Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 251 The oriole is behind
The five people, including Berry, had a heated argument, each giving their own reasons. Some contributed money, some contributed labor, and others contributed materials and technology.

After explaining his reasoning, he accused others of leaking information without authorization and bringing unrelated people along.

But this part was quickly dropped, since everyone had leaked the information and brought people with them, so blaming others was tantamount to blaming oneself.

In short, both sides have their own reasons and neither is willing to give in.

Ouyang has a bit of a toothache.

Shouldn't we prioritize queuing up infected individuals at this time?

The argument quickly yielded its first result: Winnie the dog was disqualified from boarding.

People can be negotiated, but dogs are absolutely not!

Ouyang was very pleased with this. Although everyone was angry, they still had a basic sense of right and wrong. Apart from Wendy, no one thought that dogs had a higher priority to board the plane than people.

If there were extra space on the plane, bringing a large dog wouldn't be unacceptable. However, the current situation is that there aren't enough seats for people, so how can you bring a dog?

All I can say is that some people have truly bizarre thought processes.

Wendy naturally refused to compromise, yelling and screaming like a madwoman, but no one paid any attention to her, not even the man she brought with her.

The big dog was carefree, even barking twice with its tongue lolling out, looking very happy, completely unaware that its fate had just been rewritten.

At first, it was just Berry, Howard, Wendy and others arguing, but before long, the people they brought with them also joined in, all vying for their right to board the plane.

In this situation, only someone with a screw loose would give up their own interests to benefit others.

Ouyang tried to quit several times, but didn't get a chance to speak. Howard even retorted, "Shut up, Asians have no right to speak here!"

Although he didn't say "yellow-skinned monkey," it was still very impolite.

Ouyang didn't tolerate his bad behavior and knocked the greasy guy to the ground with one punch.

Howard was stunned by the punch, and everyone else was also taken aback.

While Howard wasn't as strong as Berry, he was still a very robust man. Ouyang, on the other hand, looked much thinner. Judging purely by physique, the Asian could not possibly be a match for Howard.

However, in reality, Howard was completely powerless to fight back and was knocked down with a single punch.

Only Berry was secretly pleased, wishing he could shout "Well done!"

Howard, lying on the ground, was filled with shame and indignation, and reached for his waist.

Ouyang instantly pulled out his Glock and pointed it at Howard's forehead: "Take your hand out, and wait!"

Howard turned pale and slowly withdrew his hand.

Ouyang patted Berry's waist twice, pulled out a 1911, and handed it to him casually: "It's yours!"

Berry held the gun in both hands, looking completely bewildered: "Why are you giving it to me?"

Ou Yang holstered his gun and revealed an innocent smile: "You guys keep arguing, don't worry about me!"

After saying that, he crossed his arms and stood aside to continue watching the commotion.

He could have easily said "I'm leaving" and the remaining people would have been just right, but their attitude annoyed him, so he decided to let them argue for a while longer.

The Americans looked at each other, their carefully built-up atmosphere shattered by the Easterners' punch. Their emotions were disjointed, and they didn't know where to begin their argument.

After much hesitation, the old man finally looked at Ouyang and said, "I don't think violence can solve any problems!"

Ou Yang remained unmoved: "There's a kind of communication where action trumps rhetoric!"

Aside from Berry, everyone else had an even worse impression of Ouyang. They all thought he was a violent person and didn't want to sit on the same plane as him. They all wanted to cancel Ouyang's boarding privileges.

But seeing Howard's fate, they all wisely shut their mouths.

By a twist of fate, the person who should have withdrawn was the first to be granted the right to board the plane.

The group continued arguing, but suddenly a cloud of dust rose from the direction of the highway, and the roar of engines could be heard from afar.

Everyone stopped arguing and looked over at the same time.

Berry's face changed drastically, and he collapsed, clutching his head in despair: "Who, who leaked the information?"

Ou Yang rolled his eyes: This guy is so big, yet he's so damn naive!
Everyone has relatives and friends. Once this kind of news gets out, it will definitely be spread by others. The more people who know about it, the faster the news will spread.

Do you really think everyone can keep a secret?

A few moments later, more than a dozen cars arrived one after another, and more than twenty local residents got out of the cars.

The town is small, and everyone sees each other all the time. They are all acquaintances, and when they meet, they greet each other without any formality.

Berry's face was so dark it was almost dripping with anger.

