Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 253 Third Type of Infection

With a roar of engines, the heavy armored vehicle crushed the debris on the ground and crashed into a Western-style manor with a bang.

The intricately carved steel door twisted and deformed, then suddenly sprang open to both sides.

The manor was deserted, and apart from the roar of engines, there was not a sound.

The armored vehicle continued driving deeper into the manor without stopping, eventually stopping in front of the main building.

Ouyang turned to the side, lowering his gaze, and observed the three-story main building with surprise: "Is this Pike's territory?"

This place is quite large, with walls at least two people high, topped with electric fences. In terms of size, buildings, and facilities, it's not much different from old Jason's manor.

Isn't Pique the head of an underground organization? Do American underground organizations make that much money?
“It’s just a case of a cuckoo taking over someone else’s nest,” Berry replied with a sigh. “This is the property of some big shot, the kind of big shot who only comes here a few times a year, or even once every few years.”

Ou Yang and the others suddenly realized.

It's obvious that after the outbreak of the epidemic, people here either got sick or fled, leaving no one to take care of or manage the area, which is why Pique took the opportunity to occupy it.

Ouyang looked at Berry: "Which way do we go?"

Berry countered, "What do you need most?"

Ou Yang thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with an answer.

arms?

The three of them were already fully equipped, so they didn't need this stuff. Surely they didn't need a cannon?

food?

Although the inventory wasn't much, it was enough to feed the three of us for a while.

drinking water?
This needs some addition; it would be even better if water purifier tablets were available.

As for the others, I haven't thought of any yet.

"Let me see first!" He picked up the M27, then put it back after thinking about it, and swapped it for a submachine gun. "Give me the Remington too!"

Having gathered all the weapons and ammunition, Ouyang asked again, "Old Zhu, are you sure you can handle this?"

Zhu Yiming gave a thumbs up: "How can a man say he can't!"

His injury has almost healed. He definitely can't do high-intensity exercise for long periods, but he's been able to do low-intensity activities for a long time.

"Alright, Sister Wei, watch the car. No matter what happens, you can't leave. Should we leave Xiao Leili behind or take her with us?"

Berry hesitated for a moment, about to speak, when little Leili suddenly tugged at his sleeve, her eyes full of pleading, as if she were about to be abandoned.

Berry sighed. "Take it with you."

Little Leili smiled contentedly.

“Alright!” Ou Yang had no objections at all. He opened the door and got out of the car first. The moment his feet touched the ground, he had already put the submachine gun in the most convenient position, so that he could fire immediately in case of an emergency.

In addition to submachine guns and shotguns, it even came with Glock modification kits, making it practically armed to the teeth.

Berry was unaware that O'Yan had a Glock 43 in his armpit.

Zhu Yiming's equipment was much more normal, consisting only of a pistol and a submachine gun, but he carried twice as many magazines.

Berry thought that if Zhu Yiming had more space in his body, he could have carried even more bullets!

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Oh, there's nobody here anymore, do you two have to go to such lengths?"

Berry also had a gun, but it was just a pistol with only two magazines.

Ouyang glanced at Berry: "This is a psychological condition unique to my Eastern origins."

“What?” Berry searched through all his memories but couldn’t recall any mental illness that manifested this way.

Ou Yang smiled slightly, his gaze carrying a deeper meaning: "Have you ever heard of 'fear of insufficient firepower'?"

“No!” Berry shook his head honestly. “I’ve only ever heard of claustrophobia.”

Ou Yang said in a low voice, "This problem is related to you."

“Us?” Berry was even more puzzled. “Why don’t I remember this?”

“More accurately, it was the US forces on the Korean Peninsula,” O’Yan said. “You can look up the ammunition levels at Heartbreak Ridge and Van Fleet.”

Berry asked, puzzled, "Why didn't you just tell me?"

Ou Yang didn't explain further. Instead, he and Zhu Yiming stood guard on either side of the door. Then, they suddenly burst through the door, each pointing a gun to the left or right.

After exchanging greetings of safety, the two entered one after the other.

Berry rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "Are all Easterners this cautious?"

"I've already said, there's no one here!"

Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming acted as if they hadn't heard anything and continued to do as they pleased.

In such a large villa, it would be too easy for a few people to hide in any nook or cranny. The two of them couldn't possibly search every corner; they could only remain sufficiently vigilant at all times.

There was no one in the room, and the furnishings were messy, with empty bottles, cans, and packaging bags scattered on the floor, and even some vomit.

It's clear that Pique and the others are having a great time here.

