Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 261 Tonight
Ou Yang darted to the door, held his breath, and pushed it open just a crack, just in time to see a white woman hurrying downstairs.

My gaze shifted, and the door to the bedroom was still open, with Curly and White Girl still unconscious.

Ouyang immediately turned around: "Let's go!"

However, Dallas actually sat back down in the corner, still holding his head and looking completely devastated.

You bastard!

Ou Yang almost fainted from anger. What kind of terrible teammate is this? He's really impossible to carry!

He brought up Dallas again: "How the hell are you going to stop crying? Hurry up, or it'll be too late!"

Dallas looked at O'Yang, then at the old lady: "Mom..."

Ou Yang felt a lump in his throat, but didn't know how to release it.

Is Dallas wrong?

Of all evils, lust is the worst; of all virtues, filial piety is the foremost. From ancient times to the present, our family has always valued filial piety the most, so there's no way we can say that's wrong.

But at such a crucial moment, this guy turned out to be like a lump of mud, making you want to give him a good beating.

Ouyang also knew that he was just talking without understanding the situation; if he were in the same situation, he might not be as good as others.

However, from an outsider's perspective, it's incredibly frustrating and infuriating.

Time was of the essence, and Ou Yang had no time to slowly persuade her. With a quick thought, he simply tore a piece of cloth to gag the old lady and dragged her outside.

Dallas snapped back to reality: "What do you want to do!"

Ouyang ignored him completely, dragged the old lady out the door, and quickly opened the retractable staircase leading to the attic, taking the old lady up.

Dallas followed suit, climbing up to the attic as well: "What are you going to do!"

Ou Yang grabbed his collar: "Stop talking nonsense, keep an eye on your mother, understand?"

Perhaps it was Ouyang's assertiveness that worked, because Dallas finally nodded and led the old lady to a corner.

Random footsteps came from the direction of the stairs, and the beam of a flashlight swayed back and forth. Ou Yang immediately left the attic and slipped into the storage room.

Dallas was stunned. The Asian man ran away but didn't retract the retractable staircase. What was he trying to do? Was he using him and the old lady as bait?
Realizing he couldn't just sit and wait to die, Dallas jumped to his feet, grabbed a baseball bat, darted to the stairwell, gripped the bat, and waited for the enemy to charge up.

Through the crack in the door of the storage room, Ou Yang saw several menacing old Americans rushing up to the second floor, three white men and one black man.

A disheveled white woman followed behind, seemingly the one who had just escaped.

A group of people went up to the second floor and immediately saw the retractable ladder that had been lowered. They immediately raised their guns and slowed down to proceed cautiously.

The four men were very professional, each with a gun pointed in a different direction, including the storage room.

Ou Yang clicked his tongue, propped himself up on one hand and lay on his side, switched his submachine gun to single-fire mode, and fired first.

As our ancestors wisely said, "He who strikes first gains the upper hand, he who strikes last suffers the consequences"... No, it's more like, "When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave shall prevail!"

He pulled the trigger repeatedly, and the bullets ricocheted in a fan shape in the not-so-spacious corridor, instantly knocking down two old Americans.

The white girl following behind was lucky; upon hearing the gunshot, she missed a step, screamed, and fell down the stairs.

May God bless her!

The other two Americans were more shrewd. As soon as the gun went off, they huddled together and, regardless of where their opponents were, aimed in the general direction and frantically pulled the trigger.

A bullet grazed Ouyang's cheek, and he could even feel the heat from it.

But he didn't panic; instead, he continued firing, knocking an old American to the ground.

The last old man leaped into the bedroom, escaping Ouyang's sight.

Ou Yang pulled the safety, switched the submachine gun to burst fire mode, and started spraying bullets wildly at the wall.

The wooden country villa was made entirely of wood, inside and out. The two people were separated only by a wooden plank wall, which was not thick enough to stop bullets.

However, submachine guns are relatively weak, and once they penetrate wooden boards, they cannot maintain their original trajectory, so whether they hit the enemy depends entirely on luck.

Ouyang emptied half a magazine, then suddenly flipped himself up, rushed out of the storage room, and leaped up, peeking out from above the bedroom door.

Old Mi was only focused on guarding the storeroom and never expected that Ouyang would appear from above. Just as he was about to fire, Ouyang shot him through the forehead.

Looking at the bed again, Curly had been shot twice in the back, his life hanging in the balance.

The white-haired girl was pinned beneath him, so it was impossible to see whether she had been shot or not.

Ouyang quickly finished off the remaining enemies.

At the same time, intense gunfire could be heard outside as well.

As soon as the gunshot rang out inside the villa, the revelers outside fell silent instantly, looking into the house with suspicion and uncertainty. No one thought there had been an accident; they simply assumed that some guy had accidentally discharged his gun.