He only has one small plane, not a 747!

Ou Yang suppressed his smile, sniffed, and immediately smelled a faint spore scent.

There are definitely people in the crowd who are infected, and they've already entered the early stages. But there are already thirty or forty people gathered here, making it impossible to tell who is infected.

Berry stepped forward and asked, "Hey, what's up?"

Everyone else kept quiet, hoping that Berry could get away with it.

An old black man with dreadlocks stepped forward: "Berry, I heard you have a plane that can get you out of here, is that true?"

"No, of course not!" Berry denied it outright. "If I had a plane, I would have left long ago. Why would I have waited until now?"

That made sense, but Old Black wasn't so easily fooled. He immediately looked at the man Wendy had brought: "Ramires, what do you say?"

Ramirez shrugged: "Of course it's true, and there are so many people who want to fly. We were just arguing about who should fly and who shouldn't!"

Berry wanted nothing more than to punch this traitor to death: "Do you even know what you're saying?"

Ramirez raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Since you weren't planning to take me with you anyway, why can't I say it?"

He took a few steps forward and stood with Old Black.

Before anyone else could say anything, Wendy couldn't hold back any longer: "Ramires? What's your relationship with him?"

Ramirez affectionately put his arm around the dreadlocks' shoulder: "What do you think!"

Wendy broke down: "Anyone can do it, but not a nigger, absolutely not!"

Hey!
Ou Yang, who was intently watching the drama unfold, was astonished. This woman looked respectable, but she was actually a dog-discriminating scoundrel?
All the black men, including the one with dreadlocks, turned pale. Some clenched their fists, others drew their knives or guns, and it looked like they were about to gang up on Wendy.

Winnie the big dog had no idea how to protect her owner and continued to bark with her tongue lolling out.

Wendy fled in panic, and tripped and fell in the process.

Ou Yang thought to himself that this woman was really brave. Even he, an Asian, knew that he couldn't mention the word "nigger" in front of black people. She actually dared to shout in front of so many black people. She was really a talent!
A voice came from the back of the crowd: "Yes, even Asians won't do!"

Ou Yang laughed in exasperation. It was Howard!

When did this guy get up?
You didn't hit me hard enough just now!

"Hehe!" Berry stepped forward, blocking the black men who were about to gang up on Wendy. "I don't object to you teaching her whatever you want, but not here, okay?"

Dreadlocks glanced at Wendy, then at Berry, and nodded reluctantly: "For your sake!"

That's what he said, but everyone knew he was actually doing it for the sake of the airplane.

After all, besides Berry, there's no one else here who can fly a plane.

The atmosphere in the room had changed; no one continued arguing, and no one knew how to resolve the issue. "How about we auction it off?" a voice suggested.

"No, absolutely not!"

"How about the lottery?"

"Nonsense, that won't work!"

"Fly more times..."

"How about we just have a fight? The winner goes, the loser stays!"

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, and all sorts of bizarre ideas emerged. Some even suggested going back to the city to kill infected people and see who could kill the most!
Ou Yang was too preoccupied to even complain. What kind of people were these?
If we keep arguing, we won't reach a conclusion even by this time tomorrow!

"Enough!" Unable to bear it any longer, the dreadlocks suddenly pulled out a gun and shot down a middle-aged white man.

Aside from Wendy, he was the most prejudiced against Black people, his words and expressions were full of rejection.

Dreadlocks set an extremely bad precedent.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, everyone scattered and took cover wherever they could.

Even Ouyang was no exception.

Dreadlocks hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation and thought he had calmed things down with his shot. However, almost everyone present was armed, and someone immediately opened fire on Dreadlocks in retaliation.

Next came the gunfight that Old Mi (a nickname for a Chinese person) loved to see, with gunfire ringing out incessantly.

The dreadlocks reacted incredibly quickly, managing to dodge a hail of bullets, but he had incurred the wrath of the crowd and was now being targeted and attacked by a group of white men. He cowered behind a car, unable to even lift his head.

Ouyang did not join the gunfight; instead, he hid next to Berry.

Old Mi knew that Berry was the only pilot, so when firing, they all avoided that direction.

The shooting quickly turned into a chaotic brawl, with none of the American soldiers holding back. Vehicles on the scene were all damaged, with broken windows, ruined tires, and people lying on the ground.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder!

