Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 86 Let’s settle the reward first

After making his choice, Ou Yang felt relaxed and closed his eyes to enjoy a moment of tranquility.

But Sanova slapped his thigh and stood up: "Let's go."

Ou Yang was stunned: "Where are you going?"

"Let's go out!" Sanova started to walk away, and Ou Yang followed reluctantly with a helpless look on his face.

He originally thought that he was just a temporary non-staff member and it would take at least three to five days before it was his turn to go on a mission, but Sanova obviously didn't think so.

Who are they treating like beasts of burden?

After a while, an armored vehicle drove out of the shelter, followed by a van.

After driving along the street for more than 20 minutes, the two cars arrived at a military camp converted from a warehouse, where many vehicles were waiting in line.

Ou Yang was a little confused. It was okay that there were a lot of cars and people, but this place exuded order from the inside out.

Ever since the US military closed the city, Brown Bear City has been rushing towards hell on earth. But in the most core and chaotic central area, there is actually a place that can still maintain good order. It is simply a miracle!
Just then, a truck drove out of the military camp, and an armored vehicle immediately joined it and drove away together.

Ou Yang couldn't help but ask, "What is this place?"

"Didn't you see the US military's supply distribution point?" Sanova said.

Ou Yang really wants to ask how you can tell what I see?

"The US military controls all the large warehouses in the city, and all the shelters receive supplies from here," said Sanova. "There are so many people there, we have to make a trip every other day."

Ou Yang began to understand. The US military controlled the warehouse, the Guard controlled the shelter, but what about the police? What did the police control?
The armored vehicle drove to the side of the road and stopped in the shadow of a building. The truck was not so lucky and had to line up at the end of the queue. What followed was a long wait.

It was August, the hottest time of the year. The scorching sun was high in the sky, and the asphalt on the road had melted.

Ou Yang can get out of the car to get some fresh air, but others have to wear masks when getting out of the car and can only stay in the car with the air conditioner on.

Sanova calculated the time and knew they still had to wait for a long time, so he simply pulled Ouyang out of the car and stuffed a small bag into the latter's hand: "Here, this is for you."

"What is it?" Ou Yang asked instinctively, feeling the weight in his hand. As he said this, he realized that the things in the bag felt very familiar.

"Knife music?"

Sanoir smiled, "Your reward."

When I opened the bag, I saw twelve neatly arranged stacks of Franklins.

Ou Yang's eyes lit up immediately, and he put it on his back with a smile on his face: "Happy cooperation!"

He thought he had to wait for Garrison to come back before he could get his payment, and he was even mentally prepared for the other party to default on his payment.

I didn’t expect that the person is still in the hospital. The promise has been fulfilled. I can’t help but look forward to when the other two conditions can be completed.

Sanova looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't count?"

"No need for that." Ou Yang responded generously, "If you want to renege on the debt, why bother giving it to me?"

Sanova didn't say anything else. Instead, he knocked on the door of a nearby gun shop, pointed at the owner and said to Ouyang, "Derrick, this is the boss here. Just tell him if you need anything."

After the attack, all US military bases strengthened their defenses, and it was rare to see the lively scene of large numbers of Americans gathering together. However, the area near the US military bases is still the most stable area in the city, without a doubt.

Many shops are still operating at the risk of taking business, with the bold ones opening their doors directly to welcome customers, while the timid ones only receive regular customers.

Derek greeted them warmly, let them into the store, and immediately closed the door like a thief.

Then, his eyes fell on Ou Yang's P90, and he curled his lips very secretly: "What do you need, young man?"

He obviously misunderstood Yang's meaning.

The store was huge, filled with guns from inside to outside. Ou Yang was dazzled by the sight. "I need a few P90 magazines!"

Derek smiled and said: "I don't have the P90 magazine, but I have a P50 pistol." Ou Yang was a little confused. What is a P50?
Sanova reluctantly reminded: "Old man, we are not here to joke!"

"Okay, okay!" Derek raised his hands in surrender. "You really have no sense of humor."

After saying this, he walked away, took out a brand new gun box from the cabinet, opened the lock, and a pistol that was completely beyond Ou Yang's cognition appeared in front of him.

This thing is so big that it can't even be called a pistol. It is twice as long as an ordinary pistol and only slightly shorter than a P90.

A magazine belonging to a P90 was stuck between the upper and lower receivers, making it look like a P90 pistol had gone off the rails, resulting in a hybrid that looked neither like a submachine gun nor a pistol.

"Is this a pistol?" Ou Yang was extremely surprised, and his voice tone suddenly rose two octaves.

"It's a pistol, but that's not the point. The key is that it comes with two P90 magazines!" Derek said, "And this R50 rifle also comes with two magazines!"

Ou Yang looked up and was speechless.

The so-called R50 is based on the P50 with an added buttstock and extended barrel.

Ouyang...

Which company's product is this? Is this the one fooling the devils?
But he didn't worry too much about it, after all, his only purpose of coming here was the magazine.

"I need a tactical vest, eight P90 magazines, five magazine pouches that can hold two magazines, and enough bullets."

Derek was completely stunned. "Eight magazines means four guns. Are you sure you want that many?"

Ou Yang was also stunned: "Are the magazines sold separately?"

"Sorry, this magazine is very special. It comes with the gun. If you buy it separately..." Derek counted the store's original inventory and said, "I can only sell you six. The friendly price is one thousand dollars!"

"How much?" Ou Yang's cheeks twitched. The average price was close to $170 per piece. Was this a robbery?
What is the friendly price and the unfriendly price?

"One thousand dollars," Derek repeated. "These magazines are rare to begin with, and scarcity makes them valuable!"

"What about this P50?"

"Friendly price, $1500!" said Derek.

The price before the epidemic was $995, and now it is sold for $1500, which is indeed a friendly price.

Ou Yang thought to himself, forget about our friendship. Who the hell can stand such a friendship?

"Forget it, give me six magazines, four double-layer ammunition bags and 20 boxes of bullets!"

"No problem!" Derek smiled broadly. "Four thousand dollars!"

He looked at Ouyang, but Ouyang looked at Sanovar, who looked as if it had nothing to do with him.

Derek's smile faded. "Are you guys kidding me?"

Ou Yang thought to himself, "What do you mean?"

"Why are you looking at me?" Sanova said, "You are a non-staff member, you must provide your own weapons and equipment!"

Ou Yang immediately became unhappy: "You mean, I have to pay for it myself?"

"Of course!" Sanova said confidently.

Ou Yang almost vomited blood. What kind of crazy logic is this?

Four thousand dollars is not a lot compared to the $12 I just received, but is it just a matter of money?
Well, it really is about money. Such a small thing is worth 30,000 yuan? Is it a robbery?

Is that how you play?
"Okay, no problem!" Ou Yang retreated to advance, "Pay my salary first!"

(End of this chapter)