Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 2 It’s too late if you don’t leave now
Ou Yang was completely confused. What the hell was going on?

He immediately dialed the emergency hotline, but only heard a busy line. When he called again, there was no signal at all.

He was not the only one who received the message. Everyone looked at each other and questioned their lives: Why is it an emergency?

Thinking of the exploded hospital, Ou Yang suddenly felt cold from head to toe: Did something really happen?

Others also realized that something was wrong.

"It's just a bombing of a hospital. Is it necessary to block the airport?" A student-looking man with glasses said in a sad and angry tone.

"That's right, it's really that serious!"

"My visa expires tonight and the plane is not leaving. What should I do?" An elderly lady stamped her feet in anxiety, triggering another wave of resonance.

Ou Yang suddenly thought of a possibility: "Hey, what do you think, could that news segment just now be about a terrorist attack?"

The man with glasses' expression changed drastically, and he lowered his voice like a thief: "Are you saying that the terrorists planned to leave by plane, so they blocked the airport?"

Ou Yang raised his eyebrows: "What else?"

Blocking the airport first and then cutting off communications revealed an unusual signal, and he couldn't think of a more reasonable reason.

Everyone has their own thoughts. Some think it is reasonable, some think it is nonsense, and some are like frightened birds, and no one looks like a good person to them.

"Hey hey!" An arm pointed to the entrance, and everyone's eyes immediately moved over, only to see a convoy of seven black SUVs driving over aggressively.

The man with glasses chuckled and said, "He must be here to arrest someone!"

This kind of plot often appears in American blockbusters. Next, a group of men in black suits and sunglasses will get out of the car. The leader will show his ID to prove his identity and take over the airport to check everyone's identity one by one.

In a movie, the leading official would definitely be a stubborn and stubborn person who would deny the correct opinions of the protagonist in various ways, and insult the audience's IQ with an expression and tone of disdain, just to serve as a supporting role to highlight the protagonist's correctness.

Ou Yang looked around but couldn't tell who was the protagonist of the day.

"Is it dangerous?" the aunt asked anxiously.

"It's okay, don't worry. We have completed the security check. Even if there are terrorists, they don't have any weapons!" The man with glasses was very confident.

Everyone suddenly felt a bit excited about the next plot development.

Ou Yang pulled out his phone and pointed it at the convoy: "Hello everyone, I'm still at the airport. I just had a small accident and can't get on the plane for the time being..."

The man with glasses also raised the selfie stick: "My family, there are unexpected changes in the weather, and people are subject to misfortunes at any time..." The translucent phone case was printed with the portrait of a young and beautiful woman. Her shoulders were slightly exposed, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, and her neat teeth were impressive.

Others also took out their phones to film, but they were the only two who had lines. The two couldn't help but look at each other, vaguely smelling a familiar scent on each other.

"Do you have a signal?" Ou Yang asked.

"No, I'm just recording some footage." The man with glasses smiled and introduced himself: "Zhu Yiming, Zhu as in cinnabar, Yiming as a surprise. I'm a relatively unknown anchor."

Ou Yang couldn't help laughing, thinking this guy was quite interesting: "Ou Yang, Ou from Europe, Yang from Yangzhou, a non-famous travel blogger."

Zhu Yiming's brain raced for a few seconds before he figured out which one it was, Ou and which one it was: "We are half colleagues."

The communication did not affect the filming. In the camera, the guard repeatedly persuaded the passengers to leave, but no one listened to him. They all waited for the arrest to be over before getting on the plane.

It’s just catching someone, how long will it take?

However, the convoy did not stop, but stepped on the accelerator, smashed the floor-to-ceiling windows, and rushed directly into the terminal!
The car continued to speed and crashed into the crowd, and passengers fled.

A mixture of screams, cries, and curses filled the entire airport.

The guard immediately opened fire, and the bullets hit the windshield, leaving only a few white spots.

As soon as the gunshot was heard, Ou Yang immediately hid, fearing that he would be accidentally injured by a stray bullet.

