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

There must be something fishy about things that are not normal; there must be something sinister about people who act strangely; and there must be something fishy about people who don't mean what they say.

Lily and Rose were embryos that survived after receiving fragments of the "GIRUL gene," and what they ultimately showed was rapid growth and a metabolism that was faster than that of ordinary people.

Aside from having slightly higher muscle strength and prefrontal cortex activity than their peers, the two sisters showed no other unusual characteristics.

If she were to actually smash the car window with her elbow, it would take a lot of effort, and she might even get injured.

It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy.

It's unclear which relic it used, but it's many times more powerful than the so-called "GIRUL-尉" guardian gene.

The battle was easier than expected, and the three quickly eliminated the threat.

The Ground Self-Defense Force soldiers, dressed in heavy protective suits, sat inside the vehicle. The relatively cramped space hampered their reactions, and only six of them escaped the tragedy of being executed.

From a distance, all the armed personnel looked the same: their bodies were wrapped in black, fully enclosed coats, their faces had breathing filters, and their eyes were fitted with thick, yet clear, composite material lenses.

Unfortunately, there was another one hiding behind an inconspicuous bush, secretly plotting against them.

The long barrel and silencer, combined with the crisp bass sound produced by the bullet whizzing through the air at high speed, are enough to give one a feeling of exhilaration, though there is a slight pain involved.

Thick smoke filled the air, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and flames. The car was on fire, its exterior riddled with bullet holes.

It's unclear what triggered the explosion, but the middle car was immediately engulfed in flames after an explosion inside.

The explosives planted by the roadside left the area around the blast zone riddled with debris. The ground near the convoy was soaked in pools of blood, turning a deep brown.

The noise was deafening, but the process of gradually weakening it allowed people to get used to it.

The roar of the car engine regained its dominance, and with a loud crackling sound, it turned around and rushed back down from the road above.

After the tide turned, no matter what the enemy did, they could no longer stop Raphael and his companions.

After Asuka and Rinne finished off their respective targets, they immediately split up to either side of the road, completely unafraid of the cars that were about to return.

Lingyin seemed particularly unconcerned about the danger. She strode across the road, stepped over the drainage ditch, and stood brazenly next to a fairly sturdy pine tree trunk.

Then, she raised her gun and began to track the white van's route.

Feiniao took out his laser rangefinder, checked it, and said, "Target detected. One light cargo van. Number of passengers unknown."

"distance."

"420 mph, still approaching. Wind direction is three-quarters, correct to the left. At 350 mph, you will enter open area, and the car will be facing you directly."

"Target locked," Rin replied.

"Ready to fire at any time." Raphael looked at the vehicles moving horizontally at high speed below. "Prepare to fire."

"Hit."

The truck, hurtling uphill at high speed, suddenly swerved sideways and overturned onto the road. A deafening, metallic scraping sound echoed through the mountains, a sound of exquisite beauty.

It's estimated that the GGS (Ground Self-Defense Force) personnel who were fully focused and on high alert in the cargo container behind were already completely disoriented from the fall.

"Well done."

Raphael was generous with his praise; his sister had hit a home run, so why should he hold back? Of course, he had to give her a good compliment.

This is her own sister; isn't it only right that she receives affection?

"Ladies, Raphael is calling. The threat has been temporarily lifted. Over."

"Raphael, this is Lily. Report received. Over."

Lingyin carefully examined the overturned van, then switched channels and said to Feibiao, "You're back. We're getting ready to leave."

"Prepare to cross the road and cover me."

"I'm looking at you."

Raphael held his gun steady, and while the camera captured the silhouette of a bird in flight from one corner, the other side of the field of view also encompassed the scene of the car accident.

She can deal with any signs of activity there immediately.

Even if the entire scene cannot be seen due to the choice of position, there is still the sound of bells hidden in another ambush position that can be dealt with.

It felt so good to be on the same page. When Raphael’s thoughts were transmitted through the data link to his two “puppet” sisters who were still busy, they immediately received two waves of joy in agreement.

She chuckled to herself, thinking that using a dedicated data link for exchanging combat data between humanoids to convey such emotions seemed a bit too extravagant.

Well, so be it. Raphael peered through the swirling dark smoke and dust, watching the direction in which the caravan had perished.

Broken trees, burning cars and tires, all flashed by in the frame.

She caught a glimpse of a bird leaping low into the convoy, its gun always pointed at the convoy, ready to fire at any moment. She frequently sought cover, making sure she had sufficient protection each time she stopped.

A bit cautious, but consistent with Asuka's usual character.

If you use a bell, the art style will be completely different.

She would definitely choose the most dangerous but also the most convenient route. As long as someone could provide her with some cover, Lingyin would choose to take the risk.

There are signs of the opposite development in personality evolution.

Asuka is conservative; if the risk assessment exceeds her acceptable level, she will maintain the status quo or choose other solutions.

