Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 206 Stormy Parachute Landing
Having witnessed Anderson's death, Ouyang couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened to them, he could guess a little. At that moment, he seemed to hear a desolate lament.

From the direction of Warehouse 2, a group of bodyguards poured out of the warehouse, followed by a small group of employers.

The originally harmonious relationship between the guards and the VIPs turned into sharp antagonism in a very short time. In order to deal with the guards, the employers reached an agreement with astonishing efficiency, gathered all the bodyguards together to form a temporary bodyguard group, and worked together to fight against the guards.

However, the bodyguard team was only temporarily assembled, and there was no trust between them, let alone any tacit understanding.

Moreover, everyone is selling themselves for money, not their lives. Very few hotheads are truly willing to put in their best effort; they will never put in any extra effort if they can take advantage of the situation.

To describe the bodyguard team as a disorganized mess is already a great compliment.

The bodyguards suffered repeated defeats in their confrontations with the guards, infuriating their employers who kept offering hefty rewards to motivate the demoralized bodyguards.

A generous reward will surely bring forth brave men, and this tactic certainly had a significant effect, allowing the bodyguards to finally regain their composure.

No one expected the bodyguard team to launch a counterattack. Countless employers gritted their teeth, plotting how to replace them with a more trustworthy group of bodyguards when they returned.

Subsequently, the guards, who had been in a dominant position, suddenly withdrew, making the employers suspicious. It wasn't until they heard gunshots outside the warehouse that they realized the guards were in trouble.

Old Mi was happy to participate in the beneficial activity of beating a drowning dog, so he continued to add more rewards. The bodyguard team, whose morale was greatly boosted, switched from defense to offense and chased after the dog out of the warehouse.

But they never expected that what they saw when they rushed out of the warehouse would be like this, and they were immediately stunned.

The helicopter crash is one thing, but what about those infected people covered in fungal hyphae?

Zombies act purely on instinct and have no emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. You're telling me that the guy kneeling in the snow crying is a zombie?
There is no shortage of smart people in this world. The bodyguard and the employer both knew what this place was for and immediately filled in the blanks with the truth—it was nothing more than an experiment that went wrong and somehow created intelligent zombies!

Although it is somewhat different from the facts, the deviation is not significant.

The surviving infected also saw the bodyguards and their employers, their eyes immediately turning bloodshot, and they rushed forward without hesitation.

The black market for organs is the root of all this, but without the flow of buying and selling and the killing, these powerful figures are also the mortal enemies of the intelligent zombies!

The bodyguards immediately opened fire, and the employers scattered to take cover. The intelligent zombies at the front were hit by bullets one after another.

However, some less impulsive intelligent zombies immediately picked up the weapons left behind by the guards and engaged in fierce firefights with the bodyguards.

Moreover, they are not fighting alone.

The gunmen hiding in Warehouse 4 quickly joined the battle, giving the bodyguards a head-on blow. In just one volley, they killed or wounded more than twenty bodyguards.

The wealthy investor, fearing for his life, retreated into Warehouse No. 2 like a frightened turtle, never daring to show his face again.

The bodyguard team, from the rear to the front, swept back like a gust of wind, and also huddled inside the cabin, refusing to come out.

Neither the employer nor the bodyguards cared about winning or losing; they had already inhaled the spores, and infection was inevitable.

The key issue is that the New Eden has been destroyed, and all the major investors have incurred blood feuds with the forces behind them. Want a lung transplant? It's not that easy.

Of course, it's just not easy, not hopeless.

In a capitalist society, everything revolves around money. As long as the money is enough, any grudges can be forgotten.

After two rounds of fierce fighting, the intelligent zombies suffered heavy casualties, with less than one in ten surviving.

The surviving zombies had no intention of surviving; they grabbed the stolen weapons and rushed into Warehouse 2.

Intense gunfire erupted from the warehouse, but it stopped after only a short while.

Everyone knows that the intelligent zombies are likely to perish, but death may not necessarily be a bad thing for them.

The snowstorm continued unabated, and all the remaining corpses—whether intelligent zombies, guards, or bodyguards—were buried under the snow, indistinguishable from one another.

Moved by the complexity of human nature, Ouyang's thoughts remained unsettled for a long time.

Zhu Yiming suddenly stood up: "Ou Yang, cover me!"

Ouyang grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

Zhu Yiming gestured to the battlefield and said in a low voice, "I'll go get two guns!"

"No!" Ouyang objected firmly, "It's too dangerous."

Jiang Yuwei also disagreed: "Listen to Ou Yang, don't take any risks!"

