Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 238 Death Penalty, Immediate Execution

The military convoy wasn't large, consisting of only a dozen or twenty vehicles, mostly armored vehicles with machine guns mounted on their roofs, along with a few armored off-road vehicles and trucks.

They rampaged through the area, with the Americans scrambling to avoid them. One car, moving a little slower, was hit by an armored vehicle that was chasing it, causing it to spin 180 degrees and nearly veer off the road.

The elderly people on the bus dared not speak out in anger, and the elderly people nearby could only cast sympathetic glances at them.

Ou Yang was quite surprised: So arrogant?
The convoy sped along and soon entered Kamed.

However, they did not venture deep into the city. Instead, they set up a checkpoint at the northern exit of the city, with more than a dozen armored vehicles lined up in a row, their guns and cannons pointed at the city.

More accurately, it refers to the group of people planning to head north.

The Americans were astonished to find that every American soldier was wearing a full protective suit, completely sealed off, with cold and ruthless eyes hidden behind the masks.

Immediately, the American soldiers dispersed the Americans who were near the checkpoint. They were like one-way valves stuck at the intersection; Americans heading south could enter the city, but Americans heading north were not allowed to pass and could only look at the checkpoint with longing.

At first, they simply refused, but more and more American soldiers poured into Kamed, trying every means to get to the outpost, hoping that the American troops guarding the outpost would give them a break.

The result, naturally, was that there was no room for compromise.

Some American soldiers brazenly bypassed the checkpoints, and the American soldiers guarding them acted as if they didn't see them.

However, since vehicles cannot pass through without taking the highway, Lao Mi, who has to take a detour, can only measure the land on foot.

Even so, many Americans would rather work their legs to continue heading north.

During this period, more and more elderly people poured into Kamed from both the north and south, and the city became overcrowded.

Some clever ones immediately called on their friends and family to occupy empty rooms, finding themselves a place to stay first.

Before long, all the empty houses in the city were filled with old rice migrants.

Some elderly Americans dragged corpses that had been beaten to death at some unknown time out of their houses and brazenly threw them on the street, where passersby didn't even bother to give them a second glance.

The US troops guarding the checkpoint remained indifferent, acting as if nothing had happened.

With too many people and too few houses, conflicts quickly erupted. Some elderly Americans even started shooting each other over ownership of their homes; the losers died and the winners got to live in the houses.

Ouyang really wanted to ask those guys who set fire to the house if they regretted it now.

The gang set their sights on Jason Biochemical's factory again, and a large group of people gathered to launch an attack, causing another fierce conflict in the city.

The locals, who had nowhere else to retreat, risked their lives to defend their last stronghold.

The invading Americans weren't as aggressive, but they outnumbered us all. We drove off one wave only to be met with another, and the chaos never ended.

The locals were running out of ammunition quickly and had to resort to poison gas as their last resort.

The gang immediately withdrew and then changed tactics, launching an attack from several directions simultaneously.

They have enough manpower, so attacking from multiple points is not a problem.

The locals in the factory were different. They had limited manpower and insufficient ammunition, so they had to disperse their forces to deal with the enemy from all directions. As a result, the more they dispersed, the weaker their firepower became. They quickly ran out of resources and suffered unnecessary casualties. They had to abandon the outer firing points and actively shrink their battle lines to avoid being defeated one by one by the enemy.

The conflict between the two sides was extremely fierce, and the intense gunfire could be heard clearly even in the suburbs, but the American soldiers on the outpost did not make any move.

Ou Yang and Jiang Yuwei exchanged glances, guessing that the mission these American soldiers had been given was to block the roads leading north, but to ignore everything that was happening in the city was going too far.

The gang finally stormed into the factory, but the bandits at the front didn't see a single person. They only saw several large plastic buckets lying on the ground and unidentified liquids flowing everywhere.

An indescribable smell filled the air.

The bandits immediately turned pale and ran away.

But this time, no poison gas or any other accidents occurred, and the bandits were quickly driven back by their respective bosses.

This time, the bandits took much longer to enter, but after only a short while, a burst of gunfire suddenly erupted from the factory.

The gang leaders immediately got excited and herded the bandits into the factory like ducks.

Good thing they fired! Firing means they've found the hidden locals, which means they can quickly wipe out the remaining enemies and completely take control of the building!
No matter how bad the factory building is, it is still made of reinforced concrete, and in terms of strength alone, it is incomparable to ordinary wooden houses.

