Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 399 Explosion
"Alright!" Wan Lin let out a long breath, leaning back in a relaxed posture. "You've said everything you needed to say. I'll see you out now!"

What the hell?
Caught completely off guard, Ouyang almost bit his tongue: "Hey, wait a minute, are you going to take me out now?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Wan Lin's expression was seven parts innocent and three parts bewildered.

"What's wrong?" Ou Yang pointed to the digital clock on the wall. "Isn't it nine o'clock in the morning?"

“Yes!” Wan Lin nodded. “What’s wrong?”

"What else?" Ou Yang wanted nothing more than to crack open his skull and see what was inside. "In broad daylight, are you sending me out, or handing me over to the enemy?"

I always thought this person was quite smart, how did they suddenly become mentally challenged?

Wan Lin then realized he had made a mistake and apologized repeatedly with an embarrassed look on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was in such a hurry that I didn't pay attention to the time... So when do you suggest we go out?"

Ouyang sighed, "Even if we're in a hurry, we have to wait until dark, right? And we need to make some preparations."

Wan Lin patted his chest, which wasn't particularly strong... well, actually could only be described as thin, and confidently assured everyone: "Whatever you need, as long as I have it, it's no problem!"

Ouyang thought for a moment and said, "Do you have alcohol? Other flammable liquids are also fine."

"Yes!" Wan Lin nodded.

"Where's the rubber?"

"No, will plastic work?"

Ouyang thought for a moment and said, "That works too."

Given the available resources, the only homemade weapon he could think of was an incendiary bomb. He had read about adding rubber to alcohol in a novel, but he didn't know how effective it would be.

He wasn't sure if it would work to use plastic instead of rubber, but he had a vague idea in his mind.

With Wan Lin's help, Ou Yang quickly gathered the ingredients and began making Molotov cocktails.

Wan Lin also helped, but after only a few bottles, Ou Yang suddenly stopped what he was doing: "Old Wan, we should have some spores here, right?"

Wan Lin immediately became alert: "What do you want to do?"

"What for? To deal with the enemy, of course!" Ou Yang shook the Molotov cocktail he had just filled. "By the way, do you have any spores here? Phantom cytokinin will do too!"

Wan Lin hesitated: "Yes, we do have them, but the spores and phacoemulsification are strictly stored according to requirements and can only be used in experiments..."

"At this point, let's not worry about the rules," Ou Yang rolled his eyes. "Tell me where it is, I'll go get it!"

They say you can't judge a book by its cover. This person doesn't seem like a stubborn person at all. Why is he so inflexible?
But he immediately remembered the incident of borrowing a defibrillator from an ambulance and felt that Wan Lin probably didn't want to take responsibility.

This time they were very cooperative and soon brought out some phagocytic fungi sealed in a box.

Ou Yang casually asked, "Why not take the spores?"

Wan Lin waved his hands repeatedly: "Spores won't work, spores will cause infection!"

Ou Yang thought about it and realized it made perfect sense: "Hey, you've thought of everything!"

Inhaling spores has serious consequences, but inhaling phacoemulsification only induces hallucinations without the risk of infection; this is the biggest difference between the two.

Ouyang stared at the box containing the hallucinogen and fell into deep thought.

Wan Lin pointed to the remaining materials and asked curiously, "Aren't we going to make incendiary bombs anymore?"

Ouyang snapped out of his daze: "Oh, that's enough for now, I'll stop now!"

Wan Lin quickly put the alcohol away: "How do you use the 'phantomycin'?"

Ouyang already had a new idea, but he didn't say it right away. Instead, he shook his head and said, "I haven't thought of anything yet... I'm hungry, let's get something to eat first!"

"Huh?" Wan Lin glanced at the time in surprise. "It's only been a short time, and you're already hungry?"

Ou Yang said matter-of-factly, "I've been starving for days, I need to replenish my energy!"

A few minutes later, he continued eating. Wan Lin stared in amazement at Ou Yang's appetite.

Is this guy some kind of reincarnated idiot?
Ou Yang pretended not to see and asked while eating, "Can your surveillance cameras only see inside the base?"

"Research institute, not base!" Wan Lin emphasized.

