Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 237 I have a situation here.

Throughout the entire morning, a steady stream of people and vehicles arrived from the south, with no break in sight.

The vast majority of people have no intention of staying; they come and go in a hurry.

They were highly vigilant about everything, not approaching anyone proactively, yet allowing anyone to approach them without permission; the atmosphere among the crowd was extremely strange.

Ouyang roughly calculated that hundreds of vehicles of various models passed by in just one hour, and the total number of people passing through Kamed in just one morning was at least tens of thousands.

For Dongda University, tens of thousands of people are really nothing. A large concert can gather 30,000 to 50,000 people, so it's not a big deal at all.

But it's different for Americans. This place is sparsely populated, with the most populous state having only over 30 million people, which is about the same as the most populous city in the country.

There are only ten states with a population of over ten million, and five states have a population of less than one million.

What about Dongda? There are nearly a hundred prefectures with a population of over one million.

The population of Muscovy is only in the middle range in the entire United States. In a small place like Kamed, tens of thousands of people pass through in just one morning. You can imagine how many Americans have fled their homes.

As for the pandemic itself, it may not be that serious.

The ever-spreading germs, the rumors that are hard to distinguish between true and false, the atmosphere of panic, the rapidly deteriorating public security... all of these have dealt an extremely serious blow to the original social order.

Ouyang believes that this is the fundamental reason why a large number of old Americans are rushing to leave!
The elderly who remain in the city make up only a small fraction of the total population, but for Kamed today, the number is still too large.

Before entering the city, these people had no possessions other than their guns; once inside, they were like rats falling into a granary, their eyes bloodshot as they frantically robbed the local residents.

The conflict between the two sides intensified, with gunfire erupting in waves, threatening to surpass the intensity of the previous night's attack.

In just one morning, more than a dozen groups of uninvited guests came to vie for the temporary campsite.

Ouyang emptied six ammunition belts and more than twenty magazines, consuming more than a thousand rounds of ammunition, leaving behind dozens of corpses.

Is it easy to get some bullets? He felt he had lost out big time.

The pile of corpses stunned the old rice behind, barely deterring the greed of those who came later.

An old American with a mischievous streak got hold of a wooden plank from somewhere and put it up as a warning sign by the roadside, warning the other Americans not to run over there to their deaths, and even less to try to raid the temporary camp.

In the afternoon, the sky finally cleared, and the warm sunlight shone on the earth.

But the situation in Kamed did not change; in fact, it went a step further—the outsiders no longer engaged in small-scale skirmishes, but instead formed a large group that swept through the area, looting every house along the way.

Many houses were set on fire, and thick smoke once again enveloped Kamed.

Even from far outside the city, one could smell a faint aroma of smoke.

Ou Yang's expression was more serious than ever before. He solemnly warned Jiang Yuwei and Zhu Yiming: "These people are no longer refugees who have fled, but outright bandits and outlaws!"

A shadow fell over his face: "Remember this, when you encounter these people, never hold back!"

Zhu and Jiang both agreed wholeheartedly.

Faced with the gang's powerful offensive, the surviving locals had no choice but to flee their homes.

It seemed that someone had organized and arranged it in advance. They did not flee randomly, but retreated to the northwest and eventually gathered in a factory with a large area.

The building is made of reinforced concrete, and the words "Jason Biochemical" are in italics above the exterior wall.
Before long, hundreds of locals, filled with grief and indignation, gathered in the factory.

They were all filled with righteous indignation and wished they could immediately fight back and wipe out all the invading bandits, but they were outnumbered and lacked strong leadership and a tight organization, so it was just wishful thinking on their part.

The gang members sensed something was wrong and quickly made their way to the vicinity of the factory.

Knowing that the factory would not be easy to attack, the bandits simply gathered near the factory and did not launch an attack.

Inside the factory, a young white man, unable to contain his anger, fired from the window at the distant bandits.

The crowd was already on the verge of collapse when they heard the gunshots. A large group of locals joined in, and in the ensuing chaos, more than a dozen outsiders were killed or wounded.

The gunshots attracted the attention of more bandits, and soon a large number of them arrived, gathering in the vicinity of the factory in the short time.

Many of the bandits already knew each other and greeted each other familiarly. Among them, the older bandits, especially the black ones, clapped and punched each other in various fancy ways, as if exchanging secret signals.

