Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 194 Life is Full of Unexpected Events
There was nowhere to hide in the house, so the three of them immediately ran upstairs, bumping into a few old men coming down from upstairs.

Housing is scarce in Baifeng Town. This house is not only occupied by Ou Yang and others, but also by seven or eight old Americans, including Ya En.

Their reaction time was a beat slower than Ouyang's; they didn't rush out until this point.

"Where are you going..." The evil spirit only got halfway through his sentence when a fierce gunshot suddenly rang out from outside.

Ou Yang immediately shouted, "Go upstairs! Quick, go upstairs and hide!"

Outside the window, the whole town was in chaos, with hundreds of outcasts running around in the darkness like headless flies.

Ouyang didn't want to call them "outcasts," but they were neither ordinary infected nor immune to the virus, making it difficult to define their identity with an accurate neutral term.

In the air, six helicopters circled around the town.

Each helicopter opened its hatch, and the heavily armed American knelt on one knee by the door, aiming at the running crowd below and firing continuously. With each shot, a civilian was shot and fell to the ground.

He wore a full-color night vision device on his head, making the pitch-black night indistinguishable from daytime, and the running commoners were easy targets.

Some people picked up weapons and fired at the helicopters in the air, but without exception, all the American soldiers who dared to fight back were killed by the enemy's hail of bullets.

Ouyang, who rushed up to the second floor, hid by the window and witnessed the scene.

He hated this damned cult with a passion. If Diablo were still in his hands, how could he be so powerless to fight back now?
A helicopter came into Ouyang's view, and he could no longer hold back, immediately raising 191.

Just as he was about to fire, Yann grabbed the barrel and shouted, "Don't fire!"

"Why?" Ouyang demanded. "Right now, these lowly people are drawing fire. Once they're all dead, we'll be the ones who die!"

"We can't fire!" Yann insisted. "Firing will provoke retaliation from the enemy. Let's hide properly, and the enemy will leave in a while!"

Ou Yang could hardly believe his ears. You can't get hurt if you don't resist? What kind of bizarre theory is that?

He was immediately enraged: "If we don't fight now, we'll never have another chance..."

A few months ago, he was just like these people, always thinking about protecting himself. But as it turns out, in chaotic times, people are worse off than dogs. There are some things that he can't avoid. Facing things actively may not yield good results, but avoiding them passively will definitely not bring any gains.

Seeing the two arguing, the others quickly intervened, saying, "Ya'en is right, we can't shoot!"

"Let's hide carefully. If the enemy can't see the target, they'll leave on their own."

"Whatever you do, don't let them notice us!"

Ou Yang was completely dumbfounded. Was he living in a room with a bunch of quails?

He tried to argue his case, but Yann and the others didn't give him a chance at all.

At a time like this, if they still focus their attention on this kind of thing instead of uniting to fight against external threats, this sect probably has no future or hope!

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei were also confused by this scene, but after exchanging a glance, they immediately raised their guns and shouted: "Shut up, get out of the way, all of you get out of the way!"

Yann still gripped Ouyang's gun barrel: "What do you two want?"

"Put the gun down!"

"Put the gun down!"

"How could you point guns at your own church members!"

Zhu Yiming was furious: "You motherfucker, get out of my way..."

The gunfire outside the window suddenly subsided. Ou Yang's heart sank. He turned to look outside and saw only corpses strewn across the street, with only Old Mi standing bewildered amidst the bodies.

He was stunned. How long had it been? Hundreds of people were gone just like that?

In the air, several guns were simultaneously aimed at the only survivor, whose conspicuous identification marks could be seen on his body, before they tacitly moved their gun barrels away.

On the second floor, Ou Yang could no longer contain his anger and kicked Ya En away, but in doing so, he lost his chance to fire back.

Just as he was about to tell Zhu and Jiang to stay away from these incompetent teammates, there was a sudden crash, and the window glass was smashed to pieces by something round.

Before anyone could realize what was happening, a sudden loud bang was followed by a blinding flash of light. Everyone's ears rang, and all they could see was white.

In an instant, everyone lost their hearing and sight, and their minds went blank.

When Ouyang regained consciousness, he was lying on the ground with his hands tightly bound by plastic zip ties, and several pairs of military boots were stomping around in front of him without any regard for his safety.

He twisted his body and turned his head in another direction. A shard of glass cut a shallow gash on his face, but he didn't notice it at all.

