Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 218 Special Identity
Over the receiver, Luo Hui suddenly lowered his voice and said in an extremely solemn tone, "Ou Yang, listen to this, all three of you are official foreign affairs personnel, the kind with immunity, understand?"

Ou Yang was stunned, hardly believing his ears: "Foreign affairs personnel? The three of us? And we have immunity?"

“Yes!” Luo Hui responded with great certainty. “Remember, your foreign affairs status wasn’t something you just acquired; you had it back when you were in Brown Bear!”

Ou Yang was completely stunned: "This works?"

"If I say it's okay, then it's okay!" Luo Hui exuded domineering confidence. "Old Mi doesn't know who you really are. As long as we stick to the same story, there won't be any problems!"

Ou Yang's mind was a little itchy.

I've already gotten a permanent position? And in the foreign affairs department no less! If this gets back to my hometown, won't my friends be green with envy?

"Zhu Yiming and I are just tourists, so it's not a big problem. Jiang Yuwei is here to study..."

"Then you and Zhu Yiming are foreign affairs personnel, and Jiang Yuwei is a compatriot you protected!" Luo Hui made the final decision.

“Understood!” Ouyang said.

Luo Hui quickened his pace: "Listen to me, according to the agreement we reached with the US Palace, our foreign affairs personnel automatically have the right to possess weapons in emergency situations. Neither the US military nor the US police have the right to demand that our foreign affairs personnel lay down their weapons!"

"What the heck!" Ouyang was stunned by the news, his head buzzing. "Old Mi would actually agree to these conditions?"

"What can they do if they don't agree?" Luo Hui said dismissively. "The area that the US Palace can effectively control is very limited. No matter when the gun control order is issued, it can't compare to the Second Amendment!"

The situation is getting more and more chaotic, and there are many weapons in civilian hands. Can we prevent American citizens from carrying guns for self-defense just because they don't have gun licenses?

"Understood." Ouyang had been worried that Old Mi would reprimand him for possessing a gun without permission, but now he was completely relieved.

Not only will I not hand over the gun I'm carrying, but I'll also return every single bullet of the weapons and ammunition I left in the RV!

"And also, the current chief envoy Gao Cunyi, deputy envoy Gong Jing, military attaché Xie Xiaofei, counselors Zhu Huaizhen and Xu Weihua..." Luo Hui rattled off more than a dozen names in one breath. "Did you remember them?"

Ou Yang was at his wit's end: "How am I supposed to remember all of this?"

"I'll say it again, the mastermind was Gao Cunyi..."

Ou Yang wished he could immediately inhale a mouthful of spores: "Just send it to my phone!"

"Okay, remember that!"

"I'll do my best!" Ouyang suddenly felt a little reluctant to accept the title of foreign affairs officer.

"Also, no matter what happens, prioritize your own safety. Even if there's an agreement, be wary of the US reneging on it. Agree to reasonable requests and refuse unreasonable ones. Contact me directly if anything happens!"

“Okay, I got it!” Ouyang said.

The saying "a local official is more powerful than a distant one" applies even to Lao Mi.

Luo Hui was about to say something more when Ou Yang suddenly heard a series of rapid footsteps coming from the direction of the hall: "Someone's coming!"

He immediately put the phone away after saying that, but didn't hang up.

From the lobby, two teams of riot police rushed into the hospital, the ones in front holding bulletproof shields, followed by one after another, each closely following their comrade in front.

Upon entering the lobby, the officers immediately split into two groups. The team on the left discovered two people lying outside the emergency exit, while the team on the right also found one.

Just by looking at the masks covering their faces, you can tell they're not good people.

The officers immediately reported the situation, but no one left the group; instead, they continued to move forward.

Outside the emergency room, Ou Yang quickly pulled out his rearview mirror and saw a team of police officers approaching. His already tense nerves immediately tightened even more.

Unfortunately, he was wronged by police officers in Brown Bear City and still has psychological trauma from it.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Ouyang suddenly shouted, "Don't shoot!"

The team of officers on the left continued to advance, while the team on the right suddenly stopped and quickly moved to the side to hide, their movements remarkably synchronized.

Yes, at least they've put in a lot of hard work in terms of stealth training.

A moment later, an officer shouted, "Put your hands where I can see you and walk out slowly!"

Ou Yang first placed the rifle on the ground and gently kicked it where the police officer could see it: "I am a foreign affairs officer from a major Eastern power, not a criminal!"