This set of movements alone cannot be learned in a short period of time.

Although there were many bandits who gathered, they were clearly not a single group. The leaders among them quickly huddled together and began to discuss their plans.

Soon after, an old black man with a curly beard stepped out, hid behind an SUV, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted into the factory.

His voice was too soft, and the drone was flying too high, so no one could hear what he was shouting.

The answer from Curly Beard was a string of bullets coming from inside the factory!

No one was hit, but all the bandits were furious.

The leaders huddled together again to discuss the matter, but before they could reach a conclusion, a police car drove up from a distance, and several black men jumped out of the car with their mouths almost stretched to their ears, laughing like idiots.

It wasn't that Ouyang was intentionally belittling them, but the old black man's appearance was like he hadn't evolved properly, retaining ape-like facial features, coupled with that idiotic smile, making people feel that they should be given some special care.

Ape Black leaned close to Curly Beard and said a few words. The latter nodded vigorously, pulled a microphone with a slingshot string attached from the police car, and said a few words.

Curly-haired Beard looked at Ape Black suspiciously, who quickly got into the car, fiddled with it for a bit, and then turned around and gave an OK sign.

Curly-bearded man tried it out, and a whooshing sound came from the police car's electric horn.

He was finally satisfied and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Listen up, you inside! You're surrounded! Hand over your food, water, and ammunition, and we'll guarantee your safety! Otherwise, once we break in, none of your men will survive!"

"Go to hell, you damned bugs!" the local in the factory retorted sharply, followed by another burst of bullets.

Curly-haired Beard's face darkened. He turned around and shrugged at the others, meaning, "I can't do anything about it. You guys figure it out."

The gang leaders were all a bit scratching their heads. One said that the locals had fled in such a hurry that they didn't have time to take any supplies with them, so there was no need to attack. He suggested that they surround the area without attacking and search all the other places except the factory first.

Some people say that although the locals fled in a hurry, they must have carried their most important belongings with them, so they must be beaten, and beaten severely.

Some people said that there are too few people now, and it would be best to bring in more people so that they can take over the factory in one fell swoop with their overwhelming strength.

A group of people, each saying their own thing, can't convince anyone else.

During this time, more and more bandits gathered, each one eyeing the area with predatory intent.

No one knew what was inside the factory; they simply gathered there out of herd mentality.

Far away in the suburbs, Ouyang couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the locals living in the factory.

However, before the gang leaders could reach a conclusion, several large, open plastic barrels suddenly rolled out of the factory, spilling a clear liquid all over the ground.

Smoke rose from above the liquid, and an extremely pungent acidic smell choked the surrounding bandits, causing them to flee.

Before the bandits could get far, the mixed liquids reacted violently, and a layer of yellowish-green gas appeared on top of the liquids.

The gas spread with the wind, and even the most clueless bandits nearby knew something was wrong. They all scattered like startled rabbits. Those who ran fast were unharmed, while those who ran slowly inhaled the yellowish-green gas and coughed violently, their eyes and noses running.

Ouyang suddenly realized: "This is chlorine gas?"

"It seems so!" Jiang Yuwei nodded.

Aside from chlorine, there shouldn't be any other gas that is this color.

"Wow, they're even using chemical weapons?" Ouyang exclaimed, but he didn't find it strange.

Biochemical engineering is still chemical engineering, so it must have a lot of chemical drugs in stock.

To laypeople, the names of various chemical drugs are like a foreign language; they may recognize each individual character, but when put together, they have no idea what it is.

But for experts, they can easily create all sorts of toxic gases by just finding a few raw materials.

Ouyang thought it would be simpler to handle flammable and explosive gases, but without a suitable container, reckless actions would inevitably harm himself and others.

Chlorine is different. It's heavier than air, so even without a gas mask, it's fine. Just find a high place to hide for a while and you'll be safe.

The gangsters generally had low levels of education, and many of them didn't know what chlorine was. In the end, it was an old man who stepped forward and explained it to everyone, and only then did they realize that what they had just seen was a toxic gas.

The leaders already had differing opinions, and after this series of twists and turns, they completely gave up on building the factory.

Who knows what else is inside? What if they manage to get in and then release another wave of poison gas?
That thing is not something they can handle.

The siege was thus lifted.

The bandit leaders and their henchmen continued their looting, and the locals in the factory dared not venture out. The two sides inadvertently reached an agreement, forming a strange and fragile balance.