Several gangs could easily join forces and turn Jason Chemical into a formidable fortress!

Just as the gang leaders were happily dreaming, a group of thugs fled in panic, shouting repeatedly, "They're crazy! They're crazy! They're all crazy!"

Before the gang leaders could figure out what was going on, another group of bandits rushed out, their eyes bloodshot, shooting at anyone they saw, not caring whether they were their comrades or not.

Everyone's expression changed simultaneously. They were all too familiar with this situation. Wasn't this just an infected person who had lost their mind?

No one investigated what had happened inside the factory. The gang leaders immediately ordered their men to open fire, killing all their former comrades who had gone mad.

North of the city outpost.

The detection equipment in the hands of an American soldier suddenly emitted a piercing alarm, while at the same time, red warning lights flashed incessantly.

The American soldiers present tensed up, and the captain in charge of the unit waved his hand: "Spores found! Disperse the crowd immediately!"

Although the military forbids them from heading north, many Americans remain hopeful, gathering near the checkpoints in anticipation of a change in circumstances.

A voice echoed throughout: "Attention everyone, move away from the checkpoint immediately, or you will face the consequences... Repeat, move away from the checkpoint immediately—"

Some of the older Americans realized something was wrong and quickly moved away.

Some longtime fans refused to believe it and remained in their original locations.

Many people simply don't know what to do and just follow the crowd.

When the shouting failed to work, the captain waved his hand again, and with a few thuds from the armored vehicle, smoke canisters were thrown into the crowd, releasing tear gas.

The crowd immediately descended into chaos.

The military continued to issue a warning: "Everyone stay away from the checkpoint, or you will face the consequences..."

Before he could finish speaking, gunfire suddenly erupted from somewhere, bullets hitting the armored vehicle and scattering sparks.

The captain's expression changed: "Command center, Team E is under fire and requests permission to open fire; repeat, Team E requests permission to return fire!"

"Team E, limited counterattacks are permitted!"

"Team E, understood!" the captain ordered disappointedly, "Warning fire!"

At a command, an armored vehicle fired a shot into the air, the muffled gunfire echoing from afar.

The crowd grew even more chaotic, and more American soldiers took advantage of the confusion to open fire. Gunfire rang out continuously around the checkpoint, with bullets hitting the armored vehicles repeatedly. All the American soldiers huddled inside the vehicles, leaving no one outside.

The captain continued calling out: "Command center, Team E is under attack by a large mob, requesting unlimited counterattack... Repeat, detectors have detected spores, requesting unlimited counterattack!"

There was a moment of silence on the radio, and the captain felt uneasy.

After a long while, a voice finally rang out: "Counterattack is permitted!"

The captain breathed a sigh of relief: "Attention all personnel, free fire—"

In an instant, all the sounds around seemed to disappear, but the next second, more than a dozen armored vehicles opened fire at the same time, and the flying bullets swept across the crowd, and blood and flesh flew everywhere, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

The elderly people who had gathered nearby scattered in a panic, and no one else approached.

If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!
The captain sneered, inwardly justifying himself: Blame yourselves for being so blind and insisting on coming over!
In fact, he had already received orders to act expediently if necessary, meaning that if the situation could not be controlled, he could resolve it by force without consulting his superiors.

But the captain was cautious and asked for permission before firing.

This was, after all, firing at ordinary Americans. Even if the other side fired first, it would be difficult to explain the situation afterwards.

If he were to directly order the firing, he might end up bearing enormous responsibility and taking the blame for someone else.

Asking for permission before firing makes all the difference. All communications are recorded, so no matter what happens, the higher-ups can't pin the blame on him.

It doesn't matter if the higher-ups don't give orders; the brothers can just hide in the armored vehicles, and it won't be his responsibility even if the mob breaks through the blockade.

However, the command center clearly understood the importance of the matter and did not make the mistake of refusing to give the order.

After dispersing the crowd, the captain continued to call out: "Command center, the crowd has been dispersed!"

"Immediately determine the source of the spores!"

"Command center, Team E is understrength and requests backup!" The captain refused to agree at all.

Are you kidding me? His orders were to stay here and prevent the crowd from heading north. What if a group of people were sent out to investigate the source of the spores and the mob broke through the blockade?
Besides, if you're guarding the intersection, you only need to pay attention to the dangers coming from the front. If you enter the city, dangers may appear from all directions. If a few armored vehicles are destroyed by rioters, whose responsibility will it be?

