Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 229 Wait a little longer

At midnight, an ordinary-looking SUV was parked on an empty street.

Outside the car, the intermittent drizzle had somehow turned into fluttering snowflakes, which fell on the ground and the car, immediately melting into icy water, and the car windows were quickly covered with a layer of hazy fog.

The fierce fighting in the city center has not stopped, and sporadic gunshots can still be heard.

“Old Jason’s villa is just ahead,” King Seke pointed to the end of the street.

This is a typical wealthy area, with detached villas lining both sides of the street. Old Jason's hideout is more accurately described as an estate rather than a villa.

The manor is surrounded by open space, and the nearest building is several hundred meters away.

The straight-line distance between the off-road vehicle and the manor is at least seven or eight hundred meters.

King Seke then took out his tablet and pulled up an electronic map of the area around the villa, which was already marked with many markers: "The villa is heavily guarded. There are snipers on the roof and sentries all around, but don't worry, we've been wanting to deal with old Jason for a long time and have already scouted out the area around the villa."

He pointed to the markings on the screen: "Here, here, and here are hidden sentries; here, here, and here are cameras; here, here, and here are infrared alarm devices... In addition to the guards, there are seven vicious dogs in the villa, each a quarter coyote!"

Ouyang could hardly believe his ears. Was this a villa or a fortress?
King Seke switched the map, and a route leading directly to the villa was displayed on the screen: "But don't worry, we've already planted spies in the villa. If you follow the route on the map, you can avoid surveillance and won't encounter any accidents or dangers!"

Ou Yang raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt arising in his eyes.

With such thorough preparations, the police could have easily dealt with old Jason themselves. Why did they have to let an outsider like him do it?

King Sek zoomed in on the map and pointed to the small door on the side of the villa: "You can go in from here. There's someone there to meet you. He'll tell you where old Jason is!"

Ouyang couldn't hold back any longer: "You've already sent people in, isn't it easy to deal with old Jason?"

“That’s different.” King Seke put away his tablet. “You have immunity, and you’re from outside. After dealing with old Jason, you can go far away. We’re different. Our families are here. We can’t take that risk!”

Ouyang sneered inwardly. King Seke's reasoning sounded plausible, but it couldn't stand up to scrutiny at all.

In his view, there would only be two outcomes after getting rid of old Jason.

First, the police and the town government joined forces to control Kamed, and the capital forces that originally belonged to old Jason scattered like leaves in the wind. Even if there were a few die-hards, it would not affect the overall situation.

Secondly, after Jason's death, another person stepped forward to take charge. In order to secure his position, he was determined to avenge his predecessor, and the three parties continued their confrontation.

If the investors are determined to retaliate, would they let King Sek go just because he only provided logistical support and didn't directly participate in the battle?

It's simply wishful thinking.

Besides, with the US in such a mess, does it really make a difference whether or not it's exempted?
Ou Yang knew that the other party was definitely using him, and now it was just a confirmation of his previous guesses, so he didn't feel any negative emotions.

It's just mutual exploitation; taking it seriously is a losing proposition.

"Is there anything else?" Ou Yang asked.

King Seke shook his head: "No more."

"Where are your people? Aren't you going to help?" Ouyang pointed out the problem bluntly. "Also, after dealing with old Jason, how am I supposed to get out? Didn't you arrange for backup?"

King Seke's expression stiffened, but he quickly concealed his true thoughts: "Our people are all tied up in the city center, and we can't spare any more manpower for the time being."

"Where's the backup? Don't tell me there isn't one!"

King Seke really wanted to say that there was no such thing, but he was worried that Ouyang would abandon the project. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and immediately made up an excuse: "I don't know the situation inside the villa. You'll have to ask the people who are supposed to help us get out."

Ouyang stared at King Seke with a suspicious look, but the latter did not flinch and tried his best to make his gaze sincere and frank.

After a moment, Ouyang looked away: "Okay, I hope what you said is true."

King Seke breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost given up: "Of course it's the truth, we are very sincere."

His expression was flawless; at least Ouyang didn't notice anything amiss.

Ouyang knew things weren't that simple, but he just couldn't figure out the police's real purpose in urging him to deal with old Jason.

The clock struck twelve, and the wind and snow outside intensified.

Ouyang got out of the car with all his equipment and launched the drone from the trunk.