For the next period of time, everything proceeded as planned, and the flow of people heading north never stopped, only the flow was not as large as before, and the number continued to decline.

Ou Yang and Jiang Yuwei also ran out of energy and their spirits were getting worse.

The two of them have been without sleep for more than 30 hours since yesterday and are exhausted.

Ou Yang could still hold on, but Jiang Yuwei had reached her limit, her head nodding incessantly like a chick pecking at rice.

"Go get some sleep, and come back to relieve me when you're well-rested!" With that, Ouyang couldn't help but yawn.

He wasn't feeling well either, and really wanted to get some spores to smell.

Jiang Yuwei didn't refuse at all, nor did she go back to the RV. She closed her eyes, felt her way to the back of the armored vehicle, lay down, and immediately fell asleep as soon as her head touched the seat.

Ou Yang couldn't help but cast an envious glance at him.

I just want to cover my head and sleep like a log!
He quickly thought of Zhu Yiming again. That kid slept so well. Why could he keep resting when he was injured?
Ou Yang was indignant and had a strong urge to drag Zhu Yiming out and make him a lookout.

Jiang Yuwei in the back compartment started snoring happily, and Ou Yang couldn't help but chuckle to himself, not taking it to heart.

But the snoring was like a lullaby; after listening for only a short while, his eyelids started to droop, and he almost fell asleep.

Ou Yang rubbed his face vigorously, stood up and walked around a few times to prevent himself from falling asleep unintentionally.

The current situation is too complicated and too dangerous. Even hiding in an armored vehicle cannot guarantee safety. Someone must stay alert.

Time slowly passed, and every second was agonizing.

Ou Yang held on for several hours until Jiang Yuwei got up to take over the shift.

She hadn't slept enough, but she forced herself to get up.

Ou Yang didn't stand on ceremony at all; he fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

After an unknown amount of time, Ou Yang suddenly heard Jiang Yuwei's voice: "Ou Yang, wake up, wake up quickly!"

Suddenly waking from his slumber, Ou Yang sat up abruptly, startling Jiang Yuwei, who patted her wildly beating heart: "What are you doing? You scared me to death!"

Ou Yang rubbed his sleepy eyes; his head was still spinning.

I glanced at the time and was speechless: "Sister, you're calling me after only an hour?"

Jiang Yuwei pointed to the city: "Something's happened!"

Ou Yang instantly snapped out of it and gave the other person a questioning look.

Jiang Yuwei explained, "A group of Americans just came from the north and entered the city not long ago!"

What the hell?
Ou Yang's already confused mind became even more muddled: "Did they come back from the north, or did they come from the north?"

If those in the south flee north, and those in the north flee south, that would be quite interesting.

Jiang Yuwei shook her head: "I don't know!"

Ou Yang piloted the drone to the north of the city and immediately saw a large number of vehicles coming from the north highway.

Meanwhile, vehicles from the south continued to enter the city, with vehicles from both directions converging on one point, quickly filling the city's roads.

Like a blood clot that is difficult to remove, it blocked the most critical blood vessel.

Even so, vehicles continued to pour into the city, forcing subsequent vehicles to leave the main road and gradually spread throughout the urban area.

Ou Yang's head hurt even more; he felt like something was wrong.

Just then, the phone rang; it was Luo Hui calling.

As soon as the call connected, I heard a familiar voice: "Ouyang, there's something I need to tell you."

"Well, tell me!"

"We just received a message from above. So far, no other organisms other than humans have been found in Kamed."

Ou Yang suddenly had a bad feeling: "So what?"

"If possible, could you try to get some samples back?" Luo Hui's voice was a little weak. "This is not an order. It depends on your specific situation. If you can, then do it. If you can't, then forget it."

Ouyang thought for a moment and said, "Can I ask what the purpose of making this is?"

"Of course, it's for research!" Luo Hui said.

Ouyang sighed: "I'll do my best, but I can't guarantee success."

"It's okay, just do your best."

Jiang Yuwei suddenly nudged Ou Yang, who leaned closer to the screen and immediately saw a convoy of fully equipped military vehicles appear on the highway in the north of the city.

They herded all the Americans heading north back to Kamed, like chasing ducks.

Ou Yang's gaze sharpened: "Old Luo, I also have a situation here!"
(End of this chapter)