Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 232 Gradually Going Mad
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The piercing air raid siren suddenly sounded, adding to the tension of the already unsettled night.

Ou Yang, who was still searching for his car keys, immediately stopped and quickly went to the window. He was surprised to see that the lights in the dark houses around him suddenly turned on, but after a while, they went out one by one.

At first glance, nothing seems to have changed, but through the night vision goggles, you can see that behind those dark windows, there are now one, two, or many pairs of vigilant eyes.

Every American hiding behind the window held a cold, hard gun in his hand, the dark muzzle pointing out the window.

In just a short while, the silent city seemed to come alive, with every building becoming a firing point and every resident ready to fight.

Ouyang couldn't help but frown. Was Old Mi's mobilization level really that high?
The gunfire from the south of the city grew increasingly intense and widespread. It was obvious to anyone that the changes in the city were related to that mysterious convoy.

The south side of the city, where fierce fighting is taking place, is definitely impassable. If you want to leave the city, you can only go in other directions, bypass the battlefield, and reunite with your companions.

He carefully recalled the scene he had seen when he arrived. He remembered that there were forests and farmlands in the northern part of the city, but there were only camping tents near the city.

Moreover, it is only early spring now, the snow has not yet melted, and with the bad weather, there are puddles and mud everywhere in the countryside, so taking a detour is not as simple as you might imagine.

Ou Yang couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Why didn't Lao Mi have the good habit of building ring roads?

He was eager to know what was happening outside, and suddenly remembered that he still had the drone's remote control on him. He immediately took it out to check and was pleasantly surprised to find that he could still receive the drone's signal!
Ouyang had assumed the drone had either crashed out of control or been damaged by a police drone, only to find out at this moment that the little guy was still intact.

Well, when this thing loses its control signal, it doesn't fall uncontrollably, but hovers automatically.

It's highly likely that the drone escaped unscathed because the police were distracted by the events in the south of the city at that time.

Ouyang was overjoyed and immediately piloted the drone southward.

Moments later, the drone arrived at the south of the city, its camera focused on the battlefield.

Ouyang was stunned to see an endless line of vehicles recklessly driving into Kamed. At the head of the convoy was an assault group of more than a dozen pickup trucks and off-road vehicles with steel plates welded to their surfaces. These homemade armored vehicles resembled a herd of angry bulls, speeding along the not-so-wide street.

If we consider the convoy of vehicles as the shaft of an arrow, then the armored vehicle convoy at the very front is undoubtedly the arrowhead!
Hidden in the car, Old Mi kept firing, bringing death wherever the convoy went.

The residents on both sides of the street were not to be trifled with either. They kept raining bullets on the convoy. The bullets pounded against the steel plates, leaving one bullet hole after another. Before long, the steel plates were covered with dents of all sizes, arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, layer upon layer.

A few warheads were even embedded directly in steel plates.

Fortunately, the firing port was only the size of a fist; otherwise, the people inside the vehicle would have been dead countless times over.

The police acted swiftly, with a large number of officers rushing to the south of the city from all directions to quickly establish several lines of defense.

Initially, they only tried to block the road with police cars, but they were directly rammed by the armored vehicle convoy.

The second line of defense was school buses, the third was trucks, and for the fourth line of defense, they simply lined up several bulldozers, their bulldozer blades connected together, completely blocking the road.

Unless you can fly, don't even think about going there.

The police were well prepared, but they overestimated the strength of the homemade armored vehicles.

When the armored vehicle convoy successfully passed the first line of defense and encountered the school bus, the armored vehicles, which had been driving recklessly, suddenly braked all at once, and even caused a chain-reaction collision because they could not avoid it.

Even so, not a single car attempted to force its way up.

Are you kidding? The strength of a US-made school bus is no joke. In terms of both strength and quality, a homemade armored vehicle is far inferior. Trying to crash into one would only be humiliating.

The police officers hiding behind the school bus immediately opened fire, countless bullets spraying out and creating dense sparks as they struck the steel plates.

Like the surface of water during a downpour.

More vehicles arrived at the blockade line, but instead of rushing forward, the new vehicles quietly took out pre-prepared heavy weapons and fired at the school buses blocking the way.

