Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 364: Concealing the truth
Ouyang opened fire continuously, killing the rioters who rushed into the first floor. Those who were shot either died on the spot or fell to the ground screaming in agony. Blood splattered everywhere and rioters were struggling with serious injuries.

Those who weren't hit were stunned by what they saw, and hesitated to move forward. The cowardly ones simply turned and ran.

The rioters were just bad, not stupid. The target was set by the leader, but their lives were their own. Those who couldn't tell the difference would either die or be injured. The rest, no matter how fanatical, were forced to sober up by the intense scene.

Ouyang did not stop, but instead threw several grenades down to the first floor.

To avoid accidentally injuring himself, he always used all his strength and the most suitable angle to throw the grenade as far as possible.

After several explosions, Ou Yang jumped down, and a burst of gunfire rang out. Regardless of whether they were dead or alive, all the thugs in his line of sight were mercilessly shot.

Curly's heart trembled violently, and he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth: Easterners are so ruthless!
Ouyang aimed his gun at the end of the corridor: "Which way do we go!"

Curly poked his head out of the hole and pointed behind Ouyang: "This way!"

Ou Yang took a few steps back and squatted down close to the wall: "Get down!"

Curly-haired boy shook his head violently: "No, I wouldn't dare!"

Just kidding, he must be out of his mind to jump from the second floor.

Ou Yang glanced at the hole and silently backed away.

Curly immediately panicked, stared wide-eyed at the hole under his feet, licked his lips to muster his courage, licked them again and mustered his courage once more, but still didn't have the guts to jump down.

Time waits for no one; if you get caught alone and encounter thugs, the consequences could be disastrous.

Under the threat of death, Curly steeled himself and, like a clumsy bear, crawled backward on the ground, first his feet and then his torso, until only his arms were left gripping the edge of the hole, before suddenly letting go and falling to the first floor.

When I landed, I didn't see the spot properly and accidentally stepped on a corpse with its eyes wide open in death. I slipped and fell on my butt.

It didn't hurt, but his hand was pressed into a pool of sticky, viscous blood. Terrified, he quickly wiped the blood off the corpse and chased after it, yelling, "Wait for me—"

Ou Yang ignored him completely and quickly rushed to the northwest corner of the first floor.

This is a kitchen. Fish scales, bloodstains, onion peels and other remnants are left on the long table. The sink is piled with used dishes, and swarms of flies buzz around.

Ou Yang's eye twitched. Given these hygiene conditions, he wouldn't eat a bite even if he were paid.

Curly-haired boy caught up, breathless, his eyes filled with sorrow.

He wanted to complain, but when he thought of the ruthlessness of the Eastern man in front of him, he quickly swallowed the curses that were on the tip of his tongue.

You can be dissatisfied with a ruthless person, but you must never offend them to their face!
Ouyang gave Curly a look, and although the latter was very unhappy, he still obediently pointed to the cabinet in the corner.

Ouyang tilted his head again, indicating that the basement should be opened.

Curly was incredibly frustrated, but in the end he still obediently went over and pushed open the cabinet, revealing the downward steps.

Ouyang didn't rush in, but stayed where he was, staring at the entrance.

Curly-haired man was inwardly grumbling, but dared not show the slightest abnormality on his face.

It's very disjointed.

A fly flew right past Curly Hair and went straight into the passage.

The passageway leads to an underground space, which appears to be a storage room. There are several rows of empty wooden shelves, but only a small amount of stored food can be seen.

There was a shelf against the wall specifically for storing red wine, but most of it was empty, with only a few bottles of wine he couldn't name displayed... well, he wouldn't even recognize an '82 Lafite. Three thugs were hiding behind the shelf, a pistol, an old Remington, and a vintage WWII-style rifle, all pointed at the entrance.

The three hostages were sitting quietly on the ground in the corner behind the rioters, with cloth bags over their heads and their backs against the wall.

Ou Yang breathed a sigh of relief. "My God, I finally found it!"
He was about to contact the ship's command when he suddenly realized something was wrong. The exposed skin of the hostages was too dark, which did not match the skin of the bound hostages!

Although time was short and we didn't get the landlord's information, we had seen the hostages' information, and the images were taken when we arrived on the island. It wasn't long ago, so it's impossible for such a noticeable color difference to appear.

Another detail is that the hostage's hands are rough and his knuckles are large!
A major reason why the kidnapped and our own people joined the trading company was that they were unwilling to join the construction team of the new city. They had little experience in physical labor and could not possibly have such hands!

Something's not right, something's very wrong!

Ouyang immediately took out a flying lightning bolt, set the program, and the flying lightning bolt flew into the passage under Curly's horrified gaze. However, after entering the storage room, it did not explode immediately, but instead circled back and forth above the heads of several thugs.

Often, holding back your attack is more likely to cause panic in the other party!
The thugs had no idea what a flying thunderbolt was, but they knew it was something to be trifled with. They shouted and fired wildly, trying to shoot it down.

Just as Ou Yang was about to rush in, the hostages suddenly jumped up and ripped the cloth bags off their heads...

Good grief, even the hostages are actually kidnappers in disguise, right? Well, then there's nothing more to say.

Ouyang gave the signal, and the flying thunder exploded in mid-air. Hundreds of steel balls swept across the storage room, smashing wooden shelves into pieces. The remaining red wine shattered one after another, and the six kidnappers, covered in bloody holes, fell down unwillingly.

Ouyang entered the storage room and quickly finished off the enemy with a shot.

Curly followed behind, and with each gunshot, his cheek would involuntarily twitch, which was quite comical.

"Do you recognize these people?" Ouyang asked, pointing to the men disguised as hostages.

“I know them,” Curly nodded. “They’re in cahoots.”

Having confirmed his suspicions, Ouyang still couldn't shake off his bad mood and asked resentfully, "Is there only one storage room here?"

We've searched everywhere we can, but there's still no trace of the hostage. It would be a lie to say we're not anxious.

Curly suddenly grinned, walked to the corner like a prized possession, pushed open an empty cabinet, and raised an eyebrow smugly: "This is the real basement!"

Ou Yang was taken aback. He peered over and was astonished to see a cellar filled with water, barely a meter high, at the bottom of a shaft that was only a little over one meter deep.

It's very rough; it looks like it was dug up hastily.

Well, so this is the real basement. It's quite well hidden!

Ouyang's gaze towards Curly Hair suddenly became much more complicated: This kid seems to be a bit dim-witted, is he not faking it?
The cellar contained nine people, including five locals and four people of East Asian descent.

One of the Asian men had a bloodstain on his chest and abdomen; he was unconscious but still alive!

Ouyang... wasn't it supposed to be one dead and three prisoners? How come it's different from the information we received?
Nine people were crammed into a narrow space, their legs submerged in water, their eyes filled with fear and worry.

The five locals were overjoyed to see Curly Hair open the door.
Seeing Ouyang behind Curly Hair, the three Qing-style Easterners felt as if they were seeing a long-lost relative.

“Come out, you’re safe now,” Curly said in Spanish.

"Don't come out, wait for my message!" Ouyang said in Chinese.

(End of this chapter)