Eh? You want to try the humanoid girl's iron fist too?

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

There was gunfire everywhere in the streets.

The police were nowhere to be seen, and no one did anything to stop the sudden outbreak of fighting. It was also unclear who was fighting you.

He had already seen it on his way here.

Luckily, he dodged quickly enough, otherwise he would have been shot too.

He put the empty magazine into the recycling bag, pulled out a new one to insert into the magazine well, and picked up the Mk18 short assault rifle again. At that moment, he was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, each short burst taking someone away.

But the enemies seem endless; every time you defeat one, another pops up. Their organization is so strong they could easily overwhelm the armies of small, peripheral countries, not to mention they're equipped with flamethrowers on a large scale—it's simply outrageous.

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

In no time, the whole world was filled with bright yellow flames.

Bertrand retreated into cover, and as he changed magazines again, the moment he looked up at the sky...

"Uh?"

All he could do was sigh.

Filled with surprise and doubt, Bertrand saw a shadow fall from the sky. The flickering firelight of the street illuminated it, making him feel as if he were alone in an extremely unusual scene.

Is this something a human can do?

Bertrand was bewildered.

His reaction was the same as Markovic's, who also witnessed the scene, trying to treat what he saw as an illusion.

"WTF?"

As Raphael fell, the first thing she saw was a small machine among the many fire dragons, its head raised as if to spray bullets at her.

If it were to fire, she would definitely be riddled with bullets.

He drew his pistol, aimed, and fired; the bullet hit the machine gun turret precisely.

"Shiiiiit?!" Bertrand stared blankly as the other person destroyed his machine gun turret in mid-air, followed by a slight tremor as the object landed. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was an armed man in plainclothes.

Lacking any distinctive agent equipment, the pulse scan triggered by the ISAC did not yield any friendly identification signals; instead, it revealed a false target moving in a fixed direction.

The fake target markers rendered by the AR glasses brazenly passed through flames and large objects abandoned on the road, as if a serious bug had occurred in a massively multiplayer online game, which was incredibly shocking.

A hint of seriousness appeared in Bertrand's eyes. Were the other party reinforcements from the Purifier team?

ISAC: "Warning: Detection"

A high-threat individual has been detected.

But now was not the time to think about it. Bertrand leaned out and tried to aim at the new intruder.

But the next moment he was met with a barrage of counterattacks, which forced him to immediately retreat, then he barely managed to stick his gun out and spray bullets wildly at the outside.

It doesn't matter whether you can hit them or not, as long as you don't let them get close.

“Who is that?” Quinn asked.

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

"Damn it."

The firepower outside was intense; Bertrand said the guy he'd just seen would disable the pulse detection system. But his actions before and after landing made him think the other guy was someone not to be trifled with.

Because that guy hasn't even returned fire with his automatic rifle yet.

Volume 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 16 Full-Band Jamming, Activated! (Seeking votes and support)

The two groups of gunmen hid behind rubble, in alleys, and in cars, attacking each other with machine guns, AK rifles, and flamethrowers.

Although it wasn't evening yet, a snowstorm enveloped the streets in a flurry of orange-red snowflakes, turning them into a hellish, gloomy place.

The wind howled at 40 miles per hour, and the sound of gunfire and the trailing sparks of bullets pierced through the snow.

The chaotic airflow swirled the snowflakes into a swirling spiral before they slowly drifted down onto the cold concrete barrier.

A stench permeated the city. The sewers had long been destroyed, sewage overflowed from the streets, excrement and urine flowed freely, and a chill emanated from the air.

Office buildings and residential apartments were ignited by flames from napalm, with flames and thick smoke billowing from the holes in the walls. Bullets, bricks, building debris, blown-up utility poles, and car shrapnel flew everywhere, raining down on the bus where Raphael was temporarily hiding.

The gadgets from the Strategic Bureau agents are really something else; "powerful" would be a more apt description. She just saw someone launch a block-like object, which then stuck to some unfortunate Purifier, followed by an explosion.

There are also those grenades or landmines that roll on the ground and follow you after you select a target, which is quite absurd and disgusting.

Even if it's not very powerful, being hit by one will definitely cause dizziness and headaches. Judging from the gray mist rising from the blast radius and the violent coughing sounds, it can be basically determined to be some kind of tear gas.

To her right was an office building with brightly decorated exteriors. Opposite the office building was a small building, but inside, an M240 was firing from a third-floor window. The firing rhythm was very smooth, alternating between short and long bursts.

In an instant, more than 20 bullets appeared on the outer wall of the bus where Raphael was. Fortunately, the mechanical components of the bus's undercarriage were of high quality and absorbed many of the attacks that should not have been borne by it.

"Thanks, buddy!"

Raphael raised his hand and patted the blackened chassis components, then turned to look in the direction of the Strategic Bureau agents, his face suddenly falling:

"If you want to fight, then I'll gladly oblige."

Instead of panicking, she placed the gun against the edge of the vehicle and, while gripping the handguard with her right hand, pressed the handguard firmly against the vehicle, thus creating a shooting posture that made the most of the cover.

After his initial anger subsided, Raphael quickly regained his composure and methodically began firing his rifle at the machine gunners inside the building.

At that moment, another positioning pulse came from the direction of the special agent team.

She immediately activated the jamming module of the electronic countermeasures system, manually adjusted the transmission power in her mind, and finally expanded the jamming range to half a block by using the transmitting antenna of the MPU5 individual radio.

