Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 226 Repeated Jumps
Ou Yang hid in the ward, racking his brains about how to eliminate the remaining enemies, when suddenly bursts of gunfire came from downstairs, echoing incessantly in the corridor.

He immediately opened fire on the stairs using the Faith Shot technique to stop the enemy from rushing up.

To ensure effective suppression, empty an entire magazine.

Strangely, the gunfire coming from the first floor did not decrease at all; on the contrary, it became more and more intense.

Firefights are not just about reckless, unskilled attacks; even the most intense confrontations involve elements of compromise.

Unless both sides are willing to fight to the death, when one side opens fire fiercely, the other side will inevitably have to temporarily retreat for its own safety.

In other words, unless absolutely necessary, they would never charge head-on into enemy fire, but rather wait for an opening in the enemy's line of fire to fire a few shots.

It sounds a bit ridiculous, why would the enemy leave you an opening?
This is a bit complicated. To put it simply, we don't have enough bullets!
Ouyang brought seven magazines, which only amounted to 420 rounds of ammunition. If he really went all out, he could empty them in a few seconds.

Once he spots an enemy, he will immediately open fire, but will only fire a short burst before taking cover.

The enemy will seize the opportunity to retaliate, primarily using short bursts supplemented by longer bursts, in order to maintain firepower intensity while conserving ammunition as much as possible.

The aim is not to hit the target, but to suppress the enemy with firepower. The main purpose is to prevent the enemy from getting close and to leave enough room for maneuver for our side.

Only in extremely rare circumstances will a magazine be emptied in one go.

Otherwise, once pinned down in a corner by enemy fire and unable to move, being shot or injured is only a matter of time.

Eliminating an enemy with a single shot is pure fantasy.
Therefore, something is not quite right in the current situation, unless the enemy has not charged up at all!

Ouyang glanced at the window a few steps away, darted up, opened the window, and leaped out.

He only learned some tactics from Lei Yong and never actually learned how to fight, but he had watched many war movies since he was a child and was very familiar with various battle scenes.

As a complete novice, asking him to summarize experience and combat theory is out of the question; he has absolutely no clue whatsoever. At most, he can only come up with things like "when the enemy advances, we retreat" or "retreat three steps."

But when the crucial moment came, those classic war scenes vividly appeared in Ouyang's mind: no stalemates, no deadly defenses, no head-on battles... those things from the movies seemed to be engraved in his bones, jumping out one by one and influencing his thoughts.

Ouyang landed on his feet after leaping out of the window, rolled to dissipate the force, stood up immediately, and rushed towards the hospital's main entrance like lightning.

A group of police officers witnessed this scene and were immediately filled with questions.

A similar situation had just occurred once; most of the police officers recognized Ou Yang's identity and stared blankly as the Asian man who had just jumped out rushed back in through the main entrance.

They simply couldn't understand what was going on.

The chubby police officer blinked in confusion, then suddenly slapped his forehead: Similar scenes often appear in Jackie Chan's movies; it must be a unique way for Easterners... no, for Easterners who know kung fu to fight!
Right, that is it!

The chubby police officer, believing he had found the answer, revealed a confident yet reserved smile.

When Ou Yang rushed into the hospital again, he saw several old Americans coming out. One of them had injured his leg and was limping along with difficulty. The others were also injured to some extent.

The other group, though far out of sight, was definitely a group of old Americans.

He didn't care what caused the conflict between the two groups, and charged forward without saying a word.

An old man with curly hair, who had just stepped back, huddled behind a corner. He had barely caught his breath when his companion, a few steps away, was hit and fell to the ground screaming.

Curly broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a sense of terror that he would be hit by a bullet at any moment. He immediately fired back, but emptied his magazine in just a few shots. He quickly pulled his arm back and shakily pulled out a spare magazine from his waist.

Before the gun was even inserted, a sudden explosion rang in his ears, making Curly's ears ring and causing him to instinctively cover them.

Turning my head, I saw that someone had appeared behind me at some point.

In the darkness, I couldn't see the person's face clearly, but their figure seemed unfamiliar.

The man took over the spot where Curly was hiding, kneeling on one knee with his upper body facing forward, only sticking out his shotgun and half his head from the corner. He fired a shot with each thrust, and the enemies who had been extremely arrogant just moments before immediately turned into cowards, hiding and not daring to show their faces.

This man was wearing a tactical vest, carrying a Remington rifle, and had a rifle on his back. He was incredibly arrogant!
Curly was a little confused. Who is this?
These low-level underlings only had one pistol and two spare magazines. Just standing next to this man, Curly felt ashamed of himself.

I really want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Old Mi on the other side didn't have any particularly good weapons either. Ouyang's sudden entry disrupted the opponent's rhythm, and one of them was knocked down by Remington.

