Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 400 Mi's Elopement
Alexis rushed to the scene with a group of bodyguards. The elevator shaft, which had been closed for many days, had been opened. Although the afternoon sun was shining brightly, it could only illuminate a small section near the entrance. The depths of the tunnel remained pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

At this moment, a large group of idlers gathered around the tunnel, pointing and gesturing at the open passage. Some of the bolder ones even approached closely, curiously peering inside.

John's face darkened, and he stopped a long way off. He wanted to say that the tunnel might be dangerous and that it was best to stay as far away as possible, but when he saw Alexis, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Go ahead and watch if you want, anyway, it's not our own people who are dying.

Alexis was equally cautious. He observed from a distance for a while and found nothing unusual about the bold man who had approached. After thinking it over, he still wisely kept his distance.

"The elevator was stopped for so long, how could it suddenly start working normally again?" He looked at John in confusion, making wild guesses without any logic, "Could it be that the explosion triggered the circuit?"

Although the explosion had no effect, the tremors should have reached underground, which may have coincidentally caused the elevator to resume operation.
John's lips twitched. What the hell is this explosion triggering a switch? If it could have been triggered, it would have been triggered long ago. Why did it wait until today?
Rather than attributing the problem to the explosion, it was more accurate to say that without the airship's power supply, the underground base's backup power was about to run out. Once the power went out, they would be doomed and had no choice but to open the door to survive.

But he didn't want to waste his breath on Alexis, so he nodded solemnly: "Possibly!"

He only said it was possible, not certain. Even if he was wrong, it's not his fault, is it?

Alexis's face twitched. He thought to himself, "Are you kidding me? Do I look like a brainless idiot?" If it weren't for the emergency supplies provided by the US, he would have shot this guy dead.

Not wanting to argue with John any longer, Alexis pointed to the tunnel: "Go, send a few men in to check..."

Before the words were finished, a commotion suddenly erupted from the exit: "They're out! They're out!"

All eyes were focused on the tunnel. At first, there was no sign of anything unusual, but soon a car slowly emerged from the tunnel.

Without any warning, everyone near the exit jumped away like startled rabbits.

After the elevator exited the tunnel, it continued to move along the tracks laid on the ground. But some idiot left a few steel plates on the tracks. The gears pressed against the steel plates, making a metallic bending sound.

The car then got stuck and stopped moving.

Alexis glanced at the dark tunnel, then at the silent elevator, and casually pointed to the unlucky guy not far away: "You, go take a look!"

"Huh?" The unlucky guy looked terrified, his feet rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Alexis had no patience for patient persuasion. He drew his pistol and pointed it at the unfortunate man: "I said, go take a look!"

The unlucky fellow looked miserable and hesitated in his steps.

Alexis immediately fired several shots at the unfortunate man's feet, and the unfortunate man jumped up and scrambled out of the elevator.

He swallowed hard and turned around timidly.

Alexis brandished his gun, his face threatening.

John remained expressionless, inwardly disdainful.

The unlucky fellow turned around, stretched out his trembling hand, and pressed the open button with a heavy heart. Then, as if he had seen a ghost, he fled as fast as he could.

As a result, he tripped and fell hard to the ground, breaking a front tooth and bleeding profusely from his mouth.

He turned back in despair, but the elevator neither exploded nor released anything dangerous; it simply opened the door quietly.

The elevator was completely empty; there was nothing there.

The unlucky fellow, having narrowly escaped death, breathed a long sigh of relief, but a wave of lingering fear washed over him, and he began to breathe heavily.

Alexis was both disappointed and disheartened.

Then someone shouted, "It's out! Another elevator is coming out!"

Before the words were even finished, the second car moved out of the tunnel and continued along the tracks until it collided with the first one and came to a stop.

Alexis brandished his gun: "You, go and take a look!"

The unlucky guy, still lying on the ground, was on the verge of tears: Why is it me again?
He cursed Alexis's female relatives in his mind, but dared not show the slightest resistance. He went to the elevator again and pressed the open button like he was digging up a landmine.

