Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 247 Revenge
Ouyang picked up the M27, opened the door, got out of the car, crouched down, crawled under the vehicle, and set up his rifle to aim at the town.

The higher position on the roof provides better visibility, but it also makes the vehicle easier for the enemy to spot, increasing the chances of being hit in an attack.

Although the visibility under the vehicle is limited, it is sufficient, and the vehicle body and wheels provide good cover, making it difficult to be detected or hit.

Zhu Yiming, inside the car, also opened the firing port and set up a rifle.

The armored vehicle was facing the town from the side, but the angle inside the vehicle wasn't great; you could only see half of the town.

But Jiang Yuwei immediately stopped him: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, let me do it!"

Zhu Yiming obediently handed over his rifle and picked up binoculars to act as an observer.

Even if you can't do it yourself, giving guidance to the target gives you a sense of participation.

Inside and outside the car, three pairs of eyes were fixed on the town, but the priest seemed to sense danger and had disappeared somewhere, leaving only the parishioners running around in the streets.

Ouyang was somewhat anxious and wanted to find the priest immediately, but he knew that this idea was simply unrealistic.

Whether in movies or novels, being a sniper is a profession that requires a lot of patience. It is common for them to wait for several hours for a target, and it is not unusual for them to wait for half a day or even a whole day in places that seem impossible to hide in to ordinary people.

It's only been a few minutes?
Ouyang took a few deep breaths, and his agitated emotions slowly calmed down. However, he was not a sniper who had undergone rigorous training. Even though he knew he had to concentrate on the target, his mind started to wander after a short while.

Moreover, it was still early spring, and the ground temperature was much lower than expected. He didn't feel anything when he first lay down, but soon the cold air penetrated his clothes and kept creeping into his body.

Then, maintaining a prone position while holding a gun for a long time caused his arms and neck to feel sore and tired to varying degrees. Although he could still persevere, he always felt an urge to move.

There is no false person under the great reputation.

Soldiers who have undergone rigorous training and ordinary people who have not undergone training are simply two completely different kinds of beings!

Before he knew it, Ouyang's thoughts had wandered off again.

Suddenly, the situation changed. A window on the side of Sam's house opened, and little Sam, carrying a small bag, jumped out of the window and quietly crept out of town.

There were no walls or fences around the town, and the number of believers was limited, so Little Sam could easily avoid being seen by others and leave the town quietly.

But little Sam suddenly stopped and turned to look at his father, who was already burned to a crisp but was still kneeling there.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Because of this delay, the believers guarding the town entrance happened to see little Sam and immediately shouted, "Stop! What are you doing here!"

Little Sam turned and ran, and a cultist quickly gave chase, leaving only one person to guard the town entrance.

After receiving the news, believers from other directions also rushed in this direction.

Taking advantage of his small size and agility, little Sam would squeeze through fences and jump over walls. A group of believers chased after him like eagles catching chicks, but no one could catch the slippery little fellow.

Just as Little Sam was about to break through the encirclement, the bandit policeman suddenly rushed out from the side, grabbed Little Sam's backpack, and showed a smug smile: "Where do you think you're going!"
Little Sam struggled desperately: "Let me go, let me go—"

The fake policeman gripped Little Sam's arm tightly and dragged him back: "You better go home and behave yourself!"

Apart from the priest and his followers, no one is allowed to move around freely in this town.

Outside the town, Ou Yang had already aimed at the fake police officer's head. If the officer made any unusual movements, Ou Yang would immediately blow his head off.

Jiang Yuwei wanted to do the same, but the distance between them was too great, and she wasn't very confident in her marksmanship. She didn't even dare to aim at the bandit police officers, fearing that she might accidentally fire and hurt Little Sam.

Just when everyone thought it was a naughty child running away from home, Sam's mother suddenly rushed out of the house, holding a Remington cigarette.

She roared like a raging mother bear, "Get your filthy hands off me!"

With a quick movement of her hands, the bullet was chambered, and Sam's wife pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!
Amidst a completely different deep, booming sound from a rifle, a slug struck the fake police officer below the left shoulder.

After being shot, the poor guy's left chest instantly disappeared, turning into a shower of blood. The arm that was grabbing Little Sam was separated from his body, and only half of it remained.

In his final moments, the fake policeman's face showed only bewilderment and disbelief.

