Take the initiative? Acheson looked at the officer's suspicion, nodded slowly and affirmatively, and added:

"The lieutenant thought that there was no point in holding on. Once the two ammunition belts were used up, we would be dead... So, she suggested that we withdraw some personnel to cover the rear, and at the same time, enter the enemy's flank under fire cover and launch an attack on them."

"What does she know? Why didn't you die here?! Ah!" the captain cursed.

"..."

"What are you still standing there for?" Jacob yelled at the two scouts who usually acted arrogantly, "Do you want me to carry you to the car?"

The two men looked at each other, sorted out the chaotic emotions that had accumulated in their hearts, and got into the car with guns in hand.

Jacob looked at the small battlefield in front of him and the Humvee riddled with bullet holes, and sighed slowly. Something discordant was spreading, he thought as he returned to the car.

Whose idea was it? He looked back at the two people who were once again in a depressed mood. He was in trouble.

"Do you want to drive up and take a look?" the driver asked Jacob.

"No need, let's turn around."

"receive."

The driver first picked up the radio microphone, announced the convoy's U-turn, stepped on the gas, and then forcibly crashed into the wrecked car that was burned to a skeleton.

Then the convoy slowly moved away from this unfortunate place.

……

Two minutes later, Raphael appeared at the entrance of the alley. After briefly observing the remaining traces at the scene, she looked north along the marks left by the wheels.

It seems that they all ran away, both the agents and the survivors.

It's really disappointing that I couldn't get what I wanted.

Was the negotiation successful? It was, but only slightly.

As for the Centaurs team, was their data recovery operation successful? We don't know yet, but we hope they can succeed. Raphael stood on the desolate street, looking left and right, and finally walked west along the road with firm steps.

Looks like I have to leave here for a while.

Walking on the street, she was so bored that she began to judge the dressing style of the ELID infected people. There was a gap here, and there were strips of cloth torn into strips by unknown weapons. It was a total wasteland style.

Chapter 97 Taking Advantage of the Situation

The harder you try to grab something, the more it slips away from your hands.

……

There was a motionless body in the far corner of the room. His head was also blown apart, and next to him was a shotgun, a piece of junk that no one wanted. The barrel was long, but it had two tubes, and there was no sign of a magazine.

The gap in the grip indicates that it is where the bullets are inserted, and only two bullets can be loaded at a time.

So, the owner of this gun fell here miserably, along with his weapon, with no one paying attention to him.

With the coming of spring, the strange smell in the city became stronger, even in this room. Finally, Raphael had to find a way to get into another apartment and leave the apartment filled with the smell of death.

This is the only place where she can get some shut-eye without having to worry about being woken up by a knife gently scratching her throat.

But what was disappointing was that there were two shrunken bodies lying inside, just like the bodies seen in the Washington Park cemetery, emaciated, with only bones under the skin.

She really hoped that everyone still alive in the city that never sleeps would breathe the lingering scent of death for the rest of their lives! Raphael disconnected the olfactory system, but it was really useless!

The smell seemed to have penetrated deep into her bones, stimulating her mind.

Indeed, she had already opened the balcony door and used the cover of night to throw the body of the previous owner out. Everyone was on the third floor, so the body fell to the ground in pieces.

I'm sorry, old man, but that's the way it is, and no one's going to organize a funeral for you.

Soon after, his wife was also thrown from the balcony.

Damn, even if I block my sense of smell, there is still a constant strong stench coming out of my heart.

The house was completely uninhabitable, so Raphael could only curl up in the corner of the balcony for the whole night.

The next morning, enjoying the fresh air of the balcony, she was finally able to take inventory of all the loot, two life-support backpacks taken from the agents, two pistols and a certain amount of ammunition for those guns.

These pistols were unnecessary, so they were dismantled and scattered. Only the 9mm pistol bullets meant something to her.

The life support kit has a lot of good stuff, including food, drinks, and snacks. If an average person uses it according to the standard minimum calorie intake, it can last at least 6 days.

The magazines he carried were already full with the scattered spare bullets, and it seemed that there was no hope of replenishing the machine gun. There were extra bullets, but no ammunition belts.

Considering her current shooting skills, as long as she no longer participates in fierce battles like before, these equipment are now complete.

The other odds and ends taken from the corpse seemed to be completely useless.

As Raphael was absorbed in checking the inventory, she noticed something unusual. If she didn't notice anything, she wouldn't be worthy of being a android.

There was the clatter of boots downstairs, and then the sudden noise and commotion in the stairwell.

“Check the corners!”

"Hold on there!"

"Check the second floor!"