The elevator doors slid open, and a group of infected people poured out, rushing towards the unfortunate man who was caught off guard.

The unfortunate man was terrified and ran away as fast as he could.

But after only two steps, a series of gunshots rang out all around. The dense bullets pierced through the infected and turned the unlucky guy into a sieve.

He slowly fell to the ground, his unclosed eyes fixed on Alexis's direction.

When the gunfire stopped, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but no one felt there was anything wrong with killing the unlucky guy.

Everyone here escaped from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Everyone has witnessed firsthand the rampant and maddening behavior of the infected. We all know that once an infected is discovered, they must be eliminated immediately to ensure our own safety.

Any hesitation or indecision could lead to irreversible consequences, so they would never care about the life or death of a mere unlucky soul.

It's better for one person to die than for everyone to face danger.

Alexis's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously took two steps back, feeling that he had lost face. He then ordered the guards to retreat until it was safe to do so.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Mr. John, how could there be infected people?"

John was overjoyed and lied through his teeth, "This place was originally where Easterners developed viruses, so what's so strange about the emergence of infected people here?"

He said "development" rather than "research," a difference of only one word, but two completely different concepts.

Alexis asked cautiously, "What should we do? Block the entrance?"

“No, of course not!” John immediately stopped him, then lowered his voice, “Listen to me, Alexis, you must send people down to see what’s going on, and ideally find evidence that the Easterners developed the virus, do you understand what I mean?”

evidence?

Alexis's gaze was strange, and he lowered his voice as well: "John, the whole world knows that you are the origin of the virus. Are you trying to shift the blame onto people from the East?"

John showed no surprise or similar reaction, calmly asking in return, "Is it not allowed?"

"Why me?" Alexis asked.

John didn't hide anything, pointing to the elevator: "Because there's an Eastern base here!"

Alexis understood: "So, you contacted me because of this base?"

“That’s right!” John readily admitted. “I believe you are a smart man. Between the East, which is far away on the other side of the world, and Mi Lijian, who is right next door, you will definitely make the most rational choice.”

Alexis narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean, are you threatening me?"

“No, no, no!” John denied the threat three times in a row. “For us, there are only two kinds of relationships in this world: close and hostile. But which one it is is not up to us.”

Alexis's gaze turned cold. So you're not going to act anymore?

But having fallen out with John... and already having a falling out with Newtown, he really doesn't have the guts to offend West University. There are certainly powerful figures who have offended both East and West, but he's definitely not one of them.

“Okay, I understand what you mean, but sending people down there…” Alexis’s gaze darted around, hesitating. “There are infected people in there. Do you know how dangerous they are?”

John's expression was sincere: "We all know that infected people aren't that dangerous. Don't you have protective equipment? Put them on, and your people will definitely be able to handle it!"

He emphasized the word "cope with," clearly implying something.

Alexis understood, but still shook his head: "That's different. Protection isn't a panacea. Believe me, nobody wants to deal with infected people!"

"Really?" John smiled. "I firmly believe in one thing: money can buy everything. If it can't, then it's because you haven't paid enough!"

At this point, he pointed to the tunnel exit: "I can pay extra for a batch of supplies to explore the underground base. If we can get what I want, I can add another batch of supplies!"

His tone was nonchalant, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

It doesn't matter whether what he wants is here or not, because from the beginning he never thought about getting what he wanted. But what does it matter?

His only goal was to use the base on Belling Island to ignite public opinion; nothing else mattered!

As for whether anyone has any doubts?
Hehe, does it matter?

Trying to clarify muddied water?
It's not that easy!

He makes a fortune as long as even a small percentage of people believe the rumors!
More importantly, rumors can not only smear unrelated people, but also reveal the positions of various countries by observing how they respond to the rumors.

It's immediately clear who are friends, who are enemies, whose attitudes are ambiguous, and who are worth trying to win over.

This is a modern version of calling a deer a horse.

Alexis remained hesitant, but John, seeing through his thoughts, pressed on: "Don't worry, we will not interfere with the distribution of these supplies. What do you think?"

