Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 195 The tip of the iceberg

Ou Yang roared, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot and he didn't move. Looking around the cabin, only a few impulsive old Americans stood up.

But there were only a few, among which was the Jieao Rice.

Ou Yang covered his face.

Old Mi understands self-interest, and when it really matters, he just lets us down!
Finding that the others were not moving, the few old Americans were immediately at a loss, looking utterly hopeless.

As the saying goes, "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down," and these few had already foreseen how tragic their fate would be.

Jie Aomi was the one who was hurt the most. He stared blankly at Ou Yang, his eyes filled with astonishment, surprise, grief and doubt.

Ouyang was eager to know just how rich Jie Aomi's inner world was, that he could convey so much information through his eyes.

Even an Oscar-winning actor couldn't portray that kind of look.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the cabin was not only awkward, but also a bit silent.

Ouyang was located at the deepest part of the cabin, in front of him was a Mediterranean man wearing coral fleece pajamas.

The Mediterranean Sea, facing away from Europe, huddled up like a wooden stake, motionless.

Ou Yang thought to himself, "This is the one," and without warning, kicked Mediterranean in the butt.

Caught off guard, Mediterranean yelled and slammed into the mob.

The old Americans next to Ouyang witnessed this scene and knew that Mediterranean was acting against his will. However, only a very small number of people saw the truth. The vast majority of the old Americans only heard Mediterranean roar and rushed towards the thugs without regard for anything else.

Without saying a word, the thug swung his gun and knocked Mediterranean down, then kicked him twice more, breaking two of his front teeth and leaving him covered in blood and unconscious.

The rioters' intention was to make an example of someone to deter others.

However, things turned out the opposite. The Mediterranean's experience not only failed to intimidate the others, but also aroused Old Mi's anger and courage!

Several church members, including Jie Ao Mi, rushed towards the heavily armed thugs without hesitation.

The power of role models is boundless; inspired by those few Americans, more Americans rushed to join the rioters.

Ou Yang breathed a huge sigh of relief, wishing he could hug the few old Americans who rushed up and give them a good kiss.

The sudden resistance caught the rioters off guard, but they remained calm and immediately opened fire to repel the enemy.

But they weren't carrying ordinary firearms; they were carrying specially made tranquilizer guns.

Several slapping sounds were heard as several tranquilizer darts hit Old Mi, who was charging at the front.

The wounded old man's eyes glazed over and his legs went weak. In no time, he collapsed powerlessly at the feet of the rioters.

More American soldiers rushed forward, only to be knocked down by tranquilizer guns as well.

Old Mi, who was in front of Ouyang, was shot and collapsed to the ground.

Ouyang grabbed him and used him as a shield.

With two sharp cracks, the meat shield was hit by two more tranquilizer darts, and his already weak and powerless body became even more paralyzed.

Ouyang knew that the key to success or failure lay in whether or not he could stop the enemy from continuing to fire.

He suddenly stepped forward and swung the rice in his hand at the nearest thug, A.

Thug A instinctively dodged, and Ouyang rushed up behind Old Mi, delivering a powerful knee strike between Thug A's legs.

Ouyang vaguely felt that his knee seemed to have crushed something.

The thug's eyes rolled back, and his face changed color repeatedly, first turning bloodless white, then quickly turning red, as if blood was about to seep out of the pores on his face!
At this moment, thugs B and C were entangled by Old Mi, while thug D hid behind his companions.

The thug Ding originally wanted to suppress the crowd, but by this point, he realized that the situation was out of control.

He immediately drew his gun, ready to shoot a few Americans first.

Just then, Ou Yang swung the thug's armor and smashed it down hard.

There's no such thing as a new or old method; if it works, it's a good method.

Even the most stupid and foolish thug, Ding, knew what the consequences would be of being hit by a living person, so he immediately dodged.

While dodging, he drew his pistol.

Seeing that a bloody conflict was inevitable, Ou Yang rushed forward like lightning, firmly grabbed the thug Ding's right wrist with his left hand, and threw a powerful uppercut with his right fist, shattering Ding's jawbone with a crack.

The opponent's head tilted back sharply, and Ouyang retaliated with a punch that shattered the opponent's throat.

The thug Ding was immediately suffocated. On the verge of death, he recklessly pulled the trigger, firing several bullets in quick succession.

