Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 200 A battle of wits and courage
Donor unit.

More than thirty immune individuals entered the ward under the watchful eyes of guards.

Ouyang followed at the back of the group, trying to avoid being seen by others and not to attract unnecessary attention.

All the immune individuals were sent into a sealed chamber to be inflated with spores. The guards left outside the chamber visibly relaxed and pointed at the immune individuals inside.

There weren't any meaningful topics; it was all just nonsense like "this person is good-looking" or "that person's appearance is a disgrace to society."

Ou Yang remained silent, trying to get away with it, but the guard leader suddenly noticed something was wrong: why was there an extra person in the group?

His gaze immediately fell on Ouyang: "Hey, you! It's you!"

They were guards in the donor compartment, armed with tranquilizer guns, maybe with a pistol at most. This guy, on the other hand, was carrying an M27. Did he think everyone was blind?

Ouyang knew the other person was talking about him, but he couldn't agree, so he immediately pretended to be indifferent and looked around.

Just then, the spores finished being blown out, and a guard opened the hatch, preparing to take the immune person away.

"Look over there, I'm talking to you!" The guard chief pointed at Ouyang.

Now there was no escaping it. Ou Yang pointed at himself in surprise, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Yes, it's you!" the guard captain said sternly. "What are you doing here?"

“I was just helping out,” Ou Yang said.

"Help?" The guard chief, recalling the crashed helicopter, immediately became suspicious. "Give me your ID card!"

Ou Yang knew he couldn't hide any longer, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his eyes: "I'll give it to your grandma!"

The guard leader's expression changed instantly. He realized something was wrong and immediately pulled the guard next to him in front of him to shield himself.

Ouyang swiftly pulled out his G19 from his thigh and fired two shots.

At the same time, he shot the guard leader in the head.

The remaining guards were stunned and immediately opened fire.

Ouyang landed a successful blow, then slammed open a door behind him that led to an unknown destination, and several tranquilizer darts clattered and embedded themselves into the door.

As Ouyang burst through the door, his right leg buckled, and he fell flat on his face. He fired several more shots to block any enemies who might catch up, and then pulled a tranquilizer dart from his calf.

His calves had lost all feeling, and his feet were unresponsive; half of his leg was stiff as a piece of wood.

Ou Yang gritted his teeth, stood up, and limped away, dragging his numb right leg.

Outside the door, a guard who had been shot lay on the ground, blood gushing from the hole in his chest. The remaining guards looked on in fear, and none of them dared to chase after him.

A guard yelled into the walkie-talkie: "Attention everyone, this is Team T! Someone has infiltrated! Repeat, someone has infiltrated!"

In his haste, he only said that someone had broken in, but he didn't have time to describe the intruder's characteristics, or even which direction the intruder ran in.

The donor chamber was heavily guarded, and the entrance was a key location. The guards nearby rushed over immediately, and two of them bumped into Ouyang.

These two unlucky guys didn't think much of it, and as a result, Ou Yang struck first, finishing them off with two shots.

Ouyang retrieved the radio from the dead guard, who had his eyes wide open, and inserted the earpiece into his right ear. He immediately heard a voice: "Over here, over here!"

Without hesitation, Ouyang turned and ran back... His right leg was still numb, and he could only drag himself along.

Not far ahead, two guards suddenly burst open the door they had come from.

Ouyang immediately pointed in another direction: "Over there!"

The enemy instinctively turned around, and Ouyang immediately fired and shot him down.

There were figures moving outside the door. Ou Yang fired continuously to block the corridor, and after running out of bullets, he scrambled into the room next door and quickly changed to a new magazine.

He suddenly realized that his paralyzed right leg made walking difficult, but crawling on the ground would minimize the impact!
Ouyang let out a soft breath, preparing for a bloody battle with the enemy.

Strangely, the enemy did not appear; instead, a series of chaotic gunshots rang out.

What happened?
Ouyang had no clue whatsoever, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity, so he immediately got up and moved to a different location.

half a minute ago.

Most of the guards were busy fighting off the intruders, leaving only a few to guard the newly arrived donor.

Among the crowd, several familiar American men secretly exchanged glances, looking at the guards looking at themselves, then at the guards looking at their companions, silently assigning their respective targets.

A few seconds later, a tall, thin white man suddenly roared, "Attack!"

