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

Bertrand knew Quinn had the potential to be an agent, and he loved asking questions.

After a weapons disassembly and assembly training session, everyone dispersed, but Quinn continued practicing.

"Hey, kid! Training is over."

Quinn smiled at him.

"I'm curious," Bertrand asked with a smile, "Why are you so serious about weapons?"

Quinn replied: "I don't know what others think, anyway, I am prepared to come back alive. Although we are not soldiers who will be deployed to the hot zone at any time, if the system decides that we need to go out one day, I must first ensure that it is OK."

At the age of 17, Bertrand once experienced the temptation of drugs. Young Bertrand likes to try all new things and feels that there is no impact.

But when he was 18, he began to realize that if he stayed in his hometown after graduating from high school, he would end up in jail or die.

This is not whining without reason. One day, one of his friends fell out of the third-floor window of an abandoned house due to an overdose of drugs. Although he did not die, he became disabled for life.

Not long after that, Bertrand joined the army.

While undergoing basic Marine training at Fort Drum, Bertrand had asked Quinn why he had decided to join the Strategic Bureau.

Quinn replied:

"My life is a mess. You're a white kid from a wealthy neighborhood who has never seen the life of street gangs and drug dealers. I've lived there since I was a child, and it's rotten. If I don't find a way to leave, then there's only one ending waiting for me: becoming an unknown corpse without a head or hands."

"How did they find you?"

"I don't know either, you know."

Quinn remembers that when he just graduated from community college, he had a lot of trouble to get recruited by the Baltimore Police Department.

“When they approached me, I had only been in the police force for a year.”

Bertrand no longer cared about Quinn's background as they walked down New York's most dangerous streets, where the snow must have been at least 2 inches (5 centimeters) deep, almost up to their ankles.

No one in the team had ever been to the battlefield, so Bertrand, who had been to Syria, naturally became their leader.

For almost all agents, even if they are strong and professionally trained, walking on the snow with at least 80 pounds (36 kilograms) of equipment on their backs is the most severe test.

They have a lot to worry about - falls, enemies, and idiots hiding in tall buildings.

The people in hiding might accidentally bump into some garbage, and then everyone would yell "Be careful!" and then hide, picking up their guns and ready to fight back at any time.

It's a painful process until you get used to it.

Two days into the afternoon of their arrival in New York, they were chasing a gang that used flamethrowers and guns to commit crimes. These bastards were so bad that they burned anyone they saw and set up IEDs in inconspicuous places on the roadside.

This group of people are just a bunch of psychopaths.

ISAC analyzed the residual information at the crime scene and told him and his team that the people being burned by flames were actually blue-collar workers such as sanitation workers and cleaners in New York.

They lost everything after the explosion.

Later, under the leadership of Joe Ferro, the "Purifiers" gang was formed. They firmly believed that the only way to save the city was to burn all infected or suspected infected people and objects.

These Purifiers were roaming around the city, and in just a few days, ISAC's cloud system received multiple reports of sightings and combat from agents.

When the virus hit New York, the sanitation workers in the besieged city were unwilling to sit idly by, so they united to form the "Purifiers", determined to save themselves in an extreme and blind way.

They carried flamethrowers and reduced city after city to scorched earth. Only in this way could they eradicate the patellar band in the city.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

At this moment, Bertrand, who was lost in thought, suddenly heard a "hissing" sound.

"what happened?"

"Maybe the battery is leaking," Quinn said to Bertrand. The batteries of the infrared sight were stacked together, filled with some kind of inert gas, and if there was a crack, it would make a hissing sound.

"Quick check."

So Quinn squatted down behind a burnt car and removed the infrared sight mounted on the rail of the UMP45 submachine gun. When he was about to check further, a wall of red light suddenly shone on the captain's cheek.

Fire is an important element that brought humans from primitive society to civilized society. Its properties of both production and destruction were soon used by humans in the military field.

What made him panic and puzzled was that this group of blue-collar workers, whose average education level was only at the level of public high school, actually took out hand-made individual flamethrowers. And the fuel they chose for their flamethrowers was actually processed napalm.

Long, high-temperature flames danced across the streets, turning all the garbage and corpses piled on the roadside into fireballs.

They burned everything, muttering something like the charlatans who swindled people out of money on the streets:

"These streets are infected, and to save our city we must burn this virus, every trace of it. No matter what the cost."

"Start a war?" Quinn asked.

His upper body was pressed against the sedan, and his submachine gun was pointed at one of the rioters.

“Kill them all.”

Chapter 15 The Girl Who Fell from the Sky (Please Vote and Support)

As dusk approached, Samora Malkovich wanted to relax, but he always felt that something was wrong - like one of those old movie plots where it was "too quiet, too quiet".

Suddenly, there was a series of gunshots and shouting.

Several oval-shaped objects rolled towards them flexibly from the ground.

Boom-boom-something big happened! He quickly fell to the ground and looked around: What happened?

The wailing sound only emerged after the impact of the explosion ended.

Things are not looking good.

Just look at the blood all over the road, it's obvious that someone was blown to pieces.

Malkovich felt very lucky that the "grenadiers" Ivan Dora and Walter Dennis, who were walking in the front, used their bodies to lead away all the strange things.

While cursing, he freed his hands and made the sign of the cross in front of him.

There were a few guys with fat faces. They were dressed just like ordinary people, except that there was a faint orange-yellow light on their wrists and shoulders, and they were holding things in their hands that Malkovich was very familiar with.

Their movements were coordinated and efficient, and their cover was chosen carefully with each move.

Since the distance between the two was almost to the point of bloodshed, running away would only put them in an extremely disadvantageous situation.

