Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 215 Hitting the passenger car by mistake
"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Having set a new goal, Ouyang excitedly pounded on the car door, unable to contain his excitement.

Zhu Yiming started the engine: "Which way?"

"Back to Kamed!" Ouyang said with high spirits. "After Kamed, continue south, then west. The whole journey is only about 200 kilometers. If all goes well, we should arrive this afternoon and have time for dinner!"

Zhu Yiming laughed and drove back to Kamed.

In the same spot, in the same direction, the RV was blocked by Curly again.

He tilted his head back, grinned, and said with a big smile, "Hehe, we meet again."

Before Zhu Yiming could speak, Ou Yang's head popped out from the passenger seat: "Sorry, there's nothing you can do to help us."

"No, no, no, of course you need my help." Curly shook his finger in strong disagreement. "You want to come over, don't you? I have connections and channels. You just need to pay a small price."

Without saying a word, Ouyang tossed the SUV keys to Curly: "The car is yours!"

Curly was taken aback, shaking the keys in his hand: "Where's the car?"

"It's about two kilometers north of the city, that's the one by the roadside."

Curly-haired man tossed the keys into the car without hesitation: "The car isn't worth anything, that's not what I want!"

Ouyang tossed it back out: "Take it, consider it compensation." He then gestured with his eyes to the truck still parked in place, "We have better options, don't we?"

Curly shook his head vigorously: "I don't think so. Jason Jr. is indeed a better choice, but you just want to get through the town and use my connections. It only costs a little bit, but finding Jason Jr. is not so simple. It will cost at least several times more!"

He first pinched his thumb and forefinger together, then opened them again, indicating that the two were very different.

Ouyang and Curly went back and forth, neither willing to back down.

At this moment, two SUVs drove out of the city and parked on the left and right sides near the truck.

Inside the vehicle sat a group of burly American men, each clutching an automatic rifle, quietly aiming their guns at the truck.

They were just waiting for the commander to issue the battle order.

An elderly man with a full beard peered into the car for a while and said, "Boss, there's no one in the car!"

The leader, Old Mi, was a bearded man with sunglasses and a light gray baseball cap on his head.

He pressed the radio hidden under his clothes: "All units, prepare to disembark, disperse and maintain vigilance, be careful not to alert the target!"

"Car number 2 received!"

"Action!" The bearded man gave the order swiftly, but his movements were unhurried, and he got out of the car quite leisurely.

The others were the same, swinging their arms and wandering around aimlessly, but never straying far from the truck.

The flea market was packed with people, making it impossible to tell which one was the real seller.

The two team members strode towards the market, seemingly intending to exchange something, but their eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, searched for targets like radar.

The nearby sex workers' eyes lit up, and they all crowded around, saying in unison, "Hey, handsome, wanna have some fun?"

These two are so muscular and fit that it makes your heart race; you'd be lucky to get them even if you paid them.

The taller team member, looking impatient, shoved away the mediocre fan who was crowding around him: "Go away, don't bother me!"

The prostitute looked heartbroken; her fragile heart was shattered.

The shorter team members were completely different. Without saying a word, they grabbed the women who approached them, jokingly groping them and taking full advantage of them while also asking the price: "How much for a quickie? What about an overnight stay? What's the price for two people together?"

The tall man said in a cold voice, "Stop playing around!"

The short man shrugged helplessly and said goodbye to the woman with reluctance: "Sorry, it's not the right time now. I'll come back to find you later!"

The bearded man, feeling utterly exhausted, gave a new order in a low voice: "Leave two people to guard the truck, the rest of you disperse and search!"

Old Mi with stubble said in a low voice, "Boss, I'll ask someone to find out!"

“Go!” the bearded man nodded.

Hu Chami looked around and selected a boy who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old and still had a childish appearance: "Hey, you, yes, you, come here for a second!"

The reason for this choice is that young people are relatively simple-minded and won't overthink things no matter what they are asked.

Conversely, an adult with a wealth of life experience is different. When faced with a problem, their first thought is likely whether they should answer it and whether giving an answer will lead to negative consequences.

The former is outspoken, while the latter prioritizes personal gain.

The boy rushed over and asked, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The bearded man pulled out a Franklin note and handed it to the boy: "I have a few questions."

While the value of this thing isn't as stable as it was before the pandemic, it's not so exaggerated that it's too hard to even wipe your butt with.