A dozen or so immune individuals simultaneously pounced on the escorting guards, meaning each guard could get three people on average!
The newly arrived old man had a clear division of labor: some held down the arms, some held down the legs, and the strongest person was responsible for choking the neck.

They were used to working together, and their teamwork was incredibly smooth.

As long as nothing unexpected happened, the guards' attention was focused on the intruders, and they instinctively ignored the dangers around them. As a result, they were caught off guard and were controlled by the suddenly enraged immune individuals.

An old American man, who was supposed to grab the guard by the neck, panicked and shoved his fingers into the guard's mouth.

The guard immediately bit down hard, and finally managed to bite off Old Mi's thumb at the root.

The other guard frantically pulled the trigger, firing tranquilizer darts one after another, but no one knew where they were going.

The immune individuals who were not involved in the attack were initially taken aback, but they quickly realized what was happening and rushed forward in unison.

A quick-thinking fellow grabbed a pistol immediately and fired several shots, killing the immobilized guard.

The guards were already under Old Mi's control, so there was no need to fire. However, they had just inhaled the spores, and their brains were somewhat affected. They didn't think much and acted purely on instinct.

The nearby guards came running at the sound and immediately engaged the immune person who had seized the weapon.

However, immune individuals are extremely valuable donors, and the guards could only use tranquilizer guns, not lethal weapons. What could have been a simple problem turned into a fierce and evenly matched conflict.

Ouyang was completely unaware of all this, and regardless of where the corridor ahead led, he continued forward, dragging his numb right leg.

Building No. 3.

The continuous gunshots startled the infected patients in the isolation ward. Those who had not yet developed symptoms were worried, while those who were developing symptoms became restless and frantically banged on the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The nurse in charge of the isolation ward rushed over and immediately released calming gas to soothe the infected person's emotions.

Once the infected patients in the ward had calmed down, their families came over again, asking what had happened and demanding that the hospital ensure the patients' safety.

The medical staff, who were completely unaware of the situation, were overwhelmed and the scene was extremely chaotic.

The top floor of Building 2.

The gunshot also startled Dr. Lorraine, who immediately stood up and went to the window to look down: "What happened?"

He turned around, picked up the receiver, and dialed the monitoring room, but no one answered: "Damn it, no one's answering the phone in the monitoring room... William!"

The burly man immediately stood up: "Understood, I'll handle it personally." The doctor urged impatiently, "It has to be quick!"

"Understood!" William turned to leave, but before he even stepped outside, he asked over the radio, "Can anyone tell me what happened?"

Immediately, a voice responded: "Intruder detected in Warehouse D!"

"Details!"

"Sorry, I don't know. I only know that someone has infiltrated Warehouse D."

William strode forward: "Who sounded the alarm?"

There was silence on the radio.

"Where did the incident occur?"

"Near the spore pod, the newly arrived donors attacked the guards and are currently in a standoff with our people."

William frowned: "Attention everyone! Everyone stay at your posts. No one is allowed to leave their posts without my order. Notify the medical staff to comfort the clients, especially their families. Make sure to calm the clients down!"

"From now on, all external access routes are to be sealed off. The external passages to Warehouse D are to be sealed off, and the internal corridors are to be sealed off. The donors will be cleared out gradually. If necessary, they may be shot and killed. Repeat. If necessary, they may be shot and killed... Try not to shoot them in the chest!"

Although the donors are valuable assets of the group, the gunshots in Warehouse D have already had a negative impact on the VIPs in Warehouses B and C. The situation must be brought under control as quickly as possible to demonstrate the group's strong capabilities and win back the clients' trust.

If we can't even do such a small thing right, how can customers trust the group?
So what if a few donors die? We can just go out and look for more.

Furthermore, he has emphasized that the chest cavity should not be punctured, as the heart and lungs can be removed promptly after death for emergency transplantation.

As for whether any clients will perish due to the loss of a donor... heh, what does it have to do with him whether they live or die?
The guards in Warehouse No. 4 strictly followed William's orders. Based on their respective positions, they advanced continuously in the designated direction, constantly compressing the opponent's living space. Before long, they cornered Old Mi, who dared to resist, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely defeated.

monitoring room.

Two surveillance personnel who received the message rushed over, and they were stunned when they opened the door.

The man with the mustache on duty wasn't in the room at all; there was only a coffee cup lying on the table, with spilled coffee dripping onto the floor from the edge of the table.

