Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 233 Betrayal
The car was full of Jason's most trusted confidants, but only he knew what had really happened.

On the surface, those spherical tanks contained dangerous chemical raw materials, but in reality, they contained potent hallucinogenic substances extracted from pneumoconiosis bacteria.

Old Jason named this substance "phantomycin".

It was quite a coincidence.

Last autumn, the epidemic spread widely. Because the official media remained silent, all sorts of rumors flew around, describing Pneumocystis jirovecii as a super pathogen that could defeat smallpox, kick the plague, and kill Ebola in an instant!
As we all know, the war between humans and microorganisms has never stopped.

有史以来，天花曾造成3至5亿人死亡，具体死亡人数无法考证；鼠疫三次大流行，造成2.5至3亿人的死亡；流感病毒造成的死亡人数在5千万至1亿之间！
In addition, there are AIDS, cholera, typhoid fever, malaria, tuberculosis...

With the development of science and technology and the continuous progress of the health system, those dangerous microorganisms have gradually moved away from the population and out of the sight of most people. The general public has limited knowledge of them, or has never even heard of them.

Some people believe that the historical records are exaggerated and that smallpox and plague were nothing more than that.

Pneumocystis pneumoniae is different; it is a real threat to everyone, and countless people in the US are terrified of it.

Many people believe that Pneumocystis pylori has surpassed smallpox and plague to become the most dangerous microorganism in human history, bar none.

Even professionals believe that Pneumocystis pluvialis is fully qualified to compete with smallpox and plague, and may even be the first level 5 virus discovered by mankind.

Coughing is caused by Pneumococcus, which is a fungus, not a virus. More accurately, it should be called a level 5 pathogen, but these details are not important.

With its extremely high infectivity, 100% pathogenicity, and over 100% mortality rate, Pneumocystis jirovecii far surpasses various highly virulent pathogens and truly deserves its place in the top tier.

It's important to know that before the emergence of Pneumocystis jirovecii, most people believed that only T-viruses were qualified to compete for the title of Level 5 pathogen.

In short, after a period of dissemination and fermentation, various rumors became more and more exaggerated, causing widespread panic throughout the United States. The US Palace, unable to cover it up any longer, had to step forward to refute the rumors.

It takes only a mouth to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of legwork to debunk them.

The Militant House's series of poor performances after the outbreak of the pandemic have led to a significant drop in its approval rating among the public. Even if what it says is true, few people believe it.

They also don't believe rumors, they only believe their own deductions!
Jason was also confused by the various rumors and had to use his connections to get first-hand information. He found that the information said that the hallucinogenic effect of Pneumocystis jirovecii was very simple and that if the fact of parasitism was disregarded, it was almost harmless to the human body!

Old Jason was a genius; he had a flash of inspiration and immediately started making plans.

As is well known, the United States is the world's largest consumer market for leafy substances, and even those chemicals with extremely deadly side effects are sought after by countless Americans.

If a new product could be launched that is harmless to the human body and has no side effects, would it be welcomed by a large number of addicts? Could it seize the market that belongs to other chemicals? Or even completely monopolize the leaf market and carve out a new niche?
Thinking of this, old Jason was filled with excitement. He immediately organized a team to infiltrate the epidemic area, retrieve the bacterial strains, carefully cultivate them, and secretly conduct experiments. Soon, they extracted high-purity phantom cytomegalovirus from the crushed powder.

The processed phalosporin powder is stable and can be stored at room temperature for a long time. Its only drawback is that it is easily decomposed when exposed to moisture.

Subsequent human experiments revealed that this substance can be rapidly absorbed through the lungs, and only a small dose is needed to induce a euphoric state, making the five senses and touch more acute.

However, using several times or even dozens of times the dosage only prolongs the duration of the hallucination, with negligible harm to health.

At the very least, Jason Sr.'s team did not find any obvious damage in the experiment.

As for the psychological dependence caused by using phacoemulsification... hehe, does it have anything to do with him?

The experiment also found that appropriate use only produces hallucinations, while excessive use not only produces hallucinations but also produces extremely strong violent tendencies.

The greater the dosage, the stronger the tendency.

But what does it matter? As long as the dosage is controlled, isn't that enough?

However, just as old Jason was full of ambition and ready to unify the fantasy world, reality poured cold water on him.

All those who have tried the magic fungus have praised its effects.

Upon learning that this substance was extracted from phantom lung fungus, everyone resolutely refused without hesitation.

