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

As he thought about this, he stood up and reported: "The target has gone out of my shooting range. I will be offline for two minutes."

"Got it. You did a great job. Now it's our turn."

Captain Alpha slowed down his pace, as did the others, but instead of letting their target pull away, they stayed far behind her.

The two sides occasionally exchanged fire, but they were unable to defeat each other.

They stopped chasing only after they confirmed that the target had left the SHD base.

"Alpha, that target just now seemed to be ours." The mechanic suddenly said.

"what?"

"I detected that special material at the intersection just now. It's not something humans have. What did they say?"

The mechanic used his finger to dip into the dark red liquid spilled beside the roadblock shelter. "Bionic blood, yes, that's the name. What should we do? Should we chase after him?"

"No, let's restart the Homeland Security Agency's base first and replace the respirator filters." Alpha is not stupid. He thinks that if he continues to chase, he may be able to complete the mission, but they will definitely die.

Becoming a rotten flesh that is barely alive, or an ELID infected person with silicon metal all over his body, is not the future they want. And the reward paid by the employer is not enough for them to spare their lives.

Damn it! Raphael had already jumped out of the isolation wall, but he didn’t expect that there would be a pulse scan flying behind him.

The intense battle that night put her body and electronic combat equipment into overload. After she left Times Square, she immediately found a safe house to rest temporarily, running the self-check program while she slept.

The inside and outside of the blockade wall are obviously two different worlds. It is rare to see normal living people inside, while outside the wall there are either skinny scavengers or civilian patrols armed with guns and cannons.

Well, it's a mixed bag. The Lex Gang seems to have split up, and the Purifiers have several leaders.

After waking up, Raphael looked at the New World of New York in the white area in amazement, and then was pleasantly surprised to find that the satellite signal had been restored.

She first spat at the survivor army, then dialed a satellite phone and uploaded the battle data from a few hours ago, questioning why DARPA sent out a new recovery team without distinguishing between friend and foe.

In fact, it is normal not to distinguish between friend and foe. After all, Raphael first killed one of their team members, and then lured them into fighting with SHD, which seemed to have caused casualties at that time.

If it were her, she would definitely chase him down to the end.

Raphael knew that if she won, she would strike back, and if she lost, she would bear a grudge. She couldn't beat this group of people now, so she could only bear a grudge and leave their activity area as soon as possible until she accumulated strength to the point where she could defeat them, and then she would launch a counterattack.

"It's been seven days since our last communication, Raphael. I'm glad to hear your voice again." Director Harry B. Carnegie's voice was calm. "How is the recovery mission going?"

"It's progressing normally, but there's a rift in my negotiations with the Rangers."

"Well, I already know that," Harry said. "It means you made a wrong move."

"There is another matter to report. A new special operations team has appeared in the blockade area. They are very powerful. Not only do they have the ability to watch, but they can also launch a strong counterattack under my shooting. Are they our people?"

"As far as I know, the Federation did not send a second recovery team besides Team Griffin."

"Then where did they come from?"

Harry saw the combat data and video footage sent by Raphael, and basically knew the causes and consequences of Raphael's defeat.

There was actually no problem with adding fuel to the fire to rescue the siege, the problem was that she ran into new enemies when she was retreating, which slowed her down.

The commander of that special operations team acted decisively. He gave up on dealing with his dead companions and instead pursued Raphael.

The attack was one after another, which put Raphael so much pressure that he had almost no power to fight back.

The overwatch guy was also quite good. Her head was almost destroyed during the second firefight, but fortunately the quick aimer used his body to block all the bullets for her.

However, after losing the quick aiming function that can switch magnifications during the battle, there was no hope of winning this battle where we were outnumbered, and the most correct choice was to break away from the engagement in time.

Raphael seized the opportunity of the enemy sniper's transfer, and after a quick counterattack, he quickly threw grenades and smoke bombs to create a barrier. Then he successfully used his familiarity with the terrain to quickly get rid of the enemy behind him.

Harry was silent for a long time, then said a shocking fact: "They may be coming for you."

"How could that be? Doesn't anyone know of my existence?"

"But the news still leaked out. The National Security Agency received a similar report about an F16 walking on the ground. The report described it this way."

"Ah, so what are you going to do?" Raphael asked.

"Consider retreating," Harry suggested. "Your visual system has been damaged, and your body is in poor condition. This 52-day high-risk environment activity has already met our expectations."

"What about the blockade? The radiation concentration in there has reached a point where I can no longer bear it. If things continue like this, it won't just be Manhattan Island that will be destroyed."

