Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 359 Going Deep Alone
In the afternoon, a quadcopter drone appeared near Dongzhen, then quickly rose up, taking in the entire town.

Outside the dock, a speedboat cut through the waves, and a tall, well-dressed man stood at the bow.

He had a black briefcase tucked under his arm, glasses perched on his nose, and his hair was styled in a slightly greasy slicked-back style.

On the surface, Ou Yang appeared calm and collected, but in reality, something was off about him. He felt that everyone had dressed him up like this just to make a fool of him.

The speedboat de-fueled and slowly came to a stop on the water a hundred meters away from the dock, swaying gently with the undulating waves.

A few dozen meters ahead, the ships completely surround the dock. There is still some space to move around at the relatively sparse edge, but the further you go in, the more crowded it becomes, making it look like a small island made up of ships.

But Ouyang felt they were more like a group of rats whose tails were tied up and couldn't be untied.

Probably from the noise of the engine, a few heads popped out from the nearby boat, then more heads appeared. The men were eyeing them menacingly, the women were full of expectation, and the children were peeking out. But in every kind of gaze, there was only covetousness and malice.

It's like seeing a piece of fresh meat about to be put into your mouth.
Ou Yang adjusted his glasses, holding onto the lever, ignoring the malice that was right in front of him.

The speedboat driver was a young man Ouyang didn't recognize. He looked around, immediately started the engine, and turned to head towards the beach.

The situation here is slightly better. Although there are some boats on the water near the beach, it's not as exaggerated as at the dock. It seems that a waterway for entry and exit has been deliberately left open.

The speedboat traveled along the narrow waterway, and before it even reached the shore, a stench hit us.

Having come from an epidemic area, he had experienced all sorts of big scenes and was used to all kinds of foul smells. However, this unique smell was hard to describe. If he had to describe it, it would be a complex smell that was a mixture of feces, urine, vomit, strong body odor, and all kinds of garbage fermenting together.

The strong, strange smell almost made Ouyang vomit up his dinner from the night before, and he wished he could just poke his nose right there and then!
The speedboat was moored on the shore, with only the bow ashore. When the waves surged in, they engulfed the surrounding area, and only when they receded could the sand be seen.

Seeing his chance, Ou Yang leaped off the bow of the boat, but his legs gave way upon landing, and he nearly fell flat on his face.

It wasn't that the acting was good; it was just that the sand underfoot was too soft.

He quickly took a few steps forward to avoid getting his shoes wet from the waves.

Upon seeing Ouyang come ashore, dozens of men and women emerged from the tents ahead. Their thin bodies were covered in tattered and dirty clothes, and their movements were as slow as in a movie, but all of them had a sinister and ruthless look in their eyes.

Like a hungry wolf on the grassland.

Surrounded by wolves, Ou Yang felt a sense of unease and instinctively arched his back, preparing for any unexpected event.

The young man still on the speedboat immediately grabbed the rifle at his feet.

Ouyang looked around, trying to find a way out of the beach, but all he saw was more refugees standing up one after another.

He cursed inwardly, wondering if he should return to the speedboat and find another place to disembark, when suddenly a rude shout came from behind the crowd. Several burly men with guns pushed aside the refugees and came to Ouyang's side.

These people were dressed casually, revealing their strong limbs and well-developed abdominal muscles, and their violent characteristics were extremely obvious.

Compared to the refugees around them, it was as if they came from two different worlds.

The leader was none other than Alex: "Mister?"

“It’s me!” Ouyang said in a deep baritone voice.

You can call me Alex!

Although the two had met before, Ouyang's face was hidden behind a mask. He recognized the other man, but Alex did not.

The two shook hands, and Alex took a half step back, saying, "This way, please!"

Two burly men led the way, followed by several thugs. The refugees along the way silently retreated, as any slight delay would result in merciless beatings and verbal abuse from the burly men.

The refugees' eyes were filled with fear and awe; no one dared to meet the thugs' gazes. But when they looked at Ouyang, their eyes held a completely different expression.

Ou Yang's thoughts wandered. Is this the effect of skin and persona?
Then he thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile that he had actually fallen to the point of being protected by an underground organization, which would be a dark history if told to others!

