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

The things scattered on the ground made a creaking sound under my feet. When I walked into the fully enclosed hut from the sunlight, I couldn't see anything at first. After a little adjustment, the space inside the house became clear.

It looked huge inside, with a faint light in the far corner and a choking stench in the air.

Suddenly, someone let out a faint, long groan, and then the voice of the "survivor" was heard. His voice was hoarse, and he had to gasp for several seconds after each word.

"help me……"

Among the many corpses lying on the wooden beds with their eyes wide open, there was a man with pus on his face and blood in the corners of his eyes, who turned his head to look at Raphael.

Perhaps out of "reluctance", Raphael turned on the tactical flashlight of his pistol, and his bloodshot eyes moved up and down and left and right as the light beam moved.

Did he think he could be rescued?

Raphael grabbed his wrist and felt that his pulse was very weak, as if he was just beating slightly. She moved two steps and touched another hand, which was already frozen cold.

After a long silence, a faint, low voice came out:

"They...are all dead..."

"How many people are here? Have you ordered yet?"

no answer.

"How long have you been infected?"

"It's been 4 days since the 13th..."

"14 days," Raphael said.

"Then I was mistaken. I thought I remembered it very well."

"What's your name?" she asked.

"O'Neill...O'Neill Crest."

As Raphael spoke to the man who answered her slowly, pausing occasionally with great effort, she observed the stiffened bodies.

These people were skinny, with red tumors clearly distributed on their faces, arms and exposed legs. There were crystals in many places on their skin, which was probably the result of suppuration and failure to keep warm enough.

Their deaths are pitiful, but at the same time they also give people a sense of alienation caused by fear. They are no longer ordinary people when they are sick.

Raphael discovered that she was actually sad at the moment, and then he developed an impatient desire to do something immediately.

Make them return to normal?

It can’t be done. This is the result of “rational” calculations, and for these dead people, it is already too late to save them.

She noticed that Kleist had a cross with Christ on it around his neck and said:

"Do you want me to say your last prayers?"

"...You?" Crest hesitated for a long time and moved his head slightly.

Raphael recited the prayer as recorded in the materials:

"God is with you, O Holy Mother of Grace. Blessed are you among women, and blessed is your son Jesus. Holy Mary, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen."

She thought for a moment and added:

"Blessed Virgin Mary, pray that this poor man may die."

Kleist's bruised face showed a satisfied look, and he said something incoherently, but Raphael couldn't understand. His remaining life was rapidly fading away, and he had no strength to say anything more.

He mumbled again, but she still didn't understand. She saw a tear rolling out of his eyes. Raphael was surprised. She didn't expect this man to have tears. She thought he seemed to have nothing.

"It's time to leave."

She told herself that she couldn't waste any more time.

Not only do they have to investigate what's going on near the Empire State Building, but they also have to go to Wall Street to find out what the Rangers and the special forces of unknown origin are going to do.

Maybe it's a cover-up to protect Wall Street's assets? It's unrealistic. The really important things should have been properly handled when they were evacuated.

There was no point in speculating here. Raphael stopped the calculation process, took a breath of cold air that contained a large amount of virus aerosols, and forced the computing core to cool down.

The greenback virus entered the humanoid body and had no idea where to start with the simulated internal organs. It asked itself: What the hell is this place? I spent so much effort and underwent so many "transformation surgeries" to gain super infectious power, why is it useless? !

Raphael had no way of knowing the confusion surrounding the virus, nor did he want to know.

Leaving the Washington Park Mortuary's patient disposal room, she took one last look inside and turned toward the door at the other end.

The park's log records show that the park buried more than 3200 patient bodies, but the reception center set up in the nearby underground parking lot continued to send in the dead, and finally there were not enough bags to hold the bodies.

The worker in charge of digging the pit worked while sick and died in the excavator on the morning of the 7th.

Since then, burial work has basically stopped, but open-air clinics and hospitals still send bodies here.

Finally, Kleist decided to lay the patient on the ground to save space as much as possible. Because it was winter and there was heavy snow, it was harmless to use this method to buy time temporarily.

