Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 130 The dust of the times

Two days later.

Ou Yang leaned over, half sitting and half lying, and swung the small wooden stick in his hand, hitting Zhu Yiming's arm mercilessly: "Hold it straight, hold it straight!"

Zhu Yiming held the 191 rifle horizontally, leaning his upper body back as far as he could, grimacing as he tried to keep the gun level. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes were almost blurry. "No, I can't hold on any longer..."

Ou Yang looked disdainful: "It's only been a little while and you're already complaining about being tired? Look at Jiang Yuwei, do you think you can handle this?"

Zhu Yiming was so angry that his mouth twisted. He simply put down the gun and rubbed his sore arm vigorously: "Mr. Ou, are you breathing with your eyes?"

He was using a 191, a precision model with an extended barrel, and two bricks hanging under the muzzle. How much torque would that have?

Where is Jiang Yuwei?

P90, the barrel is not as long as 191 from beginning to end. The left hand is directly dragged behind the muzzle, and the distance is not even as long as the finger. Does this mean it has more torque?
Bullying, huh?
Ou Yang sat up straight and put on a serious face: "You are a man and she is a woman, how can it be the same?"

Jiang Yuwei was about to speak when Zhu Yiming suddenly said, "Okay, man, you have guts. I'm just a woman, okay?"

"Oh my god!" Ou Yang was shocked by this. "No, Zhu Yiming, can you be more promising?"

Wow, they actually just gave up?
"You're such a loser!" Zhu Yiming retorted angrily, "Don't bother talking nonsense to me. You're carrying a submachine gun yourself, yet you insist on making me carry a 191. Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Hey, that's your fault. Reasonable demands are called training, unreasonable demands are called tempering. Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best. If you don't practice, how can you have the ability to protect yourself?"

"That's not how you train. Is that called training? That's called torture!" Zhu Yiming argued confidently, "Only scientific training methods can be called training!"

Ou Yang spread his hands and said, "Then tell me, how do you practice science? I'm telling you, this is how the national shooting team practices!"

Zhu Yiming wanted to refute, but Jiang Yuwei, who had been silent, silently put down the P90 and picked up the 191 with difficulty.

Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming were both stunned.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" Ou Yang quickly stopped him.

"I want to try." Jiang Yuwei insisted, gritting her teeth. "It's true that I'm a woman, but I'm not a burden."

Zhu Yiming raised his eyebrows at Ou Yang, meaning, "Look at yourself, have you offended someone?"
Ou Yang didn't expect Jiang Yuwei to suddenly jump out, and for a moment he didn't know how to persuade her.

But this thing is really not something that humans can hold. I couldn't hold it for just over ten seconds. My arms were sore and swollen, and the muzzle was shaking. I couldn't keep it steady at all.

I only lasted for about thirty seconds before I had to give up.

Zhu Yiming was so embarrassed that he grabbed his rifle without saying a word and ran to a corner to practice by himself.

He had not recovered in the first place, and gave up again after just a short while, feeling extremely regretful.

What are you trying to show off? Now you are suffering for trying to save face!
Seeing his expression that looked like he had eaten shit, Ou Yang couldn't help but chuckle: "Alright, alright, bring it here!"

He handed over the 171: "Don't be so bitter and resentful, use this!"

After saying that, he picked up 191.

The brick hanging under the gun swayed left and right like a pendulum, but Ou Yang's arm held it firmly like a rock, and the muzzle of the gun swayed slightly with an extremely small amplitude to offset the impact of the swaying.

Zhu Yiming finally reacted: "Mr. Ou, you tricked me——"

Jiang Yuwei blinked and understood.

So this 191 is for Ouyang's training!
"Stop messing around, we're training!" said Ou Yang.

Zhu Yiming was extremely sad and angry: "You die here——"

As he said this, he was about to strangle Ou Yang's neck, but Ou Yang dodged with a big laugh.

Jiang Yuwei looked at the two people playing and fighting, and couldn't help but smile.

The girl was probably traumatized. Apart from the one time when she showed her true feelings on the day they first met, she was basically expressionless and spoke very little the rest of the time. It was as if she had deliberately created an invisible shell to hide her true emotions deep in her heart.

Just as Zhu Yiming pounced on Ou Yang and was about to seek justice, gunshots suddenly came from outside the window.

The three of them all looked pale. Ou Yang turned over and pulled Zhu Yiming away: "You two wait here for me!"

Before he finished speaking, the man had already rushed out.

Zhu Yiming also wanted to follow, but was pulled back by Jiang Yuwei. He bit his lip and shook his head.

He looked at the open door, then at Jiang Yuwei with a determined face, and finally compromised.

Ou Yang took two steps at a time, ran to the third floor like a fly, and rushed into the firing point set up by Lei Yong.

