Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 60 Where is No. 13
After completing the last shot, Ou Yang rubbed his sore arms, slumped down on the sofa and let out a sigh.

It's finally over.

If he hadn't been under pressure to survive, he would never have exploited his potential in this way.

Ou Yang's original idea was to have a weapon for self-defense. If the epidemic ended in the near future, he would definitely return home as quickly as possible, and from then on, he would never have the chance to touch a gun again.

But in just a few hours, he encountered corrupt police and terrorist attacks. If he hadn't had a big pineapple, he might have lost his life.

The cruel reality made Ou Yang completely sober.

At first glance, the situation is indeed much calmer than before. However, beneath the calm surface, there are still undercurrents. There are crises everywhere and traps at every step. One wrong step will lead to an abyss!
Therefore, he must prepare a few more life-saving cards for himself.

His hungry stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound. Ou Yang tore open a bag of individual soldier rations. Packages of various sizes covered half of the table. Both in terms of packaging and variety, they were much better than emergency food.

The taste is also okay.

Being able to get a review of "OK" from a senior foodie from the Foodie Empire is already a high compliment.

Just after taking two bites, there was a knock on the door. Ou Yang's face changed and he quickly hid by the door, trying to analyze the current situation.

If the homeowner locked the door when leaving, he should use the key to open the door when returning instead of knocking; if for some reason he did not lock the door when leaving and found that the door was closed, he should not knock on the door rashly.

Try knocking on the door to see if there is anyone there?

There is a possibility, but it is not high.

So the head of household is excluded.

Neighbor or friend?
Why are you running around everywhere instead of just staying at home at a time like this?
The possibility is not high either.

A thief who takes advantage of the situation?
After the outbreak of the epidemic, many people were unable to return home. Many thieves deliberately knocked on the door to test the waters. If there was a response, they would leave. If there was no response, they would blatantly break into the house and rob.

The possibility is not small!
It is also possible that the homeowner's enemy took advantage of the chaos to seek revenge!

The possibility is also not high.

There was another knock on the door. Ou Yang immediately drew his gun and made the best choice for himself: "Who!"

The knocking stopped abruptly, and there was no movement outside. Ou Yang continued to hide by the door.

Bullets don't turn, so even if someone outside suddenly fires a shot, they can't hit him.

After a while, Ou Yang put away his gun and stepped back. He looked at the sofa facing the door, carefully changed rooms, and continued to enjoy his lunch.

No matter who knocked on the door, he had no interest in pursuing it.

Just as he had filled his stomach, he suddenly heard the roar of an engine in the distance. Ou Yang leaned over to the window and saw a team of armored vehicles rumbling over. Not only did they block the nearby streets, but even the food distribution points were closed by the US military.

It can be seen that the military is very angry.

A moment later, a group of American soldiers crossed the blockade and checked all nearby vehicles. Ou Yang saw with his own eyes that they found several rifles, shotguns, and even a few grenades in the trunk of the black police's SUV.

Oh my god, why didn’t I notice it before?
Ou Yang felt terrible and felt like he had missed out on a million dollars.

After confirming that there were no problems with nearby vehicles, the US military re-set up roadblocks and expanded the blockade area. The outermost blockade happened to be near the apartment.

Ou Yang was both surprised and delighted, and decided to stay here today.

With American soldiers standing guard for him, he can sleep well tonight!

At the same time, a team of American soldiers armed with live ammunition blocked the gun store. The owner immediately smiled reservedly and said, "How can I help you?"

This must be the military’s official thank you!
he thinks.

A sturdy captain walked into the store, huddled together with the sergeant in charge, and whispered a few words. He took out a photo and handed it to the store owner: "Have you seen this person?"

The shop owner's smile froze. If they weren't investigating the terrorist attack, why were they investigating that young man?
Noticing the shop owner's expression was off, the captain immediately asked, "Do you know him?"

The shopkeeper came back to his senses: "Of course I know him. He was here not long ago." The captain perked up: "When did he come?"

“Before the terrorist attack.”

"When did you leave?"

“After the terrorist attack.

"Where have you gone?"

"I don't know!" the shop owner told the truth.

The captain put the photo away in disappointment. "This person is a very dangerous infected person. If you find him, please contact the nearby military personnel immediately!"

"No problem." The owner agreed, but that was just an agreement.

In his mind, the image of the American army was only slightly better than that of the American police. The owner did not believe that Ou Yang was a dangerous infected person at all.

Besides, the streets are full of infected people wandering around, which one of them is not dangerous?

The captain didn't leave, but walked around the still messy store twice: "What did he buy from you?"

The shop owner looked sad and angry: "I bought a few boxes of ammunition, but before I left, the terrorist attack happened. After everything was over, I found that some guns and bullets were missing from the store. They might have been stolen by this person!"

"Oh?" The captain's eyes suddenly changed. "What are they?"

"A P90, a Glock..." the shopkeeper counted on his fingers, naming several guns, some true and some false. "And hundreds of rounds of ammunition, both 5.7mm and 9mm."

The captain immediately shouted on the radio: "Attention all units, the target has offensive weapons. Repeat, the target has offensive weapons!"

The shop owner was stunned: "Aren't you... here to investigate a terrorist attack?"

The captain remained calm: "We suspect he is related to the terrorists who attacked us!"

The shop owner couldn't believe this was true. Isn't this a distortion of the truth?

"Captain, I think you misunderstood. He once fought alongside me against terrorists. He couldn't possibly be connected to the terrorists!"

"Like I said, we only have suspicions," the captain said. "We'll find out once we find him."

The shop owner felt his intelligence was insulted.

"Is there anything else we don't know?" the captain asked again.

The shop owner thought for a moment and said, "The person you are talking about..."

"Number 13, you can call him Number 13."

"Well, this No. 13 was chased here by a group of people claiming to be police. Maybe they know something."

"Police?" The captain's eyes fixed. "Where are they?"

"They're all dead," the shopkeeper shrugged, then added, "killed by terrorists."

"Okay, we will contact the police." The captain couldn't get any useful information, so he turned and walked out of the gun store and started asking passers-by.

Most people don’t know him, and only a few remember Ou Yang.

Through continuous questioning, the captain finally put together all the puzzle pieces. He asked clearly where Ou Yang came from, when he arrived, and when he left. Even the story of Ou Yang sweeping away the black-robed men with a big pineapple was told by Lao Mi who witnessed it with his own eyes. He praised Ou Yang highly in front of the captain, and accused the store owner of usurping other people's achievements with great disdain, and repeatedly asked the captain to set things right.

The captain didn't care what these Americans thought, he just wanted to know where No. 13 was!

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