Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 246 Intolerable
After a thorough and simple analysis, Ouyang looked at Old Mi in the town with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Well, I just feel sorry for them because they're not smart enough to be fooled, not out of sympathy.

The blisters on your feet are the result of your own actions. If you choose to believe in a charlatan, you must bear the consequences of your misplaced faith.

Although their path was blocked, none of the three mentioned taking a detour; they simply stayed outside the town, keeping a close eye on it from afar.

The trio had no intention of meddling in Old Mi's affairs. Their only thought was how to get through the town—taking a detour was too troublesome, wasting not only time but also fuel. Unless there was no other choice, Ouyang wouldn't consider it.

The small group led by the priest did not chase after them, but instead stayed at the town entrance, taking turns keeping an eye on the armored vehicle.

Zhu Yiming checked the time: "It's already nine o'clock. We can't just keep waiting like this, can we?"

Ou Yang chuckled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "The enemy doesn't have many people, so they can't guard indefinitely. Once they relax their guard, we'll launch a surprise attack and be done with it."

"What if they keep refusing to allow it?" Jiang Yuwei asked worriedly.

Ouyang's smile grew even colder: "Spoiling habits, our machine guns aren't just for show!"

If the other party is truly so ignorant of their place and keeps pushing their luck with parachuting, he wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson.

As they were chatting idly, a car with a mottled body and half of its windshield shattered suddenly drove from the north.

The same thought popped into all three of their minds: Was it Kamed?
The dilapidated car drove into the town and was immediately stopped by the townspeople.

Old Mi in the car wasn't someone to be trifled with either. The two men, one woman, and one teenager in the front and back seats all grabbed guns and revved the engine, trying to force their way through. But they were immediately stopped by more than a dozen guns. The engine kept roaring, but the wheels didn't move forward even a centimeter.

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, and besides, the old man in the car isn't exactly a powerful dragon.

"Get out of the car!" The leader of the cult members was dressed in a police uniform but without any insignia, giving off a cheap, knock-off vibe from head to toe.

Old Mi remained silent in the car, but under the threat of a gun, he ultimately chose to compromise.

The fake police officer took out the testing equipment and said succinctly, "Blow!"

The four old Americans looked at each other and then honestly took turns praising each other.

Upon seeing the results, the fake police officer nodded to the other believers.

Everyone immediately put down their guns, and the tense atmosphere quickly eased.

The police officer apologized on behalf of the other believers, and Old Mi, relieved that he had just had a close call, repeatedly expressed his understanding before eagerly leaving the town.

The whole process only took a few minutes.

For a period of time afterward, vehicles passing through the town followed the same procedure, but not every vehicle passed through smoothly. One vehicle was found to have an infected person, and the cultists immediately started making a fuss, dragging the infected person to an open space and burning them alive.

The priest, who had been hiding somewhere, reappeared and announced that the flames had purified the possessing demon.

Seemingly convinced that the armored vehicle would not make any unusual moves for the time being, or perhaps for other reasons, the priest led a prayer and then spoke a few words to the respectful parishioners.

Subsequently, apart from two seemingly shrewd cult members who remained at the town entrance to continue monitoring the armored vehicles, the others poured into the town in groups, took out equipment to detect phantom lung bacteria, and knocked on doors to conduct tests.

Zhu Yiming put down his binoculars and sneered, "You who always talk about being omnipotent, why do you need high-tech equipment to detect infections? Have you no shame?"

Ou Yang suddenly recalled the once-popular computer fortune telling and couldn't help but chuckle: "Using metaphysics to fool the Americans is dangerous with scientific detection. It's a clear division of labor where everyone gets what they need. Religion has to keep up with the times too!"

Zhu Yiming couldn't help but laugh: "You know how to be sarcastic!"

"So-so!"

"Hey, something's up!" Jiang Yuwei patted Ou Yang on the shoulder.

In the town, a white homeowner in his early forties suddenly changed his expression after blowing into the testing device. The bandit police officer shouted, and nearby believers immediately gathered around.

Once again, the result was the same.

Everyone's expression changed, and they all stared at the homeowner with extreme resentment. Behind the homeowner were a white woman in her forties and a boy who looked no more than a teenager.

The mother and son also blew into the testing device, but they both had no problems.

At least not yet.

The homeowner tried his best to explain, but no one listened to him. All the believers present surrounded him, each one eyeing him menacingly.

Faced with the approaching crowd, the homeowner became extremely agitated and suddenly pulled out a revolver, confronting the approaching cultists.

The situation was on the verge of exploding when the priest appeared, pushing through the crowd to stand before the homeowner: "Sam, you have been marked by the devil, and it won't be long before you are possessed by him."

“No, no, no, that’s not true!” Sam argued vehemently.

The priest didn't give him a chance to speak: "Sam, do you know what happens when you're possessed by a demon? Think of your family, your friends, and your son!"

The homeowner's expression changed repeatedly. The revolver slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He covered his face with his hands and burst into tears.

His wife held the child tightly, without saying a word.

The priest waited patiently until Sam calmed down before speaking again: "Sam, I believe you know what to do."

Sam looked back at his wife, only to see a distant and indifferent face, but she held the child tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Sam gave a bitter laugh, staggered a little further away, glanced at his wife and children one last time, clenched his hands and knelt down, muttering something that seemed to be a prayer or a confession.

The fake police officers poured half a bucket of gasoline on Sam, threw down their lighter, and retreated far away.

Sam picked up the lighter with trembling hands, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

“Sam!” the priest waved his hand. “This is your only chance!”

Several cult members raised their guns, but not at Sam, but at his wife and children who were tightly embracing each other.

Sam's chest heaved violently. He took a deep look at his wife and children, then closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and flicked the steel wheel of the lighter.

The spark ignited the gasoline, and with a bang, Sam instantly transformed into a human torch, billowing thick smoke shooting straight into the sky.

But instead of writhing and screaming as expected, Sam endured the excruciating pain, remaining kneeling on the ground in a prayerful posture.

Little Sam broke down, roaring and struggling, trying to rush towards his father, but his mother held him tightly, a single tear slowly rolling down her empty eyes, her face expressionless.

Soon after, Sam was burned to a crisp, human-shaped charcoal, but he remained kneeling there, in a prayerful posture.

The priest nodded in satisfaction, announced that Sam had atoned for his sins, and then led the parishioners to continue the testing.

Sam's wife turned around, suppressing her impulse, and pulled the boy into the house. Only when the closed door blocked the view from outside did her tears flow like a burst dam.

Outside the town, the three people inside the armored vehicle remained silent.

Although it's unclear exactly what the priest said, one can guess that he said something fairly accurate.

To be honest, all three of them hate infected people, but they are willing to accept isolation, imprisonment, or even have all infected people shot and burned after death.

But forcing an infected person to self-immolate while fully conscious is going too far.

This is not about controlling the epidemic, but about exploiting the panic caused by the epidemic to achieve ulterior motives!
Ou Yang grew angrier and angrier, picked up the M27 and placed it by the door: "I'm feeling really upset, what about you guys?"

"Me too."

"Fuck him!"

(End of this chapter)