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

The surrounding area was filled with the sound of gunfire like thunder, and there was even some kind of explosion that shook the walls and damaged something.

It's clearly not something caused by a simple shot...

She suddenly remembered that the agent had a very special piece of equipment, a weapon similar to a pistol, but the bullets it used were some kind of highly malleable explosive.

In that case, the commotion is completely understandable.

Boom—another deafening roar. The explosives blocking the apartment's back door were sent flying, along with the door lock.

Raphael paused to watch for a moment, then gave a friendly gesture to the four-eyed guy who had chased after him, before turning and slipping into the alley between the two buildings.

"Damn little brat."

The person who chased after her was wearing a device with four night vision tubes, which gave him a 120-degree field of vision and a distance of 300 meters, allowing him to see the girl's outstretched fingers even in low light.

"The bastard who led us to fight the agents has run away," he said, clutching his PTT (Taiwanese online forum).

"Can you catch up, Skif?"

The man, referred to as "Skif," raised an eyebrow and replied, "No, she's too fast."

“Mike, you’ve reached 200 too.”

"How could this be?" He aimed his gun at the direction the girl had disappeared, holding it with one hand. "How did she get hurt?"

"The explosion caused the ceiling to collapse, and the fan blades pierced his neck."

“That’s just bad luck,” Schipper suddenly sighed.

At that moment, a man carrying instruments and a short pole walked out from beside him, swinging the pole back and forth with his right hand, and then his face turned pale.

As expected, the numbers and pale red glow on the instrument panel reminded them that it was not advisable to linger here.

"It's still a dangerous area. The concentration of radiation from the collapse is too high..." The man frowned as he looked at the reading on the dial and said helplessly, then folded everything up and put it into the backpack on his back.

"Alpha, the respirator filter is about to reach its limit. If it's not replaced soon, in an hour, what will enter your respiratory tract will be dust covered in the radioactive material from the collapse."

The man following behind, carrying the M4A1, spoke with a tone full of anxiety and unease, pacing back and forth in the stairwell like an ant on a hot plate as he spoke.

"Calm down, old man."

"Rat." Compared to the man wielding an M4 assault rifle, the muscular man called Alpha was much calmer. He turned around and raised his hand to hold down his agitated companion.

Alpha activated the AR contact lenses covering both eyes, launching virtual reality images.

This thing is pretty useful. Even though this American equipment doesn't store any data, it can record and read existing data.

It's much more convenient than using paper maps when they came here.

Pale red dotted and solid lines projected the surrounding terrain and buildings onto the ground in front of the man. He raised his right hand, lowering the earthwork to the area around the blue dot representing him. He pointed to a landmark building.

"The map shows that there is an underground outpost left behind by the Strategic Homeland Security Agency in the Dark Zone, about two kilometers ahead of us. If we can restart the equipment there, we can create a safe zone that allows us to replace the filters."

"Won't someone else have already taken it?" The mouse's tone was still dominated by anxiety and unease.

"I apologize for interrupting you, but there is combat taking place 800 meters ahead." Compared to the previous rat, this voice was almost icy cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. It was more like a robot than a human.

"Okay, Mechanic, you can choose a more suitable high-position ward."

"Understood." After a brief reply, the mechanic exited the communication.

Just then, a slight noise came from behind the three of them. A ghostly figure moved at an extremely fast speed across the road full of obstacles and disappeared in an instant.

The mechanic found a window with a relatively good view, set up his M110 SASS sniper rifle system, and used the scope to observe the combat situation 800 meters away.

"The situation of the battle?" Schipper asked.

"It's puzzling; the attackers seem to have only one person. The people at the central intersection are doomed."

"Can you provide gender information? I want to know the attacker's identity," Skeef pressed.

"No, the thermal image is not clear."

After carefully listening to the gunshots for a while, Alpha concluded, "It sounds like there aren't many people."

“Yes.” The mechanic pressed the knob on his watch and then activated the small device on his sniper rifle goggles. A moment later, he rejoined the communication channel and informed Captain Alpha, “I’ve marked the enemies, red, eight of them.”

Alpha looked at the firefight zone marked by the mechanic, and only seven red dots appeared on the AR tactical glasses: "One was missed."

"how is this possible?"

The mechanic reactivated the pulse scan, and eight markers appeared in the scope's field of view, but he immediately noticed a problem...

One of the markers was moving rapidly to the side at a constant speed, then passed through the building.

What's going on? He couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Cyka blyat!"

“Don’t speak Russian, mechanic, we’re Americans,” Schipper reminded him.

"What are you planning to do?" the mouse asked in a low voice.

“We’ll go through after they finish fighting,” Alpha said, looking around to find a clean place to sit and rest.

“You might have to put your plan on hold,” the mechanic said. “That man’s intentions are very clear: he wants to go to the abandoned operations base we’re looking for.”

Alpha frowned, studied the map for a moment, and said, "What do you think is the probability that an unknown target will head towards the base?"