A few steps away, Zhu Yiming looked bewildered, while Jiang Yuwei stood there dumbfounded, bound tightly by the enemy as if she had lost her soul.

There was no resistance whatsoever throughout the entire process.

Only then did a thought pop into Ouyang's mind: What exactly happened?
Looking at these uninvited guests, their equipment was quite luxurious, and just by looking at their efficient methods, you could tell that these people were not to be trifled with.

Outside the window, explosions, sometimes near, sometimes far, rang out intermittently, but soon subsided.

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei came to their senses one after the other, staring blankly with bewildered eyes, completely unable to understand what had happened.

The other old Americans also lay on the ground, each with a dazed expression.

However, no one was injured; not a single one was injured, and they are all alive and well!
One of the thugs suddenly pressed his ear: "Roger that... Hurry up!"

Having said that, his large, leather-booted foot kicked Ouyang's shoulder without mercy: "Get up, get up!"

The armed thugs kicked and shoved everyone up from the ground and herded them outside like sheep.

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei took advantage of the chaos to squeeze next to Ou Yang.

At this moment, everyone has fallen into the hands of the enemy. No matter how many people gather together, they will only be food for the enemy and will not be able to gain even a little bit of safety.

Having familiar faces around provides some psychological comfort.

As soon as they stepped outside, the cold midnight wind hit them in the face. Many Americans hadn't even had time to change their clothes. They were barefoot, wearing only thin pajamas, and were shivering from the cold.

Ou Yang and others fared slightly better, but only slightly.

He quietly observed his surroundings and saw many fellow believers he had only met once, numbering over a hundred, but he couldn't find the priest or Mason.

Several helicopters were parked outside the town, and the people were driven out of the town and boarded the helicopters.

A lightly dressed church member suddenly fell to the ground, causing a commotion. Several thugs rushed over and kicked and punched him, leading to even greater chaos.

In another direction, a church member named Tos seized the opportunity and ran into the forest, but after only a few steps, the thugs opened fire without hesitation.

But the rioters didn't use pistols or rifles; instead, they used a weapon with a very thin barrel, very quiet sound, and that looked like a toy.

With a soft snap, a red pom-pom stuck to Tos's buttocks. Tos staggered a few steps as if drunk, his legs gave way, and he collapsed into the snow like a lump of mud.

Two thugs rushed over, dragged him back like a dead dog, and threw him directly into the helicopter.

Ouyang was suddenly a little confused. These thugs showed no mercy to the common people, cutting them down like grass; although they were not very friendly to the church members either, they were not as ruthless as they were to the common people!
The chaos in the crowd quickly subsided, and the group continued forward, climbing onto the helicopter one by one. Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei were the first to board, and Ou Yang, who was following behind them, had already raised his foot when he was suddenly shoved by a thug next to him, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

"What are you doing!" Ou Yang glared angrily.

The thugs sneered mockingly and shoved Ouyang again, pushing him toward another helicopter.

There was clearly still space on the plane, yet the three people were deliberately separated. This thug did it on purpose!

Unable to fight city hall, Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei watched helplessly as Ou Yang was taken away.

Knowing his predicament, Ouyang suppressed his anger and boarded another plane.

He was kicked by rioters when he boarded the plane and almost fell into the cabin.

There was absolutely nothing funny about it, but the thug laughed maniacally, his voice and expressions were extremely exaggerated.

Ouyang immediately became suspicious: Could this guy be a lunatic?
The plane carrying Zhu and Jiang was filled with prisoners and immediately took off and flew away.

The plane carrying Ouyang still had plenty of space, so it remained on the ground.

He adjusted his posture and observed the outside world through the porthole.

At least several dozen thugs were moving in and out of the town, occasionally catching a church member who had slipped through their net.

If they happen to find a commoner, they will shoot him dead immediately.

Behind Ou Yang, a fellow church member's voice trembled: "Who exactly are they? Why are they arresting us?"

Another voice scoffed, "Shut up, as if we knew!"

Ou Yang suddenly felt like laughing, finding it inexplicably funny.

Most people didn't want to speak at all; they were all worried about their fate.

Ou Yang twisted his wrist, trying to see if he could break free, but the plastic cable ties were very strong, and there were three of them tied together.

However, this thing is made of plastic after all, so how sturdy can it really be?

He looked around casually, hoping to find a place where he could break the cable tie, such as some inconspicuous protrusion or edge.

