Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 50 Pain and happiness
At midnight, everything was quiet, even the sound of gunfire gradually became sparse.

Ou Yang tossed and turned on his makeshift bed, unable to fall asleep. The scene of shooting at the thugs kept flashing before his eyes.

He was also helpless. He didn't think it was a big deal at the time, and didn't think much about it after he came back. It was not until he lay down to rest that the aftereffects began to set in.

Thinking about it carefully, I am indeed a little scared. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have lost my life on the spot.

As time passed, Ou Yang himself couldn't explain why he rushed forward in such a fit of rage. He silently warned himself that no matter what situation he encountered in the future, he must stay safe, stay safe!

Absolutely don’t waste time!
"Why aren't you sleeping yet? Are you scared?" Noticing Ouyang's restlessness, Andy stood up and sat over. "Don't overthink it. You shot the criminal and protected innocent citizens. You're a good man."

Ou Yang suddenly wanted to laugh. Was he here to persuade him?

He shook his head: "I'm not scared, just a little uncomfortable."

"If you have anything that's bothering you, just say it. There's no need to argue alone." Andy looked at Ou Yang seriously, "No one is born cold-blooded and cruel. Everyone has a first time. I understand.

Ou Yang: Was he serious this first time?
"It's really okay." Ou Yang swatted away a female mosquito that was trying to take advantage of him. "From childhood, we've been taught to be brave and righteous. When we need to take action, we should act. When we encounter crimes, we should stand up bravely instead of hiding quietly."

"Wow, your teacher teaches this in school?" Andy was a little bit unbelievable.

"Incredible, isn't it?" Ou Yang chuckled. "When I was little, I imagined countless times that I was an omnipotent detective, going undercover to wipe out gangs. I imagined myself as a soldier defending a position alone, facing the surging enemy, shouting, "Fire me!" I imagined that when disaster struck, I would single-handedly save other lives. It was all similar things anyway."

Andy smiled understandingly, "Every child has a dream of being a hero. When I was little, I always imagined myself as a Transformer."

Ou Yang couldn't help laughing, thinking to himself that it was a good thing you are not a child anymore, otherwise if you were to stand there deforming all day long, the picture would be too weird!
"Of course, you saved everyone today, you are our hero!"

"Hero? I'm not one." Ou Yang's eyes were vacant, and he recalled many familiar and unfamiliar figures. "Where we are, only those who sacrificed their lives can be called heroes. Those who survived are not considered heroes."

"What's the logic behind this?" Andy was puzzled. "If you're still alive, you can't be a hero?"

"That's not what I mean," Ou Yang explained. "Where we are, the living consider their fallen comrades to be heroes, not themselves... Do you know Company E of the 506th Regiment? And that TV series?"

Andy's eyes lit up: "Of course!"

"Captain Winster said: I'm not a hero, but I've served alongside heroes." Ouyang racked his brains and came up with a reasonably appropriate example. "It's probably the same idea."

"Oh, I think I understand now," Andy said, suddenly realizing. "But I still don't understand why you would teach children to fight against evil forces. Shouldn't you call the police immediately and let them handle it? How can you let children take risks?"

"It's a cultural difference," Ou Yang said. "We've made some changes. In recent years, we've been more inclined to call the police and keep minors away from danger. But in our traditional culture, we must teach children to be brave and upright, and to solve problems on their own when they encounter trouble."

"We're the same, but no matter what, children shouldn't be put in danger." Andy shrugged. "By the way, are you a soldier? Or have you ever been a soldier?"

"No, why do you say that?" Ou Yang asked back.

"Alejandro said it was your first time, but you don't act like a novice."

Ou Yang was a little depressed. "I'm not a soldier, but where we are, freshmen have to undergo military training for a period of time, about a month."

"So short?" Andy didn't believe it at all.

"So I'm still a rookie. If I were a veteran, Andre wouldn't have gotten injured."

"You've done enough."

Ou Yang didn't want to talk about this anymore, so he took the initiative to change the subject: "Can you teach me some fighting skills?"

"Of course no problem!" Andy agreed immediately.

The two chatted for a while until Ouyang yawned deliberately, and Andy ended the topic.

Ou Yang still couldn't sleep. That night, he experienced insomnia for the first time in his life. Due to lack of sleep, he yawned when he woke up the next day.

But when Andy found Ouyang with several guns including his own Winchester, Andre's AK47, Auntie's Thompson, and someone else's 1911 and M1 Garand, he was no longer sleepy.

Everyone was happy to teach Ouyang, and they explained each gun in detail, including its caliber, magazine capacity, precautions when firing, etc. After Ouyang had memorized all the data, they would usually let him fire a few shots to test his hand, but usually no more than three.

There's no way, the bullets weren't blown by the wind.

At first, Ou Yang's performance was not very good. Whether he was shooting with a long gun or a short gun, his shooting posture was very problematic, and he could only hit the target accurately if he aimed carefully.

The hero's halo was shattered, and everyone was surprised. They finally became convinced that Ou Yang was a complete rookie.

"How did you do that?" Mohigan was very puzzled.

"That's where Ouyang relies!" Andy pointed to his head. "Good shooters are made with bullets. Sorry, we don't have that many bullets."

"It's okay, it's already good enough." Ou Yang said.

Without enough bullets, he could only think of other ways, such as hanging bricks, piling up bullet shells, and using everything he could think of.

"Will it be useful if you do this?" Mohigan was very skeptical.

"I don't know if it works." Ou Yang tried his best to maintain his posture. "The soldiers in our area have always used this method."

"Wow!" Mohigan shouted exaggeratedly and ran away.

After a while, he ran back and borrowed a gun from somewhere. He lifted the brick like Ou Yang, but after a short while he couldn't hold on any longer and gave up helplessly.

Hearing that Ou Yang used a mysterious method known only to Orientals to improve accuracy without firing a gun, many people, including Andy, came to visit, but all returned disappointed.

Ou Yang didn't care and kept gritting his teeth to persevere.

Generations of soldiers have come this way, how could it be useless?

At the very least, stable muscle memory can be formed.

Ou Yang's efforts were recognized by everyone, but without bullets, Andy had to settle for the second best and teach Ou Yang the shooting concepts in various situations one by one.

Lying down, squatting, standing, or any other random position.

No matter whether you can fully understand it or not, just swallow it whole first and worry about the digestion problem later.

It seemed that the exercise had taken effect. In the following days, Ou Yang's progress was astonishingly fast and his hit rate rose sharply.

Also, after each shooting session, the gun must be maintained. Even if only one shot is fired, it must be wiped carefully and you must also learn how to disassemble and assemble it.

"The gun must be kept in good condition and carefully maintained every time you shoot!" Andy warned very seriously, "This is a life-saving device, and there must be no mistakes!"

In addition to guns, you also need to be familiar with various bullets.

Pistol ammunition, rifle ammunition, and 12-gauge shotgun shells.

5.56, 7.62, 9 mm.

Pointed bullets, round-point bullets, hollow-point bullets...

Which ones are common, which ones are common, and which ones are strictly prohibited.

Yes, that’s right, it is strictly prohibited to use.

As a qualified... and self-proclaimed qualified sheriff, Andy prepared a complete legal package for Ouyang, telling him very clearly what kind of guns, bullets, and accessories are legal and what kind are strictly prohibited.

You have to learn. District Chief Andy is impartial and just.

Ou Yang, who was in pain and happy, regretted it so much that his intestines turned green: Why was I so desperate that I found a sheriff to teach me about firearms?

(End of this chapter)