Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 295 The Real Deal
After the battle, Ouyang asked worriedly, "Old Ya, the convoy just left like that, is that alright?"

Lu Wei's response came through the radio: "Don't worry, there are drones following them from the sky, and they are prepared themselves, so there will definitely be no problem."

Previously, they were blocked inside the office by Old Mi and couldn't break out, but now that they've broken out, it won't be so easy to block the convoy again.

Ou Yang finally felt relieved: "What did the higher-ups say? Are they still providing support in other areas?"

"No news for now, take some time to rest."

"Received!" Ouyang immediately organized his equipment at top speed.

The first one is the sniper grenade.

This thing is incredibly useful, and he accepted it without hesitation. Unfortunately, there were only two drum magazines left, for a total of only 14 grenades.

Luohan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "What are you going to do with that thing?"

Ou Yang asked in surprise, "Aren't you bringing it?"

Luo Han rolled his eyes like a suffocating dead fish: "Just call for backup when needed, there's no need to bring it along."

That's what he said, but Ouyang just couldn't bear to put it down: "It's okay, I can carry it!"

Is there a time delay when calling for support? Or is it more convenient to carry it with you?

Luo Han thought to himself, "I'm speechless. The launcher and ammunition together weigh over ten kilograms. Doesn't it feel heavy to carry around like that?"

Never mind, only the one who sinks will know.

Ouyang didn't care about the weight at all. He picked up a magazine, opened it, took out the bullets, grabbed a handful, used his fingers as a guide, and pressed down hard with his palm. In one go, he could force all the bullets in his hand into the empty magazine.

The clicking sound of the bullets being pressed is so crisp and satisfying, it's incredibly stress-relieving.

After repeating this four or five times, a magazine is loaded, not much slower than a quickloader.

Drum magazines are good, but they're round and bulky, making them inconvenient to carry. Magazines are much more convenient.

Bullets can be loaded like this?
Luo Han slapped his head: "Just throw the empty magazines in the box. If you run out of bullets, just ask the rear for new ones!"

"You can do that?" Ou Yang was stunned.

He recalled a claim, though he wasn't sure if it was true, that the US military didn't need to press bullets at all; all magazines were pre-pressed at the factory, so soldiers could use them right away.

Are we getting such good treatment in our own family now?

Luo Han revealed the answer: "Given the current situation, we don't have time to reload; we definitely need reinforcements from the rear!"

"I'll just handle it myself, it won't take much trouble." Ou Yang then realized he had overthought things, inserted the magazine into the magazine pouch, and quickly loaded the second one.

Upon seeing this, Luo Han simply offered up his empty magazine as well: "Hehe, help me load mine too!"

“No problem!” Ouyang readily agreed.

There weren't many empty magazines, it was just a matter of a few shots.

"Something's up!" the pilot suddenly warned.

Ouyang immediately dropped the unloaded magazine and rushed to the edge of the rooftop to look down.

A group of Americans who appeared out of nowhere came into his view. These people seemed to be newcomers. After entering the battlefield, they were immediately stunned by the horrific scene of dismembered limbs and broken bodies scattered all over the ground.

"WTF!" An older Black man with dreadlocks widened his eyes and instinctively slowed his pace. "Is this a battlefield?"

Another burly Black man shoved the man with dreadlocks: "Get out of the way!"

The dreadlocks immediately gave the muscular black man the middle finger.

A group of people stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, but stopped at the perimeter of the battlefield, peeking cautiously into the office.

"Looks like nobody's here." The man with dreadlocks licked his lips. "Shall we go in?"

Until they stepped onto the battlefield, these old black men remained full of ambition.

But once they stepped onto the battlefield, they discovered that the shock of seeing limbs and broken bodies scattered everywhere was far greater than they had imagined, and they found that their courage was not as abundant as they had thought, and they couldn't help but have second thoughts.

Zhuang Hei looked around and said, "Why aren't we going in? We were the first ones here!"

After saying that, regardless of what his companions thought, he took the lead and walked towards the office, with the others following behind, all looking around nervously like frightened birds.

His expression and actions, in internet slang, conveyed a strong sense of surreptitiousness.

Even after the other party entered the office, none of the black men discovered that there were people hiding on the two high points.

Lu Wei had no intention of engaging in combat with the other side, since everyone had already withdrawn.

Ou Yang asked quietly, "Old Ya, what else is in the office?"

"Maybe there's some equipment too, but it's not worth much," Lu Wei said uncertainly. "They're probably after supplies!"

All transactions with Xida were settled in gold. Apart from equipment, the only thing in the office that was truly enviable was the supplies.