But Ouyang held his wrist firmly the whole time, and instead of firing a shot into the cabin, he shot through the partition between the cabin and the cockpit, leaving several bloody holes in the pilot's body.

The severely injured pilot lost a lot of blood and quickly went into shock and fell into a coma.

The plane immediately lost control and spun as it plummeted toward the ground.

At that moment, regardless of friend or foe, everyone forgot about hostility and frantically searched for a place to secure themselves. The cabin was filled with terrified screams.

But in such a rush, where could one find a place?

Ouyang completely lost control. He instinctively covered his head and curled up into a ball, rolling around in the spinning cabin like a ball. He didn't know how many people he bumped into or where he hit. He was completely disoriented and had no idea what was happening.

A moment later, with a loud bang, the helicopter crashed heavily to the ground. The out-of-control fuselage tilted sharply to the side, and the spinning rotors swept across the ground, kicking up a cloud of snow and a little bit of frozen soil.

Ou Yang felt his body sink down onto something soft, followed by a series of chaotic sounds.

There were sounds of glass shattering, metal deforming, and mostly screams of agony.

It seemed like a long time had passed when the cold wind blew into the cabin, and Ou Yang's muddled mind finally regained consciousness.

But he felt like he had been taken apart and then put back together; he was in pain all over his body, and there was an old man on top of him.

Fortunately, he only suffered some bumps and bruises and was not injured.

After struggling for a while, he finally managed to push away the old man on top of him and stand up, staggering a few steps and almost falling.

The entire cabin was a mess, littered with broken bones and many dead men, their eyes wide open in disbelief. Ouyang felt a chill run down his spine. Looking back, he realized he had been too impulsive and vowed never to do anything so dangerous again!
He immediately began searching through the crowd and soon found the enemy's corpses; all four thugs were dead.

Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately chose an enemy whose size was similar to his own. He stripped the enemy of his clothes and equipment and put them all on himself.

Not all equipment should be brought. Take what you recognize and discard what you don't, especially electronic products that might be used to track the other party. Throw them away without hesitation.

He soon discovered that the four men were carrying identical rifles, three identical pistols whose models he couldn't identify, and a Glock 19.

There's not much to say, Ouyang chose Glock without hesitation.

Although there is a slight difference between 19 and 18, this difference is negligible.

A few lucky people gradually stood up from the crowd, while some injured elderly Americans kept uttering pitiful pleas: "Help...help..."

Ou Yang pretended not to hear, crawled out of the deformed hatch, and left the cabin.

As he was about to leave, he turned back to the lucky few and said, "Stop daydreaming, hurry up and run for your lives!"

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that the pilot in the cockpit was wearing a flight helmet with U.S. military markings!
Ou Yang was immediately stunned. What was going on?
The cockpit window was shattered. He crawled inside and took a peek. The helmet was very exquisite and looked very advanced.

He couldn't help but wonder if it was obtained from a US military base.
Furthermore, the pilot had a lot of equipment on him, so it didn't look like counterfeit goods.

Ouyang couldn't help but wonder: Could this plane belong to the U.S. military?

Or are the planes and pilots people who switched from the U.S. military?

He immediately reached under the flight seat, found a strap, pulled hard, and pulled out a white backpack.

The bag wasn't big, but it was very heavy.

Ou Yang didn't have time to check what was in the bag; he slung it over his shoulder and turned to leave.

If he wasn't mistaken, this thing should be Old Mi's pilot survival kit, and he could use everything inside... No, there must be a radio locator in the kit!

This thing shouldn't activate automatically, but Ouyang still quickly stopped and opened his backpack to search for it.

The bag contained a lot of things, including food, useful items, and even a disassembled rifle and four magazines of live ammunition.

He didn't have time to sort through these things; he simply put on his gloves, quickly found the communication equipment, and threw it away without hesitation.

After dealing with the potential dangers on his body, Ouyang immediately moved away from the crashed plane as fast as he could, leaving a trail of deep footprints in the snow.

Ou Yang was so anxious he gritted his teeth. Where the hell could they run now? What was the point of abandoning the communication equipment?
Unless you have the skill of lightness, able to jump from one tree to another without your feet touching the ground the entire time!
Yes, Tarzan could do it, but he couldn't.