Ou Yang saw several streaks of fire suddenly appear behind the armored vehicle. In the blink of an eye, something that looked like a missile or a rocket hit the school bus in succession, blasting several large holes with red-hot edges into the sturdy body.

The police officers hiding behind the school bus suffered heavy casualties. Some officers seized the opportunity to carry their wounded or injured comrades away from the defensive line and then disappeared without a trace.

Your life is your own, but Kamed belongs to everyone. There are several lines of defense behind you, so why risk your life here?
The vanguard of the blitzkrieg was thwarted, and the entire convoy slowed down. Vehicles that had already entered Kamed were stuck on the road, unable to move forward or backward.

Residents on both sides of the street clashed fiercely with the Americans blocking the road. Many vehicles were riddled with holes and broke down on the spot, and quite a few Americans were shot and killed.

Some residents even threw homemade cocktail Molotov cocktails at the convoy; the burning glass bottles hit the vehicles, and flames engulfed the cars with a loud bang.

Old Mi immediately opened the door and got out of the car. A few lucky ones escaped unharmed, while those less fortunate got some flames on their bodies, but they managed to extinguish them in time and suffered only minor injuries.

But some people were not so lucky. Their entire bodies were engulfed in flames, and they emerged from the burning car as fiery figures, waving their limbs.

They ran, rolled, and struggled, but they couldn't extinguish the flames on their bodies, and eventually lost control and collapsed to the ground.

Their companions nearby tried to help them, but no matter how hard they tried, it was no use.

Some people splashed water on them, but it had almost no effect.

Some people used fire extinguishers, which successfully put out the flames. However, at this stage of the burns, the person would have suffered burns over at least 70-80% of their body. Even before the pandemic, timely medical attention might not have saved them. At this time and place, extinguishing the fire only prolonged the victim's suffering.

Those burn victims who were kindly rescued by their companions could not bear it any longer. Their throats were burned from inhaling the hot gas, and they could not speak. They wanted to beg their companions to give them a quick death, but they could not.

One of them fumbled for a pistol, pressed it to his chin, and pulled the trigger, ending his own life with a single shot.

The other person, unable to find his gun, gestured with his hand as if it were a gun and repeatedly poked his temple.

The nearby Americans felt the pain deeply. One of them couldn't bear to watch any longer. He raised his gun, aimed at his burned companion, closed his eyes, looked away, and pulled the trigger with great pain.

Similar situations have been repeatedly played out on streets only a few hundred meters long, where many elderly people have lost their relatives and friends in the most tragic way.

These elderly Americans immediately turned red-eyed and launched a reckless counterattack against the houses along the street. Some of them, having lost their minds, even drove their vehicles directly into the buildings.

After a brief but intense battle, the outnumbered foreign forces occupied several buildings along the street. Some of them beat the residents inside to death, but they were not satisfied and dragged the bodies out, poured fuel on them, and burned them.

Some captured prisoners alive, dragged them into the street, and set them on fire, watching their enemies perish in the flames with gritted teeth, yet still unable to quell their anger. Even worse, some simply set fire to buildings along the street, the raging flames engulfing the houses and billowing black smoke rising straight into the sky.

The nearby residents were also stunned by the cruelty of the other party and gradually descended into madness.

Looking around, people were beaten to death, cars were smashed, and houses were burned down.

The camera panned across the scene: wrecked cars, dead bodies, and gruesome corpses everywhere. Blood and half-melted snow mingled and covered the entire street, making it almost indistinguishable from a real battlefield... No, this was the real battlefield!
Although neither side involved in the battle had anything to do with Ouyang, Ouyang was still so shocked by the scene that he could hardly breathe, a sense of horror from the deepest part of his soul coursing through his body.

How can people be so cruel to their own kind?

But on second thought, such a direct conflict is still good; at least life and death can be decided on the spot, and even if it is painful, it will only last for a short while.

The inhumane experiments in the New Eden not only left people with prolonged physical torment, but also inflicted unspeakable and inhumane psychological damage.

Unable to advance, the incoming convoy could only expand to the left and right flanks, increasing the area of ​​combat and the intensity of gunfire, while the initial fighting location gradually quieted down.

Ouyang felt that if there were a drone that could carry his entire weight, he could fly across the front line, reach the Kamed South exit, and escape this dangerous place.

However, he was only thinking about it. A continuous stream of cars continued to pour into Kamed, and there was even a group of Americans who were dedicated to clearing obstacles from the road to keep it clear.

