Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 363 Asymmetric Contest

Let him follow if he wants; there's nothing Ouyang can do about it. He can't exactly kick Curly out, can he?

He moved extremely fast, taking several steps at a time, and flew up to the third floor. In the blink of an eye, he shook off Curly Hair, making the latter howl in frustration.

After struggling to climb to the third floor, Curly was astonished to find the Asian standing there blankly, motionless.

Curly hesitated, thinking he had been shot or something else had happened. He looked closely but saw no injury. He moved closer and saw that Ou Yang's brows were furrowed and his eyes seemed unfocused.

Curly waved in front of Ouyang: "Hey, are you alright?"

Ouyang refocused his eyes and gently shook his head.

He suddenly realized that the data transmitted by the machine was incorrect. After the enemy rushed into the gate, they did not chase after the second floor, but stayed on the first floor.

He was immediately confused.

After all that effort, with several people dying, why didn't they charge forward after getting in? What were they even doing here?

wrong!

A sudden inspiration struck Ou Yang.

He had already guessed that not only the kidnappers were involved in the kidnapping, but also the underground forces entrenched in Dongzhen, or at least as accomplices who knew about it.

The only explanation for why the arrival went so smoothly was to facilitate negotiations.

But what next?
Negotiations broke down, a fight broke out, and he single-handedly killed nine kidnappers.

Then, the underground organization, which had initially been observing, couldn't sit still any longer and abandoned everything to enter the fray en masse. Their momentum and scale suggested they were determined to crush him completely and vent their pent-up anger.

But what benefits would this bring to underground organizations?
Even though human life is worthless in this godforsaken place, you can't just throw people in there like that, can you?
Stop the rescue team?

That's not right either. Instead of running towards the firefight, they rushed into the house and refused to go upstairs. Is that reasonable?

Ouyang instantly connected all the clues in his mind—the only answer was that the hostage was still here, and the other party's primary goal was not to kill him, but to control the hostage!

Thinking of this, Ouyang grabbed Curly: "Is there a cellar or anything like that in this building?"

We've searched everywhere we can. If the hostages are still here, the most reasonable answer is the cellar!
Curly-haired guy immediately nodded: "Yes!"

His answer was so straightforward that it left Ouyang momentarily stunned.

Curly added, "There wasn't one before the outbreak, but after the pandemic spread, everyone started digging cellars in their homes."

Ouyang understands, just in case, right?

Seriously, what's wrong with this place? Why do people run to basements whenever there's a natural disaster or man-made calamity? Is that place really that safe?
"Where is the cellar?" Ouyang tightened his grip on Curly's hand, his tone anxious.

"The entrance is in the northwest corner of the first floor, behind the cabinet."

Ou Yang frowned even more deeply: "How do you know so much?"

Curly Hair gave him a "Are you kidding me?" look: "This is my home, how could I not know?"

Ouyang...

So it was the landlord?
Ideally, before taking action, one should gather as much intelligence as possible related to the mission, and the landlord's information should not be overlooked.

But the incident happened suddenly, and time was tight and the task was heavy. Before setting off, they really didn't have the homeowner's information, nor could they confirm Curly's identity.

More and more enemies were entering the first floor, and there was no time to hesitate any longer.

Ou Yang gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "Lone Star calling ship command, please respond!"

When he started speaking an Eastern language that he couldn't understand, Curly immediately looked curious, his eyes revealing a clear sense of foolishness.

"Naval command received, please proceed!" "There's a cellar here; the hostages are likely inside. I need weapons, I need support, the sooner the better!"

"Understood, I'll be there soon!"

The communication ended, but more questions flooded Ou Yang's mind: "Hey, do the kidnappers know the location of the cellar?"

"I know," Curly nodded readily.

Ou Yang was completely taken aback: "How did the kidnappers know?"

"Of course I told them," Curly said, looking visibly shaken. "They asked me where the cellar was, and when I refused, they beat me up."

After saying that, he lifted his shirt, revealing a bruise on his ribs.

Ou Yang's eye twitched: That's it?

He couldn't contain his curiosity any longer: "How many punches did you take?"

"Two punches!" Curly held up two fingers, looking very proud, as if taking two punches before surrendering was a remarkable thing.

Ou Yang reluctantly gave a thumbs up, just to satisfy the other person's vanity a little.

Just as Curly was about to speak, a drone suddenly smashed through the window next to him and flew to Ouyang in front of him in his horrified gaze.

"What is this?" he asked instinctively.

“Drone!” Ou Yang said expressionlessly, unloading the box hanging on the drone, opening it, quickly putting on his tactical vest, and neatly carrying the weapons one by one.

The drones carrying weapons had been waiting nearby for a while. They hadn't called for support before because the drones were too big and would be detected by the enemy as soon as they got close.

Small drones that deliver communication equipment are different. They are inconspicuous and there are many of them in the civilian population. Even if they are discovered, people may not suspect them.

Previously, because they had not found any hostages and did not want to expose themselves, Ouyang did not want to call for backup.

However, times have changed. If the hostages cannot be found before the enemy, the mission will be lost forever.

Since that's the case, what's there to be afraid of? Let's just go for it!

The box contained a complete set of individual combat gear, including a combat uniform. But Ouyang didn't have that much time to sort through the odds and ends; he hadn't even brought a helmet.

There was no time to take the stairs, and no time to hesitate.

Ouyang immediately took out the only piece of C4 in the box, pulled Curly back upstairs, stuck the explosive on it, and quickly hid.

With a muffled thud, the explosion blasted a hole through the floor!
Tropical buildings not only have thin walls, but also thin floors, which are just a slightly thicker layer of wooden planks.

Wood chips scattered everywhere, and several bandits who happened to be passing by on the first floor were covered in wood spikes.

The remaining bandits, not understanding what had happened, all instinctively moved away from the scene.

Ouyang quickly appeared above the hole, aimed his rifle at his feet and fired continuously, killing the enemies one by one through the floor.

The remaining enemies then realized what had happened and immediately raised their guns to fire overhead. The two sides exchanged fierce fire across the floor, bullets piercing the floor and leaving irregular holes, sending up a flurry of wood chips.

The warhead, having pierced the floor, still possessed considerable momentum, but its trajectory became unpredictable, flying in various directions.

Curly felt like he was about to be hit by a bullet flying from who-knows-where, and he jumped around in terror, his feet bobbing back and forth as if they were in a pot of boiling oil.

However, Ouyang can use the machine flies to determine the enemy's location. Although he can't be sure of hitting the target every time, as long as the position is not bad, he can still manage to catch the enemy by sheer luck after firing a few shots.

The other side was different; they had no idea where Ouyang was and could only fire randomly without any clear purpose.

The clash between the two sides was an unfair contest from the very beginning.

(End of this chapter)