"Yeah, I know, but I can't lose you," Harry said.

"Then I was so touched."

Chapter 101: Changes in Manhattan's White District

The old fox promised to arrange the evacuation, but the organization and deployment of manpower always takes time. It is impossible for this side to agree to provide an evacuation platform and appear in front of Raphael the next side. This situation is unrealistic.

This is not the Red Alert world, they do not have the technology of super-time and space teleportation.

Rafael had no objection to this, but there might be more passengers this time. Director Harry didn't say much, but only asked the passengers to pass the physical examination, otherwise everything would be done in person.

This condition is already very generous. Earlier, the requirement was that they could only board the evacuation platform if they brought cargo with them, but now it has been relaxed a lot.

"So how are you going to deal with the mess in the blockade area?"

"This is not your concern, nor mine, but a 10-mile stretch centered on New York City is no longer suitable for human habitation."

Harry did not reveal too much, such as the disposal methods. Since it cannot be recycled, it doesn’t matter how it is disposed of.

Raphael wrapped her right eye with a bandage to prevent others from discovering that she was not a "human".

Although this is very inconvenient for movement, before the public accepts that "robots" look almost the same as ordinary people, their existence will only cause humans to panic, rather than the joy of the great liberation of productivity.

Besides, enemies searching for her have already appeared in the City That Never Sleeps. If she continues to walk the streets brazenly as she did in the past, it would be tantamount to seeking her own death.

On the other side, the Cyclops team suddenly received new mission instructions.

"Doug, new instructions have come." Cecilia checked the ISAC terminal three times and confirmed that the order came from their superior Raphael: "She asked us to go to the designated location to rendezvous. We are injured and temporarily unable to move. We lack sufficient ammunition to support the operation..."

Doug looked out the window at the green streets that had been dyed green by plants and asked, "Where is it? Are there any specific arrangements for picking you up?"

"It's near the intersection of Seventh Avenue and West 26th Street. The exact address won't be decoded until we get there."

"Oh, let's pack up and head over there." Tony rubbed his hands. He couldn't wait any longer.

After coming out of the severe collapse radiation zone, he felt unwell for a while, but soon returned to normal.

He only told Doug, and the next day, under the puzzled looks of Cecilia and Alki, Doug counted the number of anti-ELID drugs they currently had, re-planned the number and frequency of use, and finally asked them to take them according to the re-scheduled time.

This is very unusual.

When Cecilia saw Tony, her eyes flashed slightly, as if she understood something.

"You two, can you still hold on?" she pointed out bluntly.

"Well, it seems you've discovered me." Tony said indifferently, "As long as I'm in a weak radiation environment, I'll be fine."

"What about you?" She stared at Archie.

The latter patted his chest, making a muffled sound, "It's done, nothing went wrong."

"Then let's go."

……

On the other hand, Raphael saw several major red-marked warnings in the self-check data stream, all of which were problems with the joints of both lower limbs. Although she could still hold on, according to the damage records, they were all caused by the impact of her landing from the second floor or the sprint jump.

At first, the body can hold on, but if it is hit enough times, the impact force will become stronger each time, and the same is true for the weight.

If this continues for a long time, the body's endurance limit will be exceeded and it will be in a state where it may break down at any time, making it difficult to move.

Based on this situation, Raphael chose to contact the survivors and try to get the mission information from them. Obviously, the core led by Lieutenant Colonel Bilis had no intention of fulfilling her promise, but instead used her communication authority to establish contact with their superiors and launched new activities.

A jerk whose ambition had blinded her rational judgment, she sat on the floor of her apartment balcony, peering through the gap in the railing at the street below.

It was still early, and it would take a long time for the Cyclops team to get here from Tandron. If they were unlucky on the way and encountered the JTF joint operations force, SHD agents or other strangers many times, fighting and retreating to find a new route would take up a lot of time.

Not long after the order was issued, she heard complaints from the Centaurs team in the team channel. There were too many enemies. Ever since the leader of the Lester gang was killed by the SHD agents, the bandits who could gather together were scattered everywhere.

There are also the bastards from the JTF joint forces who have no skills but are forced to work at key intersections and check on scavengers passing by.

Some JTF members are dishonest and are extorting refugees who are already on the brink of death.

If Doug hadn't reminded them to try to pass through silently, they would have killed these bastards who betrayed everyone and still pretended to be "good guys".

As for the agents, the situation is much better. As long as you don't show hostility or opposition, they will turn a blind eye and a deaf ear.