How dare she fire a gun?
If that shot had gone just a fraction higher, it would have hit little Sam, who was standing right next to it.
Everyone, both inside and outside the town, was stunned by the sudden turn of events.

The woman opened fire again, piercing a gaping, bloody hole in another cult member: "Run, run—"

She had disregarded her own life and death, her only thought being to attract the attention of the believers so that little Sam could escape.

Little Sam ripped off his severed arm and ran like the wind out of town.

The woman wanted to fire again, but when she turned around, the cult members who had come in had already raised their guns.

Just as they were about to fire, Ouyang, who was far outside the town, fired first, shooting a cultist dressed as a cowboy in the back, leaving a bowl-sized hole in his chest.

After a successful shot, Ou Yang immediately switched targets. A series of booming gunshots rang out, and in less than two seconds, he had killed three targets!

At the same time, Jiang Yuwei also knocked down a cultist with a sharp short shot.

The woman did not dodge, but continued firing, achieving her third victory.

She had already been granted a pardon and never intended to return alive.

The remaining believers scattered and fled, while the woman took advantage of the chaos to escape home.

Some of the believers realized the attack came from outside the town and immediately turned their guns on the armored vehicle.

Ouyang calmly returned fire. Although his speed was extremely fast, he always aimed at the target before pulling the trigger, and almost every bullet hit the target, with an alarmingly high hit rate.

In just a short while, not a single enemy could be seen in sight.

Little Sam escaped the town safely. A cultist, who seemed to be trying to shoot Little Sam from behind, was shot in the head by Ouyang.

Having lost their target, Ouyang and Jiang Yuwei temporarily stopped. In their line of sight, there were more than a dozen cultists lying dead. Of these, only two kills belonged to Jiang Yuwei, three to Sam's wife, and the remaining seven all fell to Ouyang's gun.

But the conflict is not over; it has only just begun!
Unable to harm the armored vehicle, the cultists hid where it couldn't see them and unanimously decided to target Sam's wife.

Soon, a guy in his early twenties poured half a bucket of gasoline on Sam's house, set it on fire, and quickly retreated.

The flames spread rapidly.

Little Sam, who had already escaped the town, stopped and knelt down with his hands on his head.

Ouyang was chilled to the bone by the cultists' viciousness. He immediately got out from under the car and crawled inside: "Old Zhu, can you drive?"

“No problem!” Zhu Yiming responded loudly.

"Charge in!" Ouyang threw his M27 aside and picked up his M249.

With engines roaring, the armored vehicle charged into the town, heading towards Sam's house, which was being engulfed in flames.

Ou Yang and Jiang Yuwei, one on each side, kept firing at the cultists in their line of sight.

Meanwhile, the old men in the nearby houses also hid by the windows with guns, cautiously firing a shot when the opportunity arose, and impulsively firing at the believers on the street.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes it, and when the drum breaks, everyone beats it.

The townspeople had had enough. Previously, the priest had gathered a group of believers under the pretext of fighting the infected, and the powerless residents could only silently endure it. Now, seeing hope of overthrowing the divine authority, many Americans immediately joined the melee and soon wiped out all the believers in the streets.

At this moment, regardless of whether they participated in the battle, all the residents felt a sense of pride and triumph.

So cool!
Sam's wife also escaped from the burning house.

Having survived the ordeal, she expressed her deepest gratitude to everyone. She even went to the armored vehicle and said emotionally, "Thank you so much for your help. I don't know how to express my gratitude..."

It's clear that she's not very good at expressing herself.

Before he could finish expressing his gratitude, little Sam, who had escaped from the town, ran back and crashed into his mother's arms. The two embraced and wept bitterly.

Inside the armored vehicle, Jiang Yuwei asked softly, "Aren't we going to get out?"

Ouyang countered, "Should we go down?"

Zhu Yiming immediately objected: "Hey, hey, stop beating around the bush! Give me a straight answer, are you going to play or not!"

Ou Yang sniffed, and a faint smell of spores entered his nostrils.

His gaze fell on the mother and child outside the car, his expression complex: "They are both infected."

Jiang Yuwei and Zhu Yiming's expressions froze simultaneously.

Ouyang added, "It's hard to say about the situation of the others either."

