Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 241 A Frenzied Escape
Ouyang couldn't take it anymore and was about to rush out when a disgruntled voice suddenly came from outside: "Hey, did you have to burn this thing at this time?"

The voice was muffled, clearly indicating that someone was wearing a protective mask.

Another equally frustrated voice responded: "Do you think I wanted to come?"

"Alright, enough with the nonsense, let's get out of this godforsaken place!" another voice said.

Ou Yang's heart tightened. Good heavens, there were so many American soldiers squatting in the toilet!

Luckily, we didn't crash into it.

Once everyone else had left, Ou Yang pushed open the cubicle door.

The American soldier thought it was a comrade who hadn't finished walking, but when he looked up, he was stunned: Why wasn't this person wearing a mask?

The next second, he saw Ouyang's attire clearly and instantly recalled the alarm from just now.

The American soldier's expression changed drastically, and he drew his gun while about to shout.

Ou Yang moved even faster, rushing out of the cubicle and punching his opponent in the temple.

The soldier didn't utter a sound and collapsed softly to the ground.

Ouyang glanced around and, finding no one else nearby, quickly dragged the American soldier behind the toilet and immediately began to strip him of his clothes.

As he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, a soldier whistling suddenly turned around from the front. Judging from his posture and movements, it seemed he wanted to relieve himself behind the toilet.

He was stunned to see two figures entangled on the ground, one of whom was kneeling between the legs of the other, his pants only half pulled down.

“Hey, I don’t discriminate against same-sex relationships, but can’t you guys find another place? Don’t you find it smelly?” He walked to the side and started urinating.

In the darkness, he could only see two blurry shadows and didn't notice that Ouyang's attire was off.

Ou Yang's face darkened. What kind of nonsense is this? I'm straight, straight, you're the gay one, your whole family are gay!

Whether you herd one sheep or two sheep, it's all the same. Ouyang suddenly sprang up and knocked down the whistling man.

After putting on the clothes he had taken from him, Ou Yang let out a long sigh of relief.

It's a bit too big, but I can barely wear it.

I took off the mask and put it on my face, and suddenly felt a bit stuffy.

But it doesn't matter. With this thing, everyone has the same face, and no one can see who is under the mask.

To prevent the two unfortunate souls from waking up and yelling, Ouyang improvised, first tying their arms with a belt, then stuffing their mouths with smelly socks, and finally shoving them into the same cubicle, posing them in a loving pose.

Now we are all alive!
Ou Yang chuckled and strode towards the kitchen.

He doesn't plan to take emergency food or anything like that. He'd like to get some individual rations if available, and canned food would be even better!
But after walking only a few steps, an American soldier came towards him. This guy had various insignia on his clothes, and several inverted V-shaped marks were drawn on the Velcro on his chest. It was hard to tell what his rank was.

I did manage to see the name tag; it had a very ordinary name on it: Henry.

Ouyang didn't know how to greet the American soldiers he encountered. Just as he was about to say something casually to get by, the other man suddenly blocked his way and asked in an annoyed tone, "Is the shit all burned yet?"

Walter?

Ou Yang was a little confused. So, you sent that dung-burning kid?
Why did you have to burn it instead of using other methods? Do you have a grudge against shit or something?

He didn't know how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

Henry pressed his advantage, jabbing Ouyang's chest with his finger: "I'm asking you a question, you... wait? Aren't you Frank?"

He suddenly noticed that the man was a bit small, but the name tag on his chest clearly said Frank.

Is there another Frank in the camp?

Ouyang had a bad feeling. He suddenly stepped forward and leaned in, wrapping his arm around the tall and strong Henry.

It looks like two people are embracing, but they are actually strangling each other.

Henry struggled fiercely, and Ouyang punched him in the ribs, the pain making him dizzy and almost faint.

Ouyang grabbed Henry's head and dragged him like a dead dog to the back of the toilet, knocked him unconscious again, and stuffed him into the toilet, where he became neighbors with two other unlucky guys.

He knew that the toilet was a busy place and not a good place to hide, so he had to hurry up to avoid any unforeseen problems!
So he jogged to the kitchen door, wondering what excuse he could use to get past the other people inside, when suddenly a greasy, fat man popped out of the tent.
"Hey, You!"

Ou Yang was taken aback, looking around.

"Hehe, what are you looking at? It's you!" the fat man said with displeasure.

Ou Yang pointed to himself, his gaze questioning.

The fat man turned and walked away: "Come with me!"

Ouyang wanted to refuse, but when she looked at the only inverted V on her chest, she gave up the idea.