I just ran from the fourth floor to the third floor, and the gunfire had stopped.

Lei Yong sat blankly in the room filled with the smell of gunpowder, with warm bullet casings scattered under his feet.

Ou Yang asked in shock, "Brother Lei, where is your mask?"

Lei Yong's mouth twitched, revealing a strange expression as if he was about to cry, but was forcing a smile: "No need."

Ou Yang's heart sank, and he opened his mouth to ask for clarification, but the mask had been taken off. This was not a sealed space with a filtering device like a safe house. What would be the point of continuing to ask?
Lei Yong stared with bloodshot eyes, his gaze filled with an indescribable complexity. "Just now, I saw someone attacking the consulate, so I opened fire. I only came to my senses after I ran out of bullets."

Ou Yang was silent. The more he worried about something, the more he would see it. This was the most typical hallucination after infection.

Lei Yong pursed his lips tightly, squeezed his features together, and compressed his tear ducts to prevent tears from flowing. However, his voice was already choking with sobs. "I had been thinking of leaving with you in a few days...Alas, the rest of the way, you have to walk on your own."

"Brother Lei..."

"I'm fine." Lei Yong raised his head and exhaled forcefully, a carefree expression on his face. "It's funny, but I thought I'd been through so much and was indifferent to life and death. I could face the infection calmly, but when it really happened to me, I realized it wasn't the case at all."

Ou Yang awkwardly consoled him, "It's okay, really. We're all immune. We can just go together!"

He really wanted to say that you are hallucinating because you are too tired and nervous, but if you get a little closer, you can smell the scent of spores emanating from Lei Yong.

Not only is it infected, but it is also in the germination stage.

According to the time, when Lei Yong inhaled the spores, Ou Yang and Jiang Yuwei had not yet arrived at the consulate.

What about Song Lei? What about Ma Zhiyuan? Did they wear masks when they interacted with each other?
"You don't understand. This isn't a matter of being immune." Lei Yong's emotions finally stabilized. "I'm a professional soldier. To put it bluntly, my skills are all about killing and arson. When I'm sober, I can control my behavior, but what about when I'm hallucinating? Whether it's you, Zhu Yiming, or Jiang Yuwei, I will treat everyone around me as an enemy. You might die in my hands before you even know what's happening."

He raised his calloused hands, his face bitter: "Do you understand?"

Ou Yang swallowed quietly and said, "I understand."

He was right. The problem was never about immunity or not, but about the danger caused by the illusion itself. If the illusion was not too real and too deceptive, how could such a big city have fallen to this point today?

After a moment of silence, Lei Yong asked in a low voice: "How much time do I have left?"

"What time?" Ou Yang didn't understand.

"I just had a hallucination. How long can I stay awake for?"

"It's hard to say." Ou Yang tried hard to recall his doctor's research notes. "Everyone's situation is different. First, it depends on how quickly the hallucinogenic substance accumulates. Some people accumulate quickly, some slowly. Second, it depends on the body's tolerance. The average hallucination lasts half an hour. It's rare for it to end in just a few minutes like yours."

Lei Yong nodded: "I understand!"

He composed himself, stood up and patted his butt: "I'm going back to the consulate. It's not safe here anymore. You guys should hurry up and find another place!" "Then let's go to point 3," said Ou Yang.

To facilitate the operation, Lei Yong marked several hiding places in advance and agreed to evacuate to different places depending on the situation when the consulate was attacked.

"Let's go to a place I don't know." Lei Yong strode out.

Ou Yang quickly followed: "I'm with you!"

Lei Yong pointed upstairs and said, "Let's settle them down first!"

Ou Yang hurried to the fourth floor: "Let's go, hurry up and move!"

Zhu Yiming was stunned: "Where are we going?"

Jiang Yuwei also looked a little confused.

"Don't ask anymore." Ou Yang didn't want to say more. After sending the two people to another hiding place, he hurried back to the consulate.

Zhu Yiming watched Ou Yang leave and whispered, "Something must have happened."

Jiang Yuwei resisted the urge to roll her eyes: "Do I need you to tell me?"

Zhu Yiming...

This little girl, why are you so speechless? I curse you to never get married in this life!
Ou Yang returned to the consulate, but only saw Ma Zhiyuan and Song Lei.

On the table was a Glock in a holster. That was Lei Yong's service pistol.

Ou Yang asked anxiously, "Where's Brother Lei?"

Ma Zhiyuan sighed and pointed to the end of the corridor: "Over there, they are in self-isolation."

Ou Yang wanted to go over and take a look, but was stopped by Lao Ma: "Let him calm down, give him some time, he is not the kind of person who is psychologically fragile."

Ou Yang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Brother Ma, what are your plans?"

