Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 331 Deck Duel
With Lu's approval, 27 and Jin Dou picked up the storage box and ran.

Ouyang casually picked up two boxes of missiles and followed closely behind.

As Lu Wei ran, he ordered the team members in the cockpit to cover their own operation.

The four men rushed to the edge of the deck in one go, and 27 knelt down to aim and launch the man-portable missile into the air.

Jin Dou abandoned the launch and devoted himself to loading missiles into the launcher.

Although the missiles from the Silver Bay were small and fired infrequently, they did serve to some extent to contain the enemy and weaken their advantage.

Lu Wei's gaze kept shifting between the deck and the air, worried about the enemy on the ship and concerned about the battle in the air.

Before long, 27 and Jin Dou had used up all their man-portable missiles, but the dogfight between the drones was still undecided. Just when they didn't know what to do, several white streaks as fast as lightning suddenly appeared in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, missiles trailing white smoke flew from out of sight to the battlefield, and with several loud explosions, they shot down all the enemy drones.

Ouyang felt an astonishing heat rush towards him, and almost thought that fire was about to burn his face.

Only then did everyone hear a sonic boom like muffled thunder.

Ouyang stared wide-eyed. What kind of missile was this? It was going way too fast!
He was more interested in knowing exactly how far these missiles had come from—100 kilometers? 200 kilometers? Or even 500 kilometers?

I've heard that the most advanced model nowadays has a range of 1000 kilometers, but I don't know if that's true or not.

Inside the cockpit, the soldier operating the drone suddenly sounded an alarm: "Someone's here!"

Zhang Cheng immediately looked over, and the camera was positioned in the gap between two rows of containers, where a burly South American man with empty hands was walking out in a swagger.

Human bomb?

But the man wasn't even wearing a bulletproof vest; he was just wearing an ordinary shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing his fuzzy chest hair. It was as if he had been forgotten during human evolution, and he didn't look like he was hiding a bomb at all.

Zhang Cheng couldn't help but feel confused: What's the deal with this guy?
"Wormtooth, there's a South American on the foredeck, to your right front, about to come out!"

Lu Wei was completely exasperated: "What are you doing? Just kill the enemy as soon as you spot them, that's all!"

Zhang Cheng immediately added, "He has no weapon!"

Lu Wei was furious: "Just because they don't have weapons doesn't mean they're not enemies?"

Before the words were even finished, the man had already walked out nonchalantly, spreading his hands to indicate that he posed no threat... It wasn't that he was unarmed; the man was carrying a gun, but he wasn't holding it.

Upon seeing that person, Lu Wei immediately understood.

As the old saying goes, "When two armies are at war, envoys should not be killed." Although countless envoys have been killed throughout history, this saying has long been deeply ingrained in the minds of the Chinese people.

Therefore, when anyone sees the other person's posture, their first reaction is that they have something to say.

Moreover, ordinary people often have a misconception that soldiers on opposing sides in war will inevitably fight to the death if they collide, with no other possible outcome.

In reality, the relationship between the two sides in a war is difficult to define clearly, and peaceful coexistence when there are no combat missions is not an isolated case.

Take this South American man in front of us, for example. If he were to pick up a brick from any random corner, it could be considered as if he were carrying a deadly weapon and killed.

But having your hands empty is a different story.

The man strode towards Lu Wei, who secretly gripped his rifle, but since the man was empty-handed, Lu Wei didn't raise his gun either.

Everyone was a bit confused, not knowing what this guy meant.

Are you really outmatched and ready to surrender?

Without saying a word, the other party stared wide-eyed as he ejected a bullet from the magazine, held it in his hand, and made a snapping motion.

That's right, it's about breaking it!
However, the bullet was too short to hold easily, and it wasn't easy to break. He tried to break it several times but failed.

Perhaps growing impatient, he simply took out another bullet, joined the two bullets end to end, and showed Lu Wei that they were one. Then, with a clean and decisive movement, he broke them in two and slammed them to the ground.

Lu Wei stared wide-eyed at the two 7.62×39mm intermediate-power rounds rolling erratically, his head filled with question marks: "What's wrong with this guy? Hey, don't just stare at him, watch out for enemies!"

He was 90% certain that this person was a decoy sent by the enemy to distract them!

Seeing that Lu Wei didn't react, the man actually picked up the bullet and bent it again.

Finally, a soldier said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Doesn't this seem to mean the same thing as severing ties?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lu Wei's face darkened. "I don't even know him, what kind of severance is this?"

The man was repeatedly ignored by Lu Wei, and his originally expressionless face gradually became filled with anger, and he suddenly let out a series of angry roars.

