Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 202 Adding insult to injury
Not only did the guards receive William's orders, but the doctor, who had been keeping a close eye on Warehouse D, also learned of the situation immediately.

He didn't want to interfere at first, but after hesitating for a moment, he felt uneasy and finally picked up the walkie-talkie: "William, I must remind you that every donor is a valuable asset to the group!"

Warehouse D is extremely spacious with numerous rooms and corridors. It is filled with anesthetic gas, and the dosage is difficult to control.

Too little will have no effect, and too much will inevitably lead to sudden death due to excessive inhalation, which is definitely not the outcome the group envisions.

Compared to the mass deaths of donors, the doctor would rather put the problem of Warehouse D aside for now—each donor represents a huge amount of resources, the kind that money can't buy!

"Don't worry!" William said confidently, stating his plan. "Please have all the doctors prepare so that if there are any casualties, we can immediately perform surgery to harvest organs, right?"

The biggest role of donors for the group is to provide organs; once the organs are obtained, the life or death of the donor is not important.

The doctor solemnly reminded him, "William, do you know what you're doing?"

“I’m perfectly sober,” William said.

The current situation is unclear, and if we continue to hold back, things will soon become irreversible.

Only by taking a gamble and controlling the situation as quickly as possible can we minimize the losses.

With this in mind, William was the first to step out of Warehouse D and into the cold, snowy night.

Behind him, a group of guards followed silently, and countless people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The guards here are all armed personnel under the group's command, and their fundamental purpose in joining the group is profit.

They're all incredibly energetic when they're winning a battle and bullying the defenseless immune individuals, but it's too much to ask of them to fight to the death against those immune individuals who are fighting for their lives.

The warehouse door slowly closed behind everyone, and a brief announcement came from the control center: "Begin releasing the mixed anesthetic gas!"

The control center is actually the monitoring room. From the graphic control interface representing compartment D, you can see that the ventilation equipment in compartment D has been turned on, and anesthetic gas is spreading throughout the compartment.

The phone rang, and a bespectacled surveillance technician immediately picked up the receiver: "Monitoring room!"

A deep voice came through the receiver: "This is Dr. Lorraine. Has the anesthetic gas been released?"

"It's already being released, Doctor."

"Pay close attention to gas concentrations and do everything possible to control casualties."

"Okay, no problem!" After hanging up the phone, Glasses immediately called out, "Hey, buddy, slow down the release rate. The doctor said to try to control casualties!"

"No problem!" Old Mi with the buzz cut, who was in charge of releasing the gas, agreed.

Everyone was doing their job, staring intently at the screens waiting for the anesthetic gas to take effect, but the donors on every screen were lively and showed no signs of being anesthetized!
The crew-cut man quickly realized something was wrong and immediately checked the data: "Hey, something's wrong. The equipment shows that the air composition in compartment D is perfectly normal, and no anesthetic components have been detected!"

"What? This is impossible!" Glasses immediately checked the analysis interface, and sure enough, it was just as Rainie had said.

He immediately switched the camera to find out the cause of the malfunction. When he switched to the basement where the anesthetic gas was stored, he was shocked to see a group of immune patients removing cylinders full of anesthetic gas from the gas supply system and laboriously moving them to the entrance and piling them up together.

Among the crowd, a man and a woman with East Asian faces stood out.

"What are they trying to do?" The man with the buzz cut looked bewildered.

"It looks like they've built a fortress out of steel cylinders!" Glasses exclaimed in surprise.

Upon receiving the news, William was furious and wished he could rush into the basement of Warehouse D and wipe out all the immune individuals who were dismantling the gas cylinders!
At the same time, Ou Yang and his group discovered that they hadn't encountered any guards for a while, and further discovered that all the exits were sealed off, making it impossible to get in or out.

The group huddled together and discussed the matter for a while, but they couldn't figure out what the enemy was up to. However, everyone knew that their situation was extremely dangerous, and a large number of enemies could rush in at any moment.

The group only had a few weapons, which were not enough to stop the enemy's attack.

"The most urgent task is to acquire more weapons!" Ferguson suggested.

“We’ve searched all the guards, where are we going to get weapons?” Pam asked, dissatisfied.

Ferguson smiled slightly: "Weapons don't necessarily have to be guns!"