Ouyang remained silent throughout and successfully left the beach, officially setting foot in the town.

However, the situation in the town was even worse than on the beach, with homeless refugees everywhere. They were much thinner and weaker, and by comparison, having a tent was considered a luxury.

Due to lack of food, many refugees were already skin and bones from hunger, their bodies filthy and smelly. They lay motionless on the ground full of garbage and excrement, almost indistinguishable from the dead, with only the slight rise and fall of their chests and abdomens proving that they were still alive.

Many refugees had festering, festering wounds, attracting swarms of flies.

The air was filled with the familiar stench of corpses.

As you look ahead, around the corner to the side, several beggars are dragging a corpse into a secluded alley. You can vaguely see several familiar-looking, curved bones scattered in the alley.

Ouyang could easily guess what would happen next, but he could only turn a blind eye.

Having gone through so many hardships, he was not heartless, but he would not squander his limited sympathy on complete strangers.

Whether intentionally or not, Alex spoke of the town's homeless in an extremely flat tone.

Some of them were Hungarians from outside the region, true refugees; but many were ordinary locals who had been forced to live on the streets because their homes had been occupied by outsiders.

Some people fled the town, even to other islands, and never returned; their fate remains unknown.

Ouyang declined to comment, saying that he could offer the refugees nothing more than sympathy.

Moreover, when they saw him walking with people from the underworld, the homeless people along the way did not dare to look him in the eye, but their eyes, which they avoided to the side, clearly showed undisguised hatred.

Ou Yang was completely baffled. He had never been to Dongzhen and had no dealings with these people, so he had no old grudges against them.

It is obvious that these homeless people are just bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. They dare not resist the oppression of the underground forces, but instead transfer their hatred to him, an innocent passerby.

Occasionally, they would encounter a few burly men carrying guns and displaying equally violent characteristics. Whenever this happened, the escorting men would instinctively tense their muscles, and the refugees standing between the two groups would flee as fast as rabbits shot by arrows.

Even those who were completely exhausted would try to turn over with their last breath, and those who could still crawl would try their best to move. If they didn't even have the strength to crawl, they could only lie on the ground and pray that the fight between the two groups of thugs would not affect them.

Alex was even more slick than expected. He greeted people skillfully, instigating any non-existent connections to easily ease the atmosphere. Those he didn't get along with avoided him, while those he did just brushed past him.

Some, oblivious to the situation, approached him to inquire about Ouyang's identity, but Alex dodged the question by changing the subject.

Both sides assumed that Ouyang couldn't understand their language, unaware that every word they spoke was being translated in real time onto those unremarkable glasses.

The man had already guessed that Ouyang was from the West Island and wanted to bypass Alex to make contact with Ouyang, but Alex forcefully stopped him. The two sides were on the verge of war, and the situation was extremely precarious, ready to break out at any moment.

Ouyang's gaze lingered between the other person's head and neck, barely suppressing the urge to strike.

Once the enemy discovers his exceptional skills, the rest of the plan will be impossible to execute.

Alex was more decisive than expected. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he secretly decided to strike first and suddenly shot the other man down.

The burly men accompanying him immediately opened fire, and the two sides engaged in a fierce battle in the street.

Ou Yang was like a slippery eel; before the gun even fired, he suddenly ducked, covered his head, and scurried into a roadside building to ensure his own safety first.

The fight lasted only a short while before Ouyang heard Alex calling out, "Mister Ou? Are you alright? You're all right now!"

Ouyang poked his head out, trying his best to look terrified: "Are you really alright?"

“I’m really alright now.” Alex, still covered in blood, nodded with absolute certainty.

As he said this, there were seven or eight corpses lying behind him, most of them left by his enemies, and two of them were Alex's accomplices, sitting on the dirty ground bandaging their wounds.

Based on Ouyang's experience, the injuries were not vital and should not be fatal if treated properly. However, the other party's handling of the wounds was too rough, and the bandages used were not clean and hygienic, but rather pieces of clothing that were torn off at random.

Whether you live or die from a cough is up to you.

Several unfortunate homeless people nearby were caught in the crossfire of the gunfight and were on the verge of dying, but no one paid them a second glance.

“Let’s go,” Alex said expressionlessly.

