Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 224 Going and Returning

hospital.

Unaware of what was happening outside, the group naively planned to hide until dawn.

Aunt Susan was both frightened and exhausted. Her eyelids kept drooping, and her head bobbed up and down like rice grains, completely out of her control.

Before long, the sound of happy snoring could be heard from the corner.

Ou Yang suddenly had a toothache. How could he fall asleep at a time like this? How big is his heart?

Jiang Yuwei immediately reached over and poked Susan with two fingers: "Are you out of your mind!"

The woman immediately came to her senses, her cheeks twitched a few times, and she realized where she was: "Sorry, I have diabetes."

"Shh—" Jiang Yuwei immediately stopped her.

Zhu Yiming, lying in his hospital bed, also couldn't hold on any longer, but thankfully he wasn't snoring.

Susan glanced at Zhu Yiming, feeling incredibly envious. Why could he sleep with it while she couldn't?
The light and shadows flickered in the corridor, and the muffled sound of a door being kicked could be faintly heard.
Ou Yang quietly opened the door and immediately heard an angry voice coming from the left side of the corridor: "Which idiot cut off the power?"

Another voice said, "Stop complaining, hurry up and find the Easterners, don't let others beat us to it!"

Before the words were even finished, another sound of the door being kicked came... They were already very close!

Ouyang's teeth ached even more. It was no longer realistic to continue hiding. He immediately rolled over and lay on the ground, sticking only his head and right arm out of the door, waiting for an opportunity to fire first.

Two gunshots rang out, followed by a scream in the darkness as a dark figure fell to the ground, wounded.

Ou Yang immediately retreated back into the ward, and gunshots rang out in the corridor in an instant.

The other side had no idea where the enemy was. They just aimed in a general direction by feel and started firing. Bullets flew wildly in the corridor, leaving messy bullet marks on the walls, floor and ceiling.

Ou Yang's face twitched. Just how many people had come?
He was unaware that these few enemies were nothing compared to the fact that all of Kamed's underground forces were watching the hospital, and there were at least eighty or a hundred gunmen who had infiltrated it.

Zhu Yiming was awakened by the gunshot, but he remained silent to avoid disturbing his companions.

Jiang Yuwei quietly approached Ou Yang from behind, ready to join the battle at any moment.

Ouyang waved at her, preparing to retaliate with his faith-based shooting technique, when suddenly angry shouts came from the right side of the corridor: "Fuck, Myron's been shot! Return fire! Return fire—"

A barrage of gunfire erupted, but this time it came from the right. In the not-so-long corridor, the people on both sides were exchanging fire from the left and right, and the firepower was quite intense.

Ou Yang quickly withdrew his hand and pushed Jiang Yuwei back into the ward.

Jiang Yuwei was extremely surprised: "Who did they fight with?"

Ou Yang shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's the police."

He hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.

When the gunshots rang out, all the gunmen who had infiltrated the hospital assumed that someone else had gotten there first and found the Asian man.

Without saying a word, they quickly surged in from all directions.

The situation is very delicate at this moment.

All the gunmen were targeting Asians, but they belonged to different underground forces. Although they shared the same goal, they were competitors.

Their ideas were strikingly similar.

The bounty only says to kill the Asian, but with the hospital in such chaos, who knows who actually killed the Asian first?

There's a lot of room for maneuver here; as long as you eliminate the other competitors, you can win the final victory.

Or you could steal the corpse of an Easterner.

In short, encountering an Asian is nothing special; the key is who will have the last laugh!
Well, it's just a case of the underworld eating the underworld. This is something that underground forces often do, and they have absolutely no psychological burden about it.

There aren't many underground factions making a living in Kamed, but the competition among them is fierce, with numerous open and covert conflicts and deep-seated contradictions.

We usually have our own territory and conflicts often break out. Since we've run into each other today, let's settle our scores and settle all our old scores!

Ou Yang felt increasingly uneasy. The gunshots had initially only appeared on both sides of the corridor and were not particularly frequent, but they were becoming increasingly frequent and the area they covered was gradually expanding, as if the entire hospital had turned into a battlefield.

Is the police fighting with rioters?
Not only do they have the guts to go toe-to-toe with the police, but the key is that their firepower is in no way inferior!

Ou Yang couldn't help but exclaim: "Truly a vibrant organization that thrives on rice grains!"

But he quickly realized something was wrong. Why were there police sirens everywhere, and they were coming from afar, as if they were rushing in from other directions?

Ou Yang quickly went to the window to look outside and was surprised to find that there were only four police cars downstairs, and not a single police officer in sight.

Ouyang's expression immediately changed.

With this level of firepower, it would require at least two full-strength riot police squads, right?

