Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 362: So what if it's a cliffhanger? No problem.
Before the words were even finished, the tactical goggles began to project, displaying the real-time situation within the fly's monitoring range. Red dots represented enemies, gray areas were where the fly had passed, dark red dots indicated that someone had been there, and completely black areas indicated that no reconnaissance had been conducted.

At first glance, it looks like the game has the full map enabled; it's practically cheating.

With technology developed to this level, as long as the investment is worthwhile, opening up the entire battlefield map is not really a fantasy.

It sounds simple enough, it's just data exchange between the front lines and the rear, right? Nothing special.

The problem is that it's not that simple to implement. You need individual soldier terminals, right? Data aggregation requires at least a local area network covering the battlefield, right? And the collected information needs to be aggregated and transmitted to the rear for processing in real time, right?
In other words, firstly, there must be satellite relay covering the war zone 24 hours a day, and there are very few places in the world that can do this.

Secondly, there's the data exchange between the satellite and the ground; at the very least, there needs to be a mobile satellite base station, right?

There needs to be a data relay between the base station and the terminal, right?

The basic process involves individual soldier terminals, drone relay, base station aggregation, satellite transmission, back-end processing, and then feedback back to each terminal.

The bandwidth must be sufficient, right?
Is this easy?

It may seem simple, but it actually involves massive research and development investment. How many companies in the world have the strength, courage, and willingness to invest huge amounts of money and personnel in research and development?

Some might say, why not just create a simplified version, omitting all the unnecessary steps and focusing solely on data sharing between individual soldiers?

Of course, it's possible, but the simplified version is only good for bullying the weak. Against an expert in electronic warfare like the University of Tokyo, you don't even need to deploy unmanned equipment. You can just hack into the enemy's data network, mark the enemy soldiers as enemies, and then wait for them to kill each other.

Wait, you're saying the enemy discovered a problem with the data and wasn't using the markers to distinguish friend from foe?
That makes things even easier. Deploying a batch of unmanned terminals and marking them all as friendly forces is just the basic operation. Going further, hacking into the enemy's rear network and ordering enemy fighters or long-range firepower to carry out long-range strikes... The enemy's front and rear can attack each other, right?
There's also an advanced version that repeatedly switches the markers on enemy soldiers, sometimes showing them as friendly, sometimes as enemy. It also adds virtual targets, so where friendly soldiers should appear, there's nothing there, and where enemies should be, there's not a single thing. It's a mix of truth and falsehood, leaving everyone confused and unable to figure out what's going on.

Although it cannot directly eliminate the enemy, it can completely paralyze the enemy's data network, turning them from a well-coordinated team into a disorganized mess unable to support each other, causing their combat effectiveness to drop three levels, from first-rate to third-rate.

On one side, it's like blind men touching an elephant; on the other, it's the entire battlefield map. Even evenly matched opponents can end up in a one-sided, crushing victory.

This is exactly how Ouyang feels right now. He's still on the first floor, but the fly has already relayed the situation from the second floor.

He strode upstairs without hesitation.

The staircase was narrow, and the limp, broken leg with the triangular eyes repeatedly slammed against the steps, howling in pain, but unable to utter a sound, as if it wanted to bite Ou Yang to death.

Upon reaching the stairwell, Ouyang lifted Triangle Eyes with one hand. Triangle Eyes, enduring the pain, wisely raised his bound hands and continued pointing upstairs.

Continuing up, the tactical glasses were switched to the third floor. There was a red dot in the first room from the left, four in the third room, and the rest were either empty or gray. Only the second room was completely dark.

Moreover, all the red dots are concentrated near the window.

Ouyang...

Foreigners are quite gossipy too; as soon as the gunshot rang out, they all rushed to the window!
The prisoner was no longer useful and would only be a burden, so Ouyang simply punched the triangular-eyed man, causing him to suffer a severe concussion, and tossed him aside.

The remaining kidnappers did not notice anything unusual; the dot on the map remained motionless.

Ouyang quickly went to the first room and, through the eyes of the machine fly, could see that the only kidnapper in the room was cautiously observing outside the window.

Clearly, the other side had realized that the gunshots were related to New Town.

Ouyang patted himself down but couldn't find anything suitable. On a whim, he removed the magazine from his rifle, threw it as he stepped into the room, and hit the kidnapper right in the back of the head. Several bullets ricocheted from the magazine and scattered.

The unsuspecting kidnapper fell to the ground without uttering a sound.

Picking up the magazine, Ouyang was surprised to find that it was deformed and of poor quality.

I casually searched the kidnapper and unexpectedly found a Glock 17. I removed the magazine and glanced at it; it was fully loaded!

The kidnapper had no spare magazines, but there was a dirty tactical backpack in the corner.

Ouyang turned the backpack upside down and shook it a few times, and a bunch of random things fell out of the bag.

