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

"This is bad luck," Skiff suddenly sighed.

At this time, a man holding an instrument and a short rod came out to him, swinging the rod back and forth with his right hand, and then his face turned bad.

As expected, the lit numbers and the reddish light on the instrument dial reminded them that it was not advisable to stay here for long.

"It's still a dangerous area. The concentration of collapse radiation is too high..." The man frowned and looked at the reading on the dial, said helplessly, then folded it all together and put it into the backpack on his back.

"Alpha, the filter of the respirator is about to reach its limit. If it is not replaced, in an hour, the dust entering the respiratory tract will be filled with radioactive dust from the collapse."

The man holding the M4A1, who was following behind, said this, his tone full of anxiety and uneasiness. While saying this, he was pacing back and forth in the corridor like an ant on hot pot.

"Calm down, Rat." Compared to the man called Rat holding the M4 assault rifle, the muscular man called Alpha was much calmer. He turned around and raised his hand to hold down his anxious companion.

Alpha activated the AR contact lenses covering his eyes and started the virtual reality image.

This thing is very useful. Even though this set of American equipment does not store any data, it can record and read existing information.

It was much more convenient than using paper maps before they came here.

The light red dotted and solid lines projected the surrounding terrain and buildings onto the ground in front of the man. He raised his right hand and lowered the earth to reach the blue light dot representing himself. He pointed to a building landmark.

"The map shows that there is an underground base left behind by the Division of Homeland Security in the Dark Zone two kilometers ahead of us. If we can restart the equipment there, we can create a safe zone that will allow us to replace the filter."

"Will someone not occupy it already?" The mouse's tone was still filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, there's a battle 800 meters ahead of us." Compared to the mouse before, this voice could almost be described as cold, without any emotional fluctuations. Rather than calling him a human, it would be more appropriate to call him a robot.

"Okay, Mechanic, you can choose a more appropriate high position to watch."

"Understood." After a brief reply, the mechanic exited the communication.

At this moment, a slight noise was heard behind the three people, as if a ghostly shadow was moving at a very fast speed on the road full of obstacles, and then disappeared in an instant.

The mechanic found a window with a relatively good field of view, set up the M110 SASS sniper rifle system in his hand, and used the telescope to observe the fighting situation meters away.

"Battle status?" Skiff asked.

"It's confusing. There seems to be only one person on the attacking side. The people at the central intersection are doomed."

"Can you provide gender characteristics? I want to know the identity of the attacker." Skiff asked.

"No, the thermal imaging image is not clear."

After carefully distinguishing the gunshots for a while, Alpha concluded: "It sounds like there aren't many people."

"Yes." The mechanic pressed the knob of his watch and then pressed the small device on the visor of his sniper rifle. After a moment, he rejoined the communication channel and informed Captain Alpha: "I have marked the enemy. Red, 8 of them."

Alpha looked at the crossfire area marked by the mechanic. Only seven red dots appeared on the AR tactical glasses: "I missed one."

"how is this possible?"

The mechanic activated the pulse scan again, and eight marks appeared in the scope's field of view, but he immediately noticed a problem...

One of the marks was moving rapidly to the side at an equal speed and then through the building.

What's going on? He couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Cyka blyat!"

"Don't speak Russian, mechanic, we are Americans," Skiff warned.

"What are you going to do?" the mouse asked in a low voice.

"We'll pass through after they finish fighting," Alpha said, looking around, trying to find a clean place to sit down and rest.

"You may have to put this plan aside for now," the mechanic said. "That person's intention is very clear. It's the abandoned base we want to go to."

Alpha frowned, studied the map, and said, "What do you think the probability is that the unknown target will go to the base?"

"50 on 50."

"This is a big problem. How did he find out?"

"So, Alpha, shall we start?" The mechanic moved the crosshairs, trying to follow the figure with the black crosshairs.

"Free hunting."

Alpha granted the right to fire freely without hesitation. The stumbling block on the road must be removed, right?

"Understood." After a brief calibration, the mechanic pulled the trigger.

……

"Huh, people nowadays are becoming more and more sophisticated..."