Where are the riot control vehicles?
Something's not right, something's really not right!

Ou Yang felt a chill run down his spine, an electric shock-like shiver running through his entire body, as if he were sitting on a volcano about to erupt.

He immediately ripped the sheet off the empty bed, tore it in half with a sharp tug, and yelled, "Help me!"

Everyone was stunned. Jiang Yuwei asked, puzzled, "Help with what?"

"Tie them together!" Ouyang quickly tied the torn sheets together, turning them into a rope several meters long.

Aunt Susan's eyes lit up; was she going to climb out the window?

But she immediately fell into despair again, realizing that with her size and strength, it was impossible for her to climb down on her own.

Jiang Yuwei whispered a reminder: "Old Zhu can't go down!"

“I know,” Ouyang said.

"I mean, carrying him on my back is not an option either!" Jiang Yuwei knew that Ou Yang was strong and thought he wanted to carry Zhu Yiming down the mountain.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I can't either."

Ou Yang tied the cloth rope tightly to the window, took out a pistol and handed it to Jiang Yuwei: "I'll be right back!"

After saying that, he leaped out of the window.

Aunt Susan let out a short scream and rushed over to see that Ouyang was pulling himself down the rope at high speed.

The hospital was not large, and the ward on the third floor was not very high, but the rope was not very long either. Ouyang reached the second-floor window and that was the end of the rope.

Jiang Yuwei was secretly anxious, but there was nothing she could do to help.

But Ouyang simply stomped on the wall and then suddenly let go, falling from a height of nearly four meters. When his legs touched the ground, he fell forward, rolled over to dissipate the force, and quickly stood up.

Jiang Yuwei breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little surprised.

When did Ouyang learn this skill?
Aunt Susan was so shocked she couldn't close her mouth, repeatedly exclaiming "OMG!": "Is this kung fu?"

"Yes, kung fu!" Jiang Yuwei was too lazy to explain and just gave a perfunctory answer.

Zhu Yiming was worried about Ou Yang but couldn't see what was happening, so he kept asking anxiously, "How is he? How is he?" "He's fine!" Jiang Yuwei shoved a gun into Zhu Yiming's hand and moved the hospital bed behind the bathroom, trying to hide Zhu Yiming as well as possible.

Finally, she quietly hid in a corner, holding a gun in both hands and staring at the door.

Aunt Susan swallowed hard, suddenly sensing a dangerous aura emanating from the Eastern girl.

It's faint, but very clear.

downstairs.

After rolling to his feet, Ouyang dashed into the parking lot, opened the RV door, and rushed inside.

This is a Class B motorhome, similar in appearance to ambulances in China. The interior space is relatively small, with two travel bags filled with weapons placed inside the door.

Ouyang put on his tactical vest, slung his GUA-5A over his shoulder with five double-mounted magazines, and also carried his MP7 and spare magazines. He stood up and tested it, not feeling much of a burden, and then decided to carry two more sets of magazines.

With 7 sets of 14 magazines, there are only 420 rounds in total. Even with the four magazines for the MP7, there are only 580 rounds.

As someone who suffers from severe firepower deficiency phobia, Ouyang felt that these bullets would be used up easily and were simply not enough!
At that moment, he suddenly missed the P90 and the Pineapple.

Isn't there a good gun that can hold a lot of ammunition?
He only cared about whether it was enough, but he didn't think that for an ordinary person to carry so many magazines, the sheer size was enough to give him a headache, and the weight would also be a very troublesome problem.

Ouyang didn't care about all that. He stuffed a disassembled GUA-5A and six magazines into his tactical backpack, and only then did he feel a little more confident.

To be honest, the M27 is much better than the 5A, but the former has too many attachments. In close combat, these tactical attachments are of limited use and only add extra burden.

The 5A is different; it has no extra accessories, making it lighter and more convenient. Even its lack of precision is negligible due to the distance.

Ou Yang got up and tried it; it was a bit heavy, but he could still bear it.

He was about to return to the hospital, but as soon as he got out of the car, he saw several police cars rushing to the hospital, and a group of fully armed police officers jumped out of the cars.

Instead of storming into the hospital, they used vehicles as cover to block the entrance, much like the police officers in the movies.

Ou Yang didn't have time to pay attention to them and turned around to rush to the hospital.

But suddenly a chubby figure popped out from behind him: "Hey, Mister!"

Ou Yang turned around and saw that the person who came was the fat police officer he had met during the day.

He still had a smile on his face, and raised his right hand, waving his fingers in a gesture of greeting.

Ou Yang nodded and was about to leave when the chubby police officer spoke again: "Are you going back to the hospital?"

