Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 216 Strong Support
Ouyang single-handedly halted the enemy's attack, and his magazine was almost empty. He continued to reload, firing another thirty rounds in quick succession.

After emptying the magazine, the air above the barrel was distorted.

He aimed intently at the driver's cab of the SUV, and of the thirty bullets fired, more than half landed on the windshield, creating cracks that overlapped and intersected.

Although the glass wasn't broken through, it was covered in cracks, greatly affecting visibility inside the car.

The team members in the car looked at each other in disbelief. Although the two sides were relatively close, the two cars were chasing each other and constantly changing positions. With such complex position changes and so many bullets hitting the windshield, the marksmanship was just too insane.
Ouyang changed magazines and continued firing, the bullets still hitting the windshield. The same glass was hit multiple times, and the bulletproof glass could no longer hold up. Several bullets successfully penetrated it, killing the driver on the spot.

If it weren't for the quick reaction of others who immediately grabbed the steering wheel, the out-of-control SUV would have crashed into the wall.

Not only were the action team members surprised, but even Ou Yang was caught off guard.

Bulletproof glass is so fragile? The quality is so poor, it definitely wasn't made by Tokyo University!

The two sides quickly separated, but the No. 1 vehicle, having cleaned up the egg liquid, caught up again, sticking to the RV like a leech.

This time, the enemy learned from their previous experience and dared not get too close. Instead, they kept their distance and kept firing at the RV.

They not only hit people, but also hit the wheels of cars.

After creating distance, Ouyang's accuracy dropped sharply, and before long, his right rear tire was pierced by a bullet and exploded with a bang.

The car suddenly tilted to the left, and Zhu Yiming gripped the steering wheel tightly to narrowly avoid losing control.

At this point, he dared not stop, pressing the accelerator without letting go. The leaking tire was quickly crushed by the rim, the edge of the rim directly contacting the ground, creating a shower of sparks.

Ou Yang was furious. He kept changing magazines, not caring whether the barrel could withstand the strain.

As it turned out, the M27 was indeed a very reliable rifle. It fired more than a dozen magazines in a row, and one shot from each man kept the enemy at bay.

The RV couldn't shake off the SUV, and the SUV didn't dare to get too close. The three vehicles, one in front and two behind, staged an extremely dangerous high-speed chase on the streets of Kamed, leaving chaos and mess in their wake.

Zhu Yiming, who was driving, was in a panic. At first, he drove wherever he could find a wide road, not wanting to hit pedestrians. But he soon realized that the wider the road, the more room the enemy had to maneuver.

He steeled himself and swerved into a side road that could only accommodate two cars side by side.

Caught off guard, Ouyang suddenly rolled to the left, his back pressed tightly against the kitchen cabinet. He didn't move back up until the RV resumed its straight-lined journey, then he lay back down, set up his rifle, and continued firing.

After emptying the magazine, Ouyang did not replace it. Instead, he took out two grenades from his bag, pulled off the pins, and threw them out of the car.

The grenade landed and rolled forward with a thud.

The driver behind slammed on the brakes, bringing the SUV to a sudden stop. The grenade exploded in front of the SUV, narrowly missing being buried under the vehicle.

Ouyang pounded the floor in grief and anger, threw out two more grenades, then changed to a new magazine, ready to continue fighting the enemy to the death.

In just a short while, he had already used up half of his ammunition!
As the RV drove out of the narrow road, it made another sharp turn. The RV, which was already tilted due to being missing a wheel, tilted even more sharply. The trailer hit a building on the side of the road and bounced back, preventing it from overturning on the spot.

This time, Ouyang was prepared. He rolled backward in time, raised his left foot and braced it on the kitchen counter, and kept a steady grip on the rifle.

However, the RV did not resume its straight-lined course, but instead continued to make a sharp turn, coming to a stop across the street amidst a screeching sound. Just as it burst out of the narrow road, Zhu Yiming was astonished to see that the road ahead was blocked by a large bus, making it impossible to drive through.

Zhu Yiming wanted to turn around and drive in another direction, but the RV was too heavy, and no matter how hard he tried, he could only stop it across the road.

He quickly shifted into reverse, stepped on the gas and turned around. He had only driven a short distance when the No. 1 SUV suddenly veered off the narrow road and crashed heavily into the side and rear of the RV.

The RV jolted violently, then spun wildly after being hit by the SUV.

Ouyang was almost shaken to pieces by the impact, but as soon as the car stabilized, he immediately flipped over and jumped out of the car.

The SUV was right in front of them, and the old man inside was also shaken and disoriented from the impact; none of them had recovered.

Ou Yang rushed forward, thrust the gun through the car window, and pressed it against the driver's head.

The driver's eyes widened, his pupils dilated.

Without hesitation, Ouyang pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced the driver's skull and then struck the passenger's shoulder.

Ouyang simply fired another shot, this time through the passenger's forehead.

