Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 260 Secret Infiltration
Two days later, at dusk.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a white couple with two children struggled to walk south along a highway littered with vehicle wreckage.

The older one was a boy, about eleven or twelve years old, carrying a small bag and following behind his parents. The younger one was only four or five years old, lying on the man's back, already fast asleep.

The boy looked at his sister with envy in his eyes.

His legs felt as heavy as lead, and every time his feet touched the ground, it felt as if countless tiny needles were piercing his soles.

But the boy knew that he was no longer a child and had to walk on his own two feet, unlike his sister who could cling to his father or mother.

The woman held the boy's hand tenderly, her tired face showing signs of exhaustion.

Gazing at the setting sun, the woman whispered a reminder: "Dyson, it's getting late!"

Just as the man was about to speak, he suddenly saw three moving figures in front of him, and an alarm immediately went off in his mind: "Someone's there! Hide! Hide now!"

The man quickly left the road, and the woman, pulling the boy along, followed closely behind. The family of four hid in the bushes by the roadside as fast as they could.

The man handed the girl on his back to the woman. The woman hugged the girl tightly, gently covered her mouth, and gestured for the boy to be quiet: "Don't speak, please don't speak!"

The man pulled a silver revolver from his waist, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

He only had a pistol with four bullets, while the other side each had a rifle. If a conflict broke out, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The man and woman kept praying in their hearts, praying that the other hadn't seen them.

Close, closer!

The man saw that the three masked men not only had rifles, but also Remington rifles and pistols; they were armed to the teeth!

His palms were sweaty, and he kept opening and closing his hands, afraid that he would lose his grip on the gun.

Fortunately, those people didn't notice the Dyson family and didn't even glance in their direction.

Only after the three men had walked away did Dyson breathe a sigh of relief and put the gun back in his waistband: "It's alright, it's alright!"

"Who are those people?" the woman asked in a low voice. "Why are we heading north?"

"Maybe they're just militia on patrol," the man guessed wildly. "This place isn't safe, let's get out of here!"

The family of four returned to the highway and, before it got dark, drove a little further before finding a reasonably intact car to spend the night in.

Little did they know that two Americans were already hiding in the car. As soon as the door opened, gun barrels were immediately thrust out.

Dyson quickly raised his hands and stepped back.

Old Mi, who was in the car, saw that the couple had a child with them, so he didn't make things difficult for them and just closed the car door again.

The couple exchanged a glance and could only continue looking at other vehicles. It took them a while to find an SUV with half of its window broken, which they could barely take shelter in.

But the images of those three people kept popping into the couple's minds.

If only they had such good equipment...

At this moment, the trio was walking back to the farm along the same path they had come from, completely unaware that they had become the envy of the old couple, and paying no attention to their recent chance encounter.

Along the way, they encountered too many old Americans, most of whom were like frightened birds, immediately avoiding them when they saw them.

However, not all Americans were so cautious. There were quite a few reckless and impulsive ones. Some simply passed by, some struck up conversations to gather information, and others wanted to buy weapons and ammunition from the trio.

The main point is to be approachable and not stand on ceremony.

The three of them also learned some unverified information from Old Mi.

Along the way, there were dozens of old Americans heading south, but only three of them went north.

When it was completely dark, the trio finally arrived at the farm.

No one wants to turn back, but they have already wasted too much time on the road, and they will have to continue to be delayed. As of now, they still don't know when they will be able to cross the blockade.

The food we brought with us is almost gone, and we must solve the food shortage problem as soon as possible, otherwise even if we get the chance, we may not be able to get through the lockdown.

During this period, at least several hundred Americans have died on the blockade line. If we collect the food they left behind, it could alleviate the immediate crisis.

But that's not a long-term solution.

Besides, the three of them thought of the farm they came from—Dallas still has dogs, so there's definitely no shortage of food!
In times of chaos, gold is valued; in times of prosperity, antiques are valued. Although they don't have cash, they have a considerable amount of gold, which should be enough to exchange for some grain.

Before they even got close to the farm, the three of them discovered that the old villa was brightly lit, and a dozen or so old Americans were setting up a barbecue grill in the yard, laughing and making a ruckus.

Everyone was carrying a gun!
If that's all, it's not a big deal. Everyone has relatives and friends. Maybe Dallas invited some friends and family to have an outdoor barbecue to strengthen their bonds.

But Ouyang's gaze sharpened, and he suddenly gestured for them to hide.

