Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 344: Going deep into the enemy camp
The muscular man's face darkened upon hearing this: "What, are you targeting me? Well then, I'd like to hear your brilliant ideas!"

Mike sneered inwardly, ignoring the muscular man's implied threat: "To be precise, it's the Mole's plan, but I'd like to hear Mr. Semis's plan first."

The pastor looked at the muscular man: "Semis, you go first."

"Alright!" The muscular man shrugged helplessly. "My plan is simple: keep releasing more balloons, but not just those carrying spores, but also live mice. As long as even one successfully lands..."

At this point, he made a gesture resembling a flower blooming on the ground.

Mike rolled his eyes. That's it?
The others couldn't help but frown. They were all releasing balloons, but what was the difference between spores and mice?

The muscular guy grumbled, "Hey, what's with all those faces? I have another plan, okay?"

Mike gestured for him to speak: "I'm all ears!"

The muscular man stood up, leaning forward, his powerful physique exuding an aura of intimidation: "I plan to organize a group of infected individuals to smuggle themselves out of the country via the Arctic or Alaska!"

"This is your plan?" Mike couldn't help but chuckle. "I thought you could come up with some brilliant ideas."

The apostles are dedicated to purifying the world and have been trying to send infected people to Europe. They have done a lot of smuggling, but with the help of modern technology, the blockade set up by various countries is very tight, and there is nowhere to hide on the ocean. Every smuggling attempt ends in total annihilation.

"Of course it's not that simple!" The muscular man sat down again. "What if we take the Arctic or Antarctic route?"

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.

The muscular man continued, "Crossing the ocean is a long distance, but flying over the polar regions makes the distance much shorter."

Mike squinted: "Aren't you worried about freezing into an ice sculpture halfway there?"

"Summer is just around the corner, and the temperature in the Arctic isn't that low," the muscular man said with a smile.

The pastor nodded: "Good, a very good plan."

The muscular man, flattered by the praise, grinned like a child: "Your turn!"

Mike stubbed out his half-smoked cigar in the ashtray: "My plan is simple, but I can only tell Dad about it alone."

The muscular man's expression immediately changed: "What do you mean?"

“It means exactly what it says,” Mike said calmly. “It also means mole.”

The muscleman wanted to say something, but the pastor waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, Mike and Mole won't let me down."

The muscular man snorted coldly and strode out of the restaurant in a huff.

The others followed silently behind, walking out step by step.

The heavy door closed, and the pastor said in that particularly kind voice, "Mike, my child, what are your plans?"

Mike lowered his voice: "That's right, Mole said he recently developed a contact who's in the Navy and qualified to enter the Golden Bay submarine base..."

His voice grew softer and softer, and the dark figure outside the window pricked up its ears but still couldn't hear him clearly. It couldn't help but lean up and look up, but still couldn't hear him clearly.

Just then, a furious shout suddenly came from the ground: "Who!"

Darkness was startled and instinctively turned to look down, where a guard was staring up at him.

The talking in the restaurant also stopped.

The guard had already raised his gun. The dark figure didn't have time to think. He suddenly leaped upwards, crashing through the debris and landing in the restaurant. He then nimbly rolled to his feet.

Mike was stunned for a moment, then immediately drew his gun.

The shadowy figure moved even faster, shooting through Mike's wrist.

The pastor jumped to his feet, trying to run, but was caught by the shadowy figure in a flash. The figure's left arm was around the pastor's neck, while the right hand held a gun pointed at Mike, who was clutching his wrist: "Tell me, what's your plan!"

Mike was furious: "I won't tell!"

The shadowy figure pointed a gun at the priest's head: "Don't you want him dead?" With a slight exertion, the priest immediately let out a groan of pain.

The shadowy figure whispered in the priest's ear: "If you don't want to die, make him say it!"

The pastor trembled slightly, unable to conceal his will to live: "Prince, I believe you will make the right choice, my child."

The shadowy figure couldn't help but roll its eyes. It was clearly so scared it was about to wet its pants, but it insisted on going in circles, suffering for the sake of saving face!

Mike's expression changed repeatedly as he struggled internally.

He's not some muscle-bound idiot; how could he not understand what the priest meant?
However, speaking out would not be in his own interest, nor in the interests of the apostles. Moreover, the pastor did not directly ask him to speak the truth. If he had chosen to speak out, the pastor could have easily shirked responsibility and pushed all the blame onto him, the unfortunate soul.