What's the point of fighting and killing all day long? The guys who were activated and entered New York after the second wave seemed to have this attitude. Fight if you want, don't fight if you don't want to, we still have to rush to repair circuits, signal relay antennas, sewers, and water supply pipelines, highlighting the attributes of a worker.

Fortunately, thanks to their unremitting efforts, most of the areas in Manhattan controlled by the Division have restored power and water supply. Although New York's water supply system does not require electricity to maintain, it is the damaged water supply lines that really need maintenance.

They followed the example of the survivors' army on the east side of the city and while collecting daily necessities, they also gathered together the large number of refugees stranded in the city and managed them in a unified manner.

At this point, the number of deaths from influenza is actually very small, and more deaths come from the cold winter and lack of food.

This directly led to another strange but natural phenomenon: the money flu almost stopped spreading.

As long as the scavengers did not enter the marked virus-contaminated areas, they would not be infected with the disease. Moreover, many contaminated areas were burned clean by high-temperature flames due to the efforts of the purifiers.

Sometimes, Doug couldn't help but think that if the Purifiers continued to burn, perhaps most of the areas in Manhattan contaminated by the influenza virus would be purified by them.

It's a scary thought, but it's a quick way to an answer.

As long as all the transmission chains are cut off and the source of infection is eliminated, no matter how powerful the virus is, it will fall into the embarrassing situation of being unable to cook without rice. Without the transmission carrier, it can be declared safe.

Chapter 102 Death Fight

Late at night, Raphael suddenly woke up from her sleep. She first heard the sound of "da da da da", followed by a series of explosions.

Following the explosion, dust quickly covered the entire street.

"Raphael, I got it. I'm Cecilia. We're about to pass the intersection. Can you provide cover?"

The sudden sound in the headset made her immediately pick up the XM5 assault rifle from her side. The bridge and optical sight were already in place, but there were only 37 rounds of ammunition, which was close to the amount of two magazines.

After the fight, all you can do is go down and have a modern, not-so-elegant pistol duel with the enemy.

The enemy used a spear, and she could only use a pistol.

The damn survivor army used the recruited team to consume her combat supplies, and finally ended up in this situation. If I had known earlier, I would not have promoted it on the outside network. I lost more than I gained, and lost both the lady and the army.

She was so angry that her teeth itched, and she secretly swore in her heart that she would better not let her access the Internet when she returned to the outside world. If she did, she would immediately fill all those things with junk news, and use all kinds of means such as diversion, FAKE News, and rumor-refuting.

When the rabbit gets angry, it will kick the eagle!

Go and die with your ambition. A few hundred more corpses won't matter anyway! After Raphael was ready, he responded, "Got it. Report your position."

"Uh, we'll be moving from east to west along 26th Street, please don't shoot at us. We're engaging about four enemies. Please be careful, there are snipers on the other side."

"Got it. I've seen you." Raphael tore off the bandage and opened the backup camera in his right eye, which was emitting a dark red light. "I've found the target and am confirming the shooter's position."

"Can you cover us?" Cecilia said anxiously.

"Okay, but I have to change positions after I shoot."

"Then shoot!"

"Your wish is granted." Raphael sat on the floor holding his rifle and looked out through the gap. The unknown unit from the night before was the one chasing the Centaurs team. No wonder they were able to defeat the Centaurs team and make them flee in disarray.

He was able to save his life and fight with them till here, so his fighting ability is worthy of recognition.

"Ah--" Archie screamed as a bullet grazed his cheek, tearing away half of his face, revealing his bloody skull and gums. Completely different from Raphael's red bionic blood, a viscous, brightly colored liquid immediately flowed down.

Boom!

The explosion that followed rolled up a cloud of smoke that covered him completely. Alki Huberst was completely finished. Needless to say, the power of the M67 grenade exploded at his feet.

In the dust, a faint red light was looming, shuttling quickly like a ghost, and from time to time there were bursts of sound from the P-416 firing.

Raphael ignored the losses suffered by the Centaur team and focused on catching the figures running left and right on the road.

When he slowed down to climb over the roadblock, she seized her opportunity.

Puff, puff, puff, three shots flew out in succession. The second bullet hit his thigh accurately, and the third bullet hit his lower abdomen, taking away a large piece of flesh and blood when it penetrated.

One for one, that's fair.

"Ugh—fuck fuck! Aaaaahhh!"

A scream was squeezed out of the mouse's lungs, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

"Hold on here. Skiff, pull him back, pull him back!"