What the hell was going on? She heard the sound of a battering ram hitting the door, the sound of wood breaking under the heavy blows, and a roar that challenged the limits of human vocal cords.

"Find her! The footprints are fresh, she can't have run far!"

Huh, are they targeting me? It seems that the agents have remembered the loss they suffered last time.

Raphael looked around, trying to figure out which way to go. There were two guys with guns walking around downstairs, so it was a little unrealistic to just climb out the window and leave.

Because if it goes on like this, they will definitely shout, and then it will be a 1 vs N tangled battle. The reason why she can make big moves is that someone can attract the enemy's attention for her, and then cut in from the enemy's weak point.

She glanced toward the street; life was there, but now was not the right time.

Suddenly, something flashed in the corner of her eyes. She turned her head in that direction...

A group of people in camouflage uniforms crept along the wall. They looked different from the survivors, as their gear was all black and light-absorbing.

"Anderson, be careful! A small group of soldiers is coming." The shouting on the stairs died away.

The all-black troop outside will pass through the area, and the SHD agents downstairs will continue to break in.

Their shouting had stopped, but the action of breaking down the door had not stopped.

Raphael thought about it, stood behind the windowsill, and aimed at the soldier at the front of the black combat uniform team.

Oh, not only to shoot and kill their scouts, but also to let them know the approximate location of the shooter. So Raphael twisted off the muzzle silencer of the XM5.

boom--

The whole street was in an uproar because of this shot.

The sight stopped shaking, and the soldier walking in front tilted his head back, then fell on his back, while his legs folded naturally due to gravity and the movement conditions of the lower limb bones.

He decisively gave up his life and also triggered a gunfight in accordance with Raphael's wishes.

The guys reacted really fast, firing a hail of bullets in response, breaking the glass like hail. They hit the window, shattering it, some of it spraying all over her.

If... Before she could think clearly, her hands and body had already made a judgment. She turned the gun barrel towards the gap in the balcony and fired at the soldiers who were scattered into several groups.

Then the remaining glass in the window frame flew out with a bang. Automatic weapons on the street immediately opened fire in this direction.

It can be seen that most of the bullets fired from those angles outside the building will fly to the upper part of the wall. Only a few bullets are "lucky" enough to jump into the space inside the house, but most of them no longer have the power to continue to hurt people.

The suppressive fire outside was getting stronger, but she hadn't heard the sound of another wave of firing yet.

Why didn't they fight back? Raphael was confused. She remembered that the SHD agents who searched the building had arranged a security team outside, so they shouldn't be so silent at this moment.

After all, these agents always have a "arrogant" temperament, like a pack of explosives that can explode at any time.

First install the sound suppressor, then pretend to be an SHD agent and fire a few shots, and that should be enough.

She changed the room and casually shot two shuttles down there, which brought about another counterattack.

But this time it was different, Raphael heard a scream. Then, the exchange of fire became unrecognizable.

The two groups started fighting, following her will.

Boom! Boom!

With every explosion, the floor would tremble slightly and the old dust on the ceiling would float down.

Chapter 98 Effortless

It seemed that they had forgotten about the person who caused the gunfight, so Raphael seized the opportunity, took the small backpack and some valuable loot, and rushed to the alley from the fire escape on the inside of the third floor.

The gunmen may have noticed the figure slipping away down the outer fire escape, but they had neither the time nor the energy to look for her.

There were thunderous gunshots all around, and even some kind of explosion that shook the walls and blew something apart.

It's obviously impossible to be caused by simple shooting...

She suddenly remembered that the agent had a very special equipment in his hand, a weapon similar to a pistol, but the projectile it used was some kind of highly plastic explosive.

Put that way, the commotion is completely understandable.

Boom—another eardrum-tearing roar. The explosives blocking the back door of the apartment flew away instantly, along with the lock on the back door.

Raphael stopped and watched for a while, then made an international friendly gesture to the bespectacled guy who was chasing after him, turned around and slipped into the alley between the two Ling buildings.

"Damn little girl."

The man who was chasing was wearing an instrument with four night vision inner tubes, which allowed him to easily have a 120-degree field of view and a distance of 300 meters, allowing him to see the girl's outstretched finger in a dim light environment.

"The bastard who led us into a fight with the agents has escaped." He said, pinching the PTT.

"Can you catch up, Skif?"

The man known as "Skif" raised his eyebrows and replied, "No, she's running too fast."

"Mike, it's 200 too."

"How could it be?" He held the gun with one hand and aimed it at the direction where the girl disappeared. "How did she get hurt?"

"The explosion caused the ceiling to collapse, and the fan blades pierced his neck."