However, the gunfire intensified, and it came from more than one gun.

By this point, even the most oblivious person would know that something had gone wrong, and the crowd instantly descended into chaos.

Some grabbed their guns and rushed into the house, while others ran to the side or quickly hid in a secluded corner.

Zhu and Jiang, who were some distance away, also heard the gunshots and knew that Ou Yang had engaged in a firefight with the enemy. Two shots rang out, and the two fired almost simultaneously, each taking down an enemy.

This threw Old Mi into even greater chaos. Whether inside or outside the house, everyone was frantically searching for cover and launching a counterattack at the first opportunity.

It was completely dark by then, and they couldn't see where Zhu and Jiang were hiding. They relied entirely on their ears to determine the direction of the gunfire, firing wildly without any sense of direction. The bullets seemed to have disappeared into the distance, and they didn't hit a single one.

The distance between the two sides was not too far, only about two hundred meters, less than three hundred.

If the exact location of the target were known, there might be a chance of hitting it, but under the cover of night, no one would know where the enemy was.

It's like a blind cat catching a dead mouse; how could it be such a coincidence?
In contrast, Zhu and Jiang are different.

First of all, although there were no electric lights at the barbecue site, there were bonfires and torches, which illuminated Lao Mi's figure.

Secondly, both rifles were equipped with scopes, especially the M27, which had both high accuracy and high rate of fire. Jiang Yuwei fired several shots and hit the target with a success rate of about 70%!

Working together, the two quickly eliminated all the old Americans in sight, and the rest went into hiding.

Ouyang knew that his comrades and the enemy must have clashed. He rushed into the attic, and as soon as he popped his head out, he heard a roar. Dallas had used all his strength to smash a club into Ouyang's head.

Ouyang dodged and grabbed the bat: "Are you crazy!"

Dallas was a little confused: "It's you?"

Ouyang didn't have time to chat with him. He gave Dallas a shove, and Dallas stumbled back several steps, landing hard on his backside.

Looking at Ou Yang again, he had already darted to the window and used his tactical light to send a series of light signals in the direction where Zhu and Jiang were hiding.

The gist is: don't fire indiscriminately.

The subtext is: never accidentally harm friendly forces!
At that moment, all the old Misers had taken cover, and Zhu and Jiang stopped firing. The farm, which had been filled with gunfire just moments before, suddenly fell silent.

Just as Ouyang finished giving the signal, he heard chaotic footsteps coming from the corridor again.

His mind raced: Was this targeting me, or were they planning to seize the high ground to deal with Zhu and Jiang?

Ou Yang leaped to the retractable staircase, kneeling on one knee, bending sideways, his body arched, his head touching the floor—an extremely awkward posture—and aimed at the end of the corridor. But the enemy didn't rush up; instead, they hid on the stairs, cautiously observing, seemingly holding back their attack.

Ouyang really wanted to fire a shot through the wall to see if he could kill a few people.

But to fire from his position, the bullet would have to penetrate two layers of wooden walls, and these two walls were perpendicular to each other. One of the walls was like the sloped armor of a tank. Although it wasn't that thick, the bullet definitely wouldn't be able to penetrate it.

At the very least, a submachine gun couldn't penetrate it.

Ouyang had a toothache and suddenly regretted not bringing his rifle.

Even with the M500, we wouldn't be in such a passive position.

A direct confrontation wasn't the solution, so he quickly got up and rushed to the window, where he looked down and spotted several old Americans hiding in the shadows.

Without hesitation, Ouyang opened fire, killing off the enemies in his line of sight one by one. The courtyard, which had just calmed down, was thrown into chaos again, with everyone frantically searching for cover.

There was still no movement below.

Ou Yang couldn't help but feel a bit curious; these guys were quite patient!

He gritted his teeth, quickly changed to a new magazine, then suddenly leaped out of the window, used the roof as a springboard, and landed nimbly on the ground.

Before the surrounding old rice could react, Ouyang had already jumped up, quickly moving to a new position while firing fiercely.

Moreover, he used a submachine gun in his right hand and a Glock in his left, firing with both hands simultaneously to kill the old Misers in his line of sight one by one.

Those of you hiding inside can hide as long as you want, I'm not playing with you anymore!

In the attic, Dallas, who witnessed this scene, stared wide-eyed. Was this even human?

Ouyang ignored everything and slipped out of Dallas's sight, but the gunfire never stopped.

There were also gunshots from the old man, but Ouyang didn't intend to confront them head-on. Instead, he rushed into the house.

As soon as I entered, I bumped into Old Mi, who was in charge of cooking.

This guy was tall and strong, and the Remington in his hand looked like a fire poker.

Upon seeing Ou Yang, the guy was surprised and raised his gun as he opened his mouth to shout.

