Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 62 Crossing the Blockade
In the afternoon, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up. White clouds floated in the sky, and a hint of coolness permeated the sultry air.

Ou Yang left the villa and walked towards the meeting point nervously.

The garage door was open, and there was a table inside. A strong man with a stubble on his face was holding a bottle of beer and taking a big sip.

"I was introduced by Charlie, you can call me Yang." Ou Yang went straight to the point.

"Wow, we're old friends." The burly man smiled brightly, but in his heart he was wondering what kind of bastard Charlie was: "I'm Woody, how..." He paused here, shrugged and continued, "How can I help you?"

Ou Yang had already made up his mind, but when the time came, he suddenly hesitated.

He knew nothing about the person in front of him, and he just said he wanted to cross the blockade. Wasn't that too frivolous?

As if he could see Ouyang's concerns, Woody chuckled: "Or rather, where do you want to go?"

Ou Yang's pupils shrank slightly, and he pursed his lips and said, "Chinatown, is there any way?"

Woody sat up straight immediately. "That's quite a distance. We have to pass through at least four blockades. It's no problem on my end, but what about you? Are you ready?"

Hearing this, Ou Yang actually felt a little nervous: "One hundred dollars?"

"What?" Woody thought he had misheard and immediately stopped smiling. "This joke isn't funny at all."

"I'm not kidding." Ou Yang said seriously, "How about two hundred knives? I don't have many knives on me."

"You're kidding me!" Woody said angrily.

"Hey, calm down!" Ou Yang took a step back. "Name your price!"

"Ten thousand dollars, no bargaining!" Woody Lion opened his mouth, the market price was only two thousand dollars.

"No problem." Ou Yang agreed through gritted teeth, "But my rice knives are all in Chinatown."

He has no relatives or friends here, he just went to the grave to burn newspapers to fool the ghosts.

But Chinatown is not far from the consulate. If we can contact the consulate, will ten thousand dollars be a problem?

Besides, the other party is not a good person. He can easily find an opportunity to escape without any psychological burden.

"Is that so?" Woody calmed down instantly under the power of the rice knife. "Pay 50% in advance!"

"Sorry, not that many."

"How many do you have?"

Ou Yang was silent for a moment, feeling that with the ten thousand knives hanging in the balance, the other party shouldn't be blinded by anger. "There are still... over seven hundred knives left."

"What?" Woody doubted his ears again, "Only seven hundred dollars? You know..."

At this point, he suddenly realized that his tone was a bit too high. He paused, lowered his voice and continued: "Do you know how dangerous it is to cross the blockade? This is a life-or-death business. Seven hundred dollars, you really dare to think about it!"

After grumbling for a while, Woody finally calmed down and said, "Do you have anything else? Like gold, jewelry, or other valuables!"

"Just send me to Chinatown, rice and knife won't be a problem!"

"No, no, no, without a rice knife, we can't get through the blockade!"

Ou Yang thought from head to toe, and from toe to head, but he couldn't think of anything on his body that was worth ten thousand dollars.

That's not the case. The heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys, any one of them is worth more than ten thousand dollars, but the problem is that he is reluctant to sell any of them.

The two of them remained in a stalemate. After a moment, Ou Yang sighed helplessly: "Okay, you win."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Wait!" Woody gritted his teeth. "Twenty thousand dollars, pay seven hundred first, and the rest when we get to the destination!"

Ga?
Ou Yang almost sprained his waist because of this sudden turn of events.

Why did you suddenly change your mind?
He bargained without hesitation: "Twelve thousand dollars!" Woody felt more at ease: "Twenty thousand, no bargaining!"

If the Oriental man agreed directly, he would doubt the other party's sincerity.

"No, no, no, it's only twelve thousand dollars. I don't have any more." Ou Yang continued to insist.

Since the other party called me, there must be something to discuss, and I absolutely cannot agree so readily.

As expected, Woody gave in: "Eighteen thousand dollars!"

"twelve thousand!"

"Sixteen thousand!"

"twelve thousand!"

Woody finally believed that there was no more money to be made from this Oriental man, and he sighed pretentiously: "Okay, twelve thousand dollars, you win!"

"No, no, no, it's a win-win, win-win!" Ou Yang emphasized very formally.

"Great, great, win-win!" Woody stretched out his big hand and shook hands with Ou Yang. "But we can't leave yet."

Ou Yang frowned: "When are we leaving?"

"We haven't gathered enough people yet. Let's wait a few days," Woody said. "I'll let you know."

Ou Yang wanted to say that he was in a hurry, but in the end he just nodded and pointed to the villa where he lived: "I'll stay there for the time being!"

"Okay!" Woody raised the bottle. "Want one? Ten-meter knife will do."

Grab money!
Ou Yang complained in his heart: "No, I'll wait for your news."

He took a few steps back and turned to leave.

Woody drank the rest of the wine in one gulp and burped with satisfaction.

For the following time, Ou Yang hid in the villa and observed the meeting point. He found that Woody just sat there drinking. For the whole afternoon, only three or five people showed up, and they were either exchanging food or wine.

Ou Yang was anxious and impatient. When would it take to gather enough people?
However, the opponent's speed was faster than expected. At midnight, Ou Yang was suddenly awakened by a knock on the window. When he got up, he saw that it was Woody, who asked Ou Yang to follow him immediately.

Ou Yang packed up his things as quickly as possible and went downstairs. As soon as they met, Woody made a gesture to keep quiet.

Ou Yang nodded and followed Woody silently. After more than ten minutes, they arrived at an unfamiliar villa.

There were already more than a dozen people gathered in the villa. One of them said a few words to Woody and left.

Woody checked the time and led everyone into the basement. He moved the old cabinet in the corner, revealing a dark hole.

Ou Yang thought to himself that it was indeed authentic!
"Follow me!" Woody entered first, and the others followed in one after another.

Probably because it had just rained, the tunnel was hot and humid, and the ground was extremely muddy. After just a few steps, my shoes were covered in mud, which was so heavy that it drove me crazy.

Moreover, the tunnel is only about one person wide and half a person high. People cannot stand upright inside and can only walk with their bodies bent. In addition, there is no lighting. If you walk a little faster, your head will hit the buttocks of the person in front, or your buttocks will be hit by the person behind.

It was fine at the beginning, but within a few minutes, Ou Yang was so tired that his waist and legs ached, his breathing was as heavy as a leaky bellows, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping down.

He had the illusion that he was going to suffocate in the next second.

The situation of others was not much better. In order to get through the blockade, everyone chose to endure.

It was not until he crawled out of the tunnel that Ou Yang felt alive again, breathing deeply like a drowning man.

Looking at the time, it was only about ten minutes in total, but it felt like half a lifetime.

(End of this chapter)