When reinforcements arrive, they will be able to bury the dead calmly.

Obviously, instead of waiting for the planned cure or vaccine, he ended up killing himself and his men in the graveyard.

She walked outside, and the sunlight made her squint. Raphael looked down at his hands, which were stained with pus. If he touched any water pipe, it could cause the death of hundreds or even tens of thousands of people.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with using the term "Hand of Death" to describe it, but there's a sense of shame about it - it's normal to feel ashamed of a name that comes up, right?

Raphael grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and rubbed it on his hands to wash away the pus.

She has not thought of turning into a plague or natural disaster, at least not now. The future is uncertain because she cannot predict what she will become in the future.

Chapter 11 Street Gangs

Before leaving, Raphael roughly counted the number of bodies lying in the open air at the park's burial site, which was estimated to be between 500 and 600.

If a drug cannot be developed in a short period of time, the most effective way is to cut off the source of infection: gather all the infected people together and wait for them to die.

Judging from the situation in New York, it seems that the New York State government and the federal government have done nothing. No, it would be insulting to say that, but their efforts have been focused on establishing a blockade and dealing with the bodies.

Thinking about these things was boring, so Raphael killed the thread of his thoughts and turned his attention to Fifth Avenue.

This section of road is an important north-south artery in the road traffic system of Manhattan, New York.

It starts from Washington Square Park in the south and ends at 138th Street in the north. Since Fifth Avenue is located in the center of Manhattan, the east-west streets in Manhattan are sometimes called east-west based on this street.

There are many attractions on Fifth Avenue, including the Empire State Building, New York Public Library, Rockefeller Center, St. Patrick's Cathedral and Central Park from south to north.

In addition, since there are famous art museums such as the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Whitney Museum of American Art, the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, and the Cooper Hewitt Museum of Design near Central Park, it is called "Art Museum Avenue".

However, her purpose of coming here was not to go on an outing or to be influenced by art. Raphael's purpose was always clear: to take a look around the Empire State Building.

The famous shops on both sides of the avenue had long been looted. Even though the storefronts were in ruins and all the facilities had been demolished, one could still see people searching inside.

Soon after she stepped onto the main street, she saw two groups of robbers who were looting stores engaging in a fierce gunfight on the street. She even saw a thug holding a homemade wooden shield in one hand and a baseball bat in the other, charging at the enemy mercilessly.

Police are seen occasionally, but their actions here are a drop in the bucket.

After avoiding the gun battle area four times, the weak appearance of the human figure was noticed by the street forces. The thugs who were driven by the lower body played with weapons and walked up with the aura of excitement.

"Get out of here!" she snapped.

"Sweetheart, you are so beautiful. How about we be friends? Friends who can communicate intimately."

He stared at Raphael. Her appearance, her eyes, her domineering and scolding tone were truly a beauty.

If it were a month ago, Bill Noyce would still have some reservations, but in the current situation, he just wants to keep the person under him and live a good life.

Women and guns are never a problem. Even if she holds a weapon, she probably won't be that aggressive. In addition, he is not alone. There are several good brothers behind him who have the same idea. Healthy women are rare. If you don't get one now, it will be even harder in the future.

The group of people who escaped from the prison are frantically grabbing the territory and the limited resources of the city. If I can use this woman to get in touch with them, I might be able to get a good reputation.

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Noyce walked over, twirling his pistol and shaking his head, trying to grab the standard rifle in the other man's arms.

Raphael was sulking, and he used the butt of his gun to hit the passerby bandit who was obsessed with sex. And there was a strange stench lingering on this man, maybe he was a poisonous insect.

Noyce only felt that his face was damaged, not to mention the pain in his hand. He was furious and rushed towards her. He tried to slap her with his left hand and reached for the sharp knife stuck in the left armpit of his vest with his right hand.

However, the fight did not break out.

Raphael stood firm and swung his left arm, as if to push away something that was in the way, and pushed the thug who suddenly appeared in front of him aside.

Noyce stumbled back a few steps and squatted on the ground. Several other thugs were already on alert with guns. He waved to his companions, indicating that he would capture the woman himself.