Within a radius of about 40 meters centered on her, no one's communication equipment works!

Chaoni brewing, calling for reinforcements? Don't even think about it!

—Full-band jamming, activated! She not only wants to jam the radar-like devices in the agents' hands, but also to paralyze radio and satellite communications in the combat zone, and perhaps even render the agents' gadgets useless.

"Cooldown limit countdown: 600 seconds"

This is the limit of her internal heat dissipation system. If it were just a simple radar confrontation, or a communication confrontation, or a network confrontation, the duration would be much longer.

But at this point, Raphael didn't care anymore. With the idea of ​​testing the system's stability, he started all the modules of the built-in electronic countermeasures system at maximum power.

……

"There are still people here!"

"Throw two incendiary sticks over there."

Upon seeing that the machine guns inside the building had fallen silent, the Purifiers immediately regrouped, boosted morale, and prepared to take down the enemy who had inflicted considerable casualties on them in one fell swoop.

As for the intruders who interfered, they saw it as nothing more than dogs fighting each other.

Those who intrude from outer space, no matter how friendly they may seem, are all birds of a feather. After the explosion, the engineer said the Geiger counter he installed in the safe house went off.

Many of my peers with low levels of education don't know what a Geiger counter is, nor do they understand the dangers of high-energy particle radiation.

But they trusted their roommate, Viner Gresham, who worked as a repair engineer for the city sanitation company, and who repaired almost everything from light bulbs and telephones to toilet flushers and garbage trucks.

He was a very nice person; he never treated the street sweepers coldly and often helped them repair their personal belongings.

In general, everyone can see Wiener's character.

In mechanical matters, no one disputed his conclusions.

This time was no different; he said the radiation was dangerous and could potentially destroy the city completely.

So they all believed it.

Within the Purifier gang, the leaders in charge of the cleanup operations gathered to discuss how to save the city. Burning could only eliminate pathogens and patients; the high-temperature flames were no match for the high-energy particle rays that could penetrate even reinforced concrete.

Joe Fello suggested that, in addition to their daily purification work, the purification team should allocate personnel to enter large shopping malls and collect all the electronic products on the list provided by Wiener.

After acquiring sufficient radiation detection instruments, namely Geiger counters, they decided to measure the extent of the radiation zone manually and to quantify the radiation dose in each area.

Ultimately, Joe Fello and Viner Gresham couldn't figure out how to deal with the radiation source. Based on Viner's limited knowledge of chemistry and physics, he could only think of the Soviets using boron and sand, and then of boric acid solution.

The reason for thinking about boric acid solution is simple: boron has a large neutron absorption cross section, which can effectively stop nuclear fission.

It's important to know that the control rods in a nuclear reactor are made of boron.

But where in New York City would you find so much boric acid solution? You'd have to go to glass factories to find some stock. Plain boric acid might be available in chemical markets and in high schools and universities, but not in large quantities.

The more critical point is, where did New York City get its nuclear reactor?

The two of them thought of the huge explosion that occurred near the Empire State Building two days ago... Radiation, explosion, maybe a dirty bomb?

There was no other way but to use manual measurement to determine the radiation range of Midtown Manhattan.

Thus, the Purifiers formed a dedicated exploration team to delve into the deepest sealed-off areas. Zamora's journey was fraught with challenges; she not only had to contend with the lingering thugs but also engage in friendly exchanges with the orange-glowing freaks, exchanging their opinions.

Let them fight if they want, I'm used to it anyway.

Although I don't understand the principles behind radiation production or how much damage it does to people, it's enough to make the boss and the mechanic show that terrifying expression.

Rong Lai is definitely not someone who can be easily dealt with.

Before setting off, the two specifically instructed that, based on the current protective measures, they should not enter areas with a capacity of 3 roentgens or more.

One roentgen is approximately equal to 100 millisieverts (mSv), while a chest X-ray requires about 0.02 mSv, which is roughly equivalent to three days of sun exposure; a CT scan, which requires a larger dose, takes only 5 to 8 mSv.

The harm of nuclear radiation to humans and other organisms is related to the dose of radiation, the duration of exposure, and the half-life of the nuclear material. In severe cases, it can be fatal immediately. Specifically:

Short-term radiation doses below 100 millisieverts pose no harm to the human body; doses exceeding 100 millisieverts can cause harm.

At concentrations between 100 and 500 millisieverts, people will not feel anything, but the number of white blood cells in their blood will decrease;

At concentrations of 1000 to 2000 millisieverts, radiation exposure can cause mild radiation-related illnesses, such as fatigue, vomiting, loss of appetite, temporary hair loss, and decreased red blood cell count.

If the amount of radiation accumulated is even higher, there is definitely no future.

Book 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 17 Radiation Mutation

"3 roentgens, which is approximately equal to 300 millisieverts per hour."

Zamora calculated in his mind that the pointer on the makeshift counter had already reached the 5 mark, meaning that the hourly radiation dose they were receiving in the radiation zone had long exceeded the safe limit.

Not only them, but those bastards who were fighting them so fiercely also didn't fare well.

Radiation damage has both random and deterministic effects. The random ones are impossible to assess, and even a small amount can cause problems.

However, there is a threshold that can be determined; once that threshold is exceeded, something bad will definitely happen.

Taking the evaluation of the deterministic effect of CT irradiation as an example, 1 Gray (Gy) is used as the threshold.