After wandering around for a while, the group soon found a staircase leading underground.

The door wasn't locked, and the four of them entered the basement, only to find that it was much larger than they had imagined and divided into several rooms.

It has a bedroom, kitchen, storage room, and bathroom, and there's even a small armory in the corner!

If you block the stairs, it becomes a small underground fortress.

"This guy is definitely a weapons enthusiast!" Zhu Yiming commented, standing in the armory and looking at the wall full of firearms.

Ouyang saw the Desert Eagle, which he had long admired, and tried it out. He didn't find it heavy, but it was a bit big and not nearly as comfortable as the Glock.

Zhu Yiming also picked up a large revolver, next to which was a short-barreled version of the same model: "Wow, an M500, that's awesome!"

Berry rolled his eyes. It's just a few guns. Easterners are really making a fuss over nothing!
Ouyang's gaze shifted, and he spotted the AWM and Barrett in the glass cabinet in the corner.

He didn't have any special requirements for his personal weapons, as long as they were powerful enough and had a decent magazine capacity.

From these two perspectives, a sniper rifle is not suitable for him.

But Ouyang still brought his AWM.

Anyway, there's room in the car.

After searching around, the group found a lot of food and supplies. Ou Yang carried two cases of mineral water and headed out. When they were carrying the second case, they had just left the basement when they heard a series of hurried footsteps.

Ouyang immediately released the water, grabbed his gun, and pointed it in the direction from which the sound came.

They found several elderly people moving things in the kitchen next door.

He took a gentle sniff; a faint scent of spores filled the air.

Old Mi was startled when he saw Ou Yang suddenly appear. They all froze and didn't dare to move.

Just kidding, Ouyang is holding a gun!

Footsteps came from the right. Ou Yang stepped back and hid behind the door, pointing his gun to one side. Several American men carrying things appeared out of nowhere. Faced with the dark muzzle of the gun, the American men were equally dumbfounded.

“Hey, don’t be impulsive!” Berry quickly stepped in to mediate. “They are all local survivors.”

Some of them recognized Berry and immediately greeted him: "Hi, what are you doing here?"

Another person's expression changed drastically: "Berry, didn't your plane explode?"

Berry completely ignored them: "Oh, don't do that!"

Ou Yang said with a stern face, "The basement is ours!"

“Of course!” Berry said. “We were here first!”

Everyone agreed, without even asking what was in the basement.

The trio didn't need much to begin with, and after Ouyang achieved his goal, he stopped lingering and focused on moving the supplies.

To prevent any unforeseen complications, Ouyang rushed into the bedroom, ripped off the bed sheet, and after returning to the basement, threw various canned goods onto the sheet, creating an oversized bundle.

Then, carrying bottled water in front of him and a large package on his back, he moved most of the necessary supplies in one go.

As it turned out, in just over ten minutes, the open space was filled with vehicles, and hundreds of elderly people were running around the estate. Some of them even got into arguments over what they had found.

Some of the older folks even gathered together to haggle and make a deal.

Ou Yang's eyebrows twitched violently. So many people? When did they arrive?
"We can't stay here!" Ou Yang whispered to Zhu Yiming. "Let's get back in the car and leave right away!"

"Okay!" Zhu Yiming nodded.

As the two were returning to the armored vehicle, they suddenly heard a sharp roar.

Ouyang and Zhu Yiming paused, and the other old rice workers also stopped moving: What is that sound?
Before everyone could figure out the source of the sound, a terrified scream suddenly came from upstairs, followed by a series of gunshots.

The next second, with a loud crash, a figure smashed through the third-floor window and fell to the ground, twitching a few times before going still.

Only when the figure landed did everyone realize that it was a burly, dark-skinned man.

Everyone looked up at the same time, and another figure fell from the sky, stepping on the old black man who had fallen earlier, instantly causing his intestines to burst open.

The man was tall, but his clothes were tattered, and his exposed skin had an unnatural grayish-white hue, exactly like that of a deeply infected zombie!
Berry, looking utterly shocked, put little Leili down: "What the hell?"

Seemingly because it heard the sound, the zombie suddenly lunged at Berry with incredible speed.

Berry instinctively raised his arms, and his whole body flew backward as if he had been hit by a truck.

Little Leilie was also knocked down by Berry when she was thrown out, but she neither cried nor made a fuss, and immediately crawled towards Berry.

The zombie locked onto its target, struck successfully, and then pounced on it again.

