Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 85 It's Not About Color
Although it is not a good thing, when it comes to swearing, Chinese people consider themselves second to none and no one dares to claim to be first. With Huangmao's level, it's just a small scene!

"FK!" The yellow-haired man's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his outer ring and slapped Ou Yang in the face.

Ou Yang was well prepared. He dodged the attack by leaning sideways, broke the defense with a left hook, hit hard with a right straight punch, and finally a side kick. This combination of punches knocked the yellow-haired man down on the spot.

Ou Yang didn't expect that it would be so easy to deal with Huangmao.

He always thought that military boxing was just like that, but he knocked his opponent down as soon as he started fighting. Isn't this too unexpected?
The cafeteria suddenly fell silent. No one had expected that this Oriental man, who seemed to have no sense of oppression at all, could knock Anthony down in just a few moves.

Many people didn't even see Ouyang's movements before Anthony fell to the ground.

The person sitting next to Huangmao was an old black man. He looked at Huangmao who was holding his stomach and unable to get up, then looked at Ouyang who looked calm and composed, and suddenly put his hand into his arms.

Ou Yang's face changed, and he quickly pulled out the 43 from his armpit and thrust it against Lao Hei's forehead: "Don't move!"

The atmosphere, which was relaxed just now, suddenly became tense.

To Lao Mi, fighting was nothing, but using a gun was a completely different and serious matter, so everyone looked at Ou Yang with a somewhat unkind look.

"I don't want to cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of it either!" Ou Yang glared back without giving in. He reached into Old Black's ring and pulled out a pistol. He put the 43 in his arms first, then half-knelt in front of the yellow-haired man and said, "It's already this time, and you still want to classify people. Are you a pig? A pig would be ashamed to death, you know?"

He smelled a very strong smell of alcohol on the yellow-haired man, and it was obvious that he had drunk a lot.

How could we still get alcohol at a time like this? Was it because supplies were plentiful, or was there some other reason?
Huangmao was both ashamed and angry, but he couldn't win by scolding or fighting. He could do nothing but imagine all kinds of things in his mind.

The food didn't taste very good to begin with, and after being messed up by the yellow-haired man, Ou Yang completely lost his appetite. He stepped back with his arms shaking, dismantled the confiscated pistol into pieces and threw them on the ground, then turned and left the cafeteria.

He didn't go too far away, but found a bench under the shade of a tree nearby and sat down. He looked up at the clouds slowly drifting across the sky and sighed tiredly.

What's all this?
Ou Yang knew that this was the truest side of this country. The whites were divided against the blacks, and the blacks were divided against the yellows. They always said one thing and did another behind the scenes.

This was never paradise.

A beacon of civilization?

What a joke!

Well, to be honest, the Lao Mi he has met so far is still much kinder.

Some of the people Old Mi gave him selfless help, such as Andy; some traded fairly and exchanged with him, such as the gun store owner; and some took advantage of him, such as Garrison.

But no matter what their purpose is, at least they maintain basic courtesy on the surface.

This is the first time I have encountered such blatant discrimination as Huangmao's.

Ou Yang asked himself, is he discriminating against anyone?
The answer is yes, but it is definitely not because of skin color. He will only discriminate against someone because of fraud or other similar reasons.

If someone is hardworking, polite, and sincere, does it matter what color their skin is? So what if they have rainbow skin? Why would anyone discriminate? How could they discriminate?
If you are greedy, lazy, and tell lies all the time, won't you be disliked everywhere?

Some people always think they are superior to others, but they don’t know that they are the bugs that everyone wants to beat!
The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Ou Yang suddenly missed home.

A figure was sitting at the other end of the bench. Ouyang turned his head and saw the familiar face of Sanova.

Sanova smiled and waved his hand, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Don't take it to heart. Anthony is also a poor man." "Who?" Ou Yang asked.

"Anthony, the one who was beaten just now." Sanova said.

"You mean that yellow-haired guy?" Ou Yang finally realized who he was. "Whether he's pitiful or not is none of my business. As the saying goes, there's always something hateful about a pitiful person. He shouldn't transfer his pain to an innocent person like me!"

"He witnessed the tragic death of his wife and children, the murderer being an Annamitian. From that time on, he became very unfriendly towards all Orientals."

"I have great sympathy for his plight," Ou Yang said, "but I really can't sympathize with him personally."

"It's okay. I think he's learned his lesson," Sanova said. "I just hope you can exercise some restraint and not use your gun in public."

"No problem, unless someone else fires first." Ou Yang spread his hands from the back of the chair. "I originally wanted to stay here and rest for a while, but now I've changed my mind. Are you welcome to join you?"

"You're most welcome!" Sanova smiled sincerely. "However, due to your special status, you can't enter the military zone. You'll have to stay here."

"No problem, it's the same everywhere," Ou Yang said. "By the way, where can I find 5.7mm bullets? I only have enough bullets left in my P90 to fill half a magazine."

"That's easy," Sanova said. "The original 5.7 is hard to find, but there are a lot of universal 5.7s... By the way, haven't you considered getting a different gun? The P90 is shoulder-fired, which is too restrictive, and you only have two magazines."

5.7 was originally a niche caliber, but it became the standard caliber of a certain contract in recent years, and now there is no shortage of bullets of this caliber on the market.

"What to change? A rifle?" Ou Yang wasn't interested at all. "Forget it. A submachine gun is good enough. It has a fast firing rate, low recoil, and a large magazine capacity. It's perfect for a novice like me."

"Oh, then have you considered changing your pistol?" Sanova asked again, "The Glock is good, but the 9mm bullet is twice as heavy as the 5.7mm. Considering the ammunition versatility, you can change to a 5.7mm pistol. The Ruger-5.7, Five-sevenN, or M&P 5.7 are all good choices."

Ou Yang glanced at the other party and asked: "What is the magazine capacity of these guns? Can they be carried in C1?"

"They both have 20-round magazines, and the safety...it's definitely not as good as a Glock."

"Forget it, I'll just continue using Glock." Ou Yang declined.

Sanova still refused to give up: "Have you considered changing to a 9mm submachine gun? MP9, ACP9 or 635 are all good choices."

Ou Yang couldn't hold it in any longer. "No, why are you so concerned about what kind of gun I use? Does your family own a gun shop?"

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong, I'm just making a suggestion," Sanova denied repeatedly, but after thinking for a moment, he added, "When fighting alone, it doesn't matter what you use. But when joining a new team, you have to consider the compatibility of ammunition. It would be great if all magazines were universal."

He would never admit that it was OCD.

"Is that so?" Ou Yang pondered. "Is there a submachine gun with a large capacity?"

"Yes, but those gunfights... you might as well not change them."

"Forget it, I'll just use the P90. Please help me solve the bullet problem. It would be even better if you could find a silencer!" said Ou Yang.

"No problem, I'll cover it!"

(End of this chapter)