Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 32 The army presses the territory
Mohican rushed out of the house and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Assemble!"

The apartment doors on both sides of the corridor opened one after another, and a group of men, women, old and young rushed out in a mess, standing on both sides of the corridor as they went in and out.

The oldest one is at least in his early sixties, and the youngest is still a half-grown child whose hair hasn't even grown out yet.

The difference is that everyone is dressed differently. There are non-mainstream punk strong men with earrings and nose rings; there are also long-legged gaming-style beauties with bare arms and shoulders; and there are also fashionable fifty-year-old aunties who are more fashionable than modern girls.

The common point is that everyone has at least one gun, including shotguns, rifles, pistols, and two half-grown kids each have a .22 rifle with a scope; another common point is that everyone wears a police badge, some are tattooed on their bodies, some are DIY ones made of wood and hung around their waists, and more are painted on the back of their hands or on their clothes.

It's crooked and very abstract.

Despite the complex composition, the expression on every face was extremely serious, and there was absolutely no trace of joking. Whether it was a sixty-year-old man or a teenager, they all accepted their new identity very seriously.

Andy walked into the corridor with a cigar in his mouth. He was carrying a Winchester 1897 on his back, an M1911 on his waist, and two toy grenades the size of eggs in his pockets.

His eyes are as sharp as a knife.

Mohican yelled, "Attention!"

The voice was very loud and clear, but no one paid any attention to him. Even Andy rolled his eyes and said, "Relax, relax a little!"

"Yes sir!" Mohigan raised his head and chest with a look of disdain.

Andy was very sensible and didn't bother to correct him. "Good morning, we just found Torre's location. Yes, it's that factory building up ahead. Now, we have to rush in, kill those bastards, and rescue Torre!"

"Yes!"

"Just do it!"

"Kick their asses!"

The crowd cheered.

Andy smiled a warm, spring-like smile. "Now, follow my instructions... Group A, attack from the front; Group B, support from the flanks; Group C, block from the rear; Group D, maintain perimeter security; and Sniper Team, seize the commanding heights immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" The two children ran out excitedly with the .22 in their arms. When they disappeared, they hurried back. "What is the commanding height?"

Andy rolled his eyes and said, "It's the highest place!"

"Yes sir!" The kid ran out again, looked around, and finally chose the iron tower a few hundred meters away, without caring at all whether the .22 had such a long range.

Andy put a cowboy hat on his head: "Everyone, action!"

"Group A, Group A, follow me--" Mohigan was the first to shout, full of aura.

The sound was still loud, but no one paid any attention to him.

The burly man with a nose ring laughed strangely and suddenly shouted, "Team A, follow me!"

Immediately, more than half of the people were rushing through the corridor, talking and laughing loudly, making it even more chaotic and lively than a vegetable market.

Then someone called out Group B, and the rest of the people left in an instant.

Mohigan's face changed again and again, and his expression was so wonderful.

Andy's expression wasn't much better. He roared angrily, "Where's my Group C? Where's my Group D? Where's Group D?"

Looking around, Mohican was the only one left. Andy grabbed Mohican and said, "You, Team D, guard the perimeter!"

Mohigan almost cried. He positioned himself as an attacker, someone who had to rush to the front. How could he become a peripheral guard?

Andy ignored him and hurried off to catch up with Group A alone.

Mohican's shoulders slumped, and he went off on sentry duty in frustration.

When Andy arrived at the scene, Groups A and B had already made their preparations in a formal manner, with their cameras pointed at the front and rear entrances.

"Are you ready?" Andy asked.

"Okay!" Everyone responded in unison.

Andy took a long drag on his cigar, picked up the Winchester and pulled hard, and with a click, a 12-gauge shotgun shell was loaded: "Attack--"

A group of people rushed in without any tactical coordination at all, which made Andy so angry that he jumped up and down: "Formation, formation, cross-step forward -"

Who would listen to him at this time?
The gaming-style beauty running at the back winked at him and rushed in as well.