The magazine was not found, but two metric hand grenades were discovered.

The suit was too inconvenient, so Ouyang simply took off his jacket and clipped the grenade to his waist.

He got up, opened the window, and pointed to the neighbor's house towards the camera.

The pilot behind understood and immediately manipulated the fly to fly out and land on the windowsill next door.

I wanted to check if the hostage was next door, but the curtains blocked my view, so I couldn't see what was happening inside.

Why would you use curtains in broad daylight?
The possibility that the hostage is next door is increasing, but we dare not act rashly without concrete evidence. If we make a mistake, Ouyang himself will be fine, but the hostage will be in danger!

The situation was a bit awkward, but it didn't matter. The command was immediately issued from the rear, and a drone flew at a lower altitude over the window, using thermal imaging to see through the curtains and reveal what was behind them.

One, two, three... There are four heat sources in total, one sitting and one standing, seemingly guards, while the other two sit in the corner.

The number of people doesn't match, but there are definitely blind spots in the observation.

At this moment, the gunfire outside the window gradually subsided, and the red dot in the third room suddenly moved outward.

Ou Yang had a bad feeling. He instinctively drew his gun, but then thought about it and grabbed the unconscious kidnapper. He rushed out the door and used all his strength to swing the kidnapper, who weighed over 100 pounds, and slam him hard against the door next door.

With a muffled thud, the kidnapper smashed through the old wooden door and fell into the room, landing on the floor like a tattered rag.

The hostage-taker instinctively turned around and saw his unconscious comrade. He immediately realized something was wrong and reached for his gun.

They didn't carry the guns on their bodies; they left them on the table.

Just as the two were about to touch their guns, Ouyang stepped forward, cut the corner, and fired continuously, emptying half a magazine in one go. While knocking the two enemies to the ground, he realized something was wrong. There was indeed a hostage in the corner with his hands and feet tied up, but he was a foreigner with curly hair and brown skin!
The other source of the heat was actually a kidnapper, and he had already raised a gun!

Ou Yang's pupils constricted, and as he rolled to the ground, he fired several shots, killing the third kidnapper.

The kidnapper fired at the same time as him, but was killed by Ouyang after only four shots were fired.

One bullet flew past Ouyang's raised arm; a little higher and it would have hit his arm, a little lower and it would have hit his left rib. Another grazed his waist, leaving a shallow mark on his belt. The other two, due to the recoil, went off like anti-aircraft guns, hitting the wall and embedding themselves in it.

Ou Yang fell to the ground with a thud, his soft waist landing squarely on the grenade. The pain made his vision go black, and he almost passed out.

The tactical goggles sounded an alarm; the kidnappers next door had been alerted by the gunfire. The red dot representing the enemy had moved to the doorway, seemingly observing the situation.

Ouyang endured the pain, got up to finish off the enemy, threw away the Glock that had run out of bullets, picked up an AK47 wrapped in dirty rags, checked the ammunition, cocked it, and fired wildly at the wall.

They didn't even have time to glance at the hostages!
The hostages were dumbfounded, completely baffled as to what was wrong with this person and why he was shooting at the wall.
But he immediately saw the bullets making transparent holes in the wall, and his mouth instantly formed an "O".

Ouyang didn't just do things randomly. This place is located in the tropics, and the walls are generally thin, sometimes just a thin layer!
而他对AK47的性能烂熟于心——100米可击穿6毫米钢板、150毫米砖墙或300毫米土层，400毫米松木板！
Dealing with a mere thin wall is no problem at all.

The drone simultaneously captured footage of three kidnappers next door being shot and falling to the ground.

After emptying his magazine, Ouyang immediately switched to another gun and rushed to the next room to finish off the enemy.

At this point, all nine known kidnappers had been killed by him. Ou Yang quickly approached the hostage and pulled the rag out of the hostage's mouth... It wasn't a sock, but it wasn't exactly clean either; it was the kind of thing that a normal person would avoid at all costs if it were thrown on the ground.

The hostage spat several times before excitedly thanking them repeatedly in Spanish.

Ouyang couldn't understand a word and relied entirely on his glasses for translation, so he quickly stopped him: "Can you speak English?"

“Just a little bit!” Curly responded in a broken accent.

Ouyang, annoyed, patiently asked, "Have you seen any kidnapped Asians?"

He didn't care who the other person was; he just wanted to find the hostage as soon as possible.

Curly nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, they... took them away."

Ou Yang was completely taken aback: "Took them away? Where did you take them?"

"I don't know." Curly-haired man shook his head.

Ouyang was immediately in a bind. If the hostages weren't even here, wouldn't the rescue operation become a joke?
He immediately found the fly hiding in the corner and repeatedly made the gesture of making a phone call.

For safety reasons, the only equipment Ouyang had was his tactical goggles, which made it impossible for him to communicate directly with the rear.