This stuff is good, but the raw materials are way too dangerous. If you're careless during the refining process and leave a few spores behind, you could unknowingly get infected with Pneumocystis pneumonia, and that would be a real disaster.

No matter how much old Jason assured him that the refining technique was flawless, that there were no spores left, or that there was no transformation whatsoever.

Jason was kicking himself. Of all things to say, why did he have to tell the truth?

The result was that despite investing a large sum of money to prepare for the dismal market for cyclophosphamide, only a fraction of the dozen or so tons of goods were sold, and the rest were stuck in our hands.

I can't bear to destroy it, and I can't sell it, so I can only keep it in the jar for now.

I had originally planned to wait for another opportunity, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time, adding fuel to the fire for this crazy night.

On the surface, Jason remained calm, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that such a large object could be thrown away so easily.

But it doesn't matter. He has funds, connections, and technology. Given time, his comeback is only a matter of time.

Leaving the nest one has cultivated for many years is like an eagle with broken wings; no matter where one goes or who one seeks refuge with, one will inevitably be dependent on others...

Jason was distracted, and the bodyguards sitting on either side of him also had their own agendas, constantly exchanging glances with each other across Jason.

Not long after, the police officers blocking the way finally left, but instead of entering the city to join the battle, they split into two groups: one group entered the city, and the other group fled far away from the city.

Old Jason gave a wise smile and patted the driver on the shoulder: "Alright, let's go!"

The driver started the engine, but just as the car drove out of Kamed, the two bodyguards on either side suddenly grabbed old Jason's arms.

Before Jason could react, the two bodyguards had already pointed their guns at the driver and his companion in the passenger seat.

"Stop the car!" said the bodyguard on the left.

The driver was terrified: "Hehe, don't be impulsive!"

I said stop the car!

Instead of stopping, the driver floored the accelerator and swerved sharply, suddenly making a 180-degree fishtail. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he opened the door, jumped out, and ran away as fast as he could.

The person inside the car leaned sharply to one side. The bodyguard held down old Jason with one hand and raised his gun with the other, ready to shoot. But the driver had already run far away, and he couldn't see clearly in the darkness. He could only angrily lower his hand.

The bodyguard in the passenger seat widened his eyes, thinking to himself, "Brother, why don't you give a shout and we can run together!"
Jason's expression changed drastically: "What are you two trying to do?"

"Nothing much," the bodyguard replied casually, stretching out his arm to pull the handbrake. "Get out of the car!"

Jason's face turned ashen: "Is this how you repay me?"

The bodyguard said coldly, "Your power is finished, and you're about to be finished too. We have to think about our own future, don't we?"

The bodyguard on the right nodded in agreement: "Every man for himself, or the world will end!" "Enough nonsense, get out of the car!" the bodyguard on the left snapped impatiently.

"Let me go, and you can keep everything in the car!" Old Jason made a quick decision, sacrificing his possessions to save his life.

Without another word, bodyguard Zuo yanked old Jason out of the car and pressed a gun to his head: "If we let you go, we'll be the ones who die!"

Jason's expression changed drastically. He wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, the deputy bodyguard suddenly shouted, "Wait! Let me go! I'm no threat to you. I can offer my loyalty!"

The two bodyguards on either side looked at each other, wondering what this "pledge of allegiance" was.
Before the two of them could figure it out, the deputy bodyguard had already jumped out of the car and kicked old Jason to the ground: "If I kill him, we're all in this together, so let me go!"

And this kind of operation?

The two bodyguards, who had absolutely no understanding of Eastern culture, looked at each other in bewilderment.

The bodyguard on the right nodded slightly, while the bodyguard on the left drew a folding knife and tossed it to the deputy bodyguard: "Alright, let's get started!"

The bodyguard, knife in hand, stood before old Jason, grinning with a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Sorry!"

Before he finished speaking, he stabbed old Jason in the carotid artery with a knife, then withdrew the knife and retreated.

The moment he drew his folding knife, blood gushed out like a fountain. Old Jason clutched his neck tightly and staggered away, spraying blood everywhere.

The three bodyguards neither chased nor pursued, but simply watched Jason's stumbling figure silently.

Even that arrogant guy can be so pathetic!

Moments later, old Jason, having bled to death, collapsed to the ground and died.

Bodyguard Zuo sneered, "Just like a dog!"

The bodyguard asked cautiously, "May I go now...?"

He was shocked to discover that the bodyguard was holding a cell phone in his left hand, which had recorded the entire process of him stabbing old Jason to death.