When you're out in the world, you have to give yourself an identity. Since Luo Hui has already vouched for him, he has to make use of that identity!
Sure enough, upon hearing that the person on the other end was a foreign affairs officer from the University of Tokyo, the police officers present relaxed somewhat.

But US police officers will not let their guard down because of a few words, and will still shout: "Put your hands where I can see you, and slowly come out!"

The words were the same, but the tone was less sharp and more gentle.

Although it's only a small change, it's still quite significant.

Ouyang knew the power of American-style law enforcement, and knew he couldn't afford to blunder at this point.

He first stretched both hands out over the wall, then slowly walked out.

Instead of raising his hands in surrender, he spread his hands out to show the other party that he had no weapon.

Seeing that the person who came out was indeed of East Asian descent, the officers relaxed a little and immediately contacted the commander who had remained outside the hospital.

Kratt was surprised and immediately ordered his officers to remain vigilant while ensuring the safety of the Asians.

However, the necessary procedures must still be followed; special treatment should not be given simply because of one's special status.

Several ordinary police officers were ordered to enter the hospital and arrive at Ou Yang's side as quickly as possible.

The riot police continued their advance, handing Ouyang over to their colleagues who arrived later.

Appearing before Ou Yang were three police officers: two men and one woman.

The lead officer was a full 1.9 meters tall and as fat as an oak barrel.

He glanced at Glock, who was still clinging to Ouyang's lap, then at Ouyang's face, comparing it to the photo on his phone for a long time. After discussing it with his companion for a while, he finally confirmed Ouyang's identity: "Are you Ouyang, or Zhu?"

Ou Yang almost burst out laughing: "I'm Ou, Zhu is in surgery."

"Oh, oh, oh!" The fat police officer finally realized who the Asian man in front of him was. "I'm very sorry, you Asians all look so alike, I really can't tell you apart... Put your hand down, it's okay."

"Are you sure?" Ouyang asked cautiously.

“Of course.” The chubby police officer nodded.

Ouyang glanced at the two officers behind him who had their hands on their guns, then slowly lowered his hands and crossed them over his chest, making sure neither hand came near the gun on his leg.

Are you kidding me? What if the other person misunderstands his actions and suddenly performs a Miyazaki-style Iaijutsu? Who can he complain to then?

The portly officer noticed Ouyang's caution but made no further comment, nor did he instruct his colleague to release the grip of his gun. He turned and gestured to the body lying on the ground: "Did you do all this?"

“Yes!” Ouyang nodded. “I was pretty lucky.”

“This is no luck.” The fat officer smirked. “We have confirmed your identity, but you were the one who used a gun and killed someone. All the necessary procedures must be followed. Please come with us to the police station. Also, your gun will be temporarily handed over to us for safekeeping.”

“Sorry, I refuse!” Ouyang said.

The chubby police officer almost thought he'd misheard: "Are you kidding me?"

Ou Yang straightened his back: "I am a foreign affairs officer of Dongda University. According to the agreement reached by both parties, I have the legal right to carry a gun for self-defense. The previous situation was in accordance with the rules of the agreement... I can fully cooperate with the investigation, but given the current situation, we cannot conclude that the crisis is over. Therefore, I cannot go with you, and I cannot hand over my weapons!"

His crisp, bureaucratic tone left the chubby police officer completely bewildered. He turned to his male colleague and asked, "Is that so?"

The male colleague shrugged and didn't say anything.

The chubby police officer looked at his female colleague again: "Is that so?"

The policewoman nodded helplessly.

The chubby police officer took off his hat and scratched his head vigorously.

Compared to his chubby face, the hat was unusually small. Ouyang was very suspicious of how he managed to put the hat on his head.

He dared not agree and immediately contacted Kratt: "Hey, boss, that Asian guy is very uncooperative."

"what happened?"

"He refused to hand over his gun and kept bringing up the agreement," the chubby police officer said frankly.

"Damn Easterner!" Krat was furious. "What else did he say?"

"I can cooperate, but I won't hand over my gun or leave the hospital."

Krat suppressed the urge to shoot O'Yan twice: "Do as he says."

"Are you serious?" the chubby police officer exclaimed in surprise.

“The higher-ups need the support of the University of Tokyo,” Kratter said.

The chubby police officer suddenly realized: "I understand!"

He turned to face Ou Yang, a helpless smile on his face: "Alright, you win. You don't need to take the gun back. Just cooperate with the investigation... But for your safety, and for Zhu and Jiang's safety, we have to stay by your side!"

Ou Yang suddenly realized why there were two men and one woman; they were planning to keep a close watch on him.
“No problem!” Ouyang agreed immediately. “Can I put my hand down?”