In his opinion, the fact that she did not take advantage of the situation when she had the upper hand showed that she was indeed the kind of girl who was "obedient, well-behaved and studious."

"I'm Bill Noyce, from the South City..." As Noyce introduced himself and his gang, he pulled out a shiny knife from his vest.

His companions, who had been on their guard at first, relaxed and looked at the two of them. The oldest, a peasant-looking man with dark skin and a gray beard, froze when he saw Raphael's face.

The others were also eyeing the opportunity, hoping to get a piece of the action.

"They are all outsiders." Raphael whispered, "Humans are really hard to understand."

"Why are you speaking so quietly? Speak louder and make everyone happy, right? Ah, everyone."

Someone blew a whistle, urging Noyce to hurry up. Why didn't he teach this aggressive woman a lesson?

"I want you to... die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Raphael raised his gun.

In Noyce's world, suddenly, the sand-colored XM5 rifle appeared before his eyes, and then a tiny flash of fire disappeared.

In the first moment, "Huh?" was all that could be uttered.

With surprise and disbelief, Noyce slowly knelt down, holding his abdomen. He raised his head and looked at the woman who supported his body and used him as a cover with confused and puzzled eyes.

By the time Raphael's mind registered the threat and activated the response program, the men had already raised their guns.

Observe, position, make decisions, and execute. By the time the nearest thug lowered his head and pulled the bolt, her assault rifle had already completed aiming.

She saw muzzle flashes and heard blasts from the thug’s pistol, but felt no pain or signs of being hit.

The crosshairs were very stable, and the index finger pressed down three times in succession, and three bullets rushed towards the body.

Two 6.8mm bullets entered the thug's chest, and the third bullet hit the hand holding the pistol, cutting off two fingers. The rolling bullet sank into the throat and finally left from the back of the neck with a lot of debris.

Raphael twisted his waist to point the muzzle of the gun, kicked the body lying on him away and took small steps back. His front hand held the handguard from the side and his thumb pressed on the top of the handguard to form a stable holding posture, already aiming at the enemy holding a civilian AK at medium distance.

XM5 whispered to him twice.

The moment the scene in front of her met her eyes, both bullets left marks on the gunman's face, and gravity directly pulled him to the ground, bloody.

Aim, shoot, aim, shoot, Raphael was like a combine harvester, ruthlessly reaping the lives of street thugs. A minute later, she re-scanned the area 360 degrees, looking for other threats and dealing with them.

Seeing nothing, she turned her attention to the body of the man who called himself "Noyce", who was no longer breathing.

Raphael knelt on one knee beside him and pointed the muzzle of the XM5 toward the sky.

She rolled up the long sleeves of the corpse's arms, only to find that they were already covered with messy tattoos, layer upon layer, making it impossible to capture any features, let alone analyze and compare.

……

"The counterattack was clean and sharp, and the attack was ruthless and decisive. He is not a civilian weapon enthusiast. Moreover, that gun..."

The man put down the binoculars, tilted his head and said, "ISAC, initiate the pulse, mark the threat unit."

After a moment, the synthetic voice responded: "Mark threat: 01."

Chapter 12 Unfriendly Contact

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The moment the electromagnetic scanning pulse swept across his body, Raphael suddenly stood up and hid in the alley on the side of the road.

The ECM electronic countermeasures system was constantly sending her warnings and activating the deceptive jamming (DECM) system.

The system records the microwave signal, then processes it using a digital radio frequency memory subsystem (DRFM) and manipulates it in amplitude, frequency and phase to generate a wide range of interference signals.

The processed signal is re-adjusted, phase-quantized by a digital conversion simulator, and then the jamming signal is sent back to the enemy, eventually presenting a false target with a constant range change rate on the enemy's detection radar.

In short, the digital RF storage system is a basic means of deceptive interference. The range gate traction inputs a false target signal into the radar range tracking circuit to lead the radar's range tracking gate away from the true target distance position.

The repeater jammer amplifies the radar signal and forwards it back.