The drone flew close to the ground, straight along the street, and suddenly rose up just before reaching the villa. It circled the villa, its position fluctuating, its distance varying, and it occasionally hovered for a while.

Using the drone's camera, Ouyang surveyed the villa inside and out, not missing a single mark on the electronic map.

It turned out that the information provided by King Seke was all true; there was neither exaggeration nor concealment.

He focused his observation on the several hidden sentry posts outside the villa, hovering over each one for a while until he had memorized everything the camera could capture before continuing to the next target.

After surveying the villa, Ouyang did not immediately recall the drone. Instead, he expanded the observation range and flew around the villa again, memorizing the nearby roads and buildings.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle. The police provided too little information, so he had to grasp as much of what was missing as possible.

Deep down, Ouyang was also reflecting on whether he had been too impulsive and whether he should have withdrawn in time.

He wasn't petty, but he wasn't so magnanimous as to repay evil with good as a fool.

He wouldn't normally dwell on those little things, but the bounty on Jason's head almost cost him his life. It was like a sharp thorn stuck in his heart; if he didn't pull it out, it would only pierce deeper.

With everything ready, Ouyang knocked on the car window to signal that he was about to depart.

King Seke immediately gave a thumbs-up, though it was unclear what that meant.

Ouyang's figure walked further and further away, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

King Saik's smile vanished, and he immediately took out a walkie-talkie: "Attention all units, the goods have been delivered. Please check and confirm receipt!"

A moment later, a voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Report from Number One: Target spotted, advancing towards the villa along the planned route!"

King Seke immediately heard the voice of Raine... the fat police officer: "Be careful to stay hidden, don't expose yourself."

If Ouyang heard this conversation, he would definitely complain: "Didn't you say you couldn't spare any people? Did these people just pop out of your pot?"

Half a minute later, the walkie-talkie crackled to life again: "Second officer reporting, target spotted, route unchanged!"

"Received, keep an eye on it!"

A while later: "Report from number three, target spotted... Oh, Shit, target has deviated from the planned route, target has deviated from the planned route!"

Ryan's tone was somewhat urgent: "Where did the target go?"

"They headed north, their whereabouts are unknown!"

“Number three remains stationary. Who can see the target?” Ryan asked.

There was silence on the radio; no one answered.

Rein suppressed his anger: "I need to find a way right now and locate the target immediately!"

"Drones, drones will do!" a voice suggested.

"Then hurry up and use the drones!" Renn's anger was about to burst.

Seconds later, several small drones took off and quickly arrived at the location where Ouyang was no longer under surveillance.

They scattered, searching everywhere for Ouyang, and soon made a discovery: "Number Nine, report! Target spotted!"

"Location!"

"The villa is directly west of the No. 4 sentry post!"

"What? What does he want to do?"

“Ignore him.” Ryan quickly calmed down. “Just keep an eye on the target and don’t lose him.”

King Seker couldn't hold back any longer: "Raine, has he discovered something?"

"Don't worry, he can't escape." At the same time, Ouyang had already quietly crept to the vicinity of sentry number four.

This is a seemingly ordinary two-story villa with a separate courtyard, an open lawn, one side facing the estate, and some space in other directions as well.

Everything is American.

Ou Yang controlled the drone to fly over and circle the villa once.

The small villa was pitch black, but the drone's thermal imaging camera successfully captured several heat sources.

There was one on the second floor, near the window, and it looked like he was asleep, leaning back in his chair; there were three on the first floor, two lying down and one walking around.

Ou Yang was somewhat surprised. The city center was in complete chaos, yet these people weren't nervous at all.

After circling twice more to make sure it hadn't missed any details, the drone suddenly accelerated, sprinting across the open space once more. It leaped up, grabbed the eaves of a second-floor window, flipped over, climbed up, opened the window, and crawled inside.

The entire process was silent, and the police officers who witnessed it all stared wide-eyed.

Is that human being?
The room through the window was empty, with old wallpaper on the walls, making it look like a nursery.

Ou Yang opened the door and walked out confidently. He soon found the drowsy old Mi by the window facing the street.

With a high-powered telescope in front of him and an M60 with a loaded ammunition belt, Old Mi only needed one person and one gun to block the road.

Yes, half a street leading to the villa.

Upon hearing the sound, Old Mi immediately snapped out of it. He looked up and saw the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at him.