Pam was a little confused. If the weapon wasn't a gun, what could it be?
"How about alcohol?" Ouyang suggested. "We could make a batch of Molotov cocktails!"

This place has no shortage of alcohol, nor is it short of glass bottles. After setting their goal, everyone immediately got to work and started collecting alcohol and glass bottles.

Ou Yang thought he could only find 75% alcohol, but to his surprise, there was a batch of 95% pure medical alcohol in barrels in the autopsy room!
It was then discovered that the liquid used to soak the remains was not formaldehyde at all, but alcohol!

Overjoyed, everyone immediately began packing alcohol into DIY incendiary bombs, preparing for a desperate gamble.

Strangely, despite waiting and waiting, the guards' attack never began, leaving everyone puzzled.

William was eager to resolve the issue as soon as possible, but before the trouble in Warehouse D was resolved, Warehouses B and C started arguing again, and his plan to transfer personnel from Warehouses B and C immediately fell through.

Upon receiving the news, the doctor rushed to the scene immediately. From a distance, he could hear an arrogant voice roaring hoarsely: "What are you doing? What right do you have to restrict our freedom!"

The doctor immediately recognized the man who was roaring loudly as tonight's distinguished guest: veteran senator Jackson.

The armed security team leader tried his best to reassure him: "Mr. Jackson, there has been a small incident at the base. Our people are handling it. For security reasons, please wait a moment."

"Something went wrong? What could have gone wrong?" Jackson's momentum didn't diminish. "My plane was fine when it landed, but there was a problem when it left. It must be due to your airport management. I must return to Dun City tonight, because you will be fully responsible for any consequences arising from my failure to return on time!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson, for safety reasons, we really can't leave for the time being." The doctor intervened in time, and the security team leader breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped aside.

Jackson remained expressionless, his arrogance undisguised: "And who are you?"

“I am the person in charge here.” The doctor smiled. “Mr. Congressman, you can call me Lorraine, a double doctor in medicine and physiology.”

“Oh?” Jackson’s arrogance immediately subsided slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Lorraine.”

He chose to show this double PhD sufficient respect, rather than giving him the cold shoulder like that foolish security captain did.

"Trust me," the doctor said, "the problem will be solved soon."

He could tell that Jackson wasn't really in any real emergency, but rather that the continuous gunfire made him feel threatened, so he wanted to leave as soon as possible.

To put it bluntly, what good would it do to stay here? Does the company care about the consequences?
Today, the corporation has long since built a vast network of relationships through lung transplants, and if Jackson were to intend to harm the corporation, the corporation has plenty of ways to deal with this congressman.

Jackson lowered his voice: "Doctor, you should know who I am. I must leave as soon as possible."

This is the black market for organs. No matter how dire the situation is in the United States, such a place cannot be made public. Once his presence here is discovered, his reputation will be ruined, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

The doctor solemnly promised, "I guarantee it won't be long." It wasn't just Congressman Jackson who expressed dissatisfaction; other patients' families also expressed their concern and discontent with the current situation, demanding that the doctor resolve the issue immediately.

The doctor tried to calm them down, his voice hoarse from trying, but he couldn't soothe the agitated clients. He finally managed to find a moment to contact William: "Hey, my friend, it's been dragging on for so long, when are you finally going to solve this problem!"

William, who had a lot of grievances to vent, said, "I'm trying to figure something out."

The doctor's tone was laced with threat: "I believe in you, but if this drags on any longer, the group will definitely question your abilities. I don't want to see that happen. What about you?"

William was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder: "I'll do it as soon as possible."

He kicked a patch of snow away with a powerful kick.

Is it that he doesn't want to solve it? Or is it that the conditions simply don't allow it?
Ultimately, this is just an organ black market, not a military base, and there aren't as many guards as you might imagine.

After deducting the personnel who had to remain in Warehouses B and C, the remaining guards were limited, and some had been lost in Warehouse D. He could not transfer personnel from Warehouses B and C, so the number of guards he could command was very limited.

Most importantly, the guards cannot obey orders. No one will rush forward knowing that their life is in danger; passive resistance is the norm.

When the accident first occurred, our side clearly had the advantage, so why was the donor able to turn the tide? If the guards had unconditionally obeyed orders, how could we have ended up in such a passive situation?
The doctor continued to press the issue. "If you can't do it yourself, I'll have to seek help from the group."

