Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 65 Thieves also have their ways
Ou Yang was shocked to find that the enemy car was very close to him. He could even see the faces of the people in the car clearly. Suddenly, he felt a sense of horror that the enemy was about to open fire and hit him.

He no longer had time to reload, so he threw the P90 back, pulled out the Glock and pulled the trigger, emptying the magazine in just a moment.

At this time, the enemy car is located on the right rear side of our team, with half of its front end exceeding the rear end of our team.

The bullet first penetrated the right rear shell of the car from the inside, and then hit the left side of the front of the enemy car. The opponent's driver was shot in the leg and shivered violently from the pain.

Then, as expected, the car lost control and crashed into the roadside, first smashing the rolling door of a shop, then shattering the glass door, and finally the entire car crashed into the shop.

The crisis was over, Ou Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned around, he found that Matt was holding the steering wheel with only one hand, and the other hand was covering the back of his head and rubbing it hard, his expression distorted with pain.

Ou Yang was shocked: "You were shot?"

"Fuck, I was shot."

Ou Yang was stunned: "Is there any difference?"

Matt pointed at the back of his head and said, "You hit me with a gun!"

Only then did Ou Yang realize that the P90 he had just swung had hit the back of Matt's head.

"Sorry, sorry, it was just a minor technical error!" Ou Yang strode back to the passenger seat and replaced the magazine in his Glock before opening his backpack, taking out the bullets, and reloading the empty magazine. "Who are they? Why are they chasing us?"

There was an inexplicable gunfight and he was almost shot several times, but he didn't even know who the other party was. What the hell is going on?
Matt continued driving without slowing down, grinning and responding, "They're from the Blood Alliance!"

"Blood Alliance?" Ou Yang frowned, convinced he had never heard of this organization. "What do they do?"

"It's an extremist organization," Matt said. "They believe the blood of immune individuals can cure the infection. They're dedicated to finding immune individuals and using their blood to give whole-body blood transfusions to their infected relatives and friends."

Ou Yang could hardly close his mouth. What the hell was this? Why did it look so much like the doctor's technique... No, it was absolutely wrong!
"How do you know they are members of the Blood Alliance?" Ou Yang asked with wide eyes.

"Of course it's because I know them!" Matt said, "In our line of work, we have to have sharp eyes.

Ou Yang reluctantly accepted this answer: "You are not immune, are you?"

According to his judgment, this kid is at least in the middle stage of budding.

"Of course not," Matt said.

"Then why are you running?" Ou Yang was a little confused. Could it be that his identity had been leaked? This shouldn't be the case!
Matt pointed toward the back seat. "I'm not, but he is!"

Ouyang was astonished. How could a coward like Hawke be immune? He suddenly felt like the whole group's standards had been lowered. What should he do?
Hmm, it sounds like the immunes are worth a lot of money... but that's still not right!
"How do they know Hawke is immune?"

"Of course they don't know, but those who dare to go out at this time are either completely flat on their backs or have something to rely on. Like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, there's always a chance it will happen."

"So they just shot?"

"The Blood Alliance wants blood. If someone dies, they're dead. Isn't it enough to just draw out the blood?"

Ou Yang stopped talking, and there was a new change in the way he looked at Matt.

This guy actually risked his life for a stranger. He doesn't look like a gangster at all!
As if he had read Ou Yang's mind, Matt said softly, "Even thieves have their own code of conduct. Since we've received the money, we must deliver the person to the destination. This is the most basic integrity."

Ou Yang couldn't help but sigh, okay, you are right!
Matt looked at Ouyang and said, "You'd better hurry up."

"what?"

"There are definitely more than just this group of people around."

Ouyang was anxious when he heard it: "Hawk, Hawke!" He called out several times, and Hawke finally got up: "I'm here!"

Ou Yang directly threw the empty P90 magazine and a box of bullets to him: "Help me reload, quickly!"

"Reload?" Hawke was stunned.

Ou Yang was anxious. He grabbed Hawke by the collar and pulled him in front of him. "Why are you pretending to be confused? Listen, now is the time to fight to the death. You have to do whatever I tell you to do. You don't want to fall into the hands of the Blood Alliance, right?"

This kid is not only a coward, but also a mentally retarded person?
Hawke nodded quickly: "Yes, yes!"

"Hurry up!" Ou Yang let go of Hawk and filled the Glock's magazine as quickly as possible, but did not put the magazine back into the gun. Instead, he took out a long magazine from his bag and installed it on the gun. Then he stuffed the Glock into the slot of the tactical kit and fixed it, and carried it on his back as a spare gun.

Matt was extremely surprised. He had noticed that Ouyang was carrying a gun, but he didn't know it was a fully automatic version of the Glock 18, and it came with so many accessories.

This thing is not sold to the public, and even for a local American organization, it is not easy to get one. He really couldn't figure out where this foreigner got it from.

Hawk's movements were very unskillful. Ou Yang was in no mood to wait for him, so he took it back and installed it himself, while reflecting on his own naiveté.

He had just thought about giving the Glock to Hawk. It would be much better to fight the enemy with two guns together than to fight alone with only one gun.

But seeing Hawke's hopeless situation, Ou Yang had no choice but to give up.

If I really hand the gun to this kid, who knows who he might shoot at in the end. It’s better to keep it with me.

"Here it comes!" Matt said suddenly.

Two cars appeared behind me, but they showed no intention of coming over, so I just stayed behind and followed slowly.

Ou Yang didn't care that the magazine was not full yet, he just put it on his waist, bolted the gun, loaded the bullet, and prepared to shoot.

When I turned around, I saw that the enemy was just following me from a distance, with no sign of getting closer.

He didn't want to waste bullets, so he naturally wouldn't shoot at this time.

"Can you get rid of it?" Ou Yang asked.

Matt's cheek twitched a few times: "Let's try it."

After the chase, he didn't know where he was now. He could only carefully identify the nearby buildings, trying to find some familiar sights.

But this is the central area, the area most severely damaged after the outbreak of the epidemic. There are burned or collapsed buildings everywhere, and the streets on both sides are unrecognizable, with no trace of their original appearance at all.

Unable to find the right direction, Matt simply made up his mind and turned into a random fork in the road, trying to use the complex terrain to shake off the enemy.

The enemy refused to give up and the shadows of their vehicles appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Ou Yang was feeling restless, feeling that the guns he had were not enough: "Matt, where is your gun?" He was going to add another insurance policy since Matt couldn't use it to drive anyway.

"I don't have a gun," Matt said.

"What?" Ou Yang didn't believe it at all. "You are an American and a gangster. How could you not have a gun?"

"Why not?" Matt said confidently, "My faith doesn't allow me to own a gun."

Ou Yang almost spit out blood. What the hell is this? You have a nose piercing, and you're telling me about faith? Do you believe in the Bull Demon King?
He suddenly felt extremely haggard: What sins did I commit in my previous life?
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