When the believers went door to door, they took no protective measures. After coming into contact with an infected person, they went to knock on other people's doors. Was it because they were afraid that the pneumococcus would not spread?
It is certain that, with the exception of a very small number of infected individuals, the vast majority of residents in this town have been infected with Pneumococcus.

Although Ouyang and the others are immune, they are only immune to pneumococcus, not Old Mi. What if some unlucky guy falls into hallucinations at this time and secretly shoots the trio?
For safety's sake, it's best to stay in the car.

"What about the priest? The culprit hasn't been caught yet!" Zhu Yiming said unwillingly.

Ouyang didn't know what to do either.

Having just dealt with a group of accomplices, he had vented a lot of his anger, but not finding the charlatan was indeed a great regret.

"It's alright, isn't it?" Jiang Yuwei's attitude became more peaceful. "The lackeys are all gone, let Old Mi handle the rest himself!"

Ouyang also felt that there was no need to deal with the priest personally. Just as he was about to speak, Old Mi in the distance stirred up a commotion, followed by indignant denunciations and insults. Some even rushed up to punch and kick him.

The group soon saw Old Mi bringing over a priest he had somehow found.

A burly man nearly two meters tall kicked the priest in the back of the knee, causing the once aloof priest to kneel down in a disheveled state.

Ouyang suddenly noticed that the priest was acting strangely, and he immediately said, "Something's not right with this guy!"

They were all too familiar with this situation. Zhu Yiming looked incredulous: "No way, this guy goes around causing trouble for infected people, and it turns out he's an infected person himself?"

"What's so strange about that?" Jiang Yuwei sneered. "If you dare to come into contact with an infected person without wearing a mask, who else will you infect if not him?"

"What goes around comes around!" Ouyang exclaimed with deep emotion.

Outside the car, more and more elderly people gathered, and their accusations grew louder and louder. The priest seemed to have lost his soul, letting the crowd beat and scold him without both hiding or making a sound.

The townspeople wanted nothing more than to eat his flesh and drink his blood, but then someone in the crowd shouted, "Burn him alive!"

This suggestion was immediately supported by many Americans, and many more shouted in unison, "Burn him!"

The chaotic shouts quickly turned into orderly chants; the same scenario was repeating itself, only with the roles reversed.

Soon, some residents brought oil and poured it all over the priest.

Everyone scrambled to light the fire themselves.

Finally, a child stood before the crowd and declared, "I will burn him alive with my own hands, with my own hands!"

Everyone fell silent, then a voice dissuaded them: "Little Sam, you're too young. We can't let you become a murderer!"

"He killed my father!"

"Little Sam, you can't!"

"He killed my father!"

"Little Sam, go to your mother, she needs you!"

"She needs my father!"

Little Sam stood stubbornly in front of everyone, refusing to back down an inch: "If I don't do this, I'll never have peace of mind for the rest of my life!"

“Let him have it,” Ouyang finally couldn’t help but say. “He can’t miss this opportunity.”

Only Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei knew what Ou Yang really meant.

The townspeople were finally convinced, and a lighter was handed to little Sam: "Stay away, and step back immediately after you light it!"

Little Sam nodded, pressed a button, and a flame rose from the lighter.

He looked at the priest, whose eyes were glazed over, filled with nothing but hatred.

The crowd quieted down, and little Sam tossed the lighter gently, which landed next to the priest. He immediately lit the gasoline.

The priest only awoke from his hallucination when the flames reached his body, and suddenly let out a bloodcurdling roar.

"Shut up!" Little Sam shouted angrily. "Why don't you kneel down and pray? Why!"

Why doesn't your God save you!

"sinner……"

No one knows if the priest could hear the crowd's insults. All that is known is that the priest, who always boasted of praying for purification in the flames, did not offer a single second of prayer when the fire of purification burned him.

Until they completely collapse.

The crowd of onlookers, mostly elderly people, were filled with righteous indignation, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

After a long silence, Ou Yang finally sighed softly, "Let's go."

After saying that, he got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and left the town.

At this moment, he felt a complex mix of emotions.

Although the priest and his followers were all wiped out, the fungus had already spread among the residents, and it wouldn't be long before the infected would gradually enter their growth phase.

What will this town look like then? How many of its residents will survive?

The priest's methods may be an isolated case, but using religion as a pretext for fraud is by no means an isolated incident. So what is the situation like in other places?

Ou Yang couldn't explain it; he was completely bewildered.

(End of this chapter)