"Come on, it's just the two of us, why are you trying to fool us!" Ou Yang bluntly exposed.

Anyone with a brain knows that the so-called research institute is just a front; it's actually an underground base, only using the name of a research institute as a cover.

At first glance, it seems pointless to bury one's head in the sand, but to the uninformed locals, an underground base established by outsiders and a temporary research institute are two completely different concepts.

Underground bases give the impression of being permanent, solid, and unlikely to be easily moved, while research institutes can be left at any time and do not have such a strong sense of ownership.

Therefore, the above-ground buildings here are all temporary prefabricated houses or steel-framed houses, rather than concrete structures.

"Say whatever you want!" Wan Lin didn't respond at all.

Ou Yang put down the empty lunchbox and opened a new one: "What do you think would happen to those people outside if the elevator suddenly started working again?"

ground.

The original building was completely unrecognizable. Near the ruined houses, several hot young women dressed in revealing clothes set up a long table on the open ground, skillfully spread a tablecloth, set out the tableware, and finally placed two high-backed dining chairs.

“Mr. John, please have a seat!” Alexis gestured for him to sit down.

The guy named John happily took a seat.

He was probably in his thirties, with curly hair and a full beard that curled like his hair. He wore sunglasses on his nose, which, combined with his unruly appearance, made him look very different from the sharp dark suit he was wearing.

Alexis slapped the pretty girl's bottom: "Let's begin, girls!"

The woman gave Alexis a charming wink and then served the dishes to the table in a flowing stream, placing them in front of the two of them.

"Pray?" Alexis asked.

“Of course!” John took off his sunglasses, clenched his fists in front of him, and said, “Thank you, Lord, for lunch; thank you, Lord, for health; thank you, Lord, for everything you have… Amen!”

John made the sign of the cross, put his sunglasses back on, and lunch officially began.

In reality, he had no religious beliefs at all; he only pretended to be a devout believer because Alexis believed in this.

Alexis was slightly displeased because he believed that prayer should be performed by himself, the master, and not by an outsider. However, because of John's extraordinary background, he could only suppress his anger.

The two ate in silence, and what they ate and drank were supplies abandoned during the emergency evacuation of the research institute.

The remaining supplies were all seized by Alexis's men. However, to the inexperienced gang, these supplies weren't all good; some of the chemical materials used in experiments were extremely dangerous. On the day of the incident, he witnessed a clumsy guy accidentally knock over a plastic bucket. It was dark and windy, and he didn't notice anything amiss, but everyone nearby lost their mobility, clutching their necks and collapsing to the ground, dying almost instantly.

Although several days had passed, Alexis still remembered it vividly and was filled with awe for everything on Belling Island.

Who knows if those Easterners might have left behind something even more dangerous in some corner!
Looking across the entire Belling Island, only Alexis and John seemed to be having a proper lunch; everyone else just ate a quick bite and that was it.

Just then, a few armed men carrying boxes happened to pass by, and Alexis couldn't help but yell, "Watch out, all of you! This is explosives from the US, it's really powerful!"

John rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. Was this guy doing it on purpose?
"Don't worry, Alexis, these are all safe explosives; they can only be detonated with detonators."

"Wow, that's amazing!" Alexis exclaimed dramatically.

After the minor incident, the two continued their meal.

The group of militants walked across a gentle slope and descended into a large pit five or six meters deep.

The crater was surrounded by soil, but the bottom was a flat concrete crater, clearly a crater created by an explosion!
A demolition expert belonging to a gang and his assistant are fiddling with explosives in the pit.

The expert is highly skilled; all the wires and detonators are arranged in an orderly manner, and he is definitely not a complete novice.

Even so, the militants were still terrified and fled as fast as they could after planting the explosives.

The two demolition experts exchanged a glance and shrugged with a mocking smile.

When everything was ready, Alexis and John finished their lunch and hid behind a distant bunker.

“Let’s begin!” Alexis said.

He would never be present at the scene of the explosion; hiding in a bunker was the limit for him!

Initially, it wasn't so formal, but not long ago, a mediocre volunteer made a mistake while installing the explosives. Somehow, it detonated prematurely, leaving no trace of the body and also endangering his nearby companions, killing seven or eight and injuring many more.