But the aircraft's manufacturing process was far more sophisticated than I had imagined; after searching around, I couldn't find a suitable place.

Break free by brute force alone?

Don't be ridiculous. Maybe it would work if you absorbed enough spores, but the problem is that the cabin is full of immune people, so you can't find any spores at all!
Where can I find a suitable... right, a nameplate!

On his back pocket was a metal tag, only slightly larger than a coin, which was sure to wear through the cable ties!
But with Ouyang's hands tied together, it wasn't easy for him to reach his back pocket. He twisted and turned, but he couldn't reach his backside no matter what he did.

Old Mi, who was originally sitting next to him, seemed to have misunderstood something and awkwardly moved away.

Another American, seemingly guessing his thoughts, lowered his voice and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Ou Yang grinned and said, "It's nothing, I just need to pee."

Old Mi immediately dodged away in disgust.

After yet another failure, Ouyang sighed helplessly.

He wasn't Jackie Chan; he couldn't possibly move his hands, which were tied in front of him, behind his back. But even though he had already come up with a solution, he was unwilling to give up just like that.

Ouyang's eyes swept aimlessly, and his gaze suddenly landed on an old man with his knees drawn up to his chest.

It was a little girl who was only a little over ten years old, hiding quietly in a corner all by herself.

Yup!

Ou Yang suddenly realized what was going on, unbuckled his belt and took off his pants, startling Lao Mi, who was standing next to him, so much so that his heart was pounding.

What's wrong with this Asian man?
Ou Yang didn't care what they thought. He pulled his pants down to his knees and finally managed to tear off the metal plate from his back pocket.

I had just pulled up my pants when the hatch opened with a whoosh, and a few more church members were brought in.

Ouyang quietly fiddled with the metal piece in his hand, but it was too small, and his hands were tied together, so he couldn't reach the cable ties at all.

He simply imitated the little girl, curling up into a ball, placing his hands on his knees, and pressing his forehead against his hands, looking as if he was about to have an emotional breakdown.

After Ouyang quieted down, the others quickly stopped paying attention to this Asian man.

He waited patiently for a while before putting the metal piece in his mouth and rubbing it against the plastic cable tie again and again.

You have to stop and grind it a few times to avoid being discovered by others.

Time slowly passed in anxious waiting.

Everyone thought the plane would take off soon, but it actually took much longer than expected.

Every so often, the rioters would send a few people onto the plane. Each time the cabin door opened, it meant that more church members had fallen into the hands of the enemy. But there were clearly not many church members left, and the plane was not full by the time dawn broke.

The hatch opened again, and this time it wasn't the captured church members who came up, but four fully armed thugs.

Ouyang stopped immediately, curled his tongue, and put the metal piece in his mouth.

The thugs sat down with their guns in their hands, and one of them clenched his fist and slammed it twice against the partition in the cabin.

The roar of the engines grew stronger, the plane suddenly shuddered, and slowly lifted off the ground.

A ray of sunlight shone into the cabin, and outside the porthole, the vast snowfield stretched as far as the eye could see!
Judging from the angle of the sunlight, Ouyang determined that the helicopter was flying northwest. He tried his best to observe the ground and attempted to determine where the helicopter was.

During the months he was trapped in the wilderness, he had already memorized that map.

The only thing that is certain is that he has left the epidemic area.

Flying straight ahead, you might occasionally see a small town or a road on the ground, but these are not helpful for determining your exact location.

At this moment, Ouyang's feelings were extremely complicated.

Before, it was something I longed for but couldn't have, and now I'm leaving in a way I never dreamed of... Life is truly full of surprises!
He observed the others discreetly, quickly selected his target, and quietly slipped the metal piece into the hand of an old man who looked somewhat arrogant.

Old Mi was both surprised and delighted. He looked at Ou Yang, then at the metal piece in his hand, as if he had found a treasure.

This guy really has no acting talent. If Ouyang hadn't been blocking the thugs' view, he would have been exposed.

Not long after, the arrogant rice handed the metal sheet to another old rice.

The thugs in front suddenly sensed something was wrong and their gazes fell on a church member with shifty eyes: "You, you, what are you holding in your hand? Hand it over!"

Ou Yang's heart tightened. Oh no, he'd been discovered!
The situation didn't allow him to hesitate any longer. Ou Yang twisted his arms and broke the cable ties, then suddenly roared, "Those who don't want to die, fight!"

(End of this chapter)