Even someone with no common sense would know that this is the lowest military rank; to put it nicely, it's the foundation of the army; to put it bluntly, it's like being a lowly beast of burden.

Going against a fat guy could easily cause unnecessary trouble, and you'd be at a huge loss if you got exposed.

The longer we delay, the greater the chance of being exposed!

Ouyang gritted his teeth, wishing he could kick the fat man over and give him a good beating.
The fat man was completely oblivious and continued walking ahead on his own.

Ou Yang followed behind the fat man with resentment, his eyes scanning the fat man repeatedly, trying to figure out the most convenient place to strike.

The fat man walked straight to the truck parked by the roadside, took out his keys, and opened the cargo bed: "Come and give me a hand!"

Ouyang was quite surprised. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the vehicle was filled with all sorts of bags and boxes, as well as a STEED tactical trolley.

The two of them worked together to unload the handcart, and then took out several bags and boxes from the carriage and piled them all on the handcart.

"Take it to the kitchen!" the fat man said. "I'll wait for you here!"

Ouyang said nothing, but pondered in his mind how to get the handcart back.

The fat man rubbed his arms, turned around, climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and turned on the air conditioning.

Ouyang...

You sure know how to enjoy life, huh?
Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the direction of the restroom. Ou Yang's eye twitched, and he thought to himself, "Oh no!"

The fat man glanced at it curiously, but didn't pay it any mind, urging, "What are you looking at? Hurry up!"

Ou Yang clicked his tongue, then suddenly exerted force with both arms, managing to stuff the trolley full of boxes and bags back into the carriage.

The fat man's eyes widened in disbelief. Was this even human? Even a weightlifting champion wouldn't have this much strength!

Ouyang quickly closed the carriage, opened the door, and pulled the wide-eyed fat man out like a chicken, then jumped into the car.

The fat man was dazed and confused, but he quickly regained his senses and shouted at the top of his lungs, "What are you doing?"

Ouyang gave the fat man a raised middle finger, slammed on the gas pedal, the engine roared, and the truck accelerated abruptly, speeding along the deserted highway towards Kamed, leaving only two taillights fading into the distance. The fat man was completely dumbfounded. What was going on?
The chaos originating from the direction of the toilets was escalating, and a message quickly reached the fat man's ears: someone had infiltrated the camp!

His expression changed drastically, and he quickly reported that a truck had been stolen.

Although the delay was short, the camp was not large to begin with, and Ouyang floored the accelerator, the truck was already speeding towards the vicinity of the outpost at nearly 100 kilometers per hour.

The American soldiers guarding the checkpoint hadn't received any news yet, and seeing that it was their own vehicle, they didn't think much of it.

It wasn't until the truck, which showed no signs of slowing down, crashed into the barrier gate and broke the lifting arm that the nearby U.S. soldiers realized something was wrong.

Just then, news finally came from the rear: the truck had been stolen!

It was too late to stop them. The commander gave the order: "Chase!"

Two armored vehicles stepped out from the crowd and chased after the truck, tailing it.

The soldiers, who hadn't received any news yet, were completely confused. What kind of mission was this? Why were they driving the truck out?
Ouyang, having broken through the checkpoint, immediately drove the truck onto the main street.

Not long ago, he had fought a firefight with unidentified armed men on this street, and now he has done it again, which is quite a novel experience.

However, his escape was not without its challenges. The roads outside the city were unobstructed, allowing him to accelerate as much as he wanted.

But all the buildings in the median strip were destroyed, and the roads were littered with garbage and debris. Trucks traveling at high speeds drove over them, shaking violently as if they were having a seizure.

Ou Yang had no idea how to handle the situation. Remembering the videos of military vehicles going over obstacles online, he immediately tried to imitate them, gripping the steering wheel while continuing to floor the accelerator.

The heavy truck swept through the deserted streets at nearly 100 kilometers per hour, like a gust of wind.

Crossing the 500-meter-wide safety barrier takes only twenty seconds.

At this moment, the US armored vehicles had just started moving and had not yet picked up speed, leaving the trucks far behind.

Over the radio, the exasperated commander roared, "Fire! Fire! Stop him!"
The American soldiers carried out the order without hesitation. The machine guns on the armored vehicles roared deadly, and a barrage of bullets lashed out like a flaming whip in the hand of a demon, striking the truck's rear with a series of loud clangs.

But the truck was also armored, and bullets that hit it sparked but failed to penetrate the cargo compartment.

