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

Fortunately, the target's companion was anxious and killed the seriously injured "rat" for them. This action completely confirmed Alpha and Skiff's decision to evacuate.

If they let the "rat" lie there tossing and turning and wailing, it would likely lead to more serious consequences.

Problems such as low morale and loss of reason can occur at any time.

As the sniper in the team, the Mechanic chose to sneak and try to capture the target independently, but was unexpectedly but reasonably defeated by the combat bionic humanoid.

After all, he is not a human being. As long as his core control center is not completely destroyed, it is impossible to eliminate the target's fighting will.

What robots lack the least is willpower. They are driven by programs and will not turn back even if they hit a wall once they have made up their minds.

Of course, in order to obtain permission to evacuate, the two slightly modified the development of the two battles and slightly exaggerated the actual capabilities of the combat androids. For example, their complete suppression of the opponent through reasonable tactical use was glorified as an "effective counterattack."

Soon, the two received permission to retreat.

The people behind them urgently need to understand the situation. If bionic robots can indeed achieve this, then the development progress of the corresponding projects must be accelerated.

For now, Target's activity in New York gives them enough confidence.

If it is successfully developed, their various productivity will usher in great development. Its application in the military field can be described as more than just "bright prospects".

Replacing humans is child's play. If we really want to use it, we need heavy autonomous robots that carry heavy machine guns, automatic grenade launchers, and can follow large troops in combat.

Pretending to be human? Sorry, that's not really necessary.

The human body structure is always limited in this regard, but pure mechanical wind is completely different.

Chapter 105 Parting

Showing up at the agreed place at the agreed time was not a difficult task for the Hundred-eyed Giant team who were determined to stay away from that rotten land.

Raphael completed the system self-check for the day and opened her eyes from the bed. Her remaining unilateral vision was a little blurry, so she squinted.

The outlines of objects gradually became clear: the dilapidated ceiling, large patches of peeling plaster walls, and all the items in the house were covered with a layer of old dust.

She tried to raise her left hand, and immediately felt a sharp pain in her arm.

Simulation is not actually a bad thing, but when it exceeds a certain limit, simulation becomes a shackle.

"What a failure... both in terms of the body... and the cultivation of emotions in the mind and personality..." Raphael stood up slowly, his legs were not in good condition either.

"Raphael, are you awake?"

After hearing the noise, Cecilia came in from the outer room. She handed the lunch box filled with broth to the girl.

"This is breakfast."

"Have you eaten?" Raphael did not answer first, but asked: "Remember that before the break, Tony's reaction was very violent."

"He is in good condition now. We gave him medicine."

"It seems that the ELID radiation here is very weak. Staying in a place like this for a long time will kill him."

Raphael looked at the broth, said "thank you" first, and then took the lunch box from Cecilia.

She hadn't eaten hot food for more than two months, and when she drank the warm soup, she felt as if she had returned to the world again. There were problems everywhere in her body, but her bionic internal organs were still working normally...

She didn't know how to complain. She wondered if the engineers who made this body had put their energy and attention in the wrong places.

"I didn't expect you to be so polite." Cecilia teased Raphael's behavior.

"is it?"

Raphael looked up at the starry black night sky, which was even clearer due to the cold weather, and sighed:

"I am getting more and more confused about you. It's like there is a 10-centimeter-thick glass between the walls of a house. I can't see the other side of the transparent wall, and I can't get in."

"That's a bit scary," Cecilia said in a relaxed tone, as if she was really scared. "I won't be able to sleep tonight after hearing this. Did you do this on purpose, Raphael?"

"Hey."

Raphael half opened his eyes, her lips moved, and he looked at her as if he was choked, and then curled the corners of his mouth from the bottom of his heart.

She couldn't make such a choice.

Cecilia had also made up her mind. She had said yesterday that she had to leave here. The scheduled evacuation time was approaching, but she resolutely threw away the ticket given by Raphael.

If it were Raphael, he would definitely seize this opportunity and leave this public place that is hated by everyone and dogs forever.