"We can't retreat!" he shouted, "We have more people, let's fight them!"

After someone stepped forward to serve as the backbone, the Purifier Front, which was on the verge of collapse, stabilized.

The grenadiers who were supposed to throw incendiary bombs threw explosives frantically, while the "incinerators" wearing heavy homemade bulletproof vests and heavy fuel tanks on their backs set up their flamethrowers and sprayed dragons of fire at the enemies dozens of yards away.

Only then did Malkovich remember what had been bothering him.

These people were not police officers. The police in charge of homicide cases had long been eliminated, and the SWAT team was overwhelmed with their own affairs, so it was good enough for them to guard their lair. During his short service, he had seen all kinds of visitors at the battalion headquarters.

Officers and other ranks, infantry and all the other unknown branches. They may wear a variety of different signs and insignia, and wear different colors of camouflage, but they all have common characteristics - they all conform to the characteristics of soldiers.

And these people have none of that.

He doubted that they were not the military, but there were so many special departments, who could tell for sure?

At this moment, the guy over there threw out something like a briefcase, which turned into an unmanned autonomous machine gun tower after a few seconds.

Da da da da da…

Damn, what kind of people are these, Malkovich thought. Those are not weapons that ordinary military police can use.

This is no small matter. The emergence of this kind of equipment means that they can use technology to make up for the disadvantage of insufficient manpower and may also gain an advantage in equipment.

Even though they were pistol bullets, the continuous rain of bullets and the clanging sound of bullets hitting the outer wall of the bunker were enough to scare most people.

Even if the pistol bullet is weak, as long as the number of shots per unit time is large enough, it can still make a hornet's nest out of a person. This is called winning by quantity.

Okay, okay, let's wait and see how long this thing can be so arrogant.

The autonomous machine gun tower fired wildly in the direction of the Purifier team, forcing the Burners to unable to raise their heads for a while.

……

The attack has begun.

For many agents, this was the first time in their lives that they had actively killed one of their own kind. They had no idea who the enemy was, which organization they were related to, or what their motives were.

In fact, none of this matters.

Bertrand and his "North American Gray Wolf" team determined the general identity of the enemy and launched the operation with advantages in equipment and personnel quality.

M4 assault rifles, UMP45 and M240 are their main weapons. No matter how terrible the flames sprayed by the enemy are, it will only make their efforts to counterattack seem ineffective.

Bertrand returned fire while thinking, it would be great if he could recruit a sniper. Eliminating the flamethrowing enemy at the necessary safe distance would make their attack more efficient.

In just a few days, the city's security situation has become much worse than predicted.

Chaos! Or more accurately, organized chaos, has taken over the city.

There was gunfire everywhere in the streets.

The police were nowhere to be seen, and no one was doing anything to stop these sudden fights. It was unclear who was fighting with the shooter.

He had seen it on the way here.

Fortunately, he dodged quickly enough, otherwise he would have been shot.

He put the empty magazine into the recycling bag, pulled out a new one and inserted it into the magazine well, and picked up the Mk18 short assault rifle again. At this time, he was like the scythe of the god of death, and every short burst of fire would take away a person.

But the enemies seemed endless, and when you knock one down, another would pop up. This level of organization was enough to beat the army of a small country on the edge, not to mention that they were equipped with flamethrowers on a large scale, which was simply outrageous.

The flames on the street were very strong, and every time they appeared, they would set fire to the debris on the ground.

In a short while, the whole world was filled with bright yellow flames.

Bertrand retreated into the bunker and changed the magazine again. The moment he looked up at the sky...

"Uh?"

He could only sigh.

With surprise and doubt, Bertrand spotted a shadow falling from the sky. The light from the street swaying in the wind shone on it, making him feel that he was alone in an extremely unusual scene.

——Is this something a human can do?

Bertrand was at a loss.

His reaction was the same as that of Malkovich, who was also witnessing the scene on the other side, trying to treat the scene as an illusion.

"WTF?"

As Raphael fell, the first thing she saw was a small machine among the many fire dragons that was looking up and preparing to spray bullets at her.

If she had been allowed to fire, she would have been filled with bullets.

He pulled out his pistol, aimed, fired, and the bullet hit the machine gun turret accurately.

"Shiiiiit?!" Bertrand stared blankly as the other party destroyed his machine gun turret in mid-air, and then there was a slight vibration as the object fell to the ground. Then he looked closely and found that it was actually an armed man in plain clothes.

Without the signature equipment of an agent, the pulse scan triggered by the ISAC did not produce any friendly identification signal, but instead a false target moving in a fixed direction appeared.

The fake target marks rendered by the AR glasses passed through the flames and large objects abandoned on the road with impunity, just like a vicious bug in the Earth Online massively multiplayer online game, which was extremely shocking.

There was a trace of solemnity in Bertrand's eyes. Was the other party the reinforcement of the Purifier team?

ISAC: "Warning: High threat individual detected."

But now was not the time to think too much, Bertrand leaned out and tried to aim at the new intruder.

But the next moment he was met with a crackling counterattack, which made him shrink back immediately, then he barely exposed the gun and fired wildly outside.

It doesn’t matter whether you hit the person or not, just don’t let him get close to you.

"Who's that?" Quinn asked.

"I don't know. I heard from ISAC that it was a high-threat target."

"Damn it."

The fire outside was very fierce, and Bertrand said that the guy he just saw would make the pulse detection system ineffective. But his actions before and after landing made him feel that the other party should be a character that is not easy to provoke.

Because the guy hasn't fired back with his automatic rifle yet.