Lingyin, on the other hand, was somewhat adventurous. She saw the risks as merely tests from the gods, and as long as the plan was reasonable, she was willing to take some risks.

There is no perfect plan. Human resources are finite, and infallible strategies only exist in myths and historical dramas.

Even the brilliant strategist Zhuge Liang made mistakes, didn't he?

Raphael did not affect their plans; on the contrary, he was happy to see them succeed.

"Passed smoothly and is returning."

"receive."

After gathering Rin and Asuka, Raphael led them uphill, preparing to return to their previous parking spot.

First, she collects the remaining ammunition, and then she reclaims the first gift she received in her "life," a gift that is very precious to her.

“Raphael, Lily is calling. We’re still at the parking spot, waiting for you to return.”

Book 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 153 Les Misérables

"It's so beautiful."

Having witnessed the entire battle, Lily gained a direct assessment of the triplets' combat abilities and battlefield awareness.

She subconsciously touched her clothes to make sure the small, portable handgun she used for self-defense was still there, just like when she was on duty in her combat uniform checking the P320 automatic pistol in its holster.

It's just that feeling

Her self-confidence, which had made her feel like a fierce lioness roaming the African savanna, vanished without her noticing. This loss of feeling was terrible; she couldn't help but draw herself back into the confrontation with Raphael and the others.

If her experience and abilities in other areas are not much different from the level she showed in the previous battle, even if she and Rose have the initial advantage against such a perfectly coordinated and experienced team, they will still be caught out in subsequent sporadic encounters.

She will become a pitiful prey that can be grabbed and eaten at will.

A skilled lion doesn't do things that harm life, as her instructors at the Marine Corps Basic School told her. If you find yourself in a level fight, you haven't planned ahead.

Fair play is a principle of the Olympic Games, but for those who take up arms to fight for their lives, the arena they face is by no means a place that advocates fair play.

True hunters don't stand before lions, brandishing daggers and engaging in a grand, desperate battle. Instead, they employ far more "despicable," "shameless," and "petty" fighting methods:

Hidden in the bushes two hundred meters away, with a camouflage net covering their bodies, or using superior and more precise optical instruments and sniper rifles with a straighter trajectory at a greater distance, a single bullet kills the lion.

Even the savages who frequently hunt lions know that the smartest way is for dozens of people to gang up on the lion together, so that they can ensure that the lion is killed and dragged back to the tribe.

It's not about being brave, but about being efficient.

This job is very dangerous; avoid unnecessary risks. This is work, not a sport.

If given the choice, someone like Raphael would prefer to call in a bomb-laden plane rather than engage in a pointless technical contest with the enemy on the ground.

Just like a Hollywood-style dark and stormy night, a showdown in the street would be utterly pointless.

Lily chuckled, drawing a questioning look from Rose, who was standing guard nearby.

“Quiet,” she said.

Lily clasped her hands together, bowed slightly, and said, "My sister is right."

After relaxing their tense nerves a little, they saw the three sisters emerge one after another from the bushes by the roadside.

Although they didn't have any direct contact with the enemy throughout the entire process, why did they look even more miserable than those charred soldiers?

Raphael scratched his scalp, making his already tangled hair even more matted, with wood chips, dirt, and tender green leaves mixed in from who-knows-where.

Its little face was covered in a layer of gray dust, and its whole body was covered in mud and rotting leaves that emitted a foul odor.

"Ah...it looks like they've lost the battle," Lily remarked casually.

"Should I show you the defeat cutscene?" Raphael's face suddenly flushed red, and he put his hands in front of his chest, saying shyly, "Ah... in that case, I can only... I can only ask you to die."

"nausea."

Rose glanced at Raphael, who was feigning a girlish demeanor, and gave what she considered to be the most accurate assessment of her life.

"Thank you, it was disgusting to begin with."

Raphael said seriously, "This is what happens when you go into the forest. Besides, there's the mountain wind causing trouble."

She wiped her face with her hand, which only made her face look even more smudged.

"Hey, Raphael, we've found everything you had." Rinne ran out of the bushes carrying a musical instrument case and spare bullets wrapped in a waterproof sheet. "After we fend off the pursuers, we can leave safely, right?"

She looked extremely excited.

That's true. After getting used to bustling city life, even robots are unwilling to stay in this world that is full of devastation for too long.

"You call your sister 'Rose,' right?"

Raphael said to the woman who remained by the car on guard, "Get in the car and turn on the power... never mind, I'll do it."

Rose's eyes were too clear, giving the impression that she wouldn't speak to outsiders without her sister's permission.

It's quite troublesome, but since it's not Raphael who has to worry about it, it doesn't matter.

"Here, your baby."

Lingyin squeezed past the unfamiliar woman from the CIA and lightly patted the flute's protective case.

"Here is half a load of bullets, just enough to replenish our supplies."

"Alright, take them all back."