Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 25 Armed Ambush
Outside the prison van, the sound of explosions continued. With every explosion, the van would shake violently, and Ou Yang's heart would shake with it.

There was another fierce burst of gunfire, followed by a few light "pa pa pa" sounds, and a series of transparent holes were made on the compartment board by the bullets.

The men in protective suits sitting opposite Ou Yang wanted to fight back, but their movements were too clumsy. Before they could even raise their guns, more than a dozen bloody holes exploded on their bodies. The splattered flesh and blood covered half of the carriage. The strong smell of blood filled Ou Yang's nostrils, almost choking him to death.

Seeing two young lives die right in front of him, Ou Yang felt that he should be scared, mentally broken, at a loss, and holding his head and screaming like a woman.

Strangely, he didn't feel much fear. Looking at the slowly falling corpse, he suddenly felt an extremely unreal feeling, and wondered whether everything in front of him was a dream or reality.

Something seems to be wrong, but I can't figure out what it is.

In the end, he could only attribute it all to the fact that he was a fan of mild horror movies, and that the various shots in the movie raised his threshold for tolerance of brutality and bloodiness.

That's right, that's it!
At the same time, Brown Bear City Airport.

The drones hovering in the air captured images of the convoy and fed every detail back to the screen in the command center.

The technical sergeant immediately reported: "General, convoy No. 13 has been attacked by unknown armed forces!"

"What's the situation?" asked Brigadier General Mondo.

The military is well-equipped, and looking across the entire Brown Bear City, there is no force that can compete with the military, so he is not worried at all.

The sergeant said hurriedly: "The enemy has heavy weapons, and the convoy has suffered heavy casualties. We need immediate support!"

General Mondo's face suddenly changed: "Support immediately, right now!" His face was gloomy and uncertain, and he kept thinking about the identity of the attacker in his mind, but he couldn't find any clues.

The order was given, and a team of armored vehicles set off immediately, and two drones parked on the runway took off quickly.

In the prison van, Ou Yang's heart was pounding, but he didn't feel much nervous.

The body is the body, the mind is the mind. They are clearly in the same body, but they have nothing to do with each other.

The gunshots outside the car suddenly disappeared, and he seemed to hear footsteps approaching. He thought it was an illusion, but then he heard a terrified plea from the driver's seat: "Don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

boom--

The world is purified.

At this moment, that strange state of separation receded like a tide, and Ou Yang's heart contracted violently, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

The smell of blood irritated his nostrils, and when his eyes fell on the blood-soaked protective suit again, his heart began to beat wildly.

Ou Yang's mind raced, but he couldn't think of a way to escape. He could only endure the physical and psychological discomfort and search up and down his protective suit for the key to the handcuffs.

After just two touches, there was another bang, and bullet holes appeared on the car door and the roof.

Ou Yang retracted his neck and almost sprained his cervical vertebrae because he used too much force.

Judging from the angle, if he had been a little lower, the bullet would have hit him.

The next second, the car door opened and sunlight shone into the dark compartment, and Ou Yang stopped fumbling for the key.

Outside the door, a burly man wearing dark grey sunglasses said with a serious expression, as if someone owed him eight million. "Number 13, huh?"

His face was covered with stubble, he reeked of gunpowder, and his tactical vest was full of magazines, as if he had just walked down from the battlefield... No, this place was the battlefield!

Ou Yang knew the person he was calling was probably him, but what the hell was number 13? He decided to play dumb, looking at the person blankly, his eyes revealing clear stupidity.

The bearded man had a headache. He took out a piece of paper and read it with his head tilted: "Oh Yang? Is that you? Oriental names are really weird!"

He mumbled and complained.

Ou Yang thought that he was surprised by something he had never seen before, but the other party did not attack him right away, which was a very good sign. At least he did not have to worry about his life for the time being.

"It should be me," he said.

"Come on then!" The bearded man raised his gun. "We have limited time. You'd better hurry, Mr. Oh Yang from the East."

Ou Yang's eyes twitched. If he wasn't being pointed at with a gun, he would have definitely corrected the other person's accent.

He jumped out of the car obediently. There were many militants wearing different clothes nearby, and many protective suits and bodies of militants were lying there. Several injured militants were being carried into the car by their companions, holding their arms.

In addition, there are several disposable individual missiles that can be thrown away after use.

Ou Yang's eyes twitched. Is this really the United States?

With a sudden change of mind, he raised his handcuffed hands with a casual air: "Are you here to save me? Can you open this first?"

He felt that these people had probably mistaken him for someone else, or that from the very beginning, he was deliberately pushed out by the military as bait to attract these people.

His grandmother's sister was cheated!
"Not yet." The bearded man swung his gun. "Get in the car!"

There were many vehicles parked nearby, including sedans and SUVs. Ou Yang followed the bearded man's instructions and got into a black SUV covered in dust.

Several cars drove away first. The bearded man threw bombs under the prison van, then turned around and got in, slamming the door: "Go go go!"

The engine roared and the SUV drove away from the scene at an extremely fast speed.

Not long after they walked, the bearded man took out the remote control and pressed it lightly, and suddenly a roar came from behind.

When Ou Yang turned around, he saw the prison van being blown away by the explosion and turned upside down on a pickup truck with a flat tire on the side of the road. The raging flames quickly engulfed the body of the truck.

His heart skipped a beat again, and he wondered where these militants came from.

These people's style of action is not ordinary violence. They move quickly and accurately, and withdraw immediately after a successful attack. There is no way they can be a mob gathered together at the last minute.

But how could there be such a ferocious armed gang in the United States?
Or has it been just ten days that the scattered militants have evolved to become so ferocious?

What exactly is the reason that prompted these desperate criminals to target the US military?

Moreover, they were able to ambush the US military convoy at the exact time and place, which must mean they have some shady connection with the US military!
I can’t figure it out and it gives me a headache!

However, Ou Yang felt that his life was not in danger, and at most his situation was worrying, so he observed carefully and calmly, trying to find some useful information - in addition to him and the bearded man, there were two militants in the car, one of whom was the driver.

There were no special marks on the three people, and there was nothing special in the car, so no clues related to their identities could be found.

Seems very professional!
There was nothing special about the weapons... Well, his limited knowledge of weapons basically came from various shooting games. He was only familiar with the AK, and he couldn't tell the difference between the M4 and the HK416 at all.

　Sorry it's a bit late, the next chapter is being revised.

　　As usual, please read on!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)