The boy immediately put away his bright green rice knife: "Sir, you've chosen the right person. I'm the most famous gossip in all of Kamed!"

The bearded man pointed at the truck: "Do you know whose truck this is?"

"This one?" the boy asked in surprise.

“Yes, that’s the one.” The bearded man smiled with delight. “It’s the same model as Brother Zhu’s. A new car costs nearly four million dollars. I want to know who its owner is.”

The boy suddenly realized: "Oh, that's Jason's car!"

"Little Jason?" the stubble-faced man asked longingly. "Where is he?"

The boy scratched his head, then suddenly pointed into the crowd: "Over there!"

The stubble-faced man looked up and saw the freckled man with a group of followers come into his view: "Wow, it's him... Thank you!"

As he spoke, he quietly made a few hand gestures, then pointed to the freckled face, indicating that it was the target of this trip.

Upon receiving the signal, the bearded man immediately whispered the order: "All units, pay attention! Target spotted! Prepare for action!"

Upon receiving the order, the operatives remained calm but sprang into action, seizing advantageous positions.

The freckled face drew closer, its arrogance completely undisguised.

The bearded man was filled with doubt, feeling that this kid was far from the goal he had imagined.

However, he was only ordered to eliminate the target, but he didn't know why he needed to eliminate the target, so he didn't think much about it and just patiently continued to wait.

Especially at times like these, it's crucial to remain calm.

Unfortunately, the fake command from the Pandebo base did not work.

The bearded man's gaze also fell on young Jason, indicating that the boy could leave.

But the boy didn't do that. Instead, he sighed and muttered, "Hey, let me tell you, little Jelin really hit the jackpot. He traded his RV for this truck..."

The bearded man's face froze, and he grabbed the boy's collar: "What did you say? When did he get it?"

The boy assumed the stubble-faced man was angry out of jealousy and wasn't afraid at all: "It happened not long ago... Look, it's that car!" The stubble-faced man...

His heart pounded: "Boss..."

The stubble-faced man tried to stop the operation, but it was too late. The bearded man's voice pierced his ears: "Go!"

boom--

It's unclear who fired first, but gunfire erupted in the parking lot. Jason and his gang were caught in a hail of bullets from all directions and were riddled with bullets in an instant, their blood splattering everywhere.

The truck, worth nearly four million dollars, was riddled with bullet holes.

The next second, everyone panicked. Men jumped, women screamed, and everyone ran around aimlessly, wishing they had more legs.

Chaos spread like a plague throughout the flea market in a very short time, and pedestrians in the city fled in all directions, hiding in nearby buildings as quickly as possible.

Buildings near the flea market immediately closed their doors and windows, retreating indoors and refusing to show their faces—a speed that was astonishing.

Did they practice beforehand?
The nearby guards rushed over immediately and opened fire on the team members.

Jason Jr.'s death is no loss, but Jason Sr. holds a high position and has great power. This group of thugs must be dealt with thoroughly to give Jason Sr. an explanation!
The gunfire intensified, and the crowd became even more chaotic!
Curly-haired was incredibly fast. As soon as he heard the gunshot, he immediately shrank back like a turtle and fled in the blink of an eye.

Those guys who tried to stop the car all ran away.

Ou Yang slammed his fist on the dashboard: "Go, go, go! Move quickly!"

As he spoke, he had already grabbed the rifle in his hand.

Zhu Yiming slammed on the gas pedal, and the engine roared, propelling the RV into the city.

At the scene of the conflict, the bearded man, while desperately dodging bullets, shouted frantically, "Wrong, wrong, that RV behind us is the real target!"

However, the team members were engaged in a firefight with the guards, and the guards were numerous and had fierce firepower. The team members dared not linger and quickly retreated to the vehicle to prepare for evacuation.

The bullets made a clattering sound as they hit the cars, but these were bulletproof vehicles. The bullets only left bullet marks on the car body, but they couldn't penetrate the car body.

But unexpectedly, at this critical juncture, the stubble-faced man sent back a message that he had targeted the wrong person, and that the target had already rushed into the city!

The bearded man's eyes were red, but now was not the time to assign blame: "Chase after them!"

Two SUVs, one after the other, recklessly chased each other into the city.

The bearded man nearly went berserk before he could get into the car. He ran wildly among the vehicles, spotted someone in a sedan, rushed over, and pointed his gun at the window: "Get out!"

