Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 74 Ultra-High Concentration
The accident happened so quickly and so suddenly that it almost drove Garrison crazy: "Attention all units, withdraw immediately, withdraw immediately..."

boom--

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden explosion from above, shattering several glass windows on the seventh floor.

Garrison turned and jumped out of the car, looking up at the exploded floor, but only saw a wisp of smoke coming out of the window.

An urgent voice came from the radio: "Group A is evacuating!"

"Group B is evacuating!"

Garrison's heart sank: "Team C, Team C please reply... Team C--" However, no matter how he called, he could not hear the voice of Team C on the radio.

"Boss, Group A requests support from Group C!"

"Team B requests support from Team C!"

"Rejected, everyone evacuate immediately!" Garrison turned around suddenly and slammed his tactical-gloved fist on the armored vehicle with a dull bang.

As the commander, Garrison was unwilling to give up on anyone, but the situation of Group C was unclear, and he could not let the other two groups take the risk to provide support.

Especially for Group B, their masks won’t last long. If they are not careful, everyone will inhale spores before they reach the destination.

A few minutes later, Group A returned safely.

After a while, Group B successfully broke away.

Group C is still silent.

Garrison couldn't sit still any longer, so he picked up his rifle and rushed into the building.

At this moment, two guards rushed out of the building. Neither of them wore masks. One of them was shot in the calf and the other held him on the shoulder. He limped out, and blood was spilled all the way.

Everyone rushed over and hurriedly carried the wounded into the car: "Doctor, doctor, Johnny has been shot!"

The military doctor immediately put a tourniquet on the wounded man: "The tibia is broken, and the blood vessels may be damaged. Surgery must be performed as soon as possible!"

"Boss?" Sanova looked anxious.

Garrison rushed to the car: "Team K calling headquarters, a member was shot in the calf, requesting air support, repeat, requesting air support!"

A muffled voice came over the radio: "Headquarters received!"

Ou Yang's eyes widened. Wasn't there a flying ban?
If it wasn't the wrong timing, he would definitely ask clearly.

Garrison turned around: "The helicopter will be here soon, doctor, take good care of Johnny!"

"Don't worry." The military doctor hung the soft-packaged medicine on the roof of the car to replenish fluids for the unconscious Johnny, praying that he would not suffer from hemorrhagic shock.

Garrison jumped out of the car and pulled the only intact member of Group C to his side: "Max, what happened? What happened to Jack? And James!"

Max looked dejected. He opened the kettle and took a gulp. "Boss, Johnny and I are done. We're done. This damn mission, damn zombies, damn spores... I don't want to die. I don't want to die—"

A big man with an unshaven beard cried and cried as he made accusations.

Garrison wanted to say something to comfort her, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

What should he say?

Until now, there is still no way to treat fungal infections. The only way is to rely on equipment to prevent spores. Unless you are immune, you will be infected once you inhale the spores.

From latent to germination, and then from germination to growth, it becomes a living dead without reason, without good or evil, whose actions are entirely controlled by instinct.

"Calm down, Max, calm down!" Garrison hugged him. Max threw his head into Garrison's arms and burst into tears.

Ou Yang stood aside, silent.

He could understand the feeling of living under the shadow of the epidemic every day and being highly nervous, but he also didn't know how to comfort the other party. Moreover, at this time, as an immune person, it would be better for him to stay away to avoid being angered by the emotional party.

After a moment, Max finally calmed down and wiped the tears from his face: "Sorry, boss, I'm fine."

"I'm the one who should be sorry." Garrison hugged Max's shoulders. "I'm really sorry, but I have to ask, what happened? How are Jack and James?"

"I don't know what happened," Max said. "After we attacked the medical building, we headed towards C13 as planned. Every step was exactly as planned..."

The guard team's way of advancing was not to move forward in a centipede-like manner with everyone pressed closely together, but to keep a safe distance, cover each other and advance alternately, with two people in the front and back guarding the upper and lower directions, and two people in the middle responding.

If anyone is attacked, the others can quickly provide support. If they are unable to provide support, they can also survive by cutting off the tail by distance.

It's cruel, but that's the reality.

When the team arrived at C7, Max was right behind Jack, at the end of the team.

After receiving the signal from above, he turned around and continued to move towards the higher floors. When he passed by Jack, he patted the latter's shoulder and handed the responsibility of the last person to Jack.

Looking back, there was already something wrong with Jack at that time.

As soon as Max arrived at C8, he heard Jack shouting that he couldn't breathe. Before the others returned, Jack had already taken off his mask and breathed heavily like a drowning man who had just been rescued, completely ignoring how many spores he inhaled.

What happened next was that Jack refused to wear the mask, then suddenly shouted "Zombies" and fired at an empty corner.

Johnny tried to stop them, but was shot in the leg by Jack in the chaos.

"And then?" Garrison asked.

"Then Jack hugged James, yelled at him to hurry up, and detonated the grenade." Max lit a cigarette and took a long drag. "I helped Johnny up and walked out. Soon I felt short of breath and had to take off my mask.

His expression was no longer as painful as before, but was replaced by dull and wooden expression.

Garrison took off the mask from Max's waist and unscrewed the filter box. The filter element was covered with thick dust.

Just shake it gently and it will fly away with the wind.

Ou Yang smelled the familiar scent of spores.

He was extremely surprised and could not imagine how many spores had to be gathered together to form such a thick layer!
I can’t even imagine how high the concentration must be to accumulate so many spores in such a short time.

Garrison sighed dejectedly.

Max was dumbfounded.

Garrison held up the filter box and asked, "Didn't the detector go off?"

"The detector is on James. I didn't hear the alarm." Max said, "But it's only been a short time. How could this happen?"

"The detector can only measure ultra-high concentrations. Any higher is still ultra-high." Garrison suddenly looked up at the medical building under the sun. "The spore concentration in here has definitely exceeded the detector's upper limit!"

Max was still puzzled. "No matter how high the concentration is, the worst that can happen is that the infection will be transmitted faster. It's impossible that just two puffs will skip the incubation period and go straight to the germination period, right?"

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