But the Easterners' underground base was completely unscathed, leaving only a large area of ​​splattered blood.

Alexis simply couldn't believe it was real!
From then on, Alexis learned his lesson and never allowed laymen to handle explosives at will again. Instead, he tried his best to find two real experts.

Before this, he had tried many methods, including but not limited to digging, drilling, splitting, and even burning.

However, no matter what method they used, without exception, they all failed and could not break into the base.

Explosives were the last hope.

Alexis was deeply conflicted. In the past few days, he had tried every means to put pressure on the New City, but the Easterners were very stubborn and refused to agree to his conditions.

Although New City did not launch a counterattack, its defenses were very tight. He could only target the base and force New City to agree to his conditions.

Alexis was well aware of how demanding his requests were, but he had no choice; in order to rise to power, he had promised his allies high returns beforehand.

We're all involved in organized crime, and the only thing that binds us together is mutual benefit. Everything else is meaningless.

If we reach an agreement with the Easterners, obtain the supplies, and fulfill our promise, then everyone will be happy. If we can't fulfill our promise... well, we're all involved in organized crime, so it's better to be dignified.

If he can't be dignified, everyone will help him be dignified.

It was under these circumstances that John took the initiative to approach Alexis and promised that if the negotiations failed, Old Mi could provide Alexis with a batch of supplies to fulfill his prior commitment.

The premise is that Alexis must act according to Old Mi's wishes.

To put it bluntly, it's like being Old Mi's puppet.

Alexis didn't want to agree from the bottom of his heart, but he had no other choice. After thinking it over, he had no choice but to agree.

Being a puppet is better than being dead!
boom--

A deafening thud interrupted Alexis's thoughts, and he could feel a noticeable tremor beneath his feet.

Looking up, a mushroom cloud rose from a distant crater, with mud and sand flying everywhere.

Only after the dust had settled did Alexis emerge from the bunker, eagerly asking, "How did things go?"

The demolition expert looked at him with disbelief: "I used so many explosives and it didn't work. Even steel isn't this hard. Is this really concrete?"

Alexis looked constipated: "Advisor John, you should know what this is, right?"

John nodded: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a special type of concrete codenamed C140. Even if you use a bunker buster, let alone explosives, you can only blast a shallow crater a little over two meters deep."

"Two meters?" Alexis's eyes lit up. "That deep?"

深？
John thought to himself, "Do you have to be so ridiculous? Two meters deep?"

That was a heavy bunker buster weighing thirteen tons. It could drill 60 meters deep into conventional concrete and 40 meters into granite, but it only drilled two meters deep.
Who are you mocking?

But he didn't say anything, just glanced at Alexis and thought to himself, "Go ahead and go deep if you want!"

Alexis pressed on, "Advisor John, could you please provide a few bunker buster bombs?"

John remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he had cursed every single swear word he had ever heard.

He leaned close to Alexis's ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, Alexis, we can only offer you limited assistance. We can't possibly deploy strategic bombers for something like this. Otherwise, the whole world would know that we did it, and that you're involved with us. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, it just won't work, right?"

John shrugged: "If you want to interpret it that way, then so be it."

“Alright, I understand.” Alexis’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light. “Men, bring all the explosives over here!”

Time was running out, and he had to resolve all the troubles before the situation spiraled out of control.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. "Move them all over? That's insane!"
Alexis roared, "What are you all standing there for? Go!"

The group of people suddenly realized what was happening and immediately sprang into action. John sneered inwardly, thinking that this guy was a hopeless case.

Since that's the case, he has no choice but to activate Plan B: find an opportunity to get rid of Alexis and take his place!
Just then, an armed man suddenly ran over in a hurry: "Boss, boss—"

"Stop howling! I'm not dead yet!" Alexis roared.

The man kept pointing in the direction of the bomb crater: "Boss, the elevator, that elevator..."

"What's wrong with the elevator?" Alexis was almost frantic, wishing he could kick the guy to death.

"The elevator is working normally again!"

Alexis looked puzzled. How come the elevator was back in operation after all the explosions?
Are you fucking kidding me?

(End of this chapter)