But what would others think if the priest died in front of him?
Even if Mike were capable of killing the shadowy figure, others would suspect that Mike colluded with the shadowy figure to kill the priest.

Even if the muscle-bound guy knew the truth, he would still pin the blame for the priest's death on him.

The shadowy figure clearly lacked patience. Seeing that Mike refused to speak, it suddenly tightened its grip on the priest's hand, causing the priest to let out a painful howl.

After much deliberation, Max decided to stall for time: "You can't escape!"

"Who said I was going to run away?" The shadowy figure revealed a surprised smile, then shattered the priest's kneecap with a single shot. "You'd better hurry!"

The pastor suddenly opened his mouth wide, clearly in extreme pain, but could not make a sound, only rapid breathing repeated over and over.

It took the priest a few seconds to recover before he suddenly let out a scream.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the restaurant. The dark figure immediately tightened its grip on the priest's neck, shielding him in front of it.

With a muffled bang, the restaurant door was kicked open from the outside, and a group of people rushed in, all raising their guns and aiming them at the dark figure holding the pastor hostage.

The shadowy figure simply pointed a gun at the priest's head, and the priest's screams of pain became almost inaudible, as if a silencer had been pressed.

The apostle members who broke in were also hesitant to act rashly, fearing the consequences.

"Will you talk or not!" the shadowy figure continued to press.

The pastor, enduring excruciating pain, said, "Mike, my child, I believe you will make the right choice!"

Everyone looked at Mike, and the muscular man demanded, "What did he ask you?"

“Okay, I’ll tell you!” Mike suddenly stood up straight. “We plan to use balloons to carry the spores and release them to other continents!”

The muscular guy was completely bewildered: What the hell? You're selling me?
Without uttering a single word, the shadowy figure continued to attack the priest: "Don't play dumb with me!"

Mike gritted his teeth and remained silent, while the others' gazes darted back and forth between Mike and the shadowy figure.

A guy, only slightly smaller than the muscleman, crept forward and suddenly lunged at the shadowy figure.

boom--

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced the enemy's forehead, stunning the restless foe.

The shadowy figure holstered his gun and continued torturing the priest. At first, the priest muttered to himself, chanting incessantly, as if drawing strength from prayer to combat the pain, gritting his teeth and barely managing to endure.

But after a short while, he couldn't take it anymore, panting heavily and cursing, "Devil, you're a devil!"

The shadowy figure said nonchalantly, "I am the devil, so what? Bite me?"

He then added even more effort.

Unable to bear it any longer, the pastor suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream: "God, God, for God's sake!"

As he said this, his wide eyes were fixed on Mike.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, even the most obtuse muscleman understood the priest's meaning and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

“Mike, tell him, for the great holy war!” a voice urged.

“Yes, for the sake of the great holy war, just sacrifice yourself and speak up,” another voice said.

The pastor immediately remembered the two men who spoke up for him.

This is a timely help!
Mike, unaware of their intentions, said coldly, "Since someone has to sacrifice, why can't it be Dad?"

At this point, he suddenly released his wrist and pulled a small pistol from behind his waist with his left hand.

The shadowy figure fired first once again, piercing Mike's left arm.

The pastor seized the opportunity and used all his strength to break free from the hostage situation, trying to escape to the others, but he fell to the ground due to his leg injury.

good chance!
Led by the muscle-bound man, a group of strategists, along with the newly arrived guards, opened fire on the shadowy figure. Instantly, gunshots rang out and bullets flew everywhere.

The shadowy figure rolled along the ground with incredible agility, and when it stood up, it had already lifted the priest into its arms.

But he didn't use the priest as a human shield; instead, he suddenly exerted his strength and flung the priest toward the enemy.

He then dashed a few steps, smashed the glass, and jumped out of the window.

He landed and rolled to dissipate the impact, but his legs were still numb from the shock. He didn't care about that, and with all his might, he turned around and charged forward, smashing through a first-floor window and jumping into the house.

There was plenty of vegetation in the manor, but not many suitable hiding places. He was all alone, while the enemy, numbering in the dozens or hundreds, was huddled together. Facing off against the enemy in open ground was not a good option.

Only by operating in complex buildings can one maximize their own advantages and weaken the enemy's strengths.

The shadowy figure that entered the building, disregarding its own location, immediately started a fire, and the heavy velvet curtains quickly burst into flames.