The three quickly hid to the side, and Zhu Yiming asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Ouyang's gaze was like a knife: "I saw Buddy's skin; they eat dog meat!"

"No way!" Zhu Yiming's expression changed instantly. "Where is it?"

"Over there!" Ouyang pointed to the edge of the barbecue area.

Zhu and Jiang both peered over, but it was too dark, and after looking for a long time they could only see darkness.

Ou Yang took out binoculars from his bag, and Zhu and Jiang took turns observing, finally managing to discern a clue.

“Something must have happened!” Zhu Yiming said.

Even with his limited understanding of the United States, he knew that most Americans treated their pets as family members, and while some did eat dog meat, they were a very small minority.

Dallas wouldn't possibly slaughter Buddy to entertain his family and friends!

"What should we do?" Jiang Yuwei asked.

Without hesitation, Ou Yang said, "You two stay outside to provide backup, I'll sneak in and take a look!" As he spoke, he took out night vision goggles from his bag.

At another time, they could simply leave and ignore it, but they came here to solve their food problem, so they can't just walk away like that.

Zhu Yiming nodded in agreement: "Received!"

Jiang Yuwei didn't want Ou Yang to take any risks, and although she wanted to stop him, she couldn't bring herself to say it. In the end, she could only worry and say, "Be careful!"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Ou Yang handed the M27 to Jiang Yuwei. "Give me the submachine gun!"

He put down his backpack and Remington, taking only his submachine gun and Glock, and disappeared into the darkness in a few steps.

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei each occupied the left and right sides of the road, effectively blocking the road to the farm.

They both knew very well that it would be dangerous for Ouyang to sneak in alone. However, in terms of individual combat ability, Ouyang had long since left them far behind. If they insisted on following him, they would not only be of no help, but might even be a hindrance.

Ouyang quickly approached the farm and, through his night vision goggles, could see that the old rice that occupied the farm had not set up any sentries; it was just a bunch of rabble.

But he dared not be careless. He observed the villa several times to make sure there was no problem before quietly approaching it from the side and rear.

The most important thing now is to figure out exactly what happened!
Ouyang didn't get too close to the villa, but instead hid in the darkness twenty or thirty meters away, patiently observing.

At this distance, it would be difficult for Lao Mi to spot him, but Lao Mi could see him clearly through the night vision goggles.

Ou Yang saw candlelight flickering in the kitchen on the first floor, and an old man with a beer belly bustling around the stove, seemingly doing something.

He also saw several old Americans in the living room raising their glasses in a toast. A night breeze blew by, and the aroma of roasted meat kept wafting into Ouyang's nostrils, while his stomach rumbled incessantly.

Damn it!
Ou Yang cursed under his breath, carefully moved to the outside of the villa, and leaped up to the second floor.

A few lights shone from a room window, but the curtains blocked the view.

He gripped the windowsill with both hands and hung below the window. He immediately heard a splashing sound of water and the sounds of two women playing around, which sounded like the two women were taking a bath.

Ou Yang suddenly exerted force with both arms, and his whole body leaped more than two meters into the air, hanging under another window.

This time, there was no light or sound coming from the window.

I reached out and tried, but the window was locked and I couldn't open it at all.

After thinking for a moment, Ou Yang simply stepped onto the windowsill and continued upwards, climbing onto the roof. He quickly pried open the attic's sliding window and climbed into the villa.

The attic was cluttered with miscellaneous items, and a dusty smell wafted out.

Ouyang moved carefully to avoid making noise from the wooden floor, found a pleasing spot, and used his military knife to pry open a gap in the floor.

Below was a dark, empty room, also filled with a lot of miscellaneous items.

Ou Yang calculated the distance, changed his position, and was about to make his move when he suddenly saw a retractable staircase leading down. He immediately moved to the vicinity of the staircase and finally saw the corridor.

It was still deserted.

Ouyang quickly lowered the staircase, went down to the second floor, and then immediately put the staircase back up.

Just as they were about to leave, the door of the room next door suddenly opened, and a white man in his early twenties with a full head of curly hair poked his head out shirtless. When he saw Ouyang, who was fully armed, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to shout.

Ou Yang reacted quickly, grabbing Lao Mi by the neck and shoving him into the house.

It was only then that he realized that this guy not only had curly hair on his head, but his whole body was covered with thick, coarse curly hair, as if the apes had forgotten about him when they evolved into humans.

