Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 210 Double Harvest

Ou Yang was the first to enter Warehouse No. 2, followed closely by Zhu Yiming, while Jiang Yuwei stayed at the very back.

But before she could even step through the warehouse door, the two people in front of her turned around at the same time, and Ou Yang grabbed her shoulder and pushed her out: "Let's go, let's go, we're not going in."

Jiang Yuwei was baffled; why wasn't she going in?
Zhu Yiming, pale-faced, rushed out and vomited up everything he had eaten, repeatedly muttering, "It's over, it's over, my eyes, my eyes..."

Jiang Yuwei... what inappropriate scene did you see?
Ou Yang's face darkened: "What the hell? You only have eyes?"

Jiang Yuwei couldn't help but ask curiously, "What exactly did you two see?"

Ouyang quickly stopped him: "Don't go in! Listen to me, whatever you do, don't go in!"

Zhu Yiming finally finished vomiting: "Ou Yang is right, whatever you do, don't go in, the death there is too gruesome."

Jiang Yuwei rolled her eyes: "Hey, I thought it was something special. I'm a medical student, you know? What kind of corpse haven't I seen!"

He then bypassed Ouyang and went into Warehouse No. 2.

Zhu Yiming was astonished: "This woman is so fierce?"

"Strange?" Ou Yang glanced at him sideways. "Don't you even consider where she's from?"

Zhu Yiming suddenly realized, "That makes sense... How would you say it in her hometown dialect? 'Tiger that woman,' right?"

Ou Yang twitched the corner of his mouth. The scene he had just witnessed was still vivid in his mind, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

At this moment, Jiang Yuwei had already entered the warehouse. When she looked up, she saw countless corpses piled up together.

The surfaces of all the corpses were charred by the fire, and their twisted and deformed limbs were intertwined, one on top of the other, inseparable.

On the ground, the solidified corpse oil, due to the cold, was more than a finger's width thick.

The low temperature froze the corpse, and only a faint burnt smell could be detected. Jiang Yuwei's face first turned white, then blue, and finally iron gray.

She had no idea how she left the scene; when she came to her senses, she was already outside the warehouse.

Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming came up to them from the left and right, respectively. The former asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Jiang Yuwei shook her head and didn't say anything.

She was afraid that she would end up like Zhu Yiming, spitting out her words as soon as she opened her mouth.

It's only been a little over six months since the outbreak of the pandemic, but he's seen far too many gruesome corpses. Even so, she was still deeply disturbed and felt uneasy.

Zhu Yiming's face was full of bitterness: "Now, every time I close my eyes, all I see are those scenes. I'm afraid I'll never forget them in this lifetime."

Jiang Yuwei deeply sympathized. After trying for a long time, she finally managed to suppress the churning feeling in her stomach: "What on earth is going on?"

She already knew that the fire set by the paratroopers during their evacuation did not burn the warehouse itself, but rather the mountains of corpses.

“It might be to destroy evidence,” Ouyang said.

He wasn't much better than Zhu and Jiang; he just stubbornly refused to divulge the information.

"Evidence? What evidence?" Jiang Yuwei didn't understand.

Instead of answering, Ou Yang asked, "If the forces behind the black market can use paratroopers to clean up the mess, what kind of forces do you think can do that?"

Zhu Yiming was stunned: "Could this place really be an official shelter?"

You can't think about this; the more you think about it, the more something feels off.

Putting aside the scale, let's talk about medical skills. Organ removal is simple, but organ transplantation is not so easy. Without a certain level of expertise, you can't even get close to the basics.

This place? It can actually be used for mass transplantation.

There are also various medical devices, none of which are accessible to ordinary people. Is it easy to bring together so many medical resources?
Even if it's not backed by the government, it must be an extremely large conglomerate.

Another possibility is that the authorities were well aware of the matter but were happy to see it happen, so they turned a blind eye and made things easy for the authorities.

If it were just the Lion State government that had fallen into corruption, it wouldn't be so bad, but if even the Rice Palace had fallen to this level... Zhu Yiming couldn't help but shudder and dared not think any further.

“Who knows?” Ouyang’s gaze seemed to pierce through the wall, landing on the pile of corpses.

It was as if I saw paratroopers of unknown origin stacking corpses on top of each other, pouring gasoline on them and setting them on fire... Many of them were not quite dead yet, letting out heart-wrenching screams in the flames.

“Even if it’s an officially designated shelter, it’s not for ordinary people.” Ou Yang’s gaze was complex, with an unspeakable sarcasm in his eyes.