“Of course.” The chubby officer nodded. “Don’t worry, they’re not targeting you. When we’re on a case, we always keep our guns with us.”

Ou Yang picked up the M27 and carried it on his back, then pushed open the door to the emergency room.

Jiang Yuwei stood up abruptly and was somewhat surprised to see the police officers behind Ou Yang.

The police officers also saw Jiang Yuwei, but ignored the gun in her hand.

Ou Yang asked softly, "How is the situation?"

"She's still in surgery," Jiang Yuwei said dejectedly. "It will take a little more time."

Ou Yang sighed, "I'll go stand guard outside." He then left the emergency room.

The portly officer spoke up first: "Oh, although you are foreign affairs personnel protected by the agreement, could you perhaps be a little more restrained on the issue of weapons?"

“I don’t want to carry weapons, but the situation doesn’t allow it. If my safety is guaranteed, why should I fight to the death?” Ou Yang sighed softly. “Take what happened before, for example. We were chased from outside the city to inside by two SUVs. They chased us for several streets. If we hadn’t been lucky, we would have been dead long ago!”

The portly officer nodded slightly: "I've heard about it. Why are they chasing you? Have you had any... conflicts before?"

“No, no.” Ouyang shook his head. “I’ve never seen them, and there’s been no conflict between us.”

"That's strange." The fat officer frowned. "They're not attacking anyone else, but they're keeping a close eye on you. There must be a reason!"

Ou Yang nodded: "Then it's up to you... By the way, can I ask a question?"

“Of course, go ahead and tell me,” the chubby officer nodded. “Don’t ask them why they listen to me; it’s simply because I’m fat enough to take a bullet for them!”

“Hey, this isn’t funny at all!” the male police officer said, displeased.

"Come on, don't be so rigid!" The fat police officer put his arm around the male police officer's shoulder, who was clearly overwhelmed.

Ouyang asked curiously, "We've encountered many towns along the way, but they're either deserted or deserted, abandoned and dilapidated everywhere. Only Kamed remains prosperous, and not only is the order well maintained, but we haven't seen anyone wearing masks or face shields. Can you tell me why?"

"The reason?" The chubby police officer shrugged his shoulders, which were almost integrated with his neck. "Nothing special. No matter how bad the pandemic is, life has to go on, right?"

His mood visibly somber: “Many people left, but Kamed is the safest and most orderly city in the eastern part of Muscovy, so many people who left came back, and even more people came here, and slowly it became like this.”

Ou Yang nodded.

As the pandemic spreads to more and more places, Americans are not simply fleeing and running away. At least some Americans are learning how to survive under the heavy pressure of the pandemic.

"Aren't you afraid of getting infected?" Ouyang asked again.

"Of course I was scared, how could I not be scared!" The fat police officer admitted frankly. "For a while, everyone wore masks, but the spores were everywhere, so we had to wear them 24 hours a day. We couldn't even take them off when eating or drinking. Later, no one wore these anymore."

Ou Yang suddenly realized that there was a reason for this.

"Also, face masks are getting more and more expensive. Nobody can wear them all the time. People usually keep a few on hand and only wear them when infected people appear."

Ou Yang was speechless for a while after hearing this, before asking in surprise, "Aren't the masks distributed for free? Why do we have to buy them ourselves?"

“We did distribute a batch for free, but there was only one batch, which was far from enough.” A hint of mockery flashed across the fat police officer’s face. “Initially, it was just face masks, but later this company made spore protective suits, that company made filters, and there were also sterilizers, antispore sprays, and other things. Each one was more expensive than the last. If you didn’t want to get infected, you had to prepare all the equipment.”

"These...are all made in the United States?" Ouyang asked in surprise.

The chubby police officer saw things clearly: "Even the imported ones are sold by local agents. How they're priced is entirely up to the agents."

Ouyang was speechless. So, the equipment meant to resist phantom lung bacteria could also become a tool for some people to make money?
He simply couldn't fathom how much conscience those Americans had to betray to inflate prices at a time like this!
Could it be that they want to infect all ordinary rice farmers with pneumococcus so that the immune population can be the main body to rebuild order?

Although the Mi family has split, no matter how serious the differences between them, they should not resort to such unscrupulous means.
Just as she was pondering, Jiang Yuwei suddenly pushed open the door to the emergency room: "Ou Yang, the surgery is over!"

Ouyang immediately put aside all his questions: "How is Old Zhu?"

"The surgery was successful, now it's up to him!" Jiang Yuwei said.

(End of this chapter)