The two Americans in the back seat, one opened the door and rolled out of the car, while the other quickly pulled out a pistol.

Ouyang acted even faster, drawing his Glock and firing several shots, killing the old man who dared to resist.

Just as they were about to take down the last enemy, vehicle number two suddenly burst out of the narrow road.

Old Mi, who got out of the car just in time, was none other than the bearded man. He immediately pointed at Ouyang and shouted, "Fire!"

Two guns immediately emerged from vehicle number two and opened fire on Ouyang, who was hiding behind vehicle number one.

Ouyang crouched down behind the wheels, raised the M27 high above his head, and unleashed a flurry of fire.

At this moment, Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei also came to their senses. The two of them grabbed their rifles and suddenly opened fire on vehicle number two. The dense bullets swept across the vehicle, scaring Old Mi inside, who shrank back in fright.

Ouyang grabbed a grenade and threw it under the second vehicle. The bearded man, who had just seen the grenade roll under the vehicle, took off running. But after running a few steps, the grenade exploded.

The second off-road vehicle suddenly jumped up and then landed heavily, making Old Mi inside the vehicle dizzy.

Ou Yang rushed forward and threw the last grenade through the car window.

Just as the old man in the car came to his senses, he saw something smoking fall into the car. Realizing what it was, the old man was terrified and his first reaction was to get out of the car to avoid it.

However, they were a step too late. With a muffled thud, flesh and blood flew everywhere in the second vehicle. Two and a half of the four old Americans were dead, and the remaining one was barely breathing and was about to die.

The bearded man was also caught in the blast wave, rolling several times on the ground before quickly getting up after the impact dissipated.

The rifle was left on the car, not brought out at all. The bearded man immediately drew his pistol, but before he could even raise his arm, Ouyang had already fired first. Glock leaped nimbly, and a spurt of blood shot out from the bearded man's right shoulder.

Ouyang strode towards the bearded man, who tried to raise his gun again. Ouyang fired again while still in motion, shooting the bearded man through the elbow.

The bearded man still refused to put down his weapon and even tried to transfer the gun to his left hand.

But Ouyang was already in front of him. Bang! A gunshot rang out, piercing his wrist, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Ouyang kicked the bearded man to the ground: "Tell me, who sent you here!"

The bearded man glared at Ouyang, clenching his teeth and remaining silent.

Without hesitation, Ouyang shattered the bearded man's right knee with a single shot.

The bearded man screamed in agony.

Ou Yang's eyes blazed with fury: "You're still pretty stubborn. Are you going to tell me or not!"

boom--

Another shot shattered his left knee.

Even if the bearded man survives by sheer luck, he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

But the bearded man not only didn't answer, he grinned and chuckled at Ou Yang, his gaze sharp as two arrows.

Ou Yang, enraged, raised his gun, intending to continue interrogating, when Jiang Yuwei suddenly screamed from inside the RV: "Ou Yang—"

Ou Yang's eyes narrowed, he raised his gun, and with a bang, shot the bearded man through the skull. He then rushed into the RV: "What happened..."

As soon as they got into the car, they saw Zhu Yiming lying on the ground, with Jiang Yuwei's hands clasped together, pressing down hard on Zhu Yiming's abdomen.

Ou Yang didn't see the wound, but he did see that the clothes there were already stained red with blood. Jiang Yuwei's voice was trembling with tears: "Zhu Yiming was shot!"

"I saw it!" Ou Yang rushed into the carriage and quickly pulled out a first-aid kit. "Can you handle this?"

Jiang Yuwei continued to press on the wound: "No, surgery is necessary!"

"Understood!" Before the words were even finished, Ou Yang had already leaped into the cockpit and started driving forward without a care in the world, his eyes constantly scanning the left and right.

A town this big must have a hospital!

Ouyang really wanted to ask someone where the hospital was, but the gunfight had been too intense, and all the residents were hiding in their homes; there wasn't a single ghost in sight on the street.

He kept repeating "what to do, what to do" to himself, then suddenly slammed on the brakes.
Zhu Yiming swayed forward, his face turning green with pain.

Jiang Yuwei exclaimed, "Ou Yang, what are you doing?"

Ouyang realized something was wrong, so he quickly took out his phone, opened the navigation app, entered the keywords, and clicked search: "Sorry, sorry...Found it!"

With the support of the internet, the nearest hospital was immediately displayed on the map.

Just two blocks away!

Ou Yang started the car and roared, "Zhu Yiming, you hold on! You hold on for me! We're at the hospital right away!"

Zhu Yiming's lips trembled: "I'm not dead yet, don't you dare mess with me!" Having spent a lot of time with Jiang Yuwei, his accent had become heavily Northeastern.

Ou Yang's heart immediately relaxed by half: "He can still talk back, so he definitely won't die."

Jiang Yuwei was furious: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

What time is it? These two idiots are still in the mood to bicker?
Although Zhu Yiming's injury wasn't fatal, he had lost a lot of blood, and if it was delayed any longer, he would die!
Ouyang shouted back, "That's already the fastest!"