The car owner didn't dare to argue and quickly rolled off the car.

The bearded man got into the car, stepped on the gas... but instead of entering the city, he swerved sharply to get away from the urban area.

Are you kidding me? They all dumped me here, and you expect me to willingly go back to them? Goodbye!
Zhu Yiming floored the accelerator, and the RV, like an enraged bull, plunged into the city, rampaging through the chaotic streets. Zhu Yiming leaned out of the window with his left arm, waving it wildly and shouting, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way—"

He didn't even consider whether anyone could hear him shouting like that!

A group of guards preparing to support the flea market happened to encounter the RV. Just as they had the idea of ​​intercepting it, the RV was already rushing towards them. They could only jump away in a sorry state, and were almost knocked down by the RV.

Before the guards, still shaken, could regain their composure, two SUVs came rushing towards them.

New and old grudges surged up at once, and the seven or eight guards immediately opened fire.

The off-road vehicle ignored the guards completely, broke through the blockade with lightning speed, and trailed behind the RV.

"Fire at will!" the bearded man ordered, and all the windows on both sides of the vehicle were opened. The team members leaned out of the vehicle and opened fire on the RV in front.

Ou Yang and the others heard a burst of gunfire, and dozens of transparent holes were punched through the car doors and carriages.

A bullet whizzed past Jiang Yuwei's ear, startling her so much that she screamed and curled up like a frightened hedgehog behind the driver's seat.

Ou Yang's brow twitched. He glanced in the rearview mirror and realized that the other party was clearly coming for the three of them!

He turned around and patted Zhu Yiming on the shoulder: "Stay calm, report your location!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already reached the rear cabin and was crouching down in the narrow aisle to set up the M27.

This gun is quite interesting; it even comes with a built-in bipod, which is quite convenient.

It's not the multi-functional grip-style support like the Type 191, but exactly like a real light machine gun!
Zhu Yiming roared at the top of his lungs: "Right behind!"

Ouyang decisively pulled the trigger, emptying the entire magazine in one go.

Gunshots echoed in the cramped RV, making his ears ring.

The bullets pierced the rear door, but most missed, with only three or five hitting the SUV, shattering two spiderweb-like patterns on the windshield.

Ouyang pulled the travel bag containing the magazines to his side, unzipped it, tilted the gun to the side, and quickly replaced it with a new magazine.

Zhu Yiming shouted again: "Left side!"

This time, Ouyang didn't fire the gun. Instead, he immediately moved to the back of the car and suddenly opened the door.

Half of an SUV came into view.

Ouyang gave it a push, and the junk piled up at the back of the car overturned, with steaks and salmon falling out of the car one after another and crawling under the SUV.

Not only that, Ouyang also pulled out a bottle of red wine and used it as a grenade, throwing it with all his might, which hit the windshield.

The glass wasn't broken, but the red wine briefly obstructed my view, so I had to turn on the wipers to clear it.

But after just two swipes, a round, white thing, about the size of a baby's head, came crashing down and exploded with a bang. The windshield was covered in egg yolk and egg white, completely obscuring the view inside the car, forcing the driver to slow down and clean it up.

Ouyang was overjoyed.

He had seen the rumors about throwing eggs at car windows online before, and when he saw an ostrich egg, he threw it without thinking, and the effect was unexpectedly remarkable.

Cleaning up the egg residue doesn't take long, but it's enough time for a motorhome to make some distance.

But another SUV immediately filled the gap, leaving Ouyang feeling frustrated.

Unable to find a second ostrich egg, he immediately lay down, set up his M27, and opened fire on the enemy vehicle.

The automatic rifle had an extremely high rate of fire, emptying its magazine in the blink of an eye. It left a trail of bullet holes on the No. 2 off-road vehicle, especially in the driver's seat, where half of the bullets were concentrated in a small area, no bigger than a palm. But it only left a trail of bullet holes and did not penetrate the glass.

However, the driver's visibility was greatly affected, making it impossible to keep a close eye on the motorhome as before.

The operatives opened the car window, leaned out their rifles, and opened fire continuously.

Bullets flew everywhere, one of them leaving a bloody gash on Ouyang's arm, causing him immediate and intense pain.

Ouyang quickly changed to a new magazine, fired a few shots and sent a rifle flying, then moved the muzzle and shot through an arm, finally blowing off half of his hand.

The enemy's firepower was forced to stop.

(End of this chapter)