Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 242 Emergency Evacuation

Ouyang pushed the shopping cart and ran wildly through the midnight streets, the increasingly intense gunshots fading into the distance.

He wanted to take more food back with him, but at this point, even the slightest hesitation or greed could lead to unpredictable and fatal consequences.

Now that we've achieved our goal, it's best to leave as soon as possible.

boom--

Suddenly, a muffled thunderous roar came from behind, and the intense gunfire stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had drawn a large pause.

Ou Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickened his pace.

The road was littered with debris, forcing me to frequently change direction to avoid it, which severely impacted my running speed.

At this moment, Ouyang was highly focused, keeping his eyes and ears open.

He had already prepared a plan: if he encountered a robbery, he would immediately abandon the shopping cart, quickly shoot and kill the enemy, and then push the cart away.

A perfect shopping cart version that works everywhere.

However, they encountered no accidents until they broke out of the city.

Most likely, the unsuspecting Americans were intimidated by the firepower of the US military and hid in corners like rats, afraid to show their faces.

As midnight approached, the highway, shrouded in darkness, was deserted. Ouyang was finally able to catch his breath, slowed down, and strolled among the numerous vehicles.

Some of the elderly Americans slept in their cars by the roadside. They had discovered Ouyang's whereabouts, but they all obediently hid and refused to come out.

In the US, everyone carries a gun, so for safety reasons, most people don't go out after dark. If they must go out, they always drive and never walk.

These old folks are far from home, but they have retained their habits. Even though Ouyang is all alone, no one dares to cause him any trouble.

What if it's bait?

The further away from the city, the dimmer the light became. Ouyang didn't have night vision goggles, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, so he instinctively slowed his pace.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the darkness, and a man gritted his teeth and said, "Hold her down!"

In Chinese, "he" and "she" sound the same, but this is the United States, and the man said "she"!

Ou Yang's eyes narrowed, and he immediately picked up his rifle and gently pressed the button to turn on his tactical light.

Bright lights dispelled the darkness and illuminated a SuperVan parked on the side of the road. An elderly black man was about to close the door when he was hit by the tactical lights and froze instantly.

There were two men in the car, holding down a struggling woman whose long, white legs gleamed brightly under the lights.

"Law...!" Old Hei was blinded by the light and blurted out half a curse before he saw that the other person was holding a submachine gun. He immediately swallowed the rest of the sentence.

One of the two men in the car was stunned when he saw Ou Yang.

The other one continued to control the woman, muttering curses under his breath.

Ou Yang sighed. How desperate was he? Even at a time like this, he still couldn't resist taking advantage of a woman.

"Stop!" Ou Yang's voice was calm, but the lustful old man, Mi, was as if struck by lightning, turning around stiffly like a puppet.

The woman seized the opportunity to break free of her grip: "Help!"

Ou Yang yanked the lever, cocking the bullet with a click: "Keep your hand where I can see you, and slow down!"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman, now only in her underwear, kicked away the old man who was pinning her down and stumbled out, blocking the gun barrel.

Ou Yang had a bad feeling and immediately turned off the lights and moved to the side. Relying entirely on his memory, he fired several shots into the car. The gunshots briefly illuminated the surroundings, appearing in different locations each time, as if the one holding the gun was a ghost.

The bullet pierced the car window, and the shattered glass rattled as the woman immediately covered her head and crouched on the ground.

The car also flashed a few times, but then stopped moving immediately.

As the gunshots rang out, the Americans hiding in their cars nearby immediately peered out to observe the situation.

It's not about watching the spectacle, but about observing what's happening here to provide a basis for our next actions!
Ouyang fired all his remaining ammunition in one go, then replaced the magazine by feel and turned on his tactical light again.

Upon discovering a nearly naked woman lying on the ground, Old Mi, who was watching, immediately guessed what had happened.

Similar incidents have happened far too many times, to the point that many people have become numb to them.

Having determined that the person who fired the shot was not the source of danger, many Americans secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still kept a close eye on the scene.

Ouyang looked into the car and saw one black man and two white men, each of them riddled with bullets. The two white men were already dead, and only the seriously wounded black man was still alive.

One in black and two in white were carrying guns, but they were too slow and were shot dead by Ou Yang before they could fire.

Bang bang... Bang!

Just as the woman was about to get up, another gunshot rang out, and she fell to the ground once more.

Ou Yang fired, blowing the heads off one black man and two white men, ensuring all three were completely dead, before putting away his gun and squatting down in front of the woman: "Are you alright?"