A text response was immediately given from behind, indicating that the window should be opened.

Ou Yang immediately opened the window and waited.

Curly couldn't understand Ouyang's actions and kept pleading, "Hey bro, please let me go! I've already told you everything I know!"

Ouyang ignored it completely, and soon after, a drone carrying a soldier's communicator flew in.

After putting on the communicator and turning it on, Ou Yang whispered, "Calling ship command, please respond!"

"Command received, please proceed!"

"Commander, are you clear about the situation here? There's a hostage here, but he's not one of ours. He says the kidnappers took our people away!"

"Take them away? Impossible!" The ship's command immediately denied it. "After the incident, we immediately put East Town under surveillance. The target building has always been under our surveillance, unless the kidnappers dug a tunnel beforehand and left through it!"

Ou Yang was immediately at a loss: "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely certain!" the ship's commander said. "During this period, no kidnappers left, no vehicles left, and the target had no contact with any nearby buildings!"

Ouyang felt a little numb: "I understand!"

He looked at Curly: "How many kidnappers are there in total?"

Curly-haired boy shook his head blankly: "I don't know, I haven't counted."

Ouyang wanted nothing more than to give Curly a good beating: "Then you can just stay here and fend for yourself!"

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

Curly-haired boy exclaimed in alarm, "Hey, aren't you going to let me go? Aren't you going to let me go?"

Ou Yang didn't even turn his head: "Figure it out yourself!"

He didn't know Curly's identity and didn't have time to verify it. Having an unidentified stranger by his side was no different from carrying a time bomb.

Moreover, what Ouyang needs to do now is to search all the places that the machine flies cannot detect but where people can hide, which is more convenient for one person.

Just as they stepped outside, intense gunfire erupted again, and a familiar voice came through the radio: "Command, the rescue team has been attacked by unidentified armed men. They are numerous, and we are being suppressed by the enemy and cannot advance... Repeat, unable to advance!"

Ou Yang was startled and immediately rushed to the window, cautiously peering out.

Curly thought Ouyang had changed his mind and immediately flashed a bright smile: "I knew you wouldn't give up on me, you Easterners are all good people..."

Ouyang ignored him completely, and listened carefully: the gunshots came from the southeast, which was the direction the rescue team had planned to infiltrate.

The ship's command issued another warning over the radio: "Wormtooth, the drone has detected a large number of armed personnel approaching you. Repeat, a large number of armed personnel are approaching you. Please handle with caution. Please handle with caution!"

"The tooth has arrived!"

"Lone Star, the drone has detected a large number of armed personnel approaching you..."

Ou Yang's heart tightened. Lone Star was his temporary code name, which he had chosen before setting off.

Peeking out to observe, they immediately saw a group of armed underground organization members rushing towards them.

Something's not right. These people are up to no good. Even if they're not accomplices of the kidnappers, they're still conspirators. The kidnapping isn't as simple as it seems!
If other forces are available to assist, transferring the hostages out will not be difficult!
Without a second thought, Ou Yang rushed out like lightning, gathered all the guns and bullets from the kidnappers next door, and then rushed back in like the wind, untying Curly's hands and feet: "Do you want to live or die?"

Curly Hair gave him a "Are you kidding me?" look: "Of course I want to live!"

Ouyang roughly shoved a rifle into the other man's hand: "Take this, and come with me!"

Pulling Curly Hair to the second-floor stairwell, Ou Yang pointed downstairs and said, "Keep an eye on them. No matter who it is, if they dare to come near, open fire, understand?"

Curly-haired guy looked completely bewildered: "Are you kidding me?"

Ouyang slapped the two magazines into Curly's arms again: "Whether you live or die, the choice is yours!"

After saying that, he picked up his rifle and opened fire, emptying the magazine in one go. Then he took the grenade from his waist, pulled the pin, and threw it out forcefully.

All bullets were fired, but the grenade was thrown perfectly, and with a deafening roar, it knocked down seven or eight thugs walking in front.

The remaining militants immediately panicked. Some opened fire on the doors and windows, some scurried around looking for cover, some quietly retreated, and those further away simply stopped and watched the fight unfold.

Ouyang fired two more magazines, then suddenly patted Curly on the shoulder: "This is yours!"

Before Curly could answer, she ran upstairs like a shot.

Curly-haired guy panicked: "Hey, where are you going? You're just going to hit me and then leave? That's a trap!"

Ou Yang ran even faster: "We need backup!" Anyway, they're not our own people, so let them mess things up, I have no qualms about it.

support?

Curly was stunned, his mind still racing, wondering whether he should fire or not, when several bullets clattered against the wall behind him. Startled, he dropped his rifle and, screaming in terror, scrambled to catch up with Ou Yang.

Ouyang...

I can't get rid of you, huh?
(End of this chapter)