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

1戈瑞等于100个拉德（rad），1个拉德等于1.19个伦琴，所以确定要照出事儿的就是119个伦琴。

Here, it costs 3 roentgens per hour; the longer they drag it out, the more mutually destructive it will be. Zamora knew this unit had been active in the radiation zone for too long; even if they retreated now, the best-case scenario would be death from leukemia or some kind of cancer in five years.

Ultimately, the prognosis of radiation sickness depends on the radiation dose, dose rate, and the part of the body exposed. Other factors include the patient's health condition and whether they receive medical care.

Overall, without medical care, half of the people who receive a full-body dose of more than 3 Gy will die immediately, and almost all of those who receive a dose of more than 8 Gy will die.

Almost all people who received radiation doses of less than 2 Gy recovered completely within one month, although long-term complications such as cancer may occur.

If properly cared for, half of the people who receive a total dose of 6 Gy of radiation can still survive.

But this is New York, and hospitals with well-established systems have long been overwhelmed by the sheer number of patients with greenbacks.

Therefore, dragging things out here long enough for the entire elite special agent team on the other side to contract acute radiation sickness is definitely a worthwhile trade.

Perhaps the other party is unaware that the Purifier exploration team encountered some strange individuals when they entered the Empire State Building's radiation zone.

They didn't look like living people; they reeked of a foul stench and walked with a limp gait, waving M4A1 rifles haphazardly in their hands.

This always reminded Zamora of a movie from many years ago—Dawn of the Dead, in which the infected soldiers behaved in a way almost identical to the guys the exploration team encountered.

Reality has long proven that zombies are nothing more than an exaggerated interpretation of Haitian witchcraft.

When it actually appeared before my eyes, it was just a nightmare, the effect of which was somewhat chilling.

For a moment, Zamora even felt like she was hallucinating and couldn't breathe.

When the charred black figure appeared, he thought it was a dark demon grinning as it descended upon the world, so he almost screamed in terror.

But what appeared was just a man—a man in a tattered suit—holding a gun, the muzzle of which swayed up and down as he moved.

Encountering strange things in a shopping mall is one thing, but to bump into them on the street can only be explained by some unspeakable change happening in downtown New York City.

Those mutants with metallic sheen on their faces were also troublesome to deal with; pistol and submachine gun bullets were hardly enough to kill them. Finally, they were set on fire with napalm, and only then were these troublesome mutants dealt with.

"What a fucking idiot," Zamora spat.

He felt the vibrations from the bullets hitting the bunker and realized that he had to send out the current survey results immediately, otherwise all his previous efforts might be in vain.

—We need to find someone quick-witted.

Zamora glanced around at the people around her; none of them seemed to be in good condition. Their faces were flushed, and their exposed arms were also red, whether from the intense heat of the flames or from radiation damage was unclear.

His gaze kept sweeping over the members of the exploration team, giving the impression of severe mania.

But only he knew that "Zamora" was now very clear-headed and rational, not like someone whose mind was constantly teetering on the edge of collapse.

Those damn terrorists, it must have been them. They used explosive devices to release radioactive material, turning Midtown Manhattan into a radiation-contaminated zone.

At that moment, enemy bullets struck the cover, and Zamora consciously bent over and leaned against the vehicle.

"Thomas!" he shouted to the young man hiding behind the truck bed in the distance, "Come here quickly!"

Young people wearing hazmat masks moved nimbly, using both hands and feet, weaving through the highway littered with wrecked cars and roadblocks, as agile as monkeys.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked.

"Take it."

Zamora placed two notebooks and a map with parts of the city covered in red and yellow into Thomas's bag, then cupped his face in her hands and said, word by word, "Can you deliver these to the chief?"

“But…” Thomas’s neck turned red as he looked around at his comrades who were still fighting ahead.

"Listen carefully, if we don't move, we risk being wiped out at any moment. You haven't forgotten the strange guy we encountered when we were gathering supplies, have you?"

The young man nodded.

“They will catch up. Even a little delay could mean the destruction of everyone, not just us, but also our companions who are taking the detour through the alleys.”

Thomas nodded, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at the person opposite him.

Those guys on the other side are bastards. They're here to clean up the city; that's the only way New York can recover from the disaster.

This has always been the case; once all sources of infection are eliminated, the plague will naturally disappear.

Why don't the guys who oppose them understand this?

The New York City government, the state government, and even the federal government don't care about the lives of ordinary people; politicians and officials only care about their own lives.

They might not even know that New York was hit by a dirty bomb.

……

The offline-running ISAC suddenly spoke:

“Environmental readings: Radiation levels are rising. Agents should evacuate this area immediately.”

……

The streets were littered with rubble and debris, mostly from buildings damaged in the riots. The attackers attempted to re-establish firing positions to tie down her and the other mob playing with fire.

She doesn't

He opened fire to repel the Strategic Bureau agents, then turned and fired at the rioters advancing close to the street shops, and also assisted the agents in repelling the Purifiers.

The XM250 general-purpose machine gun has already been set up; it can be operated and fired simply by turning around.

Raphael wasn't too worried about the ammunition supply, as his good brothers stationed at the Williamsburg Bridge would provide it.

Although they play more of a role as a transit point for packages, who cares, as long as the packages are delivered to the designated location on time.

Raphael despised thugs who wielded fire more than agents who used various gadgets.

They would light new, still terrifying fires, here and there.