Ou Yang jerked the steering wheel. The car was going too fast and the two inner wheels suddenly lifted off the ground. The car crashed into the wall on the side of the road, preventing it from overturning.

Inside the carriage, unsecured handcarts, laden with boxes and bags, crashed into the hastily closed carriage doors.

With a muffled thud, the carriage door opened, and the handcart flew out of the carriage, landed on the ground, spun around, and crashed into the wall before overturning.

At the same time, many boxes and bags flew out of the carriage and crashed all over the ground.

The truck was out of the armored vehicle's sight, but the firing did not stop. Instead, it swept across the turning truck, effortlessly destroying the roadside buildings.

Old Mi, who had usurped the nest, was hiding well when disaster struck. He was shot in a hail of bullets, his flesh torn apart, and he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

At the same time, several shells fell, hitting not only the road but also collapsing a house.

An unexpected situation occurred: the flour left on the road was scattered in the explosion, creating an even more violent dust explosion that destroyed several houses on both sides of the street in one fell swoop. Houses further away were also affected by the blast wave, with shattered glass scattered all over the ground.

Even the armored vehicle following behind almost crashed into the explosion site and had to brake suddenly to a stop.

When the explosion ended, the American soldiers in the vehicle were stunned to find that there was only ruins on both sides. The once flat street had been blown into a crater more than a person deep, and there were several craters the size of washbasins next to it.

The crowd looked at each other in disbelief. Was the power of a dust explosion really that great?

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the craters were not left by an explosion, but rather by a road collapse that exposed the sewers.

The American soldiers in the vehicle looked at the ditch with despair; there was absolutely no way to move forward.

When Ou Yang saw the explosion in the rearview mirror, he was overjoyed, thinking that he had shaken off his pursuers.

But he was too happy too soon. The drones in the air had already been watching the truck and were constantly sending its coordinates back to the rear.

The mortar, which had just caused trouble, opened fire again, with shells falling on both sides of the truck.

Ou Yang was horrified, his back teeth almost grinding to powder, and he kept cursing Mi Jun's female immediate family members in his mind.

The real battlefield is nothing more than this. What merit do I have to deserve such preferential treatment from the US military?

He suddenly regretted his impulsive act of stealing the car, but by then it was too late.

Ouyang dared not slow down and could only keep changing direction, using the buildings to temporarily obscure the truck's tracks.

It might work for a while, but not forever. The truck can't escape the drone's line of sight, and the next shell might just hit it squarely.

Continuing to hide will only lead to death!
Seeing the open carriage in the rearview mirror, Ou Yang's heart skipped a beat. As he turned, he suddenly braked, and several boxes and bags flew out of the carriage due to inertia.

A smile appeared on Ouyang's face. He immediately turned the steering wheel all the way, and the truck crashed into a house on the side of the street.

As soon as the car stopped, Ou Yang jumped out, took off his mask, and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Run!"

He took off his shirt as he ran and tossed it aside.

Unable to take off his pants while running, he simply grabbed the waistband and ripped them apart.

Ouyang was wearing his own clothes underneath, all black, which provided better camouflage at night than the stolen military uniform.

Old Mi, who occupied the house, had no idea what was happening. He only knew that there had been gunfire for a while. Although he was stunned by the truck that suddenly crashed in, he heard someone shout "Run!" and immediately rushed out of his house.

It wasn't that I trusted Ouyang, this stranger, but rather that I instinctively sensed danger.

Just as a group of excited old Americans rushed out, the whistling of falling shells could be heard overhead. Ouyang leaped over the wall.

With a muffled thud, the houses behind us were hit by artillery shells and instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Without stopping, Ou Yang rushed to the nearby intersection and carried several scattered boxes and bags into the nearest house as quickly as possible.

The old man who occupied the place was immediately taken aback.

Ou Yang immediately pointed outside: "There are still some on the street, if we don't grab them now, we won't be able to get any!"

With a loud bang, the rice boiled over and everyone rushed onto the street to grab the scattered food.

Some of the old men even tried to take advantage of Ouyang, but Ouyang shot and killed them without hesitation.

Gunshots could be heard outside as well; it was the Americans fighting over food.

Gunshots rang out not only in the nearby streets, but also in the distance.

Ouyang knew he couldn't stay here long and was worried about not having a means of transportation when he suddenly noticed a shopping cart in the corner that he had somehow taken from a supermarket.

That's it!

Ouyang dropped all the boxes and bags onto the car, then pulled down the curtain to cover it. He left the house through the back door, quickly evacuated the scene, and disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)