Surrounded by wilderness with nowhere to hide, he gasped for breath, then suddenly threw down his backpack, scrambled up a tree in a few quick movements, and began to survey the surrounding area from above.
A few hundred meters away is a large river, which is very wide, at least three hundred meters wide. And even in the dead of winter, the river is not frozen, but is covered with misty water!

This unusual phenomenon caught Ouyang's attention. He immediately looked upstream and could vaguely see a towering dam to the west!

Ouyang was both surprised and delighted. Where there was a dam, there was a road, and where there was a road, there was hope of escaping capture!
Just when you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you!
He didn't dare waste any time. Once he identified the direction, he immediately set off. After walking about two kilometers, he found the road. The snow on the road was compacted, so there would be no footprints.

Ouyang scrambled onto the road, hesitated for a moment, and then jogged toward the dam.

About ten minutes later, a helicopter suddenly appeared above the dam. Ou Yang's pupils contracted, and he jumped off the road, landing in a snowdrift by the roadside.

He lay there motionless by the roadside, staring intently at the helicopter.

The plane flew eastward for a while, then suddenly slowed down and began to circle in the air.

Then the helicopter landed, but Ouyang's view was blocked by vegetation and terrain, so he could not see what was happening after landing.

If only we had a drone!

He thought to himself.

Soon after, more helicopters flew over the dam and landed near the crashed plane. Then there was a constant stream of takeoffs and landings. About half an hour later, several gunshots rang out in the distance, and Ouyang's heart sank.

Has the enemy found the escaped Old Mi?

Ouyang himself is barely able to protect himself, how can he possibly care about others?
He remained lying there, trying his best to blend himself into the environment.

The clothes he took from the enemy were warm and breathable, but lying in the snowdrift, the cold seemed to come alive, trying to seep into his body.

Ou Yang gritted his teeth and endured it, trying not to move if he could.

He didn't know if anyone was following the footprints, but he had to be careful.

Fortunately, the clothes were snow camouflage, and even the rifle was white; otherwise, even if I lay still, it might not have provided much camouflage.

Another half hour passed, and the helicopters returned one by one.

One of the planes even flew towards the road and lowered its altitude, apparently in pursuit of the footprints he left behind.

Ouyang's heart skipped a beat, but after flying over the road, the plane clearly lost its target.

It circled once, then flew along the highway again.

Ouyang's heart leaped into his throat. He quietly pulled back the bolt to load a bullet, preparing for a desperate fight.

Snow camouflage can conceal enemies on the ground, but from the air, it provides a clear view of everything!
However, the plane did not fly towards Ouyang, but instead searched in a direction away from the dam, clearly believing that the target would not walk into the trap.

Ouyang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if only he had a white sheet, he could cover himself up and even a helicopter wouldn't be able to spot the deception!
He felt safe for the time being, but he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he waited a while until he heard the helicopter returning before climbing out of the snow pit, continuing forward for a distance, and finding a bridge hole to hide in.

The bridge arch was drafty at both ends, making it an unsuitable place to shelter. He didn't have the extra time and energy to build a snow hut, so he simply gathered some snow blocks and piled them into snow walls at both ends of the arch to block the wind.

A small campfire was lit in the middle of the snow wall, and Ouyang finally regained the long-lost warmth, and finally had time to check what was in his bag.

You won't believe it until you see it! It's incredibly luxurious, with all kinds of food and drinks, and even gold coins, gold rings, and cash!
He only had a small yellow croaker on him, and now his wealth has skyrocketed, making him feel like he's breathing much more heavily.

Even someone as ignorant as Ouyang knew that this was a US military pilot's survival kit, meaning that the crashed plane belonged to the US military.

So, to which group did the thugs who raided White Maple Town belong? Were they also members of the US military?

Ou Yang was certain that the attack on Baifeng Town, which spared no infected people but captured all the immune people, was probably for research purposes, and another 20% was for other experiments related to immunity.

He suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. Why is everyone focusing on the immune people, regardless of whether they are in or out of the epidemic area?
Furthermore, Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei are still in the hands of the enemy.

The other side had so many helicopters, so their power must be considerable, but Ou Yang still clung to a sliver of unrealistic hope that he could rescue Zhu and Jiang from their clutches!
At this moment, Ou Yang had no idea what Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei had gone through.

(End of this chapter)