William gritted his teeth and decided to go all in: "Fine, I understand. Then please have the group intervene."

The doctor's brow twitched: "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I quit!" Without saying another word, William cut off the communication, loudly cursing the doctor's female immediate family members while throwing the walkie-talkie far away with all his might.

The nearby guards looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

The doctor looked at the walkie-talkie in surprise, then pressed the send button and called out twice, but received no response.

He was furious. He immediately summoned the security team leader, instructing him to control the situation, and then hurriedly left to contact the group to send reinforcements.

The doctor quickly received a notification from the group: reinforcements could arrive no later than dawn!
Lorraine immediately felt relieved and thought confidently: everything will be back to normal by tomorrow morning.

At most, it's only a few hours. No matter how restless those customers are, they shouldn't be unable to wait even that long.

He could almost see the armed forces of the affiliated group arriving at the base and crushing the donors with overwhelming force.

Have a blast, you don't have much time left!

The doctor thought.

However, the slap in the face came too quickly. Before the doctor's thoughts could even finish, a flash of fire appeared outside the window, followed by a violent explosion that nearly shattered the glass window and caused his feet to sway.

The professor grabbed the walkie-talkie: "What happened? Can anyone tell me what happened?"

There was no sound coming from the radio, which meant that nobody knew what the cause was.

But the doctor quickly said he knew the situation was worse than he had imagined.

The explosion destroyed part of the outer wall of the experimental chamber, and large numbers of infected people were pouring out of the chamber. Gunshots were first heard from the direction of chamber B, followed by chambers C and D.

Because the temperature in Warehouse A remained constant at 26 degrees Celsius, the infected individuals hiding there were only wearing thin clothes.

Although many rushed out of the chamber, a considerable number of infected individuals hesitated in the face of temperatures approaching minus twenty degrees Celsius and eventually retreated back into the experimental chamber.

As if things weren't going to go wrong, the problems in Warehouse D were still unresolved when Warehouse A also ran into trouble.

The doctor suddenly had a bad feeling that everything was hopeless and had an urge to flee the base.

However, when people are down on their luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems.

Just then, a small passenger plane at the airport suddenly started up and slowly taxied toward the runway.

The doctor's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously contacted William, wanting to instruct him to handle the situation, but when he picked up the walkie-talkie, he remembered that William had already quit.

Was William on the plane?

The doctor's cheek twitched violently.

At this moment, William was equally bewildered.

He didn't want to get involved in what happened next, but a large number of infected people poured out of the experimental chamber, and he and the guards who had been waiting outside the D chamber were the first to be affected.

Faced with hordes of infected individuals, the guards did not hesitate to fire, which only attracted more infected people.

Ironically, some infected individuals, upon hearing gunshots, chose to flee out of instinctive fear, but many more had long forgotten what fear was; all they saw were things that could be eaten or not.

Now, let alone resolving the problems in Warehouse D, even self-preservation has become a problem.

At the same time, the immune individuals in the basement discovered that the gunfire outside had stopped, and some of them risked leaving the basement and successfully met with Ouyang and his group.

The two sides successfully met up, and the other side immediately recognized Ouyang. Ouyang also recognized these people as the immune individuals who had arrived here that night.

But he didn't have time to exchange pleasantries with the immune person he had only met once; he immediately spotted two familiar figures in the other group.

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei also saw Ou Yang. Without saying a word, the latter rushed up to him and gave him a big hug.

With the soft, fragrant body in his arms, Ou Yang was surprised but also secretly pleased. The only drawback was that there were too many people here.

Witnessing this scene, some of the elderly Americans shouted and laughed strangely, while others clapped and whistled, but no one took the initiative to avoid it.

Zhu Yiming walked up helplessly: "Hey, you two, that's enough!"

Jiang Yuwei blushed and released Ou Yang, glaring fiercely at Zhu Yiming.

Zhu Yiming was extremely aggrieved: "Hey, Ou Yang, did you see that? She's glaring at me!"

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around." Ou Yang was somewhat disappointed. "Where did you two go? I was so worried!"

Zhu Yiming spread his hands: "I didn't go anywhere, I was just put in solitary confinement."

"What the hell?" Ou Yang had almost dug three feet into the ground but couldn't find anyone, and in the end he got this answer.

(End of this chapter)