This time, the command center did not compromise and said in a very firm tone: "I don't care what methods you use, find out the source of the spores immediately!"

The captain's lips twitched, and he replied helplessly, "Understood!"

He knew very well when he could negotiate and when he had to obey.

Moments later, the US troops split into two teams. Two-thirds remained in place to continue blocking the intersection, while the other third formed an investigation team and entered the city to investigate the source of the spores.

According to intelligence obtained by the military, as of yesterday afternoon, no infected individuals had been found in Kamed. However, spores were detected in the air in just one day, indicating that there is a 99% chance that infected individuals were among the elderly who fled the epidemic area.

A line of five armored vehicles moved through the streets and alleys, with American soldiers inside constantly monitoring the surrounding situation. At the slightest sign of trouble, they would immediately open fire.

The local Americans were very vigilant. No one dared to provoke the military at this time. They all hid quietly. Those who had nowhere to hide stood obediently by the roadside and dared not make the slightest move.

Old Mi knows the nature of American soldiers all too well; they don't care who you are, and they won't hesitate to take action when necessary.

The investigation team made several stops along the way and quickly arrived near the factory.

The bandits gathered nearby fell silent, their eyes first burning with desire, then burning with lust as they looked at the armored vehicle, their desire to possess it completely undisguised.

But they only think about it; they would only attack military armored vehicles if they were suicidal.

The investigation team quickly determined that the spores came from this factory, and the American soldiers in the truck had no intention of getting out; they simply broke down the gate and drove into the factory building.

Soon after, the soldiers found a shockingly large number of artificially cultivated pneumococci in a laboratory deep inside the factory.

Not only that, they also found some old rice that was tinkering with phantom lung bacteria.

The soldiers immediately reported the situation to the captain, who nearly went crazy and quickly contacted the command center.

After the situation was explained, the command center replied: "You are in charge. Handle it according to Order No. 7 issued by the Miyako Palace."

The captain's gaze sharpened: "Understood, proceed according to Order No. 7... When will the reinforcements arrive?"

"immediately!"

A few minutes later, Team B arrived, and the captain immediately handed over control of the outpost and led his troops to the factory.

The investigation team has taken control of the factory, particularly the laboratory.

After the captain arrived, he immediately took the old rice that had been concocting the pneumococcal bacteria out of the factory. Then, he found dozens more old rice in the factory.

When asked about pneumococcus, some said they didn't know, some said they only found out about it today while hiding in the factory, and some remained silent.

The captain didn't bother with right or wrong; he picked out the suspects, especially Old Mi caught in the lab, and gave them a severe beating. Soon, he obtained a batch of information whose veracity was unknown.

But it doesn't matter. The captain doesn't care whether the news is true or false, as long as he can report back to his superiors.

He waved his hand and said to the American soldiers guarding the prisoners, "That's enough. Proceed according to Order No. 7."

The soldiers were momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered and led all the old rice involved with phantom lung bacteria to the open space in front of the factory: "Hands behind your head, kneel down, kneel down!"

The captain strode to the front of the group of American soldiers and said in a deep voice, "According to the Emergency Order No. 7 issued by the US Palace, I hereby sentence everyone to death, to be carried out immediately!"

The old man kneeling on the ground erupted in an uproar: "What Order No. 7? Where did this Order No. 7 come from!"

They questioned the captain's explanation, shouted that it was none of their business, and struggled to stand up, only to be kicked hard in the back of the knee by the American soldiers behind them.

"Not convinced?" The captain asked expressionlessly. "The contents of Emergency Order No. 7 are very simple: anyone who has unauthorized contact with, research, or cultivation of phantom lung bacteria or spores will be prosecuted for treason. This order is effective immediately... I have no grudge against you, but who told you to have contact with phantom lung bacteria? Sorry, everyone!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to look in other directions.

bang bang bang...

Dozens of gunshots rang out in succession, and dozens of American soldiers fell into pools of blood.

The soldiers then gathered all the corpses inside and outside the factory, poured gasoline on them, and set them on fire, burning all the corpses that might have inhaled the spores.

The laboratory where the phantom lung bacteria were cultivated was also burned to the ground.

Even the bandits in the vicinity were ordered by the military not to leave and to await identification.

Soon after the news spread, the elderly Americans stranded in Kamed were in an uproar.

(End of this chapter)