The tactical glasses automatically translated, roughly meaning: "How dare you ignore the sacred duel invitation, blah blah blah."

Lu Wei's eyes widened: "What the heck? A duel invitation? Has this guy lost his mind?"

Others saw the same translation, and each person had a different expression, but all were equally brilliant.

Ou Yang whispered a reminder: "It might be because you've absorbed too many spores."

Or it could be the nascent stage of falling into a hallucination.

The following sentence is self-explanatory; after all, they came from the Hua Tuo ship and were very familiar with the situation of the infected.

Before Lu Wei could reply, the man abruptly drew his M9 from his waist. It was clearly just a multi-functional bayonet, but he twirled it in a rather awkward manner.

Witnessing this scene, Ouyang exclaimed: "It's been a long time since I've encountered such a bizarre infected person!"

Of all the infected people, you're the most outstanding!

"I'm not stupid, who would duel him?" Lu Wei curled his lip in disdain.

When there's a war going on, who has time to play role-playing games with this idiot?

Lu Wei's expression was immediately interpreted as a provocative signal by the other party, who roared and swung his sword forward.

boom--

Gunshots rang out in the cockpit. Zhang Cheng, who was prepared, fired a shot into the chest, instantly causing a small tuft of chest hair to pop out.

But it only prickled a tuft of chest hair; the bullet embedded itself in the flesh, but it didn't even manage to penetrate the chest, let alone leave a hole.

There wasn't even much blood loss!
The man looked down at his wound, then suddenly let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and lunged at Lu Wei.

Ou Yang's pupils shrank: "Watch out!"

But his warning came too late. Lu Wei had already been sent flying by the opponent's brutal charge, crashing into 27.

He was 27 meters tall and strong, and got his nickname because he wore size 45 shoes. When he saw Lu Wei flying over, he instinctively reached out to catch him, but Lu Wei crashed into him, feeling like he had been hit by a wild bull. The two of them immediately rolled into a heap.

The other party became even angrier and roared that he was going to charge forward again.

Ouyang drew his M500 with lightning speed and pulled the trigger repeatedly. His first shot hit the opponent's right shoulder, blasting open a patch of flesh and sending many scattering mycelia flying.

The bullet lodged in the shoulder joint, and the man lost control of his right arm, able to lift it but unable to lower it.

Realizing the power of the M500, the man immediately rolled over to dodge, using both hands and feet to scramble and crawl, and none of the remaining four bullets hit him.

If it were a Glock, at least two more shots would have hit, but the M500 has too much recoil and is difficult to use. In addition, in a moment of panic, I only cared about speed and relied on my sense of touch to aim, resulting in a significant drop in accuracy.

Ouyang skillfully opened the magazine, five spent cartridges fell out, and a new cartridge was just put into the cylinder. Before the cylinder could be closed, the enemy had already charged at him with a knife.

However, the man's right arm was injured, and his arm got stuck halfway through the swing. He could only turn around and swing his left fist at Ou Yang.

Ouyang instinctively raised his arm and slammed his fist into it, sending him staggering back several steps. The M500 slipped from his hand, bounced a few times, and bullets flew out of their chambers, clattering and scattering on the ground.

Several gunshots suddenly rang out behind them; it was their comrades in the cockpit seizing the opportunity to fire, intending to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

But the man didn't pause at all; after succeeding, he immediately launched another attack.

Ouyang grabbed the 191 rifle with his backhand and used it as a short spear to stab, thrust, and smash to defend against the opponent's attack.

He had no experience with gun or spear techniques, and relied entirely on instinct to wield the weapon, using its length to keep up with his opponent.

In no time, the other party kicked the gun, deforming the perfectly good rifle.

Ouyang also took the opportunity to kick the enemy, sending him staggering back five or six meters.

Everyone was stunned. How much strength would it take to kick such a tall, strong man that tall and two meters away so far?

The man landed on his backside with a thud, but acted as if nothing had happened, quickly rolling backward to his feet.

The cockpit opened fire again, but the man was enraged and neither dodged nor avoided the bullets, charging towards Ouyang despite the hail of bullets.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ouyang removed the bayonet from the muzzle of his gun, held it upside down with his left hand, and pulled out his Glock with his right hand, assuming a starting position with the knife in front and the gun behind, staring intently at the enemy.

At the same time, he kept telling himself: I am a master, I am Bruce Lee, I am Jackie Chan...

He had used this trick several times before, and each time he had achieved unexpectedly rich results. However, the spore concentration on the ship was not high to begin with, and the deck was outdoors. The spores he inhaled were far from reaching the level of hallucination. He also did not have any more efficient hallucinogens on him, so all his psychological suggestions were in vain.