Maybe this is what people are like. They are sometimes selfish, willing to do anything for a tiny bit of resources, and willing to pay any painful price for their companions.

"Will we have a chance to meet again in the future?" Cecilia asked calmly.

"Maybe."

Raphael flipped through the messages he received from the data link at night.

"If you can't hold on any longer, you can go with Doug to Camp Hudson. The Marines will open a shelter there to accommodate refugees from New York. With luck, the two of you can pass their physical examination.

Hudson Yards is the only legal channel in New York and the only chance you have. Forget about the airdrops, the Marines will stop after they land because there is no need to continue."

Cecilia suddenly became confused and didn't know what to choose.

The cessation of airdrops meant that they could not obtain supplies through violent means. Most of New York's water supply system was contaminated by ELID. Even though the gravity water supply system was still operating normally, unfortunately, the clean water flowing out of the pipes already contained radioactive substances.

You won’t die immediately after drinking it, but the most frightening thing is time, as time will decide everything.

"So, you and Doug are really planning on staying?"

Raphael untied his hair tie and let his long chestnut hair fall down, letting it flutter in the wind.

She had already seen the warship speeding on the water and looked back at Cecilia. Her hair was like brown clouds, thick and soft.

"Well, I don't know." Cecilia smiled, looking relaxed. She leaned her elbows on the railing and said thoughtfully, "Maybe I will change my mind soon..."

"Cesiliya, leave me your magazines, spare ammunition, and food."

Captain Doug Sutton's voice came from the door, his voice was deep but extremely hoarse.

"Raphael is right, you shouldn't stay here, I think so too."

"but……"

"I know."

Doug walked over to her and put his elbows on the railing as well, looking out at the two SDVT assault carriers speeding across the water.

"We are very grateful for your kindness. Since the encounter that day, how should I put it? I always feel that you are getting taller and taller. Ha! The kind of tallness, or strength, that I can no longer reach."

He felt nervous after making fun of himself, and his tall body hunched a little. In order to show that it was because of the cold, he put his hands in his pockets.

However, Cecilia didn't seem to look at him. She asked in doubt, "Powerful?" before turning around and using her palms to measure herself and Doug, "I'm only as tall as you, and my arms only have that much muscle..."

"Okay, time's up." Doug didn't say anything and threw out two yellow smoke bombs as agreed.

This meant there were only two passengers.

"This is the Water Magician, calling the Archangel, the pick-up signal has been confirmed, please reply if you receive it."

“Contact is coming,” Doug warned.

"Ah, I know." Raphael turned and looked at Cecilia, "Are you ready? We are leaving."

Cecilia rolled her eyes at the girl rudely, then laughed again. At this moment, she couldn't help but sigh, stretched her body, and groaned with a crackling sound in her spine.

She placed a hand on the railing, looked back at Captain Doug Sutton standing in the shadows and said, "Captain, remember this - you have to survive."

"what?"

"You must survive!" Cecilia repeated.

Doug Sutton was stunned when he heard this, and his whole body went numb. After a while, he smiled bitterly: "I can only assure you that I will do my best."

"I know." Cecilia didn't look at him. "Raphael, respond to the reinforcements."

"This is Archangel, estimated to arrive at the evacuation location within two minutes."

"receive."

Doug helped the frail Tony toward midtown Manhattan.

Before he left, he took one last look at Cecilia and Raphael. He knew that from then on their lives would be like short-lived parallel trains. They could witness each other's progress but would never have any intersection again.

Cecilia and Raphael walked through the woods, waiting for the SDVT assault carrier to dock.

Chapter 106: Rebirth of the Noble Squad

Doug Sutton thought he was a qualified captain, and Cecilia, Tony, and Alki were impeccable as team members - although everyone's cooperation was poor at the beginning. If it weren't for the useful equipment distributed by the Strategic Homeland Security Agency, they would probably have been finished long ago.

Later, the number of combat missions in the white areas gradually increased, and they were occasionally ordered to go to the isolation and blockade areas to perform small tasks, allowing them to gradually integrate from a makeshift team into a complete squad.