The convoy rushed to the boarding gate before it braked suddenly to a stop. The doors opened and a group of fully armed men in sunglasses and black suits jumped out.

A group of flight attendants happened to be walking out of the jet bridge and were immediately held at gunpoint by armed men, forcing them to raise their hands. This is also very simple.

The militants picked out two middle-aged women to use as human shields, forced the flight attendants deep into the jet bridge, and confronted the airport guards who rushed over through the car.

The atmosphere was extremely tense and the air was almost frozen.

At this moment, any unnecessary movement could lead to a fierce firefight.

The guards were afraid to open fire, and the militants did not take the initiative to open fire. The huge terminal gradually became quiet, and the atmosphere was tense and weird.

The militants took the flight attendant to the front and made sure that the guards would not suddenly open fire before opening the back door of the middle car.

A middle-aged man in pajamas got out of the car, holding a confused child's hand. Both of them were wearing masks, so their faces could not be seen clearly. They seemed to be a father and son.

At this time, a disheveled girl got out of the car. She had delicate eyebrows and a hot body.

It was obvious that they must have been in a hurry when they set out.

The middle-aged man walked quickly to the flight attendants and his eyes fell on the oldest one: "Captain?"

The captain, with his wrinkled face, twitched his cheeks and stood up with difficulty: "It's me!" He had already prepared for the worst.

The middle-aged man tilted his head towards the depths of the covered bridge and said, "Ten million, follow me!"

The captain was stunned, then immediately understood what the middle-aged man meant. He hesitated and said, "I need the co-pilot and other flight attendants!"

He looked at the hostage-taking flight attendant and felt very nervous.

The other flight attendants gnashed their teeth, wishing they could cut the captain into pieces with their eyes.

The other side only wants the captain, so why would you just follow along? Why do you have to drag us all along? Are you afraid that the other side won't kill them quickly enough?

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "No problem, the co-pilot will get five million, and the others will get one million, including the two of them!"

Even if he could afford 10 million per person, as a superior, the most taboo thing he wanted to avoid was a one-size-fits-all approach, and he had to highlight the importance of the captain.

This is the simplest management method, which has long been ingrained in middle-aged people.

"Deal!" the captain agreed readily.

"Surrender, you can't escape." A voice shouted loudly, interrupting the communication between the two sides.

"Surrender?" The middle-aged man laughed. He turned around and glanced at the guards surrounding him, his eyes full of sympathy. "I'm kindly advising you to leave quickly. It will be too late if you don't leave now."

His expression was full of playfulness, with a hint of sarcasm, and a kind of arrogance, as if he were the only one sober while everyone else was drunk, like a god looking down on ants.

After saying that, he pulled the little boy into the covered bridge. Only his voice came out from the covered bridge: "You will thank me!"

The girl hurriedly took small steps to catch up, refusing to fall behind even a step, for fear of being abandoned by the middle-aged man.

The man in sunglasses used the old lady as a human shield and retreated into the corridor bridge one by one. The whole process was quick and tacit.

A moment later, the plane detached from the jet bridge and slid towards the runway.

　Please continue reading... There is a cruel reality, that is, raising books will kill them!
　　Let me explain, many book fans think that private planes are faster, but this chapter has hinted that the group is in a hurry.

　　Before Lao Mi's private plane takes off, he must apply for a route and pay, fill out a flight plan, etc. If he obtains accurate information and is determined to escape as quickly as possible, is it possible for the private plane to take off?

　　Unless it's a perfect coincidence, all preparations have been made.

　　To sum up, unless a private jet happens to be parked at a private airport, it is much faster to grab a plane than a private jet.

　　Another point is the moral blackmail. How many people can fit on a large passenger plane? How many people can fit on a private jet?

　　In the case that the US Air Force may block the sky, shooting down a private plane will not cause much psychological responsibility, but what about a large passenger plane with hundreds of people on board?
　　So, don’t think that private jets are necessarily faster than passenger planes. They are very troublesome!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)