Ouyang fired a shot that pierced the man's palm, and then fired two more shots to kill Old Mi.

Before the remaining old Mi could retaliate, Ouyang jumped out of the door again, and while out of sight, fired two shots into the corner, wounding the enemy hiding there.

A scream startled Old Mi, who was hiding in the house, and he opened fire on Ou Yang without prior agreement.

Ou Yang fled like a bird, and as he passed the grill, he grabbed a piece of freshly grilled dog meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Hmm, the taste was a little off, but the cooking time was perfect.

Old Mi inside the house didn't dare to chase after them, but he was still shot twice by Jiang Yuwei, resulting in one death and one injury.

Ou Yang originally wanted to return to the second floor to take out the enemy, but the submachine gun was not handy, so he simply plunged into the night and ran back to Zhu and Jiang's hiding place like the wind.

Zhu Yiming was stunned: "Why are you back?"

Ou Yang handed the submachine gun back to Jiang Yuwei and then tucked the M500 back into his waistband: "Come back and change your gun!"

"Change guns?" Zhu Yiming was completely confused and was about to ask when Ou Yang had already grabbed the magazine, picked up the M27, and ran back.

Zhu Yiming was completely bewildered: "Hey... what's going on?"

The three of them came looking for food, not to rescue hostages. Is there some mistake?

Jiang Yuwei pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but carefully put away the submachine gun.

This thing has too short a range; she probably won't be able to get involved in the upcoming battle.

Ouyang returned, but instead of approaching the villa, he climbed to the top of the barn and looked down at it.

The lights in the room had long been turned off, but with the help of night vision goggles, everything was clearly visible.

Without any hesitation, Ouyang immediately opened fire on the target in his line of sight. After taking down several enemies, the remaining old man realized what had happened and quickly moved away from the window to a more secluded corner.

Adhering to the basic principle of "hit and run," Ou Yang immediately left the rooftop, calculated the enemy's position, grabbed the barbecue grill, and hurled it hard at the window.

With a crash, the heavy barbecue grill shattered the glass and slammed against the wall, scattering embers everywhere.

An old man happened to be nearby. Seeing the embers flying towards him, he pulled the white woman next to him in front of him to block the falling embers.

The white girl screamed repeatedly as she was burned by the red-hot charcoal.

Ou Yang fired several shots, hitting both Lao Mi and Bai Niu simultaneously, and they fell silent in the blink of an eye.

The remaining old rice farmers gasped in unison, and simultaneously felt the urge to retreat.

Who exactly is that guy outside?
At that moment, several gunshots rang out from the second floor. Ou Yang didn't care who fired the shots, and immediately moved to the window facing the stairs, firing several shots into the stairwell.

Regardless of whether he hit the target or not, he leaped up to the second floor, randomly found a window, squeezed through, killed two old Americans, and then cleared out all the enemies on the second floor.

The remaining old Americans were utterly terrified and dared not stay any longer, fleeing the villa through the windows.

Knowing they were ambushed from the front, they all fled from behind the villa.

Ouyang ignored them and returned to the bottom of the attic.

This time he learned his lesson and called out before going upstairs, "Dallas, it's me. Come down, it's all right!"

Dallas popped his head out, grabbed a baseball bat, and came down from the attic. He immediately picked up a gun from a dead old man.

Having his weapon back, his anxious heart finally calmed down a bit: "You did all this?"

Ouyang shrugged: "It's me."

"My God!" Dallas simply couldn't believe how someone of such a small build could do that. "Are you Rambo?"

Ou Yang rolled his eyes, too lazy to explain to him: "I guess so."

Dallas suddenly didn't know what to say. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, and then thinking about how he had once pointed a gun at this ruthless Asian man, his heart started pounding wildly, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

After a moment's thought, Dallas's mind finally cleared a bit: "You're here to... um, save me?"

"I guess so," Ou Yang nodded. "To be more precise, he came looking for you, but we just happened to run into each other."

Dallas was somewhat surprised, yet also relieved: "Looking for me? What's up?"

Ouyang said bluntly, "I need some food. You should have some here, right?"

"Oh, I see!" Dallas breathed a sigh of relief. Although it hurt her wallet, she didn't dare refuse and forced a smile. "Of course, no problem!"

"Great!" Ou Yang smiled happily, then suddenly remembered that it was getting late, so he quickly took out his phone and turned it on.

It was already past eight o'clock, so he quickly dialed Luo Hui's number.

The call was answered as soon as the dial tone sounded, and Luo Hui's suppressed voice came through the receiver: "Ou Yang, the opportunity has come, tonight!"

O'Yang suddenly looked up and stared intently at Dallas: "We might not need any food anymore!"

(End of this chapter)