Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 67 Close combat
Matt winced, yanked the steering wheel, turned the corner and parked.

Ou Yang got out of the car with his backpack and said, "Let's go!" Then he rushed to the side of the road and hid behind an overturned truck.

Matt's eyes were complicated, but without hesitation, he drove away immediately and turned a corner to get out of Ou Yang's sight. Only after the car disappeared did Ou Yang hear a harsh friction sound.

This turn is quite sharp!

Watching the car disappear into the distance, Ou Yang pursed his lips.

He originally hoped that Matt would park the car far away and lure the Blood Alliance members out of the car, but he deliberately just said to leave quickly, leaving the choice in the hands of the other party.

If Matt is unwilling to abandon him, then he can proceed with the blocking attack as planned.

Now that Matt has made his choice, there is no need for him to take the blame for the other party.

So, Ou Yang hid behind the truck with peace of mind, listening to the engine sound approaching.

One, two, three...

No, why did it stop?
And you opened the door and came down?

Ou Yang first heard the sound of brakes, followed by the sound of car doors opening and closing and footsteps.

Wow, the people from the Blood Alliance didn’t chase us anymore?

He immediately realized that the other party must have seen Matt park the car and might even have witnessed him getting out of the car!
Ou Yang didn’t know what to say. What the hell had I done wrong?
With a quick glance, he immediately memorized the locations of all the nearby vehicles and planned an escape route from the truck to the car, then to the station wagon, and finally into the building.

Time waits for no one. Ou Yang suddenly stood up and ran towards the first target, then slid and hid behind the car.

Just as he hid, the two Lao Mis walked around the truck and their eyes fell on the place where he had just hidden.

After a brief pause, Ou Yang lowered his body and set off again on tiptoe.

After taking two steps, I saw Lao Mi with his baseball cap tilted on his head appear on the right out of the corner of my eye, and I immediately thought to myself, "Oh no!"

Baseball Cap also saw Ouyang and shouted excitedly: "Here he is!"

Damn it!

Ou Yang leaped out and threw himself behind another car.

The reason why he didn't shoot immediately was because he didn't know Matt and didn't know whether these people were members of the Blood Alliance.

After all, Matt is a member of society and not a good person. Whatever comes out of his mouth should be discounted by at least 50%.

"Don't hide, come out, little darling!" The voice of the baseball cap was full of teasing, like a weird uncle luring a little girl to see goldfish, "I will treat you well!"

A questioning voice came from nearby: "Good, what did you find?"

"Come here quickly, he's right here with me!" Goode responded.

Ou Yang's eyes twitched, and he suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, "I'm not immune!"

Before he could finish his words, he ran away.

He didn't want the sound to reveal his position and be killed by the enemy's concentrated fire.

"Wow!" Baseball Cap's mental state was clearly abnormal. "Whether I'm immune or not, you don't have the final say!"

Ou Yang immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It was confirmed that it was someone from the Blood Alliance!
He stood up suddenly, not caring whether he had aimed or not, and fired continuously with the P90 at the baseball cap.

Gunshots rang out and the man fell down, but the people nearby were also alarmed by the gunshots and accelerated towards this direction.

Ou Yang hid behind the RV and quietly peeked out, just in time to see two members of the Blood Alliance rushing out. Various movie and TV scenes flashed through his mind, and he suddenly bent down and lay on the ground, using the gap under the car to fire continuously, hitting the calf of an enemy.

The man fell down with a scream, shot by Ou Yang several times in succession. He was instantly silent, with only his limbs twitching from time to time.

"Tom!" A voice screamed in surprise, followed by continuous gunfire. The RV was hit by bullets and one of the tires was punctured and leaked air. The car body suddenly tilted and almost overturned and hit Ou Yang.

Ou Yang broke out in a cold sweat and immediately opened fire on another enemy, first shooting through his knee and then blowing his head off. In this life-or-death situation, he couldn't afford to think twice and just hit where it mattered most.

After a successful attack, Ou Yang immediately moved and never fired continuously from one position.

There were a few gunshots from behind, but they were all way off target and not threatening at all.

Ou Yang found a cover, roughly determined the enemy's position, fired a few shots and then immediately moved away, having fully learned the essence of moving from one location to another after each shot.

But he failed to hit the target until the magazine was empty.

One magazine held fifty rounds, and three enemies were defeated. This result was beyond Ou Yang's expectations. He felt that he was either possessed by a heroic spirit or had awakened his bloodline talent.

The hit rate of real mobile shooting is far lower than imagined!

After replacing the new magazine, Ou Yang moved to another hiding place while looking for the enemy's weakness.

He soon discovered that there were more enemies than he had imagined and they were surrounding him from all directions.

The other side didn't expect Ou Yang to be so troublesome. After losing a few people, they finally learned their lesson. They no longer rushed forward blatantly, but advanced cautiously in turns and covered each other.

The whole line is moving forward smoothly, no one is standing out or lagging behind.

A very classic American military tactic.

Not only that, whenever they found a suspected target, they would fire a few shots without saying a word, maximizing their firepower advantage.

The bag on Ou Yang's back seemed to be hit, but he didn't even have time to take a look.

He had a bit of a toothache. This was the central area, and the people from the Blood Alliance were so arrogant. Was the central area completely out of control?

It would be great if he had a companion at this time. Even if he could only hide aside and fire some blank shots to confuse the enemy, it could help him relieve a lot of pressure.

Isn't it better than fighting alone?
Otherwise, if you have a string of firecrackers, you can just find a bucket to put them in!

Ou Yang had no choice but to run while looking for opportunities to fight back, but he didn't achieve any results until he used up his second magazine.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

I was careless and thought the Blood Alliance was too simple. How could Old Mi, who has been with guns all his life, be so easy to deal with?
You really can't take yourself too seriously. Arrogance is a sin!

He finally understood Matt, and his desire to escape did make some sense.

The tactical Glock's firepower sustainability is not as good as the P90. Ou Yang did not dare to fire at will. He walked around several abandoned vehicles and stared at the building more than ten meters away.

That was his target, a burgundy Miscellaneous building with only five stories high and an appearance like an ancient castle. It looked quite old.

I don’t know what happened here. All the glass on the first floor was shattered, leaving only empty frames. There was a row of roadblocks about seven or eight meters away from the outer wall.

Most of the roadblocks have been overturned, and only a few are still standing.

Ou Yang picked up the gravel at his feet, exhaled lightly, and threw it out suddenly.

He just wanted to make some noise to attract the other party's attention, but he didn't expect that with a loud bang, the gravel hit the windshield of a car, and the car immediately made a sharp explosion.

　Please read it!

　　Just a few words off topic, I wonder what everyone thinks about the feel of the gun.

　　In the 1990s, there was a kind of game machine. It was not an electronic one, but a real one. It had two layers, and ten little figures only half the size of a palm were placed on it. You could shoot with a pistol from about five meters away, and the little figures would fall down.

　　It was my first time playing and I didn’t know how to aim. I just relied on my feeling and fired ten shots in a row, and all ten were knocked down.

　　Later I learned to aim and never hit a grand slam again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)