The bodyguard smiled and said, "Of course!"

After saying that, he shot the deputy bodyguard through the head.

You're not keeping your word!
Bodyguard deputy.

"Let's go, you drive!" the bodyguard said from the right.

The bodyguard on the left nodded, and before he could even get into the car, the bodyguard on the right suddenly raised his gun.
Bodyguard Zuo froze, his face blank with astonishment. He tried to speak, but bodyguard You didn't give him a chance, shooting him in the forehead.

The bodyguard on the right whispered an apology, stepped over the unseeing corpse of the bodyguard on the left, and calmly drove away.

Old Jason died, and so did the other bodyguards. From then on, he severed ties with his past and started all over again.

But it doesn't matter. The gold and rice knife that old Jason prepared in the trunk are enough for him to find a place where no one knows him and live out the rest of his life in peace.

As for where to go... let's find a place to exchange for some supplies first!

Ou Yang had no idea that a master-killing drama had just taken place in the north of the city, and he was even less aware that old Jason was completely finished.

After confirming that the chaos was related to the spores, he immediately dialed Jiang Yuwei's number.

Jiang Yuwei answered immediately: "Hello!"

“It’s me,” Ouyang said. “Did you hear the gunfire in the city?”

"I heard you. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, listen to me." Ou Yang glanced out the window, briefly explained the situation, and then warned, "Put on your mask immediately, and don't leave the car, understand?"

Jiang Yuwei immediately repeated: "Put on your mask right now and don't leave the car!"

Ou Yang felt a little relieved: "I also need to move in a bit. Have you finished calling Luo Hui?"

“I called him and he said there was an outbreak in southern Muscovy, and it was a large-scale outbreak. Many Americans were heading north to avoid the danger… He also said that Kamed was very dangerous and that we should leave as soon as possible.”

"How's the situation at the airport?"

"It hasn't been affected yet, but Luo Hui said the airport is affected by the epidemic and may close at any time. The plane will take off before the airport closes, but we don't know exactly when!"

Ou Yang's heart sank: "Are there any cars on the road?"

Jiang Yuwei turned her gaze to the highway: "Yes, it's endless!"

Ouyang let out a sigh of relief: "From Kamed to the airport, we have to take the road south of the city. In the current situation, we simply can't set off... If we can't make it, so be it. Let's stick to our original plan and continue south!"

Jiang Yuwei felt disappointed: "Yes, Lao Zhu's condition is not very good. He must stay in bed and rest. We can't leave at this time."

The smell of spores in the air grew stronger, and Ouyang quickly said, "I have to move now. Old Zhu, I'm counting on you. I'll get back as soon as possible!"

"Okay!" Jiang Yuwei agreed and hung up the phone.

She glanced at her phone, then at the smoke-filled battlefield of Kamed, and suddenly felt a pang of worry.

Could such a serious conflict affect communication base stations?

Ouyang retrieved the drone, whose battery was almost depleted. Based on the initial location of the chaotic battle and the direction of its spread, he roughly determined which direction the spores came from and immediately headed in the opposite direction.

Coincidentally, we ended up going back the way we came, heading towards the manor!
It's a deserted place with few buildings, so even if it's covered by spore clouds, it doesn't matter—there aren't even any people there, so what kind of trouble could they cause?
The safety there is much better than in the city.

If the surrounding environment of the manor is suitable, it is not impossible to detour to the south of the city from there!
To avoid being ambushed by the paranoid old Americans on both sides of the street, Ouyang removed his night vision goggles, avoided the main road, and moved quickly through the shadows between the buildings like a ghost, arriving near the manor in no time.

The spore smell faded, but after leaping over a low wall, Ouyang suddenly smelled a faint scent of blood.

Upon closer inspection, a police officer with empty, lifeless eyes lay lying against the wall.

He suddenly paused for a moment, this seemed to be the police officer who was trying to save that fat guy, Ryan, and who had been shot twice by him!
Looking at this little villa in front of me, wow, isn't this where that fatso is staying?

Peeking out, I saw two armored vehicles parked on the lawn.

Looking closer to the window, they saw Ryan, his limbs wrapped in bandages like a mummy, half-lying on a large sofa, issuing orders. Seven or eight officers were relaying Ryan's commands to the officers.

Ou Yang grinned. "This guy's injured like this, and he's still pointing fingers here?"
It's said that enemies are destined to meet, and today, Brother Ou will teach you a lesson!
(End of this chapter)