“Your gun alone can’t protect the three of us,” Zhu Yiming said. “I need a gun, and so does Jiang Yuwei.”

Ou Yang wanted to persuade him further, but Zhu Yiming quickly took off his coat, turned it inside out, and put it on: "We're a team, I can't keep hiding behind you... Trust me!"

Seeing Zhu Yiming's determined gaze, Ou Yang hesitated.

Jiang Yuwei opened her mouth, wanting to persuade him again, but Zhu Yiming rejected her with his eyes.

With a whoosh, Zhu Yiming zipped his coat up to his chin, pressed one hand against the windowsill, and jumped out.

Ouyang immediately changed to a new magazine and stared intently out the window.

Jiang Yuwei gritted her teeth and also wanted to jump out.

Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming always instinctively shielded her behind them, but she never thought of herself as a decorative vase that needed to be preserved. She believed that as long as she could, she should demonstrate her own value instead of comfortably hiding behind the two of them.

For a team to go far, mutual help is essential, but no one should take the contributions of others for granted.

Ou Yang grabbed her: "My dear aunt, don't make things worse, keep an eye on what's behind me!"

Zhu Yiming alone was already putting him under immense pressure, and with Jiang Yuwei added on top of that, how could he possibly manage?
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuwei immediately stopped and realized her mistake.

With so many old Americans here, someone definitely needs to help Ouyang guard his back.

Outside the window, Zhu Yiming, dressed in winter combat gear, lay prone on the snow. The color of his clothes blended into the surrounding environment, and with the cover of darkness, it was almost impossible to tell that he was lying on the ground.

He never intended to stand up; he moved his limbs and crawled forward quickly.

Zhu Yiming's actions caught the attention of others, and several more Americans immediately stepped forward and jumped out of the warehouse one after another.

Some, like Zhu Yiming, cautiously crawled towards the battlefield; others were carefree and charged forward with their bodies straight; still others hesitated and didn't want to take any risks at all.

Anyone would know that you need a gun to protect yourself in a situation like this, but not everyone has the courage to risk everything.

Before Zhu Yiming jumped out of the window, he had already chosen his target, but an old man with a upturned nose also chose the same target, struggling to wad through the snow, intending to get the weapon before Zhu Yiming.

As he passed by Zhu Yiming, Chaotianbi couldn't help but sneer inwardly, "You think you can outrun my two legs even if you crawl on the ground?"
Moreover, he had no intention of avoiding him at all and planned to walk right past Zhu Yiming!

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, and the upturned nose had no intention of taking a detour at all.

How could Zhu Yiming swallow this insult? He grabbed the upturned nose's ankle and yanked hard, causing the unfortunate guy to slip and perform a split on the spot.

With no foundation, how could his upturned nose withstand this? The immense pain of his testicles being torn caused him to involuntarily let out a scream that was unlike anything in human form.

Zhu Yiming had no time to pay attention to him. He propped himself up on his arms, rushed a few steps to a snowdrift, and dug through the snow with both hands to take everything that could be used from the long-dead guard.

He didn't look back at the upturned nose even once throughout the entire process... He believed he didn't need to do that.

The upturned nose rolled over and fell onto the snow, clutching its throbbing inner thigh, gritting its teeth as it stood up, ready to cause trouble for Zhu Yiming.

Unexpectedly, a gunshot rang out behind him, and a bullet whizzed past his ear. The man with the upturned nose froze, as if he were a clay sculpture, and dared not move an inch.

Ou Yang moved the gun barrel, aiming it at the back of the upturned nose's head.

The old Mis who remained in the warehouse all looked over at the same time, but they only saw Ou Yang's resolute back and Jiang Yuwei's cold gaze.

And there was that pistol in her hand, which she had somehow gotten her hands on.

Everyone looked away, and no one spoke up for the upturned nose.

Even the old rice outside the warehouse wisely avoided the direction where Zhu Yiming was.

Zhu Yiming had several targets in mind when he chose the location. After looting one corpse, he immediately dug up another snowdrift, but unfortunately, he didn't find anything this time.

Shortly afterward, Zhu Yiming returned to Warehouse No. 4.

He found only a rifle and three magazines.

The exit on the first floor remained closed, and the window was on the second floor, which he couldn't climb up at all.

Ou Yang and Jiang Yuwei jumped out, and the three of them met up outside the warehouse.

There's no going back to Warehouse 4, and Ouyang doesn't want to hang out with the unfamiliar old Mi either.

It's not that he's overly wary, but rather that people's hearts can't withstand the test.

