Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 48 The True Cruelty

While the thugs were dealing with the attacks of the severely infected people, they were also avoiding Ou Yang's sneak attacks. The fake police who had been suppressed seized the opportunity and quickly launched a counterattack under the leadership of Andy.

The thugs who originally had the upper hand were suddenly caught in a dilemma of being attacked from both sides. What made them even more devastated was that unless they were shot to death, no matter where they were hit, even if their stomachs were ripped open and their intestines were dragging on the ground, the zombies would continue to rush forward as if nothing had happened.

Only Ou Yang knew that severely infected people actually felt pain, but their desire for food suppressed the pain in their bodies, which led to this strange scene.

The thugs were not completely ignorant of zombies and had heard some related rumors, but hearing about it with their ears and witnessing such an explosive scene with their own eyes were two completely different feelings!
These desperate criminals were only brutal to innocent people, but they valued their own lives very much. After a burst of gunfire, all eight zombies were killed, and two of the thugs were seriously injured, and three were slightly injured.

At the same time, four other rioters were killed by bullets flying from nowhere, and five others were injured.

Ou Yang only injured two people, the rest were the result of the fake police.

Lao Mi grew up handling guns and is much more professional than Ou Yang.

The situation was basically reversed. The cowardly thugs had no desire to fight any longer and fled in a hurry, leaving their seriously injured companions behind.

You are out there to enjoy the good life, but what is the point of working so hard all the time?
Ou Yang was about to shoot, but there was no response when he pulled the trigger. Only then did he realize that he had run out of bullets.

He remembered that the AK47 didn't seem to have an empty chamber!

Several thugs were rushing towards this side. Ou Yang immediately pulled out the B12, held the gun with both hands, turned on the safety, and aimed and shot relying entirely on the gun sense he had practiced in the game.

Then it was tragic. A continuous flame suddenly spurted out of the muzzle of the gun. His arm was pulled up uncontrollably by the continuous shooting of the pistol, and the muzzle drew a twisted reverse S in the air. If he hadn't kept his arm straight, he might have shot himself twice.

Despite this, Ou Yang was still knocked off balance by the force and fell backwards with his arms and legs spread out.

Ouyang collapsed to the ground, his life in utter disbelief: Why is it firing continuously? Is this the legendary automatic version of the Glock?
He didn't know that this fall just happened to avoid several bullets coming towards him.

Without time to be afraid of what had happened to him, Ou Yang quickly pulled out the spare magazine and stuffed it into the gun handle. After pushing it twice, he realized that the empty magazine had not been taken out.

I pressed the latch and the empty magazine slid out, but the new magazine couldn't be inserted.

The more anxious he became, the more confused he became. Ou Yang broke out in a cold sweat. When he realized that the feeling was not right, he realized that he had got the direction wrong. He quickly turned the magazine over and finally inserted it all the way in.

Feeling the snap of the magazine catch returning to its original position, he quickly pressed the release lever, and the bullet was loaded into the chamber as the slide returned to its original position.

The thugs were already very close, and Ou Yang had no time to adjust the firing mode, so he just raised his gun and started shooting indiscriminately.

But he was careful and released the gun immediately after pulling the trigger.

A bright flame suddenly spurted out from the muzzle of the gun. A thug was hit by several bullets and fell to the ground with a groan.

Ou Yang rolled over and continued firing, hitting another thug.

The extended magazine gave him extraordinary firepower sustainability. By the time he finished a long magazine, he had already run to the side of the warehouse on the roadside, avoiding the battlefield below.

Just kidding, the fake police are rushing towards this side, and bullets don't have eyes. If you don't dodge quickly, you will be accidentally injured by friendly fire and there will be no place to complain.
There was no suspense at this point, and the battle ended after a few minutes.

It was not until the car lights illuminated the battlefield that Ou Yang shouted "Don't shoot" and came out from hiding.

When they saw him appear behind the mob, they understood everything.

Andy patted Ouyang's shoulder hard: "Good boy, good boy!"

"awesome!"

"Well done!"

Everyone praised him so much that Ou Yang felt embarrassed.

At this moment, he is everyone's hero.

A gunshot rang out, startling everyone. They all pulled out their guns and pointed them, only to see Mohegan, who looked innocent. "There's a thug who's not dead yet. I'm sending him to see God," he said.

Not only Mohican, but others did the same.

In the end, the fake police killed a total of fourteen thugs and no one was injured.

They killed one thousand enemies but lost eight hundred of their own men. In addition, the fake police fell into a trap and were suppressed by the mob for a time. More than half of the people were killed or wounded, and even Andy was bitten by a bullet.

The entire police force was seriously injured.

The only ones who weren't hurt at all were Ouyang, Lisa, and Mohigan.

Ou Yang kept staring at Mohigan: Is this guy so lucky?

Everyone quickly cleaned up the battlefield, taking away guns, bullets, food, vehicles, and even the gasoline from the damaged cars.

Ou Yang saw Lisa in the crowd and quickly chased after her: "Is Andre okay?"

"I won't die for now," Lisa said.

Ou Yang wanted to offer some words of comfort, but Lisa's tone was not only stern, but her expression was also aloof. Ou Yang could only bite the bullet and chat awkwardly: "If there's anything I can do, just tell me."

"No need." Lisa turned and walked away, but stopped after a few steps. "Grandpa didn't save you for this."

Ou Yang was silent, his eyes complicated.

"Have you hit a snag?" Mohigan nudged him with his shoulder, laughing and saying sarcastically, "She's not someone you can mess with!"

"Which eye of yours saw me provoking her? Andre saved my life!" Ouyang looked at Moxigan as if he were an idiot. "Don't talk nonsense. Have you found Xiao Moli?"

Mohican scratched his head irritably: "Not yet."

Ou Yang didn't know what to say: "What did Andy say? Are you still going to the bar?"

"Maybe... go?" Mohigan answered uncertainly.

"Found it!" A cheer came from a distance, and Aunt Thomson took out a little girl who was no more than seven or eight years old from the trunk of a car.

Little Jasmine hugged her aunt's neck tightly, and her little body kept shaking.

Everyone cheered enthusiastically, and even Lisa, who had always been cold, smiled a little.

Ou Yang let out a long breath, and an indescribable sense of accomplishment suddenly surged in his heart.

Someone once raised this question: If there is no salary and no fees, what is the purpose of BSR?
Some people say it is to do good deeds and accumulate virtue; some people say that saving people is addictive; some people say that if you fight with the King of Hell for half your life, even after you die, the King of Hell will look at you with respect.

However, at this moment, Ou Yang suddenly understood BSR, and finally began to understand Andy and other Lao Mi who thought they were police officers.

Even though they are all infected with fungi, even though they are immersed in hallucinations and cannot extricate themselves, even though their behavior looks very funny.

But they are willing to fight under the hail of bullets and against vicious thugs for the unreal fantasy in their hearts and for an innocent little girl.

Is it funny?
Not at all.

They just don't have the identity of MI police, not that they don't have police responsibilities. Moreover, they do a better job than MI police who don't protect ordinary people, and are more like guardians of social order!
A group of patients who are nothing but patients, a group of people without a future, but they are still trying their best to radiate the warm light of humanity within their capabilities.

Very real and cruel.

　Please read it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)