The speed at which the fire spread was related to the area where the group was active, and it quickly went out on its own due to lack of fuel.

However, the city is so big that something is always burning somewhere. After a few days, the people who remained in the city got used to the fixed red sunset, as if it had become an indispensable part of the night view.

The battle had been going on for half an hour, and neither side seemed to be able to gain the upper hand.

While the Strategic Bureau agents' feat of fighting against overwhelming odds was impressive, the Purifiers, who had a numerical advantage, also fought with great success.

It's just tough on Raphael, who's been turned into a battlefield disruptor; she's now inhaling air like a human.

The icy cold air of winter is truly captivating; with each sip, the heat emanating from the mind and electronic warfare modules is instantly neutralized.

Book 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 18 MRE, Even Dogs Won't Eat It (Seeking Votes and Support)

As darkness began to fall, Raphael, taking advantage of the agents' focus on dealing with the street rioters, slipped away into a nearby building covered in scaffolding.

The store sign, "Underneath it All: Lingerie Store," flashed intermittently, revealing it to be a women's lingerie store. However, the shelves were almost empty, and the counters and display racks contained virtually no fabric.

In this situation, who would bother to stage a shopping spree, especially in a lingerie store?

Raphael thought of the gangsters who roamed the streets and stood at intersections demanding tolls from passersby... Suddenly a chill ran down his spine, followed by discontent.

Looking out from the mall, the explosions and flames continued, particularly noticeable against the leaden sky, like a pack of piercing wild beasts.

The rioters, unafraid of open battle, streaked across the streets in a blinding fire, the burning buildings around them acting as flares, marking the boundaries ahead for them.

For spies, it doesn't matter much. Even if the ISAC assistant can't connect to the Strategic Bureau's network, it can still mark the enemy's location and distance on the AR contact lenses.

Raphael looked around.

This cold winter night was surprisingly beautiful. Downstairs, a fierce fight was taking place, and the counter in her hand, making a "crackling" sound, made her feel that sitting on this building on such a night, watching the life-and-death struggle below, was both absurd and interesting.

"That's fine," Raphael said to himself, taking out a tan-colored MRE ration from his bag and savoring it.

Each MRE consists of a main dish, side dishes, and accompaniments such as snacks and drinks. In general, there are some tips for pairing MREs.

She first took out the cookies, then rummaged through her bag for Mexican chili-flavored mayonnaise, spreading it on the cookies like she was making butter bread.

This sauce is the most precious thing on the battlefield.

After spreading the mayonnaise, cover it with another cookie, just like a large sandwich. The most delicious flavor has been infused into the cookie through the pressing process.

Mayonnaise is the most common standard mayonnaise on the market, and nobody knows how long its shelf life is; it seems like it never expires.

If you see this item, do not open it unless its packaging is intact.

Unless it's paired with your favorite food, just don't waste it.

The thought of two groups of people fighting to the death downstairs while you sit by the window enjoying your "delicious food" is indescribably delightful.

After swallowing the biscuit, Raphael couldn't help but frown. This thing was good in every way, except it was too dry.

Pure, high-energy foods are so sweet that they shut down your taste buds and trigger an over-limit warning from your mind.

At this moment, she calmly took out a small packet of fruit-flavored beverage from her lunch bag—a tropical-flavored drink. She simply poured water into it, resealed it, and then shook it vigorously.

Although there's always a small piece of beverage powder that doesn't dissolve, she's gotten used to it.

Who hasn't tried a fruit drink that's hard to digest?

She used her teeth to bite a small hole in the edge of the pocket, letting the orange-red brewing water spray into her mouth.

Actually, the beverage bags are well-suited to the battlefield environment; they won't easily burst open even if left on the ground, but they have a strange plastic smell.

Coupled with the secret-recipe brewing agent that might discolor your teeth and tongue after drinking it, she calmly complained:

"This must be what democracy tastes like (runs away)..."

Especially the strong industrial smell and the tiny, not-quite-dissolved particles, it's very fresh and delicious, definitely worth trying (just kidding).

Next comes the main meal, the heated food that is standard for MRE (Maintenance, Recreation, and Nutrition).

Raphael folded the heating closure, laid it flat, and poured in water. It heated up quickly, like a steamer, and then he stuffed in the vacuum-packed Italian ravioli.

The contents got hot in no time.

The downside is that the self-heating bag doesn't get hot enough, giving her the illusion that the beef filling in the dumplings isn't cooked.

Raphael took the vacuum pack out after the heating time had exceeded the design time, and carefully smoothed out a rim along the edge to prevent spillage when it was torn open from the top. No one wanted to waste it.

New York may not have the danger of a battlefield, but its fatality rate is by no means inferior.

With the logistics supply chain completely disrupted, shopping malls and restaurants all closed and abandoned, and many people still remaining in the city facing dwindling supplies, citizens have shifted their way of life from working to earn wages to scavenging for food from garbage dumps and ruins.

It's not just gang thugs who rob people on the street; even residents who are looting a corpse together can fight each other over the spoils.

Raphael bit open the packaging bag and pulled it open along the pre-cut strips. The sticky, browned chunks were the beef ravioli.

To be honest, it's a lot like a thesis defense.

She added the accompanying chili sauce, which was practically a lifesaver, then stirred it well with a spoon before wrapping the dumpling in a tortilla. Finally, she tore open the bag of beef jerky, pulled out a piece, and put it into the tortilla.

Beef dumpling wraps are ready! You'll have the energy to last you all day!