Raphael saw someone standing up, holding something in his hand. It was a grenade, for sure. He didn't know where this guy got it from, but he was definitely planning to throw it.

Without thinking, she stood up, raised her assault rifle, and pulled the trigger. No matter how she thought about it, killing him was the best way to resolve the crisis.

The bullet whizzed past, and the moment it hit his wrist, he would never be able to hold the grenade in his lifetime.

This time, he had to experience the pain of being shot first, and also understand the feeling of having his body torn into pieces.

Chapter 99: Attack from behind (Please subscribe and vote)

"Finally done."

Raphael breathed a sigh of relief as the last armed gangster was blown to pieces by his own grenade, ruffled her chestnut hair, and picked up the empty magazine that had fallen to the ground.

"It's really uncomfortable to be in this area," she murmured softly, "The scan just now was obviously malicious."

Suddenly, a stream of air swept across her cheek, and after the crisp and melodious sound of the impact, the burning pain and mimic blood slowly flowed down. Against the backdrop of scarlet, the gentle face looked extremely hideous.

There was no need to be hysterical, it was just that someone aimed at her and fired the first shot, that's all.

Perhaps it was the unknown unit that she had led to have a heated exchange with the SHD agent team two hours ago.

Judging from their behavior, perhaps they were heading to the same destination as her current one, the abandoned base of the Division of Homeland Security agents in Midtown. The situation there was not bad and could be used as a shelter temporarily.

However, the area nearby is in a moderate radiation impact zone, and staying there for a long time would be tantamount to chronic suicide.

So the agents abandoned that shelter.

She quickly entered the roadblock full of charred meat. Behind her, there was an electric sign warning vehicles coming from the opposite direction not to enter.

This surprised her. It had been more than two months, and this thing had been running normally without anyone maintaining it.

Just as Raphael thought this, the screen of the electronic signboard flickered twice and went out with a burning stench.

She quickly set up the XM5 and reverse-calculated the sniper's location based on the trajectory and landing point.

I can't see it, but this doesn't affect the counterattack, as long as the general direction is right.

He fired three rounds in quick succession from the rifle in his hand, suppressing the direction from which the bullets were coming.

However, the mechanic was at a distance of 800 to 1000 meters, and the full-power 5 ammunition used by the XM6.8 could certainly pose a threat to him, but hasty directional shooting like this could not pose an effective threat at all.

What's more, the watch position chosen by the mechanic is extremely tricky. Even experienced veterans find it difficult to find the shooter's hiding place immediately.

He was now lying in a pile of garbage, and from the outside all he could see was furniture piled up haphazardly.

"Good reaction, but it's not enough." The mechanic saw Raphael's action, made some simple adjustments, and pulled the trigger again.

Even though the sound of the gunshot was processed by the microphone headphones, it was still so subtle that it was almost suppressed by the bullet breaking through the air.

She gave up the idea of ​​a confrontation. The XM250 had no ammunition belt, and the XM5's barrel was in a very weak position at a distance of 800 meters.

The electronic countermeasure device was active, and its activity meant that it had captured electromagnetic signals targeting her.

There was no doubt that it was directed at her, Raphael made his judgment based on this.

Among the wreckage on the road, Alpha holding POF-416 quickly avoided the road debris and car wreckage, and quickly approached the target in a diamond-shaped movement.

The distance between him and Raphael was rapidly shortening.

Not only him, Skiff and Mouse followed closely behind, but they moved in the opposite direction. The three of them drew a perfect diamond pattern on the road.

As long as Raphael focused on one of them, he would inevitably ignore the other two and the watcher far behind.

A very tough enemy, Raphael thought.

For Captain Alpha who is leading the charge, he is now more concerned about speed and distance.

300m, 250m, 200m…

150m...

Such a high-intensity sprint put a heavy burden on him.

Every step forward forced him to breathe heavily, and that was the problem with the filter mask: the air volume could only meet general activities, and when people like them needed to make strenuous movements, the safety air through the filter element was completely insufficient.

"ISAC, start pulse scan!"