The two men's eyes fell on the screen, their expressions instantly changing. Forgetting about the mustache, they immediately reported the emergency: "The donor in Warehouse D has rebelled and is currently engaged in a firefight with the guards; the quarantine area in Warehouse A is out of control, with a large number of infected individuals escaping, repeat..."

Upon receiving the message, William's face darkened, and he said without hesitation, "Seal off compartment A immediately!"

"What? Our people are still inside!"

William's voice brooked no argument: "I said 'close the warehouse,' don't you understand?"

Two seconds of silence on the radio: "Understood. Immediately seal off Warehouse A. No one is allowed to enter or leave!"

Monitor B asked in a low voice, "What about the medical staff who haven't left?"

Monitor A shut down the radio: "What else can we do? Good luck!"

Building No. 4

Ouyang wandered around aimlessly like a headless fly, and his numb right leg gradually regained sensation.

Suddenly, he heard chaotic footsteps ahead. He looked around but found nowhere to hide, so he simply lay down against the wall, pressed his rifle under his body, and pointed in the direction they had come from with the look of someone who was barely clinging to life, as if he was desperately trying to speak but couldn't get the words out.

Ou Yang's decision was not impulsive; he had already heard Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei mention the situation at the police station. During the months he was stranded in the wilderness, he had repeatedly simulated and reviewed the situation in his mind, imagining what he would do if he encountered the same situation again.

Now, he's just using a plan he already had in mind.

The other party fell for the trap and immediately reported their location.

Once the opportunity presented itself, Ou Yang immediately abandoned all pretense and killed the guards.

"He's a tough opponent!" Upon receiving the news, William laughed instead of getting angry. "Pass on my orders: from now on, no one is allowed to act alone. Everyone must be in a group of at least two. Anyone found without a partner is to be shot on the spot!"

After a moment of silence, he spoke again over the radio: "I know you can hear me. Since you want to play, I'll play with you properly!"

Ou Yang was quite helpless. "I'm male, I like women, what's so fun about having sex with you?"

He deliberately smeared some blood on himself, and upon hearing footsteps in the distance, he immediately switched into performance mode, firing his gun while retreating, accompanied by a desperate scream: "Ahhh—!"

The guards who had just arrived hesitated for only a moment before Ouyang seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack and kill them.

Then he lay down among the guards who had just died, killing another wave of guards.

I have to say, this skin is incredibly useful.

But the guards also grew stronger through repeated setbacks. William adjusted his deployments time and again, and Ouyang never found another opportunity to trick the enemy.

He was constantly on the run from the pursuers when he inadvertently entered a special room.

This place has many glass cases that look like crystal coffins, and in each case lies a human body submerged in a transparent liquid.

They had their bellies cut open, their stomachs empty, clearly indicating that they were immune individuals whose internal organs had been removed.

Ouyang stopped in front of a crystal coffin. The body inside was very well preserved, and the face still retained the expression of death, showing fear, pain, and endless resentment.

Thinking of the old man in Building One who had his organs harvested, Ouyang could easily imagine what he had gone through before his death.

In chaotic times, people are worse off than dogs in peaceful times. I hope you'll be reborn into a better family in your next life.

Ou Yang said quietly.

The corridor echoed with hurried footsteps once more. Ouyang focused his gaze, quickly passing through the numerous crystal coffins, turning several corners, and taking down several guards head-on.

Then, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have found the right place—a whole row of cells that looked like prisons, each housing an immune person.

Although they had changed their clothes and shaved their heads, some of them looked very familiar; they were none other than church members from White Maple Town!
Ou Yang was both surprised and delighted: "Zhu Yiming—"

The shouts woke up all the immune individuals, and they all walked to the door and looked at the guard outside who was shouting.

Not hearing a response, Ou Yang quickly called out again, "Jiang Yuwei—"

Still no response.

Ou Yang immediately became anxious, his heart burning with rage.

His gaze swept across the room and quickly spotted a familiar face. He immediately took off his mask and walked over: "Hey, do you still recognize me?"

The church members also recognized Ou Yang: "Hey, aren't you that guy?"

They had only known each other for a short time, and he couldn't even remember Ouyang's name.

“Yes, yes, it’s me, Clark!” O’Yan nodded excitedly. “Do you need me to let you out?”

“Of course!” The church member was overjoyed. “You can call me Pam.”

(End of this chapter)