The woman didn't speak, but sat on the ground and shook her head.

"Can you stand up?" Ouyang asked again.

The woman nodded and stood up, holding onto the car door.

Ou Yang glanced at him; his figure was decent, but his looks were just average—nothing special.

"Is this car yours?" Ou Yang asked.

Although he rescued the woman, he had no inappropriate thoughts and no intention of finding a new companion. Therefore, he neither asked the woman's name nor cared whether she had any companions, maintaining the necessary boundaries.

"No, it's not." The woman shook her head.

“That’s mine!” Ou Yang immediately pulled the body out of the car. “Let’s go, and be careful next time.”

Reality isn't a movie. The woman who nearly fell into the abyss had no intention of getting involved with Ou Yang. She thanked him and quickly got into a car not far away.

Ouyang moved all the supplies he had managed to steal into the car, stepped on the gas, and drove off in the SuperVan.

Well, this thing is actually a small van, similar to a minivan in China.

The journey continued smoothly, and Ou Yang soon returned to the temporary camp. He first used his tactical light to send the pre-arranged code, and only after receiving a response from Jiang Yuwei did he drive over.

If you approach without giving the signal, you'll inevitably get shot by an M249.

As soon as the car stopped, Jiang Yuwei came out to greet him: "Ouyang, are you alright? There are guns and cannons in the city, what happened?"

Ever since Ou Yang left, she had been feeling uneasy. Seeing that Ou Yang was safe and sound, she finally felt relieved.

"Where's Lao Zhu?" Ou Yang carried the stolen boxes onto the armored vehicle. "He's been asleep for a while." Jiang Yuwei offered to help, hugging one of the boxes but unable to lift it.

She was taken aback: "What is so heavy?"

When Ou Yang was carrying it, it didn't seem that heavy.

"I got two bags of flour, a box of luncheon meat, and two boxes of individual rations." Ouyang easily hugged the boxes to his chest. "This should be luncheon meat."

Jiang Yuwei's eyes widened. Flour? Canned food? And individual rations?

None of these things are easy to handle, are they?

"Hurry up and wake Old Zhu up, we need to leave right away!" Ou Yang urged repeatedly.

"Now?" Jiang Yuwei's already dizzy head became even more confused.

“Yes!” Ou Yang climbed into the RV and moved everything that needed to be moved onto the armored vehicle. The first thing he moved was Zhu Yiming.

Before long, the fairly spacious carriage was filled with miscellaneous items.

Ouyang abandoned the RV and only drove away with the armored vehicle.

To be honest, he was really reluctant to give up his comfortable RV, but at this point he had to make a choice, and safety was obviously more important than comfort.

Fearing being discovered by the US military, Ouyang didn't dare turn on his headlights. Instead, he put on night vision goggles and drove south along the highway.

Filled with questions, Jiang Yuwei recalled the sounds of gunfire in the city and couldn't help but ask, "Ou Yang, what exactly did you do?"

“It’s nothing.” Ou Yang chuckled, looking quite reserved. “I just snatched a supply truck from the US military… Let me tell you, if the US military hadn’t been chasing me relentlessly, I could have gotten at least half a truckload of food back. It’s a pity that the Americans destroyed it, so I only got this much back.”

Jiang Yuwei was stunned. Stealing a car from the US military? Really?

Zhu Yiming couldn't stand it anymore: "No, there's a limit to how much you've gone from Versailles, isn't there?"

"Who's talking to you about Versailles? I'm telling the truth!" Ouyang said seriously. "Why do you think I'm in such a hurry to leave?"

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei were completely dumbfounded. It turned out they had stirred up a hornet's nest and were afraid of retaliation from the US military, so they hurriedly made their escape.
Ou Yang reassured him, "Don't worry, we'll find a place to stop once we've gone a little further, so it won't interfere with your recovery."

Although he did not reveal his face, his figure was seen by many people, and he did not use any force from beginning to end. If the US military were to investigate, they would definitely be able to find clues.

If you don't leave now, when will you wait?

Zhu Yiming rolled his eyes: "Is that what I care about?"

Ou Yang ignored him: "Sister Wei, how long can Lao Zhu hold on?"

Jiang Yuwei thought for a moment and said, "Drive slowly, don't make it too bumpy, it's not a big problem."

“Okay, I got it!” Ouyang said.

"Drive with confidence, I'm fine!" Zhu Yiming retorted.

"Give me a break," Ou Yang said dismissively. "What do you know?"

As they spoke, the armored vehicle left Kamed far behind.

