Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 93 Uninvited Guest

In the afternoon, a light rain came unexpectedly.

Amid the sound of drizzling rain, No. 92 Sam Avenue welcomed an uninvited guest.

Ou Yang pushed the door open, and the almost broken door hinges groaned under the heavy weight.

After carefully observing and making sure there was no danger, he dragged his heavy suitcase and stepped onto the old wooden stairs. The wooden boards creaked under his feet.

This is a three-story apartment building that is several decades old. Both its design and furnishings are far behind the times. Its only advantage is probably its sturdiness.

After climbing to the third floor in one breath, Ou Yang stopped outside an apartment.

Just a few days ago, he was standing here as well, but at that time he had Team K by his side, but now he was alone.

It was just a blink of an eye, but it made him feel that everything had changed and people had changed.

After sorting out his complicated feelings, Ou Yang picked up the loaded tactical Glock, grasped the door handle and twisted it gently, then suddenly pulled open the half-closed wooden door, but he quickly moved to the wall.

There was no shouting or cursing, only the sound of the wooden door hitting the wall echoing in the empty corridor.

Ou Yang looked around with standard tactical movements, and after confirming that there was no problem inside, he dragged the suitcase into the apartment and turned around to lock the wooden door.

The apartment was not big, with a living room, bedroom, and open kitchen. Not only were the furnishings in the room in a mess, but there were also dried bloodstains on the floor.

Those were the traces left by the people who killed the Blood Alliance.

Both men were shot dead, their heads blown off.

But the most eye-catching thing is the strange-looking iron frame above the sofa.

When I came here before, the two immune people were tied to the shelf, and the unlucky guy who died of hemolytic reaction was lying on the sofa under the shelf.

The ones who kidnapped the immune person were the unlucky guy's parents. They were also infected. They fixed the immune person they had finally caught on a rack, and used a needle and hose they found from somewhere to directly connect the immune person's and the unlucky guy's blood vessels. Blood kept flowing from the immune person's body into the unlucky guy's body.

As a result, this guy was killed.

It is said that the boy is not yet an adult.

The funniest thing is that until they were shot dead by the guards, the kidnapping couple did not realize that their beloved son had already died.

It is simply a human tragedy.

It’s pitiful to see the love of parents in the world, but no one sympathizes with this family of three.

Ou Yang took off his mask and wanted to fall directly on the bed and sleep soundly, but he suppressed the impulse in his heart. He first removed the tactical kit from the Glock, took out the bullets and put them on his waist, then took out the P90 from the suitcase, and finally took out the bullets from the 43 chamber.

When you are awake, you can load the bullet. When you are resting or relatively safe, it is better to remove the bullet.

Just as I was about to put 43 back under my arm, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Ou Yang was shocked and immediately reloaded the bullet he had just ejected.

First it was 43, then 18, and finally P90.

Not only did he load the gun, he also put a silencer on the P90: "Who?"

No one responded, but the knocks on the door came again, sometimes short and sometimes long, with a very rhythmic sound.

Ou Yang's heart moved. This rhythm was exactly the same as the knocking method used to trick the door open a few days ago!

He immediately leaned over to the peephole and saw a thin, extremely wretched-looking man standing outside. His eye sockets were sunken, and his bulging eyeballs looked as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. His crooked, hooked nose and mouth full of yellow teeth made him look like a rat gone wild.

Behind the thin man, there were two women tied up with ropes.

Perhaps noticing the change in the light in the cat's eyes, the rat demon grinned broadly: "Hey, I was introduced by Old Keller!"

Which bastard is Old Keller?
Ou Yang complained in his heart, and with a sudden thought, he put the mask on his face, unlocked it unexpectedly, and immediately stepped back a few steps, pointing the gun at the rat demon: "Put your hands where I can see!"

"Hey, hey, there's no need for this!" The Rat Demon was very dissatisfied, but he was very cooperative. He dragged the two women into the house and showed them off like treasures. "Look, I brought you two good things... Why are you alone? Where are Green and Merry?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Ou Yang pushed back firmly, "Are these two immune?"

There were two women, one of whom was an Oriental woman in her early twenties. Her dusty face was covered with tear marks, like a tabby cat; her messy hair was so dirty that it stuck together and formed clumps.

The other one was a Westerner in his forties, with a numb and dull look on his face, as if he had lost his soul.

"Of course! I finally caught two and brought them to you right away!" The rat demon made a gesture of invitation. "Don't waste time. Check the goods quickly!"

Ou Yang suddenly looked out the door: "Are you alone?"

"Of course...what do you mean?" The rat demon suddenly felt something was wrong and reached for his waist.

Ou Yang didn't give him any chance at all. With a bang, he shot the rat demon in the head.

Although a silencer was installed, he did not use subsonic bullets, so the sound was still quite loud, but not as loud as usual, not as deafening to the ears, and could not be heard far away.

The girl was shocked and stared at Ou Yang blankly, her mind full of thoughts like black robbing black, and being immoral.

The old woman seemed to be awakened by the gunshot and immediately reminded: "There are two more outside the door!"

Just as Ou Yang was about to ask where the person was, he heard a chaotic sound of footsteps on the stairs. He took off his mask, quickly dodged to the door, and lay on his side by the door in a very awkward posture, pointing the gun at the stairs and pulling the trigger.

The bullet pierced the floor, sending wood chips flying and leaving behind an irregular pattern of bullet holes.

If you have to see a human figure before shooting, you are either stupid or foolish!

There were screams of pain and rolling sounds from the stairs. Ou Yang rolled to his feet, rushed out of the door in a stride, and fired another long burst of shots.

The bullets hit two bodies under the ladder!

Ou Yang put down his gun and immediately replaced the magazine.

After destroying the enemy, he did not feel happy at all, but instead felt a toothache.

He had been planning to hide here for a while, but something like this happened right after he arrived at the place. He definitely couldn't stay in this shabby place anymore!

"Let's go." Ou Yang untied the ropes that bound the woman. "Hurry and find a place to hide. Don't let the Blood Alliance catch you again..."

His movements suddenly stopped and he looked at the old woman in surprise.

Ou Yang didn't smell anything unusual on the girl, but the old woman had a faint, fresh scent.

It would have been fine if it was just the smell, but the problem was that after taking a whiff, his mind immediately became much clearer.

Ou Yang glanced at the rat demon at his feet and thought that this guy's death was too unfair. He was immune, but what the hell was he immune to?
"We have nowhere to go. Can you take us in?" The girl rubbed her wrist and pleaded with a sad face.

This passage is not in English, but pure Mandarin.

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