A circle of red pulse waves took Alpha as the origin, focusing on the 90° area directly in front of him. Just like a real radar, the pulses quickly spread in all directions.

The pulse swept across everything in front of it, marking the outlines of objects with red dots and lines on the eye devices of everyone using Division equipment.

"It's gone again," said Skiff.

"It doesn't matter, as long as we know his approximate location!"

"The target is still there, he hasn't moved," the mechanic reported.

Although the mark moved and disappeared in an instant, they all saw the mark's instant location. It's really easy to use, Skiff secretly praised, but the safety performance is almost non-existent, and anyone can use it.

Even the AKM has a safety that is responsible for controlling the gun so that it does not accidentally go off; and these very convenient equipment do not even require the most basic authentication methods, as if they were deliberately set up that way.

"Got it." The mechanic opened his eyes wide and aimed at the shadow with only the head and the gun path showing.

There was no deviation this time. Whether it was wind deflection, gravity, or other factors, he had already calculated them.

Whoosh——bang!

"Damn it."

Raphael suddenly curled up and sat on the ground, covering his right eye. Red liquid slowly flowed out from between his fingers. When the bullet hit the metal edge of the roadblock, the small particles splashed after the bullet shattered and pierced his eyeball.

She lowered her head, and the mimic blood gushed out like a spring, passed through her fingers, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto the hem of her skirt.

The originally pure white dress was already covered with dirt and dust after sitting on the ground and crawling in a mess, so it was nothing special to add a little bit of red mimicry blood to it.

It's okay if I wear it as an outer layer of a dark-colored coat. The stains are invisible unless you look closely.

The hair, which was also covered in mud, stuck together in clumps and hung down beside her ears. She couldn't help but reach out to straighten it.

Raphael took a look at the assault rifle from the NGSW·AR plan that fell beside him. The quick-sight scope that was originally installed on the receiver by the scope bridge was already riddled with holes.

It seemed to block most of the debris, but the metal fragments prevented it from continuing to work.

Raphael turned his head to look at the small pool of blood and sewage next to him. As expected, the projection of himself looked so miserable that he could not bear to look at it.

The broken roadblock was targeted by the sniper on the opposite side, and there was no chance of counterattack. This was not the key issue, she also found three rapidly approaching heat source signals.

They had already deployed, constantly exchanging positions to cover each other and advance forward. One of them landed a little further back, but this situation made her realize that if she didn't find a new position, she would be in a desperate situation.

It's funny how humans put her at such a disadvantage...

Who was she laughing at? Of course, she was laughing at herself.

It seems that we must create some distance and let the advancing three-person team leave the protection of the Watcher so that we can defeat them one by one.

——We must put remote-controlled humanoids on the agenda. We are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers if we act alone, no matter what DARPA asks.

She, Raphael NGSW, must survive in this terrible world.

Chapter 100 Post-War Report

She used her hands to remove the debris that seemed to be rooted in her eyeball, blocked out the pain coming from her right eye, and activated the built-in backup camera.

There was a faint red light emanating from where the right eye had originally been.

The field of vision was restored and the clarity met the requirements for use, but the thermal vision and low-light vision were damaged and could not be linked.

It seems that the bureau has put a lot of effort into this body, she thought.

Losing the right eye is just losing it. Compared to having the entire head smashed to pieces, this may be the best outcome.

Although the enemy was close at hand, she still chose to use tools to remove the scope bridge of the receiver rail, and then erect the mechanical sights at the front and rear ends of the rail.

This is a backup plan. Even if there are replacement scope bridges and fast variable magnification optical sights in the backpack, they still require installation time and zeroing calibration, neither of which is easy.

Aiming within the field of vision, the mechanic saw the girl used a feint to trick one of his bullets away, then raised her assault rifle and fired a burst of bullets at the captain and the others.

Their reaction, intuition and decision-making speed are all very good, but unfortunately they are at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers and cannot compete with a systematic combat team.

The mechanic came to a silent conclusion in his heart: if the target was given a team of the same level, they should be able to fight on equal terms with them, thus ending up in a tug-of-war that no one wanted to see.