Although everyone had just worked together to fight the enemy, no matter how naive Ouyang was, he couldn't possibly consider all the old Americans as trustworthy partners.

Didn't you see that Ferguson and Pam aren't going near him?

People tend to group together based on their kind; there's no way around it, that's just human nature.

"Where are we going?" Zhu Yiming glanced at Warehouse No. 2, his eyes wary.

Ouyang's gaze fell on the plane covered with a thick layer of snow. He thought about taking shelter on the plane for a while, but then he felt it wasn't safe: "There's a good place, come with me!"

Having said that, he immediately led the two into the darkness.

At this time, the other Americans who had left the warehouse also received their weapons. Some of them returned to Warehouse 4, but some quietly left.

Zhu Yiming walked along, observing his surroundings as he went: "Where are we going?"

“Under the bridge,” Ou Yang said. “I’ve left a lot of stuff there, including food and drinks.”

Well, although the quantity is not much, it is enough for three people to have a full meal. As for what to do after eating, Ouyang can't think of anything for the time being.

There's always a way out; things will work themselves out. Let's deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow.

Zhu and Jiang immediately realized that he was referring to that place, and their rumbling stomachs immediately began to rebel.

Zhu Yiming's face darkened: "Why did you have to talk about food?"

"Exactly, you did this on purpose, didn't you?" Jiang Yuwei also protested in dissatisfaction.

Just as Ou Yang was about to speak, the roar of engines suddenly came from the air: "Not good, run!"

Judging from the sound, it's definitely a fixed-wing aircraft. Its appearance over the base at this time is definitely not a good sign!

He was walking the same way he came, and had just left the base and stepped onto the ice. He still needed to travel some distance before he could get cover from the ice piles!

The heavy snow severely restricted the three's movement. Ouyang gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

With such a heavy snowstorm, no matter who came, it wouldn't be easy for them to be spotted. They had to get off the open ice surface as quickly as possible.

Ou Yang instantly made up his mind: if there's no way to avoid it, then he'll just have to fight!

"Look!" Jiang Yuwei suddenly pointed to the night sky, where two faint red lights were moving rapidly through the darkness.

And there's more than one?
Ouyang raised his rifle, aimed the scope at the target, but couldn't make out the outline of the plane.

Zhu Yiming couldn't help but say, "To fly in such heavy snow, that's really something!"

"Stop reminiscing and let's go!" Jiang Yuwei urged.

The engine kept roaring in the air, but there was no further movement. The three of them hurried along, and finally arrived behind an ice hill.

Although the distance wasn't far, it exhausted the three of them. Zhu Yiming plopped down behind the ice mound, clutching his gun and panting heavily.

Jiang Yuwei showed no restraint whatsoever, collapsing onto the snow.

Ouyang turned around and lay down on the ice mound, staring wide-eyed at the location of the plane. He found a red dot circling over the base, while another red dot was getting lower and lower, and its location seemed somewhat familiar.

He blurted out, "Are they trying to land?"

Ouyang remembers very clearly that when the white-haired old man's plane landed, it was in a certain direction.

"Such heavy snow? That's impossible!" Zhu Yiming climbed up to Ou Yang, his face filled with disbelief. "Has the pilot gone mad?"

The plane did not land, but instead made a low-altitude flyby, then climbed back up, circled once, and made another flyby.

All three of them were a little confused, not understanding what the two planes were trying to do.

"It's none of my business," Ou Yang thought, and was about to leave when several dark figures suddenly appeared above the base.

He immediately raised his rifle, and several paratroopers appeared in the scope as they descended from the sky.

Their parachutes swayed wildly in the gale, and even after a successful landing, the parachutes were still filled with wind, dragging the paratroopers around on the snow.

Ouyang could hardly believe it was true. He didn't know anything about skydiving, but he did have common sense. Jumping from a height of at least several hundred meters in such heavy snow and wind, was he tired of living?
The paratroopers were well-trained and remained calm. They quickly drew their knives and cut the parachute lines, and the parachute disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Ou Yang roughly counted, and there were about twenty or thirty people in his line of sight.

Only a few paratroopers landed near the base; many more were blown away from their targets by the gale and scattered around the base. Some even had their parachutes blown inside out by the gale and fell from hundreds of meters in the air like stones, crashing one after another onto the snow, sending snow dust flying everywhere.

Of the paratroopers who fell, at least a third or half did.

The three men were dumbfounded, their minds frozen and completely unable to process what they had come up with—where did they get the courage to jump out of the plane in this kind of weather?

(End of this chapter)