Zhu Yiming's stomach was still very uncomfortable. He looked up at Warehouse No. 2 and asked, "Should we go in?"

"You still dare to go in?" Jiang Yuwei stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

“The strong never complain about their environment!” Zhu Yiming said with a ferocious expression. “Practice makes perfect. You’ll get used to it after a while.”

Jiang Yuwei looked at Ou Yang, as if asking him what he thought, or as if asking him to persuade Zhu Yiming.

After a moment of thought, Ouyang suddenly turned his gaze to the planes left on the tarmac.

Besides their own helicopters, there are more than a dozen private planes or regional jets of various models here: "Let's go up and take a look!"

Large passenger planes have to provide food and drinks for their passengers, so how could the owners of these small planes, who are usually wealthy and powerful, be completely unprepared?

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei exchanged a glance, and at the same time saw the surprise in each other's eyes: That's right, there must be supplies on the plane!
The group immediately moved to another location, and upon closer inspection, they discovered that all the aircraft doors were open.

Different aircraft models have different boarding methods. Some have their own boarding stairs, some require a small boarding cart, and some have a simple boarding stairs.

Each plane could be entered directly. Ou Yang chose the closest plane, carrying his rifle, and stepped onto the gangway. He and Zhu Yiming, one on the left and one on the right, entered together.

Inside the hatch, there was a small pile of snow, and the deformed hatch still bore scorch marks left by the explosion.

Inside the hatch, luxurious leather seats lined the left and right sides, with a small pile of spent shell casings scattered in the aisle.

Ou Yang's gaze extended and found several bullet holes in several seats.

Frozen bloodstains were everywhere—on the ground, seats, and bulkheads.

To be honest, the scene was shocking and visually impactful, but compared to the scene in Warehouse No. 2, it was nothing.

Having been through the ordeal in cabin number 2, the three were completely oblivious to the scene inside the cabin and walked along the corridor toward the nose of the plane on their own.

In Ouyang's memory, airplane kitchens are usually located in the nose of the plane, and this plane was no exception. Moreover, the kitchen was much larger than he had imagined, and it had all kinds of cooking utensils.

Zhu Yiming couldn't wait to open the refrigerator. After seeing what was inside, his eyes lit up like a pair of 200-watt light bulbs, and he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

Ou Yang and Jiang Yuwei immediately came over and were also stunned by the refrigerator full of food.

Zhu Yiming counted them one by one: "Wow, steak...wow, salmon...wow, and lobster!"

Ou Yang was extremely disgusted: "Can't you be normal for once?"

Zhu Yiming chuckled: "I'm from a small town, so I'm a bit short-sighted. Don't mind me... Hey, what's this?"

He pointed to several flat, round tin cans in the refrigerator, feeling that these things were rather inconspicuous and shouldn't be in this refrigerator.

“It looks like caviar,” Ouyang said uncertainly.

"What about this?" Zhu Yiming found a few more mushrooms. "Rich people really know how to have fun. I get a stress response whenever I see mushrooms now." Ou Yang shook his head: "Don't recognize it."

He doesn't know much about Western food and doesn't usually like eating mushrooms, so he really didn't recognize them.

Jiang Yuwei hesitated before saying, "This should be a black truffle, right?"

"This one... wait? This is a snail, right?" Zhu Yiming finally found something he recognized.

Jiang Yuwei gave Ou Yang the same look of disgust: "Can't foreigners eat normal food?"

"Let's just pick the normal ones!" Ou Yang couldn't wait to get started, first taking out the steak, and then various other familiar and acceptable foods.

For example, salmon, sausages, dairy products, and lobster.

Forget about caviar and snails; they won't fill you up, and the taste is just so-so.

If this thing is cooked well, the taste will definitely be amazing, but the three of them have neither the cooking skills nor the necessary equipment, so they just pick the ones that are easy to cook, relatively high in calories, and rich in nutrients.

There are many good things besides the refrigerator, such as red wine, coffee, and bottled water.

With just one plane, they made a great harvest, and the three of them, full of energy, immediately headed to their next target.

In no time, the snowmobile was filled with all kinds of food.

The three people were like a bunch of hardworking hamsters, making trip after trip to carry the load, and soon the truck was full.

There were still several planes to search, and none of the three wanted to give up.

Once you leave this village, you won't find another shop like it. Who knows when you'll be able to get food again after you leave here? So you have to bring as much food as possible.

Moreover, the more chaotic the world becomes, the more valuable food is, so it's always good to bring more.

