Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 51 He's running out of time

Early in the morning, the sun had just risen and the air was already a little stuffy.

In the open space outside the factory, a group of bored onlookers gathered together, surrounding a table with one person in the middle.

"Are you ready?" Andy asked.

"Okay!" responded Ou Yang, who was blindfolded.

"Three, two, one, start!" The countdown ended and Andy started counting.

Ou Yang pressed his hands and picked up the gun parts on the table. He inserted the barrel into the slide, locked the recoil spring under the barrel, then clamped the assembled slide on the gun and pulled it back, and finally inserted the magazine.

He tore off the blindfold, pulled the slide and loaded the bullet. Three gunshots were heard, leaving three bullet holes on the target 15 meters away.

Eight, six, five, a total of nineteen rings.

Andy stopped the timer and announced the result loudly: "6.83 seconds!"

Half of the onlookers applauded, while the other half were dejected.

Andy patted Ou Yang's shoulder with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, it's really great, incredible oriental boy!"

"Thank you!" Ou Yang showed a reserved smile, pulled the slide to make sure there were no bullets in the gun, replaced it with a new magazine full of bullets, and put the Glock into the holster at his waist.

It was a gift from Mohican, from some hapless thug.

"It's really no big deal. Practice makes perfect," Ou Yang said. "It's also because the gun has a simple structure."

"No, no, no. To be able to reach this level in just a few days has exceeded everyone's expectations." Andy stretched out his hand with a smile, and those dejected guys obediently put the rice knives into his hands.

Ou Yang couldn't help but be stunned: "You made a bet with them?"

It's not surprising that the lively and energetic Mohawk would do such a thing, but how come you, the sheriff, have also become corrupt?
Andy happily collected the money and generously counted out half of it and handed it to Ou Yang: "This is your share!"

Ou Yang was speechless: "Is this what I meant?"

Andy didn't allow any explanation and stuffed it directly into his pocket: "Here, this is what you deserve. Otherwise, how can I be the banker next time?"

Ou Yang laughed and accepted it happily: "Okay, happy cooperation."

"It's a pleasure working with you!" Andy laughed and put his arm around Ou Yang's shoulders. "I'm planning an induction ceremony. Would you like to come too?"

Ou Yang sighed: "You know, I will be leaving soon."

This was not the first time Andy brought up this matter, but Ouyang still had things to do and really had no intention of staying.

"It's okay, just watching the ceremony," said Andy.

"Okay then." Ou Yang couldn't continue to refuse, "I will be there on time."

Andy smiled even more widely.

He has indeed been in high spirits in recent days.

After dealing with Old Mel's gang, the reputation of the Ninth Branch of Binhu District soared. Many Old Mis came to hear the news, some asked for asylum, and some volunteered to join the team. Now the number of fake police has reached more than 40, and the number of Old Mis who are protected has reached thousands.

Yesterday afternoon, the American troops withdrew, and Andy and his men officially moved into the fort, and for a while they were in great form.

Ou Yang finally returned to the bunker and immediately searched all possible places where the phone might be hidden, but naturally found nothing.

Even though he had known this outcome, he was still deeply disappointed. The induction ceremony was held as scheduled, and more than a dozen new members took the oath to join the police force, determined to protect innocent citizens and resolutely fight against evil forces.

Finally, Andy personally awarded the police badges to the new members.

Although the conditions were limited, Andy had tried his best to make the ceremony simple yet grand.

At this point, the fake police team had grown to more than 60 people and was divided into three teams.

Ou Yang noticed a very strange phenomenon. All infected people who volunteered to join the police force, no matter what identity they had set for themselves before, would identify with their new identity in a very short time.

He was extremely surprised: hallucinations can be transmitted to each other?
Is this self-control or self-hypnosis?
In other words, as long as certain conditions are met, the infected can be guided to actively obtain a new identity, thereby achieving the goal of controlling some of the infected.

At first glance, it doesn't seem like a big deal, but if an ambitious person instigates a group of infected people to form an army, or even a radical organization that will do anything to achieve its goals, what a devastating scene that would be?

Mild infections can be interfered with manually, but what about severe ones?
Before he could come up with a conclusion, Mohigan came running over in a hurry: “Ouyang, Andre’s condition has worsened!”

Ou Yang's face changed and he immediately rushed to the temporary ward set up in the bunker.

Andre, who had lost a lot of weight, was lying on the bed, with a half-smoked cigar that had never been lit placed on the pillow. His eyes were empty and lifeless, and he was muttering softly, repeating the same word over and over again.

"What did he say?" Ou Yang asked.

He had never been exposed to this language and had no impression of it at all.

Lisa had been staying by Andre's side, looking tired and haggard. Upon hearing what was said, she fed him a sip of water, but Andre spit it all out as soon as it entered his mouth, mumbling incessantly.

This time Ou Yang understood something, it seemed to be Russian.

Mohigan explained in a low voice: "Lisa said that Andre wants wine, the best vodka."

Seeing Andre become like this, Ou Yang felt very upset. He pulled the doctor aside and asked, "How long can he hold on?"

The doctor shook his head: "It's hard to say. His time of consciousness is getting shorter and shorter. I don't think he has much time left."

Ou Yang felt even more upset.

He has read a lot of information left by the doctor these days and has a deeper understanding of fungi.

It is known that after inhaling the spores, the germination phase begins in about five days at the shortest, and mild hallucinations begin to appear, but the maximum incubation period has never been known.

The doctor took a different approach and, by studying the growth rate of hyphae in the lungs, calculated that the incubation period could be as long as about half a year!
Due to the limited research subjects, the doctor concluded that the incubation period could be as long as two to three years!
The duration of the germination period varies from person to person, ranging from as short as a week to as long as several months.

To put it bluntly, if you have a good physique and strong immunity, the disease will not develop so quickly; on the contrary, once infected, you will enter the growth stage within half a month and become a living corpse with only instincts left.

The doctor's main research directions are: first, how to control the disease in the incubation period; second, how to prolong the germination period and avoid entering the growth period.

Unfortunately, before the doctor could find a clue, his lair was destroyed by the American army.

If Andre hadn't been injured, given his physical condition, he might have been able to hold on for a few more months.

However, after the injury, his body became weak and his immunity was inevitably affected. The originally suppressed fungi absorbed a large amount of nutrients from the body, accelerating their proliferation, which also made Andre's body weaker and his condition worsened.

Given Andre's current condition, there really isn't much time left.

Ou Yang turned and left the ward without saying a word.

Mohican asked in confusion: "Hey, hey, where are you going? Wait for me--"

(End of this chapter)