Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 360 Persuasion
Ouyang suddenly looked up at the sky and saw a barely visible black dot at the end of his vision.

Those were drones monitoring the entire town; everyone's every move was within the camera's range, as if an invisible thread connected him to what was behind him.

In fact, Ouyang knew that this was just his illusion; the drone was at a high enough altitude that it was invisible to the naked eye.

But he also knew that the drone was right overhead.

Lowering his gaze, Ou Yang's eyes landed on his target.

The exterior walls of the building were painted with an old, burgundy color, the surface of which was covered with cracks and looked mottled. The doors and windows were old and worn, and even the glass was covered with a layer of dust.

At first glance, it exudes an air of gloom from the inside out.

Ouyang tried to see through the glass to the view inside the window, but no matter how he adjusted the angle, he couldn't see anything.

Alex gestured for him to come in.

Ou Yang hesitated to move, his eyes darting around, his gaze unfocused.

The thugs present looked at each other in bewilderment: "Is this guy scared?"

Alex was speechless. Why did New City choose such a coward? Is he here to embarrass himself?

His eyes revealed undisguised disdain, yet he still gestured for him to leave: "Mister, we must go back now. Please make yourself at home!"

Ouyang's body stiffened visibly for a moment: "Hey, you guys are going back already? Aren't you coming in with me?"

Alex barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes: "We're only responsible for getting you here."

"No, you can't leave!" Ouyang grabbed Alex's arm, his expression anxious and his voice urgent, just like a wife who had caught her husband having an affair.

Alex pushed O'Yang away with disdain: "Sorry, you'll have to rely on yourself from now on."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back, leaving Ouyang standing there awkwardly.

Next, he paced back and forth, looking left and right, his gaze constantly shifting between his target and the path he had come from, perfectly demonstrating what indecisiveness looks like.

According to the original plan, all he needed to do was enter the room, meet the hostage, and take control of the situation while waiting for the others.

The others had already infiltrated East Town from different directions and in different ways before Ouyang landed, and were in place before the designated time.

But the journey after landing went much more smoothly than expected. Worried that his teammates might not be able to get in time, he had to add a scene on the spot and pretend to be hesitant.

But before he could get a signal from his teammates to get into position, the kidnappers inside couldn't wait any longer and pushed the door open: "Hey, you...yes, it's you, come here!"

Ever since the message was sent, they've been waiting for a reply from Xincheng. When someone finally arrived, they stayed outside, too afraid to get close.

The kidnappers couldn't wait any longer and decided to show themselves.

If we don't step in soon, this person might run away!

With an awkward and stiff smile on his face, Ou Yang slowly moved forward like a zombie, secretly sighing in his heart: Brothers, I've done my best to delay, so please don't let me down!
On the surface, he appeared as if he were about to be executed and bravely sacrificed himself. As he slowly moved forward as if he were paralyzed, several delicate and tiny electronic flies slid out of Ouyang's sleeves, flapped their wings, and flew into the building first.

The kidnapper suddenly raised his rifle: "Hurry up!"

Ouyang looked uneasy and quickened his pace under the threat of the gun, finally managing to get through the door. Behind him, the screen showed the perspective of a fly; Ouyang and the kidnapper looked like giants soaring into the clouds, the dark muzzles of the guns as thick as railway tunnels.

The pilots, including Dafei, were completely focused, maneuvering the flies to bypass the two people and continue flying inward. After encountering the first node, two of them flew to the left and right, while the rest immediately went upstairs.

Just then, the two kidnappers came downstairs. The fly flew through the air in a complicated pattern before soaring up to the second floor.

At the porch, several guns were pointed at Ouyang at the same time. He immediately raised his arms in terror, and the briefcase he was holding under his arms fell to the ground.

The kidnappers all spat inwardly: Cowards!

With a forced smile, Ou Yang gently pinched the muzzle of the gun, which was almost pressed against his body, with two fingers and slowly moved it to the side, his face practically screaming "Come on, bully me!": "Um, be careful not to let it go off accidentally!"

The kidnappers' eyes showed even more contempt.

The kidnapper in the center had a pair of sinister triangular eyes; he was clearly no good.

He tilted his head at Ou Yang, and the other kidnapper nodded slightly, slung his gun over his shoulder, and came to Ou Yang's side, groping him from all sides, even grabbing his second brother twice.

Ou Yang almost lost his temper on the spot. What kind of man is he, who is he, and who is so ugly? Where is he touching?

That shitty pervert!
After the search was complete, the pervert nodded to indicate that everything was fine, then asked in a stiff tone and broken English, "Were you sent by New City?"

This person is too cowardly and sycophantic; he doesn't resemble a Dongda person at all.

Ou Yang, guessing and piecing together what the other party meant, immediately smiled ingratiatingly: "Yes, yes, that's me. I can relay any message, but I must see the hostage first and make sure the hostage is safe."

The man with the triangular eyes frowned: "You have no right to negotiate with me!"

"No, no, no!" Ou Yang quickly shook his head. "Sir, you've got it wrong. It's not me making demands. These are the conditions from Xincheng. I'm just a middleman relaying messages, only trying to earn some extra money."

The other person's eyelids twitched: "Why don't you just tell Xincheng that you've seen the hostage?"

Ou Yang continued to shake his head: "That won't do. People in our line of work must have professional ethics, otherwise who would dare to hire me in the future?"

The man with the triangular eyes had a hostile look in his eyes, and two guns were pointed at him from the left and right.

Ou Yang continued with a forced smile: "Everyone, we're all in this for money, why fight like this? Xincheng is really sincere. As long as the hostages are safe, everything else is negotiable... Let me tell you, they have everything they need. Ships weighing tens of thousands of tons make several trips a day, and the food and supplies are piled up like mountains!"

He used exaggerated body language, making a gesture of a mountain of things: "To put it bluntly, we're lacking this and that here, but the new city is different. They don't lack these little things at all. No matter how much you want, how much can you possibly have? A hundred tons? A thousand tons? Even ten thousand tons, a hundred-thousand-ton ship, that's enough for you to extort money from us ten times over, ten times over!"

Ou Yang crossed his two index fingers and kept making a face at them.

The other person had no idea that it was a ten, or that they deduced the meaning of the gesture from the words.

At that moment, the man with the triangular eyes was deeply tempted: "Can just a few Easterners be exchanged for a ship full of supplies?"

He remained cautious, but his tone had softened.

A boat?
Ou Yang resisted the urge to roll his eyes, thinking to himself, "What a load of crap! Do you even know how big a mountain 100,000 tons is?"
But verbally he readily agreed: "Don't you understand the difference between asking for an exorbitant price and settling for less? How will you know if Xincheng... won't agree if you don't set conditions?"

(End of this chapter)