The enemy can't just leave the fire raging; the more enemy we hold back, the less pressure we'll have to put on them!
The firelight dispelled the darkness, and the shadowy figure realized that he was in an extra-large study with tall bookshelves.

The study is a perfect place to start a fire!

The figure quickly removed his black jumpsuit, revealing clothing identical to the guard's, and a strikingly handsome Eastern face. However, compared to before, the sharp edge between his brows had softened considerably, no longer so blatantly aggressive.

Just as the bodysuit was thrown into the fire, several guards rushed in. When they saw an unfamiliar guard and the dark bodysuit that had just been set ablaze, the guards were momentarily stunned.

The shadowy figure struck first, immediately shooting and killing the guard before rushing out of the living room and running upstairs to the second floor.

I took only two steps up when I heard hurried footsteps coming from above.

Not only that, a group of guards rushed in from outside, and some kept shouting, "There's a fire! There's a fire!"

With guards in front and behind, and on the verge of being surrounded by the enemy, the dark figure suddenly turned around and walked down, shouting, "There's a fire! There's a fire!"

He looked like a guard who had discovered a fire on the first floor and was rushing down from the second floor.

After rushing down the stairs, he grabbed a passing guard and shouted, "Call 911 quickly... Fire hydrant, where's the fire hydrant?"

The guard who was grabbed rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "Is this guy out of his mind? Calling 911? Even if you call the fire department outside the epidemic area, the firefighters won't help you if you don't have insurance, let alone a private estate deep in the mountains."
Actually, there are private fire hydrants in the manor, which are extremely expensive, but they are powered by electricity, so there is no water when there is no electricity.

The guard could only grab the man's shoulder: "Hey, snap out of it, the fire extinguisher is over there!"

Two people who are complete strangers appear to be very familiar to others.

The shadowy figure nodded repeatedly in a panic and ran off in the direction the guard pointed.

The guard tilted his head suspiciously, but couldn't remember who this person was.

Fortunately, the manor was relatively dark, otherwise the guards would have recognized him as an Asian at a glance.

After rushing out of the building, the man found a moment when no one was around and suddenly muttered to himself, "Old Ma, I'm out!"

On a large tree in the manor, Ma Zhiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead: "Damn it, you finally came out. Report your location!"

"From your vantage point on the west side of the manor, you shouldn't be able to see me!" Lei Yong said. "Now you can make your move!"

"Got it!" Ma Zhiyuan replied and immediately pressed the remote control.

Several pre-positioned 107mm rockets were immediately ignited and flew into the manor from different directions, accurately hitting the main building.

Amidst the deafening roar, the guards, who were already in a state of disarray, were thrown into complete chaos. The soldiers couldn't find their general, and the general couldn't catch his soldiers.

At the same time, the outer wall was also blown up by the pre-placed C4, and Lei Yong rushed out of the wall, stepping over the infected people who were entangled in the barbed wire.

A moment later, the two met up, got into an off-road vehicle that had been hidden in the woods, and sped away.

"So, what did you find?" Ma Zhiyuan asked as he drove.

"I did make some gains, but I still don't understand exactly what happened," Lei Yong said.

Ma Zhiyuan asked, puzzled, "Explain in detail!"

Lei Yong recounted the story of the balloons. When Ma Zhiyuan heard that his company's drone had blasted the Apostle's South America base to smithereens, he was so excited that he kept slapping the steering wheel and cheering.

Lei Yong added, "Later, that guy named Mike mentioned something about the Golden Bay base!"

Ma Zhiyuan slammed on the brakes, nearly sending Lei Yong crashing into the windshield. He yelled angrily, "What are you doing?"

Old Ma grabbed Lei Yong's arm: "Golden Bay? Are you sure it's Golden Bay?"

"I'm sure, what's wrong?" Lei Yong asked in surprise, "Why are you reacting so strongly!"

Ma Zhiyuan's eyes widened: "Golden Bay, one of the most important submarine bases of the US, do you think my reaction is big or not?"

Lei Yong's expression froze.

As is well known, the United States has completely abandoned conventional submarines, and all its active submarines are nuclear-powered.

He immediately realized the seriousness of the situation and thought of Mike's plan: "The Apostles are planning to use a nuclear submarine to smuggle people into Europe? And that mole, he must be an Apostle spy planted in the Octagon!"

"We must send the message back immediately!" Ma Zhiyuan started the SUV and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)