Even so, he was still in a desperate situation. If Raphael hadn't fallen from the sky, his three teammates would have died in the siege.

Speaking of which, he still doesn't know the girl's real name and identity. Even though the other party did not reveal her identity in the end, this only shows that Raphael's actual identity information is very sensitive.

The encounter that night might not have been aimed at the Hundred-eyed Giant Squad, but the actual target was the girl hiding in the apartment waiting for reinforcements.

They were in the right place at the right time, and the enemy was in the right place at the right time, so it was natural for a gunfight to break out.

Recalling the first time he saw the girl, he thought absentmindedly that if he had not been married with children, he might really fall in love with this mysterious girl who was both talented in literature and martial arts.

However, now it seems that she is not so magical and will be defeated as well. Although it looks a bit tragic, she looks cuter than before.

Doug laughed for no reason when he thought of this.

"What's the matter, old friend, you look very happy." Tony said jokingly in a weak voice.

"I just thought of Miss Raphael."

Doug admitted that he was just an ordinary man, and there was nothing wrong with appreciating beautiful and cute things. He had no complaints about the unlovely aspects of his fate.

He and Raphael were originally two parallel lines that had no intention of intersecting, but they came together only because of an accident, but they would definitely go in their own directions in the end.

"That's it."

Tony forced a smile, "A beautiful girl who comes and goes without a trace. I understand men's affairs. I understand."

"Go away." Doug slapped Tony on the forehead. "I have a family. I feel bad for them by coming to New York. If I have any wrong thoughts, I will be guilty of death."

Tony Gaggia gasped and raised his hand to light up the ISAC's electronic pulse to detect the situation within a radius of 50 meters.

The ISAC assistant, which was operating offline, reminded: "Number of flagged threats, 0."

"Looks safe?"

"No, the pulse scan is not credible. We haven't updated the information in it for a long time. If we run into trouble later, I will need your support."

Doug pulled out his gun and helped Tony into the alley.

Sunrise was about to begin, and in Tony's current state, the thought of daytime activities was out of reach.

He slowly unlocked the door with a lock picking tool and walked slowly into the stairwell of the apartment with his burden.

Two days later, Tony Gaggia was surprised to find that his body and spirit had recovered to their best condition. Standing upstairs, he smiled and said to the bandits fighting for resources on the street: "From now on, the noble team will resume their activities."

Doug Sutton stood beside him, cradling an M4A1 assault rifle, and turned to walk up the stairs.

Yes, they are back in action.

Are you ready, bastards in the city that never sleeps? Your real father is back online.

……

Back in time, when Raphael had just boarded the SDVT assault carrier, the captain in charge smiled in surprise when he saw his passenger: "Hi, Raphael, long time no see."

"I remember you are... Lance Phillips?" Raphael found the name of the second-class sergeant in front of him in his memory. "The last time we met should be in the jungle in the south. It's been a long time."

"I didn't expect that the person we were going to meet would be you." Lance Philip said.

"By the way, how's the situation outside New York?"

"At first, the flu virus caused panic among the people, but after statistical calculations, after deducting the death data in New York, the number of ordinary people who died from the disease in the two months before and after was less than 3..."

Lance turned the battleship around and set sail, saying, "Most of the deaths came from New York, accounting for 99% of the total deaths... To be honest, this ratio is very abnormal, it's like..."

"A specialized viral attack, right?"

Raphael made no secret of this, because that was the truth she had learned. The Qian flu virus was an artificially bred variant of smallpox, which had acquired higher infectivity, stronger adaptability and a longer incubation period through genetic recombination.

Then, the virus is allowed to contaminate banknotes, and then the banknotes are allowed to circulate naturally during the big sales festivals. Therefore, the number of people infected will inevitably increase rapidly, which will overwhelm the fragile medical system in one go.

When people found that hospitals were filled with patients with the same symptoms and the bodies of the dead, panic became a new virus that spread at an alarming rate, and chaos ensued.

As violence escalated, New York government departments announced they would cease operations, and this was exactly what was happening according to the script.