After running out of ammunition, Ouyang immediately switched back to his rifle and achieved another kill and wounded.

Witnessing this, Curly and his companions were greatly encouraged and immediately launched a counterattack, defeating all the remaining enemies.

A moment later, the enemy was wiped out, and Curly strode up to Ouyang: "Hey, buddy, thanks for the help, do we know each other?"

He couldn't see Ouyang's face clearly, but he knew that Ouyang wasn't someone he knew.

“No, I don’t know them.” Ouyang grinned, revealing two rows of floating teeth in the darkness. “I just have a little… well, personal grudge against them.”

Curly and the others suddenly realized that they were lucky to have encountered helpers at the most dangerous time.

"You're here for the Easterners too?" Curly-haired man pointed upstairs.

Ouyang shrugged: "Of course, aren't you guys?"

He is the "Easterner" the other party was referring to, and he came for himself, which makes no problem.

"It was before, but it's not anymore," Curly said dejectedly.

Amid the pandemic and the shortage of supplies, only those with real power can maintain a comfortable material life.

Ordinary people have a hard life, and the underworld is not having an easy time either. These guys came here to try their luck after hearing about the bounty, but they never expected to run into their enemies as soon as they arrived. They lost two people without even seeing a shadow of an Easterner. If Ouyang hadn't arrived in time, the others would all be dead by now.

How could Ou Yang let the other party withdraw from this grand event? He immediately invited, "How about we cooperate?"

"Cooperation?" Curly was quite surprised.

Ou Yang nodded: "I'm all alone, outnumbered and outgunned, while you lack heavy firepower. How about we cooperate for mutual benefit?"

Curly and his gang were already outlaws; they had suffered a severe blow as soon as they entered the hospital, which made them lose confidence in competing for the bounty, rather than because they really wanted to quit.

Now that Ouyang has said this, my mind is starting to wander again.

"That thing... I mean, if we get the bounty, how do we split it?"

Ouyang said without any hesitation, "I'll take half, and you take the other half. It's fair and reasonable!"

“No, no, no, there are four of us, and you're only one. It would be reasonable for each of us to get 20%,” a voice said from the side.

When Ou Yang saw it, he realized it was the lame man who had been shot in the leg. He couldn't help but think to himself, "You're already lame, and you're still haggling over the price?"

He had no interest in arguing with these guys: "Fifty percent. If you agree, we'll set off; if not, I'll find someone else!"

The lame man was about to speak when Curly immediately stopped him: "Fine, you have half, and we'll share the other half!"

The cripple was unwilling to give up and wanted to speak again, but Curly stopped him: "Shut your mouth, understand!"

Curly-haired, with his back to Ouyang, kept winking and gesturing at the cripple. The cripple glared at Ouyang and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Let's go quickly, the Easterners are definitely here..." Before he could finish speaking, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out from upstairs, and Ou Yang's expression changed drastically.

What happened?
Curly's expression turned serious: "No, we can't go up there!"

With such intense gunfire, what difference is there between them rushing in recklessly and courting death?
Ou Yang felt a headache coming on. He had originally wanted to turn the tables and join the ranks of the gunmen to fish in troubled waters, but just when things were starting to look up, something unexpected happened above.

Moreover, these few Americans were pitifully timid; they were so frightened by the gunfire that they dared not show their faces.

Plans can't keep up with changes. Ouyang didn't know what was happening upstairs and didn't dare waste any time. He suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at the stairs: "Who goes there!"

Curly and the others were startled and instinctively turned around to look, but they didn't see a single hair.

At that moment, Ouyang opened fire without hesitation. Curly heard a gunshot behind him, and everything went black as he lost consciousness.

The others were also hit by Ouyang. The lame man was the most wary; he flinched when the gun went off, and the bullet missed his vital organs.

He fell to the ground, glaring fiercely at Ouyang: I'll haunt you even as a ghost!

The lines were classic, but Ouyang had no interest in arguing with him. He shot the cripple in the head and ran upstairs.

I changed magazines as I ran... seven out of eight!

When you get to the second floor, observe the situation first. Only after you find nothing unusual do you step onto the stairs leading to the third floor.

The gunshots became clearer, and in addition to the sound of the 5A, the faint sounds of the MP7 could also be heard.

Ou Yang was anxious, but dared not act impulsively. He raised his gun, aimed upwards, and moved up step by step. He vaguely saw a dark shadow flicker, and his finger instinctively pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, and the dark figure fell to the ground.

The gunfire on the third floor paused for a moment before escalating again, with a barrage of bullets sweeping down the stairs. Ou Yang fled back to the second floor in a disheveled state.

Ou Yang cursed inwardly, repeatedly cursing the other party's female relatives.