"50 to 50".

"This is a huge problem. How did he find out?"

"So, Alpha, shall we begin?" The mechanic moved the crosshair, trying to follow the figure with the black crosshair.

"Free hunting".

Without hesitation, Alpha granted the right to fire freely. Shouldn't obstacles in the way be removed?

"Understood." After a brief calibration, the mechanic pulled the trigger.

……

"Phew, people these days are getting smarter and smarter..."

Raphael saw someone stand up, holding something in their hand. It was a grenade, no doubt about it. He didn't know where the guy got it from, but he was definitely planning to throw it.

Without hesitation, she stood up, raised her assault rifle, and pulled the trigger. At that moment, no matter how you looked at it, killing him was the best way to resolve the crisis.

The bullet whistled past, and the moment it struck his wrist, he would never be able to hold a grenade again.

This time, he first had to experience the pain of being shot, and then understand the feeling of his body being torn apart.

Volume 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 99 An Attack from Behind (Please subscribe and vote!)

"Finally done."

The last armed thug was blown to pieces by his own grenade, and Raphael breathed a sigh of relief. She rubbed her chestnut hair and picked up the empty magazine that had fallen to the ground.

“It’s really uncomfortable to stay here,” she murmured. “The scan just now was clearly malicious.”

Suddenly, a gust of air swept across her cheek, followed by a crisp, melodious sound of impact. Then, a burning pain and simulated blood slowly flowed down, making her gentle face appear incredibly ferocious against the crimson backdrop.

There was no need for hysteria; someone had simply aimed at her and fired the first shot, that's all.

Perhaps just two hours ago, she guided the unknown unit that had engaged in a heated exchange with the SHD special agent team.

Judging from their actions, they might be heading towards the same destination as her: an abandoned outpost of the Strategic Homeland Security Agency in the Midtown area. The conditions there are decent enough to serve as a temporary shelter.

However, that area is in a moderate radiation zone, and staying there for an extended period is tantamount to slow suicide.

So the agents all abandoned that shelter.

She quickly passed through the roadblock covered with bits of charred meat, behind which was an electrified sign warning oncoming vehicles not to enter.

This surprised her; it had been more than two months, and this thing had been operating normally without any maintenance.

Just as Raphael was thinking this, the screen of the electronic notice board flickered twice and went out with a pungent, burnt smell.

She quickly set up her XM5 and used the bullet trajectory and impact point to deduce the sniper's location.

Although it's invisible, that doesn't affect the counterattack; as long as the general location is correct, it's fine.

He fired three consecutive shots from his rifle, suppressing the incoming bullets in the opposite direction.

However, the mechanic was at a distance of 800 to 1000 meters, and while the full-power 6.8mm ammunition used by the XM5 could pose a threat to him, such hasty, targeted firing was simply ineffective.

Moreover, the Mechanic's chosen position is exceptionally tricky; even experienced veterans would find it difficult to locate the archer's hiding place immediately.

He was lying in a pile of garbage, and from the outside, all that could be seen were pieces of furniture haphazardly piled up.

"Good reaction, but not enough." The mechanic saw Raphael's movement, made a few minor adjustments, and pulled the trigger again.

Even after the gunshot was processed by the microphone, it was still so faint that it was almost suppressed by the bullet whizzing through the air.

She abandoned her plan to fight back. The XM250 had no belt-fed ammunition, and the XM5's barrel was at a significant disadvantage at a distance of 800 meters.

The electronic countermeasures device is active, and its activity means that it has detected electromagnetic signals targeting her.

"Absolutely right, they came for her," Raphael concluded.

Amidst the wreckage on the highway, Alpha, wielding a POF-416, swiftly evaded the road debris and car wreckage, rapidly closing in on the target using a diamond-shaped movement pattern.

The distance between him and Raphael was rapidly shrinking.

Not only him, but Schipper and the mouse followed closely behind, though moving in the opposite direction. The three of them perfectly drew perfect diamond patterns on the road.

If Raphael focuses on one of them, he will inevitably have to ignore the other two and the Watcher high up in the distance.

"A very troublesome enemy," Raphael thought.

For Captain Alpha, who is leading the charge, his focus is now more on speed and distance.

300m, 250m, 200m...

150m...

Such high-intensity sprints placed a considerable burden on him.

Each step forward forced him to gasp for breath, and that's the problem with the filter mask: the air volume is only enough for normal activities, and when people like him need to do strenuous work, the safe air through the filter is completely insufficient.

"ISAC, initiate pulse scan!"

A ring of red pulse waves emanated from Alpha, focusing on the 90° area directly in front of him, much like a real radar, with the pulses rapidly spreading outwards.

The pulse swept across everything in front of them, marking the outlines of objects in red dots and lines on the eye-mounted devices of everyone using the Homeland Strategic Bureau equipment.

“It’s disappeared again,” Schipper said.

"That's not important, we just need to know his approximate location!"