Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 69 Golden Signboard
Seeing the convoy approaching, Ou Yang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

The convoy was heading this way, rushing all the way, pushing aside the vehicles that were blocking the road and stopping. Then, dense gunfire rang out, and groups of zombies were knocked down by the rain of bullets.

Judging from the sound, it seems to be a .50 caliber M2 heavy machine gun!
This thing is no joke. If it hits the body, it will leave a hole as big as a basin. One bullet can cut a person in half. Ou Yang hid behind the wall with his head in his hands, not daring to show his head at all. He kept praying in his heart that the outer wall of the building was thick enough and would not be penetrated by the heavy machine gun!
After a while, the world became quiet.

At this time, Ou Yang had only loaded half a magazine, but he would have to rely on this thing to save his life in a while, and he didn't dare to stop even when his thumb cramped.

At this moment, Ou Yang really hoped that the owner had given him that big pineapple instead of P90.

However, the Blood Alliance that had dealt with the zombies did not make a comeback. A loudspeaker rang out from the window: "Everyone, put down your guns and put your hands on your heads!"

Ou Yang was stunned. What kind of turn was this?
He bravely peeked outside and found that the people were wearing uniform clothes, with various electronic devices hanging on their helmets, and the same weapons and tactical vests.

Just by looking at their attire, you can tell that they are regular troops, not a makeshift troupe put together at short notice.

All the members of the Blood Alliance put down their weapons and raised their hands high.

Someone tried to get away with it, shouting, "We are volunteers, here to clean up the zombies!"

Ou Yang felt so upset. What had happened to the volunteers? Why were all the blame placed on them?
He's also cleaning up the zombies. Does that mean he's the zombie himself?
He leaned over to the window and yelled at the top of his lungs, "They are the Blood Alliance, not volunteers!"

However, the distance was too far and the other party seemed not to hear his voice.

Ou Yang became anxious and picked up a chair and tried to smash it against the window, intending to use this method to attract the other party's attention.

But before the chair could be thrown, the electric horn sounded again: "Drop your weapons and put your hands on your head!"

Some of the Blood Alliance members did as they were told, but another part suddenly attacked, and before they could even fire a shot, they were killed by the dense firepower.

No, these guys definitely don't deserve to go to heaven!
The remaining people were terrified and were all controlled by the newcomers.

The loudspeaker called out again: "Who's in there, are you Asian, African, or Southern American?"

What the hell?
A row of question marks popped up in Ou Yang's head. At this time, shouldn't he ask who he is? Why does the other party seem to know something?

He never forgot to reload, and when he had filled one magazine he immediately began loading another.

"Come out, put your hands where I can see..."

boom!
The sound of gunfire interrupted the man's words.

"Xite!" the man cursed, "Don't worry, it's a zombie."

Ou Yang shouted cautiously: "Who are you——"

boom……

The gunfire rang out again, and when the sound died down, the man continued: "We are the National Guard!"

Huh?
Ou Yang blinked, a little surprised.

He had heard from Andy's Lao Mi that the organized armed forces in the city could be roughly divided into four categories.

First, the US military, which is undoubtedly the strongest;
The second is the US police, whose strength is second only to the US military;

Third, there are various armed groups, including hunting organizations and gangs, some of which have good intentions and some have bad intentions.

Finally, there is the National Guard. In terms of strength, the Guard should be above the MI Police, but in reality, it is slightly inferior to the MI Police and far superior to the armed gangs.

It is said that after the outbreak, the governor issued an order to the National Guard in Brown Bear City to help civilians. Some guards overcame various difficulties and gathered together to help those in need as much as possible.

The US military is a foreign armed force whose mission is to blockade cities and ensure the normal operation of infrastructure. On the whole, the US military does not give too much care to local people. Instead, it discriminates against local people because of infection and destruction, and regards ordinary Americans as the source of trouble.

The guard is different. Most of the members are locals with various lives and jobs. Some are even students. They are more humane than the US military.

The head follows the butt. The American military are all outsiders, so naturally they don’t need to worry about so many things.

The guards are all local residents. Their homes, relatives and friends are here, so they are naturally willing to make more efforts to maintain order.

Not only that, after receiving the order, any guard who has reservations or is unwilling to carry out the order for any other reason will ignore the order or even pretend that he has not received the order.

The team members gathered together are all the kind of Lao Mi who are willing to help others.

It is no exaggeration to say that the National Guard is a resounding golden sign in today's Brown Bear City.

Having said that, Ou Yang is not Lao Mi, and he is skeptical about the credibility of the rumors. How could he show up just because the other party said a few words?

If the other party opens fire, he won't even have a chance to regret it.

Ou Yang's first thought was to slip away, but the enemy not only had more people and more power, but also had complete equipment. There were also drones hovering in the air. It was extremely difficult to escape under their noses.

He was suddenly in a dilemma.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Hey, Yang, is that you? It's okay, come out!"

Ou Yang’s eyes suddenly widened: Matt?
When I looked over, I saw that the boy was waving at me!

How did a gangster who sneaked through the blockade get involved with the guards?

Ou Yang had just filled up the second magazine and could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The owner gave me a lot of bullets at the beginning, but now there is less than half a box left, which is only about 30 rounds at most. After they are all used up, I don’t know where to get more.

The guards noticed Ouyang's hesitation. An officer discussed something with Matt, who then came over with his hand raised. "Yang, I'm coming over. Don't shoot!"

Ou Yang rolled his eyes and said, "There's nothing wrong with me. Why would I shoot you?"
A moment later, the two men met, and Matt was followed by a guard who was not carrying a gun but wearing a gas mask.

Matt asked with a grin, "Why, you still don't believe me?"

Ou Yang asked cautiously, "How did you get together with them?"

"It was just a coincidence." Matt shrugged.

He really wanted to leave, but he didn't expect that there was a crater more than two meters deep at the corner ahead. When he saw the crater, it was too late to brake, and he ended up falling into it. It was not until the guards heard the gunshots and rushed over that they rescued him and Hawke.

Only then did Ou Yang realize that the friction sound he had heard before was not from turning, but from braking.

"Come on, it's not easy to meet the guards, they won't make things difficult for you." Matt said.

"We have food and water," the guard said. "You can leave at any time if you don't want to. You can also tell us if you need anything."

(End of this chapter)