Ou Yang clicked his tongue and suddenly felt that this world was truly magical.

The old man who just besieged the office was manipulated by believing rumors and ended up paying the price with his life.

These black guys were lucky; they arrived just as the battle ended, so they didn't have any competitors.

Ou Yang wasn't in the mood to watch Lao Hei empty the office. Just as he was about to continue loading ammunition, he suddenly heard the sound of tires screeching on the road in the distance—a pickup truck was speeding recklessly through the garbage-strewn streets like a raging bull.

Everyone thought the car was just passing by, but unexpectedly it drove straight into the battlefield, ran over the limbs and severed arms scattered on the ground, and drove straight into the office.

The heavy pickup truck came to a stop with a screeching sound of brakes, and a man and a woman, both of East Asian appearance, jumped out of the vehicle.

Ou Yang exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, what's going on? Are they our people? Are they even our people?"

Lu Wei was also stunned: "Dafei, can you confirm my identity?"

The pilot maneuvered the drone into a rapid descent: "Wait, wait for me!"

The two men went straight into the office as soon as they got out of the car, without stopping at all.

Everyone was a little confused. What if they ran into Old Black?

Before the drone even arrived, the man and woman were already rushing through the gate. At the same time, more vehicles appeared in the distance, all black SUVs, their muffled engine roars echoing through the street.

At the critical moment, Ou Yang suddenly fired a shot into the air. Startled by the gunshot, the couple scurried into the office like rabbits with their fur standing on end.

But also because of the fright, the woman turned around and glanced behind her.

In that single glance, the drone successfully captured her facial features.

The man never turned around; only a blurry profile was captured in the photo.

Ouyang asked worriedly, "Old Ya, what if ours falls into Old Hei's hands?"

Lu Wei's voice was deep: "If you can negotiate terms, then negotiate terms; if you can't negotiate terms, then attack head-on!"

Ou Yang didn't speak, but he understood the implied meaning in those words.

Once they fell into the hands of the black man, the couple lost their freedom and their lives were controlled by him.

They either suffer unbearable torment, a fate worse than death, or they take a gamble, choosing between being rescued and dying on the spot.

But do they have a choice? Sorry, no!
It's cruel, but that's reality.

Two figures slipped through the gate, and the convoy had already arrived at the office. The drone didn't have time to dodge, so Dafei had a flash of inspiration and manipulated the drone to crawl under the pickup truck.

The SUV stopped behind the pickup truck, and a large group of heavily armed American soldiers dressed in black combat uniforms jumped out of the vehicle.

They were well-trained; they immediately dispersed and took up defensive positions after getting off the vehicle, appearing very elite.

Ou Yang had a bit of a toothache: "Old tooth, should I get it fixed?"

Before Lu Wei could speak, a dark-skinned man suddenly opened fire. The bullet pierced the floor-to-ceiling glass across the street, and a corpse crashed through the glass and fell from a third-floor window.

The leader of the group of black-skinned men didn't take this little incident to heart. He waved for the other black-skinned men to follow, and headed towards the office first.

But after taking only two steps, a gunshot rang out from behind the broken glass, and the bullets instantly knocked down the two black men.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides were riddled with bullet holes, and several more dark-skinned men perished in the hail of bullets.

The leader, a man in black, was completely dumbfounded. How could there be someone lying in ambush?
However, now was not the time to ponder that; he immediately ordered a counterattack.

There was no need to give an order at all; Blackie, who had been suddenly attacked, had already taken cover behind the SUV and launched a counterattack.

The two sides exchanged fire from a distance, resulting in casualties on both sides.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Ouyang didn't think there was anything special about it, only that Hei Pi's reaction was quite quick. But to others, it was a different story. Hei Pi's movements were skillful, his teamwork was excellent, and his tactical awareness was exceptionally high.

The people in the building were fighting back and forth with Blackie, so they were clearly not weaklings.

This is quite intriguing. What exactly are those people hiding near the office trying to do?
Apart from Ouyang, everyone thought of the previous guesses.

The couple and the old black man in the office were also alerted by the gunshots.

Without saying a word, the two Asian men went straight into the basement. Judging from their movements, it was clear that they were very familiar with the office.

As a result, outside the basement entrance, they saw two black men with guns.

They immediately realized something was wrong and turned to run outside.

An old black man drew his gun to fire, but was stopped by the man with dreadlocks: "Are you crazy? Do you want to attract all those white pigs from outside?"

"Then what do they do?"

"What do you mean, what should we do? We're here to make money, it has nothing to do with those two Asians!" The man with dreadlocks was almost furious. What kind of incompetent teammate was this?
"Fine," Old Black reluctantly conceded.