Alexis's heart skipped a beat: "Really?"

They're just sending a few people in to take a look. The reason they refused is simply to negotiate.

“Of course it’s true!” John said proudly. “Behind me is the great United States; these supplies are nothing.”

Alexis wanted to complain, "What the hell is so great about you? The pandemic has almost ruined your greatness. You've only managed to stay this long thanks to external aid."

But telling the truth wouldn't do him any good, would it?

Moreover, as the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. As the only American friend who has persisted to this day, it would be easy for Old Mi to deal with him no matter how down he is.

"Alright!" Alexis finally made up his mind and summoned a guard. "Go find a few men, put on full protective gear, and go in to take a look!"

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged glances, avoiding Alexis's gaze and pretending it had nothing to do with them.

This is a death trap! They'll only agree if you absorb a lot of spores!

John didn't say anything, he just glanced at Alexis indifferently.

The latter understood and immediately offered a generous price, promising ample food, a large reward, and beautiful women after the deed was done.

Initially, everyone refused, but as Alexis kept increasing his offers, more and more people were tempted.

Finally, someone couldn't help but step forward: "Count me in, but you have to pay me in advance!"

If you die underground, then it's all over. You have to enjoy the benefits you're entitled to beforehand.

"And I!"

"Add me!"

In a short while, a group of desperados stepped forward, all looking at Alexis with burning, greedy eyes.

Just now, no one was willing to step forward, but now there's not only enough, but we even have room to choose!

After careful consideration, Alexis selected twelve men and formed a suicide squad.

With the idea of ​​saving every penny, he originally wanted to postpone the payment until after the deal was done, but he couldn't refuse in front of everyone and had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

He couldn't skimp on the money to save his life, so he reluctantly ordered his men to fetch various supplies and arranged for a group of beautiful women to join him.

In this day and age, women are practically worthless. They'll do anything for a bite to eat, making them the least costly of the three conditions.

Amidst envious glances from the crowd, the twelve suicide squad members enjoyed a long-awaited feast, and then left one after another, each with a charming and beautiful woman in their arms.

However, they didn't all come in pairs; quite a few people simply gathered together, which greatly annoyed Alexis.

What kind of time is this to be doing this? Don't I have time to spare?

He simply gave a direct order: he only had twenty minutes, and after twenty minutes, all twelve people had to be standing in front of him without missing a single one!
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately abandoned any thoughts of recklessness. Some hastily searched for a spot, while others, who weren't in such a hurry, simply gave up and planned to make up for it later.

There was one honest-looking man who said he would find a place nearby to relieve himself, but he never returned.

Alexis sensed something was wrong and ordered a search, but all they found was a beautiful woman who had died.

Alexis was humiliated, feeling he had lost face in front of Old Mi, and immediately ordered the man to be found, alive or dead!
John felt it wasn't worth wasting time on a coward and suggested the remaining eleven could set off first.

Alexis, however, stubbornly insisted on bringing back the cowards who deserted in the face of battle, making an example of them before setting off again.

“If morale is low, it’s hard to lead the team,” Alexis said.

Fortunately, Belling Island is only a small island, and the man acted on a whim. With a carpet search by numerous armed men and drones, it didn't take long to find the guy out of the corner.

Alexis publicly tortured the coward and finally killed the despicable man with his own hands, feeling a sense of relief.

The remaining eleven suicide squad members fell silent, their gazes towards Alexis filled with awe.

Alexis smiled with satisfaction, and with a confident wave of his hand, declared, "Let's go!"

He believes there are only three types of leaders in the world: those who inspire faith in everyone, those who inspire trust in everyone, and those who inspire fear in everyone.

He couldn't convince people with faith, so he could only intimidate them with fear.

It is clear that he has achieved his goal.

The suicide squad entered the elevator in a line, pressed the button, and the car slowly slid into the tunnel, gradually being swallowed by darkness, as if being swallowed by a giant beast.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of the wind reaching our ears.

(End of this chapter)