Curly-haired man's face turned bright red as he desperately slapped and tore at Ouyang's arm, but Ouyang's arm remained motionless, as if cast in bronze and iron.

Not only that, there was also a naked, non-mainstream white girl on the bed, and a strange smell filled the air.

"A fool wouldn't take advantage of a good deal," Ou Yang said without any hesitation, staring intently at everything.

Yes, it's got the right curves, it's hot and sexy!

Seeing her lover being choked by a stranger, Bai Niu opened her mouth as if to scream.

Ouyang swiftly drew his Glock and pointed the muzzle at the white woman's head.

Without uttering a single word, Bai Niu obediently swallowed her scream back.

She made no attempt to cover her body; after regaining her composure, she subtly struck a seductive pose, deliberately displaying her assets.

Ou Yang's lips twitched. What kind of people are these?
Even if he were extremely thirsty, he wouldn't act recklessly at this time and place.

As soon as the grip loosened slightly, Curly, whose eyes had rolled back, finally caught his breath and greedily took a deep breath.

Like a suffocating dog.

After catching his breath, Ouyang grabbed Curly's neck again and demanded sharply, "Where is Dallas!"

Curly struggled desperately, constantly gesturing and winking at White Girl.

The white girl looked bewildered: "Who?"

"Dallas, the master of this place!"

Bai Niu's expression changed, and her eyes darted around.

Ouyang suddenly stepped forward, knocked the white girl unconscious with the butt of his gun, and then loosened his grip on the curly-haired man: "Tell me, where is he? Tell me, and I'll spare your life; don't tell..."

His fingers tightened even more.

Curly-haired boy nodded quickly: "I'll talk, I'll talk—"

"Where?"

Curly pointed nervously to the end of the corridor: "It's in the storeroom!"

Where is the old lady?

"It's in the storeroom too!"

"You're smart to know what's good for you!" Ouyang kept his promise, knocked out Curly and White Girl and threw them together.

Opening the door and checking left and right for anything unusual, Ou Yang slipped out and rushed into the storage room, where he immediately saw Dallas and the old lady tied together with their backs to the north.

The old lady didn't find any external injuries, but Dallas had a bloody hole in his head, half of his face was stained red with blood, and even his eyes were stuck together with dried blood, making him look both pitiful and gruesome.

Hearing the door open, Dallas suddenly looked up, her remaining eyes glaring fiercely at Ouyang.

"Hey, don't you remember me?" Ouyang took off his night vision goggles and immediately found that the storage room was even darker than he had imagined, almost pitch black.

Without hesitation, he turned on the tactical light on his gun and shone it on his face.

Dallas was taken aback: "It's you?"

His expression immediately changed drastically: "You're in cahoots with them!"

Ouyang rolled his eyes and tapped Dallas on the head rudely: "What's wrong with your head? Who do you think you are?"

Dallas was indeed a bit slow-witted; they didn't grasp the concept at all.

Ou Yang didn't want to waste words with him and immediately cut the rope: "Grandma, are you alright?"

He said it lightly, but he was speechless inside.

These Americans are really unlucky. Of all places to go, they had to come here. Now, apart from the immune ones, no one else can escape; they're all bound to get infected.

Dallas finally realized that O'Young had come to rescue him, but he still harbored some doubts.

He turned around to help the old lady up, and was about to speak when Ou Yang's expression changed. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the old lady's chin, forcefully turning it to one side: "Let go!"

Dallas immediately panicked: "What are you doing!"

"Look for yourself!" Ouyang shoved the tactical light right in the old lady's face. "She's entered her growth phase. Do you know what that is?"

Dallas's face flushed red, then turned pale. He staggered back several steps as if his bones had been removed, and collapsed to the ground with a thud: "Oh no, oh no..."

Ouyang neatly tied the old lady up: "I'm sorry, and I'm very sorry, but there's nothing I can do. Infected people in their growth period are too dangerous... You're very lucky, very lucky, you know?"

The old lady only just completely lost control; otherwise, Dallas would have been finished long ago, and it wouldn't have waited until now.

Dallas completely broke down, covering her face and sitting in a corner sobbing.

Ou Yang was utterly speechless, thinking to himself, "Brother, do you even know what time this is? You still have time to cry here?"
He grabbed Dallas and lifted her up: "How long are you going to cry? Outside..."

"Ah—" A high-pitched scream suddenly came from outside the door.

(End of this chapter)