Fierce gunshots were heard in the factory. Andy gave up on treatment completely and rushed in dejectedly as the last one.

Then, he saw his companions completely letting themselves go like idiots at a carnival, firing at imaginary enemies, but in reality, they were just randomly shooting at empty places, not caring about where their real targets were. Andy, who was also immersed in hallucinations, became depressed.

From the back door, a little girl from Group B peeked in: "Shouldn't we just rush in?"

The sixty-year-old uncle gently rubbed the little girl's head: "Our mission is to block, not to attack, understand!"

"Oh!" The little girl nodded, not quite understanding.

The intense gunfire alarmed the fortress guards, who almost fainted when they saw the footage through the surveillance camera.

Where did all these bad guys come from?
The guard immediately contacted the bearded man, who replied nonchalantly, "Leave them alone."

As time goes by, the epidemic gradually ferments, and there are more and more inexplicable mental illnesses. If they want to go crazy, let them go crazy!

Finally, someone noticed the tire tracks on the ground. Everyone woke up as if from a dream and finally remembered the purpose of their visit. They immediately rushed towards the corner where the fortress was located, howling.

The unusual behavior immediately alerted the guard, who quickly called his companions, put on a mask, opened the entrance, and unexpectedly fired a volley of gunfire, knocking down the two "police officers"

"Enemy attack——"

"Two o'clock—"

"Medic—"

The police officers dodged one after another, and did not forget to shout to remind their companions. Only the Chaowei aunt knelt on one knee, holding the Thompson and firing fiercely. She used up the magazine in one breath before retreating.

Bullets flew everywhere, and dense gunfire echoed in the factory, forcing both sides to dare not raise their heads.

The guard was about to strike back to show his strength, but Andy pulled out a toy grenade and threw it in: "Bang!"

The guard instinctively dodged, but it didn't explode at all. He cautiously peeked inside and found it was just a toy, and he was immediately furious.

When the armored convoy arrived and heard gunfire, the commander immediately realized something was wrong.

Just as he was about to order the car to speed up, a Mohawk suddenly jumped out from the side of the road and blocked the armored car carelessly: "The Ninth Branch of Binhu District is investigating a case!"

He waved his hand with disdain, signaling the convoy to detour as if chasing away a mosquito.

The commander almost laughed out of anger. "How dare you, with your tiny body, block the road? If you had braked a little slower, you would have been crushed to death, okay?"
The mantis trying to stop a chariot is a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Where did this lunatic come from? Get him out of here!"

Two soldiers immediately jumped off the armored vehicle and dragged Mohegan aside.

The armored vehicle rumbled past, and the Mohegan was still yelling desperately. The two old Americans were really impatient, so they simply stuffed his mouth, tied him up tightly and threw him on the side of the road.

Mohegan still refused to give up and kept digging like a worm, but by the time he reached the road, the armored convoy had already passed.

A drone flew into the factory first. The commander saw the fierce battle between the "police" and the gangsters through the camera and was stunned.

What kind of weird things are these?
Fortunately, he had seen some strange infected people recently, so he didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand forward and said, "Attack!"

In the fierce battle, both sides only heard the roar of engines. Several armored vehicles broke through the wall and rushed into the factory at the same time. The machine guns on the roofs were aimed at the entrance and fired fiercely. The militants suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

A group of American soldiers jumped off the armored vehicle and quickly rushed into the bunker.

Andy and his friends were surprised and delighted, and cheered loudly: "Long live Mi Lijian——"

Deep in the fortress.

The bearded man hurriedly found the doctor and said, "The American army is coming, let's go!" Without waiting for the doctor's response, he pushed the wheelchair and ran away.

The doctor was anxious: "Information, my research information——"

The bearded man was furious, but he could only run back to collect the laptop computer that stored the experimental data and stuffed it awkwardly into the doctor's arms.

The doctor was still not satisfied and held up a glass jar filled with mycelium in his arms: "And number 13, take number 13, you must take number 13!"

"I know, I know—"

　Please read it!

　　It didn’t express the feeling I wanted, it gives me a headache!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)