Without a wheel, it really can't go any faster.

Fortunately, the hospital wasn't far; it was just a couple of turns away. Ou Yang parked the car right outside the gate, picked up Zhu Yiming, and rushed inside, shouting, "Doctor! Doctor! Help!"

The shouts echoed in the empty hall, and Ouyang, who had just thought everything would get better, suddenly began to feel afraid.

This place wasn't on the route the two sides were chasing, nor was it affected by the gunfight, but where are the people? Where did everyone go?
"Over here!" Jiang Yuwei appeared out of nowhere and found a flatbed cart. "Put him down, gently!"

Ou Yang quickly did as instructed, but without a doctor, how could they save the person?

Jiang Yuwei pushed the flatbed cart and ran: "This way!"

Ou Yang quickly caught up: "Where are you going?"

"Emergency room!" Jiang Yuwei pushed Zhu Yiming and shoved open a double door.

The room inside the door was very large, with seven or eight hospital beds lined up in a row.

The medical staff and patients hiding here were all stunned by the sudden accident.

Upon finally seeing a living person, Ou Yang shouted at the top of his lungs, "Doctor! Where's the doctor? My companion has been shot—"

Several elderly Americans who looked like doctors finally stepped forward: "This way!"

Jiang Yuwei pushed the person over, but two nurses stopped Ou Yang: "Please don't make a scene."

She wasn't a young and beautiful nurse, but a middle-aged woman with a face full of wrinkles.

Ou Yang grabbed the nurse's arm: "Please save him, you must save him!"

"Please keep your voice down!" the nurse said. "Don't disturb the other patients!"

Meanwhile, the doctor had already learned about Zhu Yiming's condition: "Immediate surgical debridement is necessary. Please pay the medical bills!"

Ouyang barely managed to lower his voice: "Where do I pay? Do you accept US dollars? I also have gold, guns, and bullets!"

The nurse was stunned and quickly replied, "A dollar is fine, but other supplies would be even better."

“No problem!” Ouyang turned and walked out.

As long as Zhu Yiming's life can be saved, what does sacrificing a little bit of supplies matter?
Jiang Yuwei wanted to go with them, but Ou Yang stopped her: "You stay here and watch over Old Zhu!"

He took Jiang Yuwei's hand and touched it against the Glock on his side.

Only after Jiang Yuwei nodded gently did Ou Yang release her hand and stride out of the emergency room.

Before he could even leave the hospital, more than a dozen police cars suddenly drove up on the street outside, and a group of police officers jumped out of the cars, hiding behind them and aiming at the hospital gate.

Ouyang immediately became alert and hid behind the wall.

A loud voice came from outside: "Surrender, you are surrounded..."

Oh shit!

Ou Yang was furious. What did they take him and Jiang Yuwei for? Didn't they know that the old Americans in the SUV were the real culprits?

We're in this together, bro!

If it were just Ou Yang on his own, escaping from the hospital wouldn't be too difficult, and with Jiang Yuwei involved, it wouldn't be a problem either. But Zhu Yiming was so badly injured that he would surely die without surgery.

Even if the surgery were completed immediately, such a severe injury couldn't withstand the strain.

How to do?
what to do! ?

Hostage-taking of medical staff and patients to force police to back down?
It's a solution, but it won't solve the problem and might even exacerbate the conflict.

Ou Yang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

The police's shouts came from outside the courtyard again. Ou Yang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, took out his phone and dialed. As usual, it was answered after only one ring: "Hello, this is Luo Hui!"

"Secretary Luo, this is Ou Yang." Ou Yang glanced outside, noticing no movement from the police. "I've run into a bit of trouble here, it's quite complicated."

Luo Hui's tone turned serious: "What is it?"

“I’m in a place called Kamed right now…” O’Yan explained the situation, and then emphasized, “I don’t even know what those people are doing. We’re stuck in the hospital, and there are police everywhere outside. The situation is very urgent.”

"Understood." Luo Hui had already pulled up Kamed's file. "Besides the enemy, did you injure anyone else?"

"There shouldn't be any...maybe there were accidental injuries." Ouyang tried his best to recall, "I really can't remember."

"That's good." Luo Hui breathed a sigh of relief. "Ouyang, you must not act impulsively and do not clash with the police. Kamed has sided with the second-in-command. We have good relations with both sides and can smooth things over to resolve the issue, but the premise is that you cannot fight with the police, understand?"

"I understand, just stall for time, that's easy!" Ou Yang thought to himself, the Mi Palace had split, but his side had good relations with both factions.

Is this a neutral stance? A wait-and-see approach? Or a strategy of playing both sides?

"Good that you understand. Wait for my news!"

"Received!" Ou Yang hung up the phone and relaxed completely.

Having a powerful backer gives a person a completely different level of confidence.

(End of this chapter)