Dreadlocks breathed a sigh of relief and patted Old Black on the back of the head: "Alright, quickly hide, don't let the white pig outside find you!"

The two immediately hid in the basement and, together with the others, guarded the entrance, praying that the white pig wouldn't rush in.

Unable to enter the basement, the couple had to find another place to hide, eventually taking refuge in a kitchen cabinet.

The man also took a Mi-style kitchen knife for self-defense.

Meanwhile, external conflicts are intensifying.

Old Mi, who had just arrived, was unaware of what had happened. Upon seeing Blackie, everyone's expression immediately changed.

Some of the old Americans retreated immediately without saying a word, while others gritted their teeth and joined the battle without hesitation to hunt down the black man.

The pressure on Blackie increased dramatically, forcing him to shrink his defenses. In the end, unable to hold out any longer, he had no choice but to retreat into a building.

Two more black-skinned men collapsed along the way, one dead and one injured.

Even after entering the office, the black-skinned boss still couldn't figure out how all of this had happened.

The group hiding in the building never showed up. After Blackie entered the building, they also disappeared. It was unclear whether they had left or moved to another place to hide.

The newly arrived American soldiers occupied the outer bunkers and re-surrounded the office.

After driving away one wave after another, Ouyang immediately realized that the false information spread by the enemy was definitely not from the Easterners causing the explosion; there must be something else involved.

Otherwise, given the nature of the Americans, there would certainly be many who would be willing to cause trouble for the East, but even more who would not want to cause trouble for themselves. It would be impossible for such a large-scale conflict to arise, let alone for one wave to be resolved only to be followed by another.

There must be something in the rumors that Old Mi thinks he has to go all out for.

Of course, it's also possible that it's just a rumor.

At this moment, Ouyang really wanted to grab someone by the throat and ask them questions.

The situation was becoming increasingly complicated, and Lu Wei regretted not intervening when the couple first appeared. If he had caught Hei Pi off guard and bought some time, rescuing them wouldn't have been particularly difficult.

Now things are really messed up; the office is completely surrounded by Americans, making it difficult to get anyone out!

Suddenly, a call came through the radio from the warship. He quickly connected: "This is the second team...yes...yes...understood!"

After hanging up, Lu Wei immediately said, "Attention everyone, the identities of those two people have been confirmed. The man's surname is Zhuo, and he is a biology PhD that we sent to the joint research center. The woman's identity is still unknown. They may know what happened at the research center. We have been instructed by our superiors to ensure their safety!"

Luo Han nearly went crazy: "No, how can you guarantee that?"

"The drones are already on their way!" Lu Wei said.

Ou Yang's lips twitched. Was he going to go for another big one?

"What about us? Should we take a drone down?" he asked.

"What are you thinking about? Get back on your feet!" Lu Wei glanced at his watch. "Everyone, hurry up!"

Ouyang didn't bother with any magazines; he just attached a drum magazine to the 191 and ran downstairs.

Luo Han followed closely behind. He considered himself to be in pretty good physical condition. Although he wasn't top-tier, he was in the middle of the pack. But Ou Yang was carrying more than ten kilograms of weight, yet he was perfectly fine and kept ahead of him. No matter how hard Luo Han tried to catch up, he couldn't.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Luohan became even more determined and increased his speed.

To everyone's surprise, Ouyang still ran ahead with ease, taking one step at a time. Although his movements were quite rough, he landed with very little sound.

Luohan looked at himself again, and each time he landed, it was like a comet hitting the earth, making a loud thud.

Luckily we were going downstairs; if we had been climbing up, we would have been completely lost.

Luohan ran down from the rooftop in one breath, without even having time to count which floor he had reached.

Ouyang, who had been charging ahead, suddenly smelled a faint spore scent, abruptly braked and stopped on the fifth floor, waving back to signal Luohan to stop.

Luohan was so focused on chasing that he kept thinking about stopping, but his body kept rushing forward. The result of this mental and physical inconsistency was that he tripped and fell down the stairs.

Ouyang realized something was wrong and suddenly turned around to catch the falling Luohan in his arms.

Luo Han was prepared to fall flat on his face, but unexpectedly, he felt light and was caught by Ou Yang, who gently placed him on the ground and even raised his finger to make a shushing gesture.

It's like catching a child who has accidentally fallen.

Luo Han was stunned. He was a grown man, after all. He was fully equipped and had fallen from a height of more than one person. How could he have caught him so easily?

Ouyang didn't give him a chance to ask, and quietly reported over the radio: "Old Ya, I'm having a problem. I might have run into the real culprit!"

(End of this chapter)