Where did these damned bastards come from?

At this moment, he had two choices: either fight his way up or go around to the other side of the stairs.

But Ouyang suddenly turned around, and through the broken glass window, half a piece of cloth rope came into view.

He darted out of the window, grabbed the rope, and started climbing.

The police officers surrounding the hospital saw Ou Yang for the third time, but this time no one even glanced at him. They all wondered what this Asian man was planning to do.

Ouyang quickly climbed to the third floor, but did not show himself immediately. Instead, he hung below the windowsill, his feet crossed and stepping on the cloth rope. He held onto the windowsill with his left hand and pulled out the Glock with his right hand, silently counting one, two, three.

As the countdown ended, Ouyang suddenly stood up, held the gun in one hand, pulled the trigger, and emptied the magazine in one go.

The gunmen gathered around the ward were shot one after another. Some fled in panic, some fell to the ground after being shot, and some died on the spot.

One of his vital organs was hit, and as he lay dying, he pulled the trigger, the submachine gun in his hand spitting fire, emptying the remaining bullets.

Old Mi, who was originally unharmed, was killed and injured by this round of indiscriminate attacks.

Another old man, in a panic, stumbled into a ward and was riddled with bullets by Jiang Yuwei, turning him into a bloody mess.

Even after the enemy fell to the ground, Jiang Yuwei still couldn't believe it.

How could anyone be so foolish as to walk right into the line of fire?

Both the uninjured and the wounded but not dead Old Mi opened fire towards the window.

Ouyang had no time to pay attention to the results. After emptying his magazine, he immediately crouched down as a hail of bullets flew over his head.

He pressed the magazine catch, the empty magazine fell to the ground, he tucked the empty gun into the crook of his leg, and pulled out a new magazine and inserted it into the gun.

With a gentle press, the slide of the Glock returns to its original position and fires a bullet.

Just as they were about to fire another round, they suddenly noticed several bullet holes in the cloth rope.

Ou Yang's expression changed slightly. He immediately put away his gun, slid down, and returned to the second floor.

This time he was no longer cautious. He took off his rifle and rushed to the third floor. As soon as he stepped onto the landing and turned around, several old Americans came into view.

An old American man saw Ouyang and his eyes widened in surprise, but before he could turn his gun around, Ouyang had already fired first, blowing the man's head off with a single shot. He then fired in bursts, eliminating all the enemies in his line of sight.

Three bullets for each enemy: two bodies and one head.

The enemy's firepower was immediately reduced, and the remaining American soldiers aimed at the stairs, the windows, and the wards, thus dispersing the density of their firepower.

As Ou Yang was about to step onto the third floor, he stopped, held the gun in one hand, peered around the corner, emptied the magazine, and then put it back to reload.

Eight left, six!
He was certain he had hit the enemy, but he didn't know how many had been killed or wounded.

If only we had drones...and grenades would be even better!

Ou Yang took out his phone, leaned out to press the shutter, and immediately pulled it back. Three fleeing figures appeared on the screen.

As for the corpses on the ground, there were too many, at least seventeen or eighteen.

We should press on with our remaining strength to defeat the enemy, rather than seeking fame like Xiang Yu.

Ouyang lay prone on the stairs, only sticking his head, arms, and gun out on the ground. After several gunshots, the world finally... well, not completely quiet yet. He took out shots at each of the corpses in his line of sight until he was sure that none of them were alive.

The world was finally quiet; the sound of gunfire could no longer be heard throughout the hospital.

Ouyang didn't know if there were any enemies hiding in the shadows, so he quickly changed to a new magazine.

Five left out of eight!
With only four spare magazines left, Ouyang was panicked and wanted to loot the enemy.

But reason prevailed over impulse, and he rushed into the ward immediately: "Old Zhu, Sister Wei, are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Jiang Yuwei said.
"I'm fine too!" Zhu Yiming's voice was weak, but clear.

The two of them hid behind the bathroom, one in front of the other. Aunt Susan curled up into a ball, covering her head and huddled next to the two of them, shivering like a quail in the desert wind.

Ou Yang's lips twitched, secretly marveling at how people can do anything when pushed to the limit. It was truly a miracle that Aunt Susan, with her large and plump figure, could shrink into a ball!
Apart from the corner where the three were hiding, the ward looked like it had been through a storm, with bullet holes of varying sizes everywhere.

There were specks of shotgun shells and mottled marks left by rifles. The entire ward was like an abstract painting scribbled by a mental patient, full of chaos and disorder.

It's not surprising that Jiang Yuwei and Zhu Yiming were unharmed, since there was a wall to protect them. But that even Aunt Susan wasn't hurt is definitely a small miracle!

(End of this chapter)