Ma Zhiyuan's eyes were complicated. "Not yet. This isn't something to rush. Let's report the situation first and see what they say."

Ou Yang was puzzled: "Report this to the higher-ups as well?"

What he wanted to know more was, if he didn't report it and didn't receive instructions from above, would he be unable to do anything?
"How could we not report such a serious matter?" Ma Zhiyuan asked. "On the smaller scale, only Lei Yong was infected, and at most the two of us were also in danger. On the larger scale, the masks issued were completely useless, and this is not our personal problem."

An embassy is the highest-level unit stationed in another country, the next level is the consulate, and below that there seem to be offices.

The outbreak came suddenly, and it was a rare achievement for the consulate to evacuate most people immediately. However, the suddenness of the incident meant that evacuation was already the limit, leaving no time for preparing supplies.

In other words, the various supplies in the consulate were not prepared in response to the epidemic, but were just a coincidence.

Includes face mask.

So, are consulates or offices in other regions also equipped according to the standard nature of the frame?
Even if there were no such supplies initially, would they be prepared after the outbreak? What standard are the masks currently in stockpile using?
Even if Lei Yong did not wear the mask properly or accidentally opened it and caused inhalation, the mask itself was designed improperly and posed a potential risk.

Therefore, reporting is not only responsible for yourself, but also for colleagues in other areas. It is by no means pushing the responsibility and decision-making power to the higher-ups!
Ou Yang, full of thoughts, left the Trust Hall and deliberately made a detour before returning to his hiding place.

Without Lei Yong's support, he had to be extra careful.

Zhu Yiming had been waiting anxiously for a long time. As soon as they met, he couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

Ou Yang has calmed down: "Brother Lei must be infected."

Jiang Yuwei's eyes widened instantly, and Zhu Yiming instinctively rejected it: "No way?"

"Almost right." Ou Yang said.

Jiang Yuwei looked gloomy. Zhu Yiming scratched the back of his head vigorously: "What did you say?"

Ou Yang explained Lei Yong's danger: "His situation is special. No one, including me, can return to the consulate without permission, let alone tell anyone where he is hiding."

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei were both stunned.

Both of them have encountered many infected people, but at most they were police officers or American soldiers. A situation similar to Lei Yong’s has never occurred!
The reputation of being the strongest army on the face of the earth is not exaggerated. The special forces of the Iron Army are all the best of the best and the best of the best. They are able to be stationed in the foreign affairs department to be responsible for security protection. Lei Yong's personal combat qualities must be terrifyingly strong. He is a real soldier king.

Ou Yang didn't want to use any negative words to describe Lei Yong, but once such a person was controlled by hallucinations, he would definitely be a walking killing machine!
Just think about the story of Tian Moujian circulating on the Internet, and you will know how powerful soldiers of this level are. It is no problem for them to kill 99% of the soldiers in the world in seconds.

Ou Yang was in a state of panic, but he quickly gathered his thoughts: "Waiting like this isn't a solution. Don't the Americans have medicine? Let's find a way to get some back!"

"I'm familiar with this!" Zhu Yiming immediately repeated what he knew.

The US military uses planes to airlift medicines to Brown Bear City every day. Except for the quarantined infected people, anyone can pick them up at the airport, but they must register their personal information and track the effectiveness of the medicines.

In addition, some medicines are provided to various research institutions in the city!

But he didn't know where these research institutions were.

Jiang Yuwei couldn't help but ask, "How did you know?"

"I heard it from the protective suit." Zhu Yiming said.

Ou Yang's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly thought of the doctor and the underground fortress.

"Do you know the times when planes take off and land, or when medicines are distributed?"

Zhu Yiming shook his head: "It's not a flight, how can it be on time?"

"About what time?"

"Not necessarily. Basically, it's in the afternoon."

Ou Yang clenched his teeth.

The airport was heavily guarded, leaving him no chance to attack. However, he immediately thought of Brown Bear University: "How long has this drug been developed?"

"It's been a while."

"Be more specific, half a month... Never mind, just pretend I didn't ask!" Ou Yang was halfway through his words when he remembered that when he first met Jiang Yuwei, she was going to take her mentor to get the medicine.

In other words, the medicine had already been developed by that time.

"Come with me, I know a place where there might be medicine!" said Ou Yang.

Without further ado, just do it.

Ou Yang originally wanted to keep Jiang Yuwei and act only with Zhu Yiming, but Jiang Yuwei firmly opposed it, insisting that she was not a burden.

"You can abandon me now, and you can abandon me after we leave Brown Bear City?"

"That makes sense!" said Zhu Yiming.

Ou Yang didn't want to waste time here, so he nodded and agreed. While it was still early, the three of them left their hiding place, found a car and went deep into the city, and successfully arrived near Brown Bear University.

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