Upon hearing the gunshot, Zhu Yiming immediately placed the large pineapple on the roof of the armored vehicle, nearly leaping out of the hangar, until he saw Ou Yang waving in his direction before getting off.

The gunfight came and went quickly, and soon it gradually stopped. Many people shouted in unison, "Cease fire! Cease fire!"

It's unclear how Old Mi reached an agreement, but in any case, no one continued firing; instead, everyone gradually stood up from behind their respective cover.

In just a short while, more than half of those present were killed or injured.

The originator of dreadlocks was attacked by a group of people and died from seven bullet wounds, the fatal shot hitting below his heart.

In front of the dreadlocks, Ramirez leaned against the wheel, his head drooping, lifeless.

Judging from the location of the bullet wound, it seems that after the dreadlocks were shot, he unconsciously pulled the trigger, giving him two shots.

He probably never imagined that he would be betrayed and killed by his best friend.

On the other side, Wendy, shot twice, lay on the ground with her eyes wide open in death.

Winnie the dog was also shot. She lay down next to Wendy and whimpered, but soon fell silent.

Howard was shot in the back and was already dead. The person who killed him was the old man he brought with him.

He was also shot and killed.

Ouyang guessed that this guy must have been seen by others when he shot Howard, and because of an overabundance of justice or because he hated this insidious guy, he simply shot him dead.

Ouyang sighed as his gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground.

Why bother? It's just a seat on an airplane.

He finally said what he had prepared long ago: "Berry, the rest of us won't be going with you."

Berry stared at Ouyang in astonishment, a row of question marks above his head: "Why?"

He wanted to ask, "Why didn't you say so sooner!"

If Ouyang had withdrawn earlier, wouldn't the remaining 12 people have filled the plane perfectly? They might have already flown away by now!

Of course, Berry knew very well that taking off was not such a simple matter, and even if everyone reached an agreement, it wouldn't be a quick departure.

The Easterner voluntarily withdrew, instantly freeing up three seats, but there were still too many people present.

Just as everyone was at a loss, dust rose again in the distance, and several more vehicles rushed into the airport.

Everyone's face turned grim—just how many people knew about the plane?

The car stopped, and a dozen men got out, guns at their sides. The middle-aged man in the lead, Old Bai, grinned smugly and said, "Oh, what happened? I'm too late, aren't I?"

Berry's voice was as cold as water: "Pique, you're not welcome here!"

“Really?” Piqué raised an eyebrow and made a casual gesture.

Immediately, a henchman climbed into the car and rudely dragged someone out.

Baker was horrified: "Demi!"

Then another one came in, and Baker continued to shout, "Laylie!"

Ou Yang was speechless, really wanting to ask Baker, "Weren't we supposed to meet at the airport? Why isn't your wife there?"

Pique grinned even more slyly, took a gun from his henchman, and pressed it against Demi's head: "I think I deserve priority, don't I?"

Demi's breathing quickened, and her terrified eyes strained to see the gun in Pike's hand.

“Don’t hurt her, I’ll grant you any request!” Baker said.

The other American players were being held at gunpoint by Pique's men, and none of them dared to speak out against it.

One of the most important reasons for the ceasefire was that they had run out of ammunition. At this moment, facing Pique and his team who were well-rested, they naturally lacked the confidence to retaliate.

Even Ouyang, with more than a dozen guns pointed at him, dared not make a move.

Inside the hangar, Zhu Yiming had already set up the machine gun, but Ou Yang was also in the crowd. He wasn't a good shot and was worried about accidentally injuring his comrades, so he didn't dare to fire indiscriminately.

"Let's go." Pique flashed a victorious smile. "A longer night could lead to unforeseen problems, let's leave now!"

Baker stood rooted to the spot: "Release Demi first!"

“No problem!” Pick immediately agreed, pushing Demi in front of Baker.

Baker hugged his wife, gazing at her tenderly: "Are you alright?"

Demi shook her head, her body trembling slightly.

“Let’s go, where’s the plane?” Pique asked.

“In the hangar,” Baker said. “And Leili!”

"I'll return it to you, but I need to see the plane first!"

Baker patted Demi on the shoulder: "Stay here and wait for me!"

Demi grabbed Baker's arm and wouldn't let go, but he patted the back of her hand: "Don't worry, they won't make things difficult for me!"

After saying that, he gave Ouyang a deep look and strode towards the hangar.

(End of this chapter)