Ou Yang gritted his teeth and decided to stop dodging, suddenly unleashing his power to charge at his opponent.

Lu Wei was so anxious he was jumping up and down, worried about accidentally hitting Ou Yang. He wanted to order everyone not to fire, but he didn't want to see Ou Yang fighting hand-to-hand with the other side.

Both sides moved at an astonishing speed. The enemy charged a few steps and then leaped up, crashing into Ouyang like a battering ram.

Ouyang knew his own situation; even if he went head-to-head, he might not lose. But he never intended to fight back. He sidestepped his opponent's charge, and in the instant they passed each other, Glock pressed his hand under the opponent's arm and pulled the trigger.

The bolt recoiled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, all twenty bullets were fired into the enemy's armpits.

The other party immediately let out a pained scream that sounded inhuman.

If it were hit in other places, it might not cause much serious damage, but the armpit is also called the soft spot, which is one of the most vulnerable places in the body.

Ou Yang was extremely disappointed. It was a pity that the shot landed on the enemy's already half-crippled right arm. If it had hit the left side, it might have crippled the enemy's left arm as well.

He pressed his advantage relentlessly, throwing away his bayonet, quickly replacing it with a new magazine, and launching an attack.

With a simple pull and insert, the magazine is replaced—much easier than installing the magazine!
The other person instinctively took a step back. Ou Yang raised an eyebrow. "So you know fear now?"
Instead of getting close to the enemy and waiting for an opportunity to fire as he had done before, he suddenly fired at the enemy's right side, forcing the enemy to dodge to the left, and then took the opportunity to rush up and kick the enemy's thigh.

Click!

The opponent couldn't dodge in time, and the kick landed solidly, breaking the enemy's thigh on the spot with a sound like a tree trunk snapping.

The enemy lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Ouyang seized the opportunity and fired all the bullets in his gun into the other man's face in one go.

A 9mm bullet is unlikely to penetrate an enemy's flesh, but it can still kill with a single shot to the eye!

The enemy reacted quickly, raising their arms to cover their faces, and more than ten bullets were embedded in their arms.

Ouyang quickly retreated, loaded the last magazine, and emptied the magazine again.

At the same time, gunfire erupted from the cockpit, with a dense barrage of bullets covering the enemy. However, the small-caliber bullets were only slightly more effective than 9mm bullets and still couldn't penetrate flesh.

Everyone had the same thought: This thing is too difficult to deal with!

Ou Yang turned around and looked down, trying to retrieve the M500, but Lu Wei shoved the loaded M500 into his hand: "Here!"

Ouyang put away his Glock and used his M500 to fire at close range through the gap between the enemy's arms. He fired five shots in a row, smashing half of the enemy's head.

The arm that had been covering his face fell limply, revealing his unseeing eyes.

Ou Yang breathed a sigh of relief, touched his body, and then remembered that he only had five spare bullets with him. Before returning to the Hua Tuo, the M500 would be useless.

Lu Wei also breathed a sigh of relief, grimacing and shaking his head and waist, his whole body aching: "My god, this thing is too hard to deal with. Now I know why you always carry this thing with you."

He looked down at the M500, his eyes revealing an undisguised eagerness.

Ou Yang holstered his gun, not even giving Lu Wei a chance to glance at it: "You should apply to the higher-ups later, and we'll definitely be able to equip a batch."

With their own ships sailing day and night on the route to the United States, getting a batch of large-caliber handguns from the Americans is no problem at all.

The only concern is that the M500, being a large-caliber pistol, is difficult to control and not everyone can handle it.

Lu Wei shook his head: "Forget it, I don't have that kind of luck."

Ou Yang was unaware that the higher-ups had already considered this issue, but firstly, the number of zombies was extremely small, making the chance of encountering them very low; secondly, using a pistol to deal with these things required close-range shooting, which posed too great a risk to the individual, and while the equipment was simple, its effectiveness in actual combat was very limited.

Instead of pinning our hopes on handguns to combat special infected individuals, it would be better to use large-caliber sniper rifles or weapons like man-portable missiles.

Regardless, taking down this special enemy is a great achievement. Lu Wei patted Ou Yang on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's retreat!"

There are still unknown enemies hiding on the ship, so staying on deck is not a good option.

The group quickly retreated to the cockpit, and Ouyang was immediately surrounded by a crowd of people who wanted to know what kind of superpowers he had. Some even asked if he was a descendant of a martial arts family, leaving him speechless.

In the end, it was Lu Wei who stepped in and calmed down these curious kids, thus rescuing Ou Yang from the predicament.

(End of this chapter)