Even if there really was a plane, he wouldn't dare to walk right into the line of fire.

Soon after, Ouyang's turbulent emotions gradually calmed down, and a new question arose in his mind.

Where did this northbound convoy come from? Why is Kamed doing everything he can to stop it?

Judging from their reckless attitudes, it seems this isn't their first encounter... Forget it, there's no need to think so much. Instead of wasting time thinking about how to leave, it's more sensible to do so!

Just as I was about to retrieve the drone and find a safe passage out of the city, bursts of gunfire came from the northwest.

At first, it was not obvious, completely masked by the fierce fighting in the south of the city, but as the fighting intensified, it soon became clearly audible.

Ou Yang couldn't help but wonder if some of the Americans who had gone north had circled around to the flank of the city.
With a flick of his finger, the drone flew northwest, and its camera quickly captured the area of ​​battle.

It turned out that the firefight was not between local residents and outsiders, but rather a police car parked on the road that was targeted by a group of nearby residents!

It was purely internal strife.

The police officers in the car were riddled with bullet holes and were long dead, but the residents showed no sign of stopping.

Not only that, but conflicts also broke out among nearby residents, with some fighting to the death with their neighbors, while others fought across the street.

Further away, two armored vehicles belonging to the National Guard were exchanging fire with both police and residents.

Looking around, there was chaos, making it impossible to tell how many people or factions were involved in the battle.

Initially, the chaotic clashes were confined to a small area in the southwest, but the chaos spread rapidly in all directions, as if it were contagious.

Ou Yang watched as the once quiet area transformed into a battlefield of fierce fighting in a very short time.

What started as a duel between two sides suddenly turned into a two-against-one battle when another force appeared out of nowhere. The side that received help not only refused to appreciate it but also brought their helpers along, escalating the conflict into a three-way melee.

There are also those who don't join either side at all, silently turning on the gas valve in their homes, and then igniting it a moment later, instantly destroying themselves and their houses in an explosion.

However, the people around them acted as if they hadn't seen anything and remained engrossed in the fierce battle.

Those old Americans seemed to have entered an uncontrollable berserk state, unaware of pain, disregarding life and death, and unable to distinguish friend from foe; they only knew how to fire, and everyone was fighting in a chaotic melee.

Gunfire and explosions continued, and flames, stray bullets, death, blood, and corpses were everywhere.

Ouyang was taken aback. He was all too familiar with this state; it was a scene that only occurred in spore clouds.

There are no infected people in Kokamed, so how come there's a spore cloud?

This is no joke; if you inhale too much, even someone with immunity like him won't be spared.

Ouyang immediately opened the window, took a deep breath, and tried to determine if there were spores in the air.

The result was a familiar scent, similar to spores, but with a more pronounced freshness.

At the same time, all fatigue vanished, and I felt full of energy, completely refreshed.

It's confirmed—it's a spore cloud!
He couldn't help but wonder if the spore cloud river in Brown Bear City was the result of a long period of accumulation, where quantitative changes led to qualitative changes.

Hasn't Kamed been free of infected people? How come a spore cloud suddenly appeared?

Could it be that all the infected were hidden away, and a large number of spores accumulated in some corner of Kamed, which just happened to erupt at this critical juncture?

But isn't this too much of a coincidence?

While it's true that stories don't happen without coincidences, why did it have to happen now of all times?
On the other hand, if it wasn't a natural disaster, the only explanation is man-made disaster!
At the same time, in the north of the city.

An ordinary sedan was hidden in the darkness. The driver leaned out of the window, gazing northwest, then quickly retreated back into the car and slammed the window shut: "Boss, things have gotten chaotic!"

Old Jason closed his eyes to rest, appearing calm and composed: "Where are the police officers who blocked the road? Have they left yet?"

"Nothing's happening yet," the driver said.

"Then wait a little longer, everyone put on your masks!" Old Jason stretched out his hand, and someone immediately handed him a mask with a built-in oxygen tank.

Old Jason fastened the mask to his face, carefully adjusted the straps, and sternly warned everyone: "From now on, until we leave Kamed, no one is allowed to take off this mask. Even if we die, keep it on your face... Do you all understand?"

"Understood, Boss!"

(End of this chapter)