"Yes, what's wrong? I'm in a hurry."

The portly police officer hesitated, then finally sighed, "I want to advise you not to go in again, but..." He shrugged, "I probably can't persuade you."

Ouyang, able to distinguish right from wrong, replied, "My companion is still inside!"

The portly officer nodded: "Okay, I just want to remind you that we've evacuated all unrelated personnel. Right now, there's not a single good person in this hospital except for you and your companion!"

Ou Yang's brow twitched: "Thank you!"

Without further hesitation, he rushed back like lightning.

The chubby police officer looked at him, seeing him carrying a full set of equipment yet still running incredibly fast, and his eyes were full of envy.

A police officer approached the overweight officer from behind: "Aren't you going to stop him?"

"Stop what?" The portly officer's smile vanished. "He wants to go back; what does it have to do with us..."

His gaze followed Ou Yang's retreating figure until he rushed down to the hospital building.

The fat police officer thought the Asian man wanted to break the window and crawl in, but to his surprise, Ouyang suddenly jumped up, leaping more than a meter high with his heavy gear, landing on the first-floor windowsill with one foot and doing a double jump. He then grabbed the second-floor windowsill with both hands and, like a circus performer, darted up to the second floor!
The chubby police officer's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "OMG, OMG! Did you see that? Did you see that?"

The officer nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I saw it! I saw it too!"

The other officers also looked like they'd seen a ghost: "Is this even human?"

"Spider-Man?"

"I think it should be Captain Dongfang!"

At this moment, Ouyang had already grabbed the hanging rope, quickly alternating his hands, and his whole body rapidly ascended, disappearing from the window on the third floor in the blink of an eye.

"WTF!" The fat police officer exclaimed in astonishment, his mind flashing back to Bruce Lee, Jett Lee, and Jackie Chan. "Wow, I bet those gangster gunmen are in trouble."

The officer shrugged, not taking the bait at all: "That's what I thought too."

As they spoke, more police cars arrived, and the officers asked curiously, "How much longer are we going to have to wait?"

The chubby police officer chuckled: "We'll wait until we get the results!"

Although he wasn't the third-ranking officer in the police force, he was one of the boss's confidants. At this moment, he was extremely grateful to the gunman who killed Krat, so he planned to use his authority to delay the gunman who had infiltrated the hospital a little longer.

Ou Yang crawled through the window and saw that everything in the ward was the same as when he left, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Aunt Susan only saw a dark figure slip in through the window, which nearly gave her a heart attack.

Jiang Yuwei was also startled, but she immediately recognized the familiar figure.

Zhu Yiming glanced at Ou Yang and then at the window, really wanting to know how he got up there.

Ou Yang didn't care about anything else. He threw the gun in his hand to Jiang Yuwei, took off his backpack and threw it on the ground, took out the spare gun, assembled it, put on the magazine, and pulled hard on the bolt handle to load the bullet.

Zhu Yiming protested in a low voice, dissatisfied: "What about me?" He was also a person with a severe fear of insufficient firepower; he felt insecure without a gun.

As for the pistol in his hand... does a pistol even count as a gun? It should at least be a submachine gun, right?

Ou Yang didn't even glance at him: "None of yours."

The patient should just focus on recovering; what would they need a gun for?
Zhu Yiming grumbled angrily, "No, I can't stand up, but that doesn't mean I can't even fire a gun, does it?"

Ouyang hesitated for a moment, then took off his MP7, placed it on the hospital bed, put it back in his Glock holster, and said sullenly, "If the two of us die before you, you'll have to rely on this."

Zhu Yiming chuckled, ejected two bullets from the spare magazine, shook them in his hand, and carefully put them into his pocket.

They would rather die than be taken prisoner; they would either fight their way out or take their own lives.

All three of them knew very well that if they fell into the hands of the underground forces, death would be the best option.

Just think about the New Eden, and you'll know what would happen if it fell into the hands of dark forces.

"Living is worse than death" is an understatement.

“Oh Yang!” Zhu Yiming hugged the MP7 to his chest, the cold, hard steel making him feel safe. “If I die, please take me home. I don’t want to stay in this godforsaken place.”

Ou Yang rolled his eyes: "Bullshit, I'll definitely die before you, don't give me that nonsense."

Zhu Yiming wanted to speak again, but his fever spiked again, and his head felt as heavy as lead: "I want to go home, go home..."

The gunfire outside the ward gradually subsided. Ou Yang responded irritably, "Go back, go back, we're all going back! It's like nobody wants to go back! Stop talking nonsense, it's our turn. I'll lead the way, Sister Wei will cover you, and you, yes, you, push the bed in the middle!"

(End of this chapter)