His mind was still a bit foggy, and he instinctively asked, "Who are you?"

Ouyang brandished his pistol: "Do you recognize this?"

"Don't kill me!" Old Mi immediately chickened out.

This guy was skin and bones, his sunken eyes were bluish-black like a panda's, and he looked like he had indulged in excessive sex.

Ouyang said expressionlessly, "I ask, you answer!"

"Speak freely and without reservation!" Old Mi's original words were certainly not exactly like that, but that's the gist of it.

How many people are there in total?

"Four!"

"including you?"

Old Mi nodded repeatedly.

Ouyang narrowed his eyes: "Where are the others?"

"On the first floor!"

This guy is very honest; everything he said matches up.

"You better not lie to me!" Ou Yang punched Black Eye Socket unconscious, then neatly tied him up. Just as he was about to find something to stuff into Old Mi's mouth, he suddenly heard the soft sound of a door opening behind him.

Ou Yang suddenly turned around, pointing his gun at the person who had come in.

A man with a bulbous nose stood outside the door. His cheeks twitched, and he wisely raised his hands.

Under the threat of the gun, the man with the bulbous nose obediently walked in.

As usual, Ou Yang asked, "How many people are in the villa?"

"Six!"

Ou Yang's pupils contracted slightly, but he continued to ask calmly, "Where are the others?"

"downstairs."

Are you asleep?

"I don't know."

"What are you here for?"

"Change shifts!"

As usual, he knocked them down with one punch, tied them up tightly in no time, and then went downstairs in a grand manner, capturing the two sleeping old Americans.

He circled around again but couldn't find any more Lao Mi. He was certain there were only four people here, but judging from the room's layout, there were indeed traces of two other people living there.

This isn't difficult; the most direct evidence is the number of beds.

A bulbous nose isn't exactly a lie.

Ouyang didn't care where the other two had gone, and randomly picked Old Mi to wake him up: "Where's old Jason?"

Old Mi looked completely bewildered: "I don't know!"

Ouyang drew his military knife, the tip of which was pointed at Old Mi's thigh: "Now what!"

Old Mi looked miserable: "I really don't know!"

Ouyang compared the two on Old Mi's genitals, and this time he didn't even ask any questions, just gave him a look.

Old Mi understood instantly, and almost burst into tears: "I really... umm..."

Before Ouyang could finish speaking, he covered Lao Mi's mouth with his hand and plunged his military knife into the man's thigh: "Will you talk or not!"

Old Mi struggled violently, but Ouyang's arms were as strong as cast iron and he couldn't break free at all.

Only when Old Mi slowed his struggles did Ouyang release his hand from the other man's: "Now do you understand?"

Old Mi burst into tears: "I really didn't know..."

"Where does he usually like to go the most? I mean the manor!"

"I don't know... I'm just a small fry..." Old Mi cried even harder, which annoyed Ouyang so much that he simply knocked him unconscious.

They continued questioning the other prisoners, but still didn't get any useful information. Only Panda Eyes mentioned that the butler must know old Jason's whereabouts.

When asked about the butler's whereabouts, all they knew was that he was at the manor.

Ou Yang suddenly felt like a mouse trying to pull a turtle.

Although he wanted revenge and cooperated with the police, he knew very well that he was still just a mortal and would die if he were shot.

Therefore, Ouyang never intended to take any risks from the beginning. Initially, he may have had the idea of ​​infiltrating the manor, but the more he learned, the clearer he became about the difficulty of a secret infiltration, and he gradually gave up the idea of ​​entering the manor.

There's no other reason than it's too dangerous.

If a group of people stormed in, it would be better, but letting him in alone is just fooling an idiot.
The police have planted moles all over the estate, surely they can't deal with old Jason?
Ouyang was still confused about the police's purpose, but he was convinced of one thing: he had to do things his own way and could not let the police lead him by the nose.

He abandoned the idea of ​​continuing to eliminate other hidden sentries and moved the binoculars to face the manor.

It turned out that the outer walls of the manor were too high, and even if you climbed to the attic, you couldn't see inside the villa.

Helpless, Ouyang had no choice but to restart the drone.

In the darkness of the snowy night, an impatient voice asked, "What exactly does that Easterner want? Should we just kill him?"

Ryan immediately shook his head: "Don't touch him for now... let's wait a bit longer!"

(End of this chapter)