Another problem is that the temperature inside the carriage is relatively high, so frozen food cannot be stored for a long time.

Ouyang had a brilliant idea: the trailer without a carriage was big enough to accommodate a car.

Large ones won't work, but small ones will definitely be fine!

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei took a closer look, and it seemed to actually work!

The three men got busy again, found some planks to build a bridge, and then backed the SUV onto it. The front wheels were level with the rear of the trailer, and the front of the vehicle had to stick out a little, leaving no extra space.

It looks like a prehistoric behemoth carrying its cubs on its back.

Now they finally had a place to put the SUV. The trio carefully secured it and then stuffed all sorts of food into the car.

When it's hot, I wouldn't dare do this, but now that it's winter, this SUV is a natural giant refrigerator!

In addition to food, Ouyang also obtained a batch of alcohol from Warehouse No. 4.

This stuff is excellent fuel; it can be used not only for cooking but also for heating.

Besides the food, the three of them also had an extra gain.

For example, you might find a brochure on an airplane that details the various services offered by the black market for organs, with a beautifully printed line of calligraphy on the cover: "New Eden, welcome!"
The three of them finally realized what this place was.

However, this place has been destroyed, so it doesn't matter whether you know its name or not.

Ouyang wanted to know even more about which force was behind the New Eden.

Whether it's overt or covert.

For example, every airplane carries some guns and ammunition.

Initially, the trio's only goal was food; they had no intention of getting guns at all.

But Ouyang accidentally found a plastic box, about the same size as the plastic boxes used to pack hand drills in China. It looked very nice and was quite heavy.

Purely out of curiosity, he opened the box and found a gleaming silver M1911 inside!

The chrome-plated gun body is like a mirror, and the ivory handle has an excellent tactile feel.

This thing isn't a weapon, it's practically a work of art!

"Hey!" Ouyang shook 1911. "Look at this!"

"Wow!" Zhu Yiming snatched it in his hand, examining it with great interest. "Is this a gift gun? It's worth a fortune... Quick, see if there are any more!"

The two of them rummaged through the items and actually found a few gun cases.

Among them are revolvers covered in patterns, miniature guns inlaid with gemstones, and the most extravagant one is a golden Desert Eagle!
Yes, it's definitely not pure gold, but it's luxurious enough.

It's obvious that the owner of these guns is an enthusiast who loves collecting gift guns.

Unfortunately, he is no longer with us, and the collection ended up in the hands of Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming.

Jiang Yuwei had no interest in weapons, and she looked down on the so-called gift gun. She had no intention of getting involved with these two childish kids.

On other planes, Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming made an effort to search and did find some weapons, but unfortunately they were all ordinary firearms and they couldn't find any more gift versions.

However, besides pistols, we also found some rifles, submachine guns and shotguns, and the most surprising items were two MP7s and a short sword.

"That's enough for you two!" Jiang Yuwei said, dissatisfied.

For her, a gun just needs to be functional, and it would be even better if it had a universal magazine; she had no other requirements.

These two are so engrossed in the gun that they can barely move. Is it really that appealing?

"This is a good thing!" Zhu Yiming slung an MP7 over his shoulder.

Whether it's easy to use or not is another matter; the key is that I use it frequently in the game, so I've developed an attachment to it.

Ouyang wholeheartedly agreed, saying that even if they brought less food, they should bring more weapons.

As the old saying goes, "If my neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns; my neighbor is my granary."

No matter how much food you have, you still need to have ways to protect yourself, otherwise you'll be at the mercy of others and end up doing all the work for them.

Back in the truck, Ouyang and Zhu Yiming quickly stuffed the food into the SUV, then jumped into the truck, trying to squeeze a gun into any available space.

"Our goal is for everyone to be able to reach for a gun, no matter where they are!" Zhu Yiming declared confidently.

Jiang Yuwei nearly broke down: "Are you two done yet?"

Ouyang nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's about right!" He then shoved a pistol under the seat.

Jiang Yuwei slumped her shoulders: "Fine, do as you please!"

As darkness fell, Ouyang and Zhu Yiming finally completed their monumental project and enthusiastically explained to Jiang Yuwei where the weapons were hidden and how to retaliate as quickly as possible should an accident occur.

Doesn't it make you feel much safer?
But Jiang Yuwei doesn't think so.

The front of the vehicle has only so much space. Stuffing in so many weapons and ammunition is no different from sitting on a powder keg.
Talking about security? What a load of rubbish!

(End of this chapter)