Little Leili spread her tiny arms to block Berry, who roared fiercely, "Get out of the way—"

Just as the zombie was about to pounce on Little Leili, another swift figure rushed up and kicked the zombie in the waist, sending it flying sideways. It rolled several times seven or eight meters away before coming to a stop.

The elderly people nearby instinctively called out.

However, the zombie was completely unharmed and immediately got up and tackled the vomiting old man.

It was only then that Berry realized that the one who kicked the zombie away was Ouyang. He stared wide-eyed, unable to understand how this Asian man, who didn't look particularly strong, could have such great strength.

bang bang bang-

Zhu Yiming pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the zombie. The zombie turned around and fled, smashing through the glass and entering the room.

The old man on the ground clutched his neck and tried to stand up, but blood seeped through his fingers, and he fainted.

The other Americans, as if waking from a dream, no longer cared about what they had stolen and fled to their cars, each wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

Gunshots and piercing screams rang out from inside the building. Ouyang grabbed Berry and shouted, "Run... Old Zhu!"

This zombie was not only fast, but also more agile, far surpassing any zombie he had ever seen before. He had a bad feeling about it.

Could it be that a new type of infection has emerged besides the severely infected and the intelligent zombies?
"Got it!" Zhu Yiming took off running back, but before he even got there, Jiang Yuwei had already opened the car door.

Zhu Yiming leaped onto the armored vehicle, and Berry rushed over carrying little Leili, shoving the little girl into Jiang Yuwei's arms.

Just as he was about to go inside, there was a crash, and the zombie broke through the glass and rushed out, landing right in front of the armored vehicle.

Berry paused, no longer climbing onto the car, but instead pulled out his pistol and fired at the zombies.

The zombie ducked to avoid it and quickly circled around to the other side of the armored vehicle.

"Get in the car!" Ou Yang shouted, leaping onto the roof of the car and unleashing a hail of bullets from his submachine gun at the zombies, emptying the magazine in an instant.

He clearly saw the zombies being hit by bullets, yet he ran around the armored vehicle as if he were unharmed. As soon as the gunfire stopped, he immediately pounced on Ouyang.

Crack... Boom!

Ouyang promptly took off his shotgun and fired a shot at the zombie.

The zombie shrieked, but instead of running away, it continued to pounce.

Ouyang fired continuously, the dense bullets pounding the zombies one after another. The last shot hit the zombie's face directly, and half of the flesh on the face disappeared, leaving only bones studded with steel balls.

Even so, the zombies continued to charge upwards. Ouyang gripped the scorching hot barrel with both hands and swung the gun violently like hitting a baseball, slamming it into the zombies' heads.

With a muffled thud, the gun shattered.

The zombie's head tilted back sharply, half of its skull caved in, and it struggled incessantly as it fell to the ground.

Ouyang dared not be careless. He threw away his Remington, pulled out his Glock, and fired all his bullets into the zombie's head, leaving more than a dozen bullet holes.

For a normal person, one shot would be fatal, but the zombie continued to struggle.

Ouyang discovered that the creature's nostrils, ear canals, and mouth were all covered with mycelium.

His heart pounded like a drum. He grabbed his AWM, cocked it, and blasted the zombie's head off with a single shot.

There was no blood, no brain matter, only shattered mycelium scattered all around... Surely he should be dead by now?
However, the zombie's body still wouldn't stop, sometimes standing up and sometimes falling down, wildly waving its arms and legs.

After accidentally bumping into a car, it immediately started kicking, scratching, and fidgeting wildly for a while, still full of energy.

Some daring old Americans hid in the distance and secretly watched this way, their expressions filled with fear.

What the hell is this monster?

"Oh Yang!" Zhu Yiming opened the hatch of the armored vehicle. "Come in quickly!"

Ou Yang shook his head and handed the AWM to Zhu Yiming: "Wait for me a moment!"

After saying that, he strode into the building. A short while later, he returned with a Desert Eagle and an M500. He walked up to the still-running zombie, emptied a Desert Eagle magazine, and then emptied an M500 magazine.

Both guns are 12.7 mm in caliber. The former is slightly less powerful, but still far more powerful than other handguns, yet it can only leave an egg-sized wound on the zombie.

The M500 is better, but it can only leave a hole the size of a fist.

Ou Yang first attacked the limbs, breaking the zombie's arms and legs. The thing could still move, but its mobility was greatly reduced.

Shooting into the body again initially had little effect, until a shot shattered the spine, finally rendering the zombie completely immobile.

The experimental results made Ouyang click his tongue in disbelief. This thing was just too damn insane!
(End of this chapter)