The further away you go, the fewer vehicles are parked on the road, but there are always vehicles around. You can also see tents on the open ground by the roadside, which seems to be camping by some elderly people.

Ouyang suddenly realized that the old man who left might not have really left. Many people had simply left Kamed, this place of trouble, and were hiding in a more distant place to continue to observe.

However, whatever Old Mi planned was none of their business, and Ouyang didn't care at all.

Gradually, there were no more vehicles or tents along the roadside. If there was some worry about being caught up by the US army when the distance between them was still small, they were now completely relieved.

However, Ouyang still felt that it would be safer to go further, so he forced himself to continue driving. He passed through a small town and two gas stations, and after driving nearly 100 kilometers, he finally found an open space by the roadside.

It was already past 2 a.m., and Ou Yang couldn't stay awake any longer. After locking all the car doors, he nestled in the chair, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Just before going to sleep, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Is there anywhere that sells the kind of electronic fences seen in science fiction movies?
When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning.

Ouyang spent the whole night curled up in the chair, but his posture was always wrong, so he ended up with a stiff neck and was woken up by the pain.

He rubbed his neck and muttered to himself that the trailer was packed with too much stuff—besides food, there were backpacks for three people, extra firearms and ammunition, and various equipment taken from the RV.

The place was filled with all sorts of odds and ends: stoves, gas cylinders, inverters, pots and pans, and so on. What could have been a place for three people to sleep in was now so cramped that only two could barely manage to sleep there.

Poor living conditions can be tolerated, but not being able to eat satisfactory food is absolutely unacceptable!

Therefore, cooking utensils must be brought, and they must be complete!

"You're awake!" Jiang Yuwei handed Ou Yang a breakfast, with white dough balls floating in the thick soup and small pieces of luncheon meat.

"It smells so good!" Ou Yang took a deep breath, thoroughly enjoying it. "Ah, it would be even better with some chopped green onions and cilantro!"

"That still needs to be calculated!" Jiang Yuwei shoved the bowl into Ou Yang's hands impatiently. "Hurry up and eat. It's good enough that I made it for you, why are you complaining so much?"

Zhu Yiming chuckled and put a spoonful of dough into his mouth: "Hey, I used to hate eating this stuff back home, but now, being able to eat a bite of this makes me feel so good."

Ouyang also took a bite; the temperature was just right, and he couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Looking out the window, I realized that the distance was only a little over a hundred kilometers. The snow and ice in Kamed were just beginning to melt, while here it was already early spring with budding grass and trees, lush and vibrant with life.

As Ou Yang ate, he said, "Back in my hometown, this is the season for digging wild vegetables. It's a pity I don't know what we can eat here!"

“It’s the same where I live,” Jiang Yuwei said. “When I was little, I always ran up the mountain and got bitten by ticks a lot…you know what ticks are, right? They’re mites.”

“I know!” Ou Yang nodded. “They have it in my hometown too. We have to get vaccinated every year, supposedly to prevent tick-borne encephalitis!”

Zhu Yiming looked bewildered. "What are you two talking about? You're not taking me with you, are you?"
Ou Yang circled around for a moment, then steered the conversation back to the topic: "Hey, you've been here a long time, do you know what kind of wild vegetables are around here? We're basically just eating canned food and biscuits, we should at least get some leafy greens to eat, right?"

"I've never been here before!" Jiang Yuwei was a little overwhelmed. "Let's go down and take a look later. I can't guarantee anything else, but there will definitely be dandelions!"

Zhu Yiming was confused again: "Grandma Ding? Are there any Grandpa Ding?"

Ou Yang raised an eyebrow. Could the word "father-in-law" really be associated with Ding? Are you making a suggestive joke? You're definitely making a suggestive joke, aren't you?
Jiang Yuwei seemed oblivious: "It's a dandelion!"

"Oh!" The two of them exclaimed in unison.

The area of ​​Dongda is vast and has many dialects. It is not surprising that the same thing has different names in different regions.

Whether it was once treasured or discarded like trash, now it all just makes my mouth water.

There's no way around it, getting any leafy greens is just too difficult!
Ou Yang ate his entire portion in one go, scraping the bottom of the bowl clean, not wasting a single drop.

He let out a long burp, patted his belly, and exclaimed, "Delicious!"

Although it's not perfect, being able to taste the flavors of home deserves plenty of emotional value!
Just as Zhu Yiming was about to say a few words, a hornless black bull suddenly emerged from the bushes more than a hundred meters away!
(End of this chapter)