Ouyang secretly wondered if this guy would abandon the wounded, but to his surprise, Alex was willing to waste precious manpower to take his injured comrades with him, and even the two corpses.

There's a reason why underground organizations are so developed in South America; at the very least, they have a set of survival rules that are very suitable for them.

In Chinese terms, it's like an underground organization in South America, with its own set of rules and regulations.

Although the conflict was brief, shots were fired after all, and Ouyang was eager to know if it would affect his subsequent contact with the kidnappers.

But he immediately saw that the homeless people around him were doing whatever they were doing as if nothing had happened, and he swallowed back the question that was about to come out of his mouth.

The locals are so used to this life of gunfire that they are so indifferent, and their expressions only become slightly more lively when they are directly involved.

They quickly moved away from the scene, and soon encountered another group of thugs, who outnumbered them.

Ou Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately made up his mind that if another fight broke out, he would act quickly and eliminate the enemy as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only showed no hostility, but also took over the wounded and the dead.

Ouyang suddenly realized that these were not enemies, but reinforcements summoned by Alex.
For the remainder of the journey, the number of guards increased from six to fourteen.

There were more people, and their attitudes became even worse, causing chaos and disorder along the way.

The rest of the journey went much more smoothly, and we soon arrived near our destination.

Here, being close to the town center, the environment is noticeably better. The amount of garbage has decreased sharply, and you can hardly see any homeless people. It's as if an invisible boundary keeps irrelevant people out.

There were quite a few burly men who clearly belonged to an underground organization. They gathered in twos and threes, and when they saw an Asian man in Alex's group, they all turned their curious gazes toward him.

Ouyang secretly cursed; this environment was extremely unfavorable for their upcoming operations!
"Hey Alex, is this yellow-skinned monkey your sugar daddy?" a blond-haired man shouted.

Even though Ou Yang clearly understood what the other person was saying, he pretended not to understand anything and looked completely clueless. In his mind, he could only curse the other person's whole family: You're the monkey, your whole family are monkeys!
Alex glared at him angrily: "Shut your mouth and don't fucking mess with me!"

The blond-haired man's face darkened: "Don't think that just because you've latched onto an Easterner, you can do whatever you want!"

Alex didn't back down: "Try dying if you want!"

Enraged, the blond-haired man was about to continue his threats when a voice suddenly came from the side: "What are you two doing? Don't you know where you are? If you want to die, get lost!"

He was a middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face and chestnut curly hair. If it weren't for the disfigurement, he would definitely be a charming South American heartthrob.

Scarface seemed to hold a higher position. Alex, the blond-haired man, glared at him and snorted, but no one else dared to speak disrespectfully.

Ou Yang couldn't help but wonder who Scarface really was.

After walking a few more steps, Alex offered a few explanations, and Ouyang learned that the town center was the best location, inhabited by the wealthiest families in the area, and boasted the best and most comfortable houses. Therefore, when outside underground organizations arrived on the island, they all chose the town center as their base.

In order to protect the environment in the town center, the underground organization simply used violent means to force the refugees who were wandering around to stay away.

Coughing is a sign that the underground tissues are bad, not that they are ungrateful. Who would want to smell feces and urine all day long?
Ou Yang couldn't help but wonder if the trading company really knew nothing and had chosen this place by accident, or if they thought the gangs would hinder each other.

Furthermore, although Alex did his best along the way, how could the kidnapping incident have nothing to do with the underworld when it comes to causing trouble in a place full of gangs?

If the underground forces don't help either side, that's fine, but what if they're accomplices of the kidnappers?
He suddenly felt a bit anxious.

The incident happened suddenly. Although we have made every effort to find clues, the information we have is still too limited, and it is difficult to guarantee that we will not encounter any unexpected situations during the operation.

Ouyang had no way to remind his teammates, but then again, there were plenty of professionals above him when it came to intelligence gathering and analysis. Every detail that needed to be considered had been meticulously refined by experts. Things that even an outsider like him could think of, the higher-ups had certainly already considered.

Despite my thoughts, I still felt a little uneasy. But with the die already cast and the journey underway, I couldn't possibly abandon the plan.

"We're here!" Alex suddenly stopped and pointed to a building a few dozen meters away. "That's it!"

(End of this chapter)