Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 133 Behind bars
Ouyang's head is as big as a bucket.

Although the enemy's main force had left, the remaining people were not so easy to deal with. It would be best to completely eliminate them in one go, but he just thought about it.

just kidding.

Ou Yang himself is a rookie who has only trained for a few days. Jiang Yuwei is not as good as him and can be said to be the worst of the worst. Not to mention Zhu Yiming, he is simply an amateur who has just learned how to shoot a gun.

Still the kind of self-satisfied little guy.

The three rookies, a temporary team without any tacit understanding, might have a chance of winning if they met an opponent of the same level, but if the opponent had an experienced veteran, they would definitely be the ones doomed in the end.

What kind of incredible luck does it take to completely wipe out the opponent?

The reason why we had a slight advantage just now was entirely because the heavy protective clothing was too heavy.

Just as Ou Yang was hesitating, fierce gunfire suddenly came from the distance, interspersed with several explosions.

The three of them looked at each other, what was going on?
I wanted to see it clearly, but I was also worried that the enemy would take the opportunity to rush out.

Ou Yang took the lead and signaled the two of them to watch the stairs while he went to the window.

However, although the place where the firefight took place was not far away, it was blocked from view by several buildings and the scene could not be seen at all.

But looking at the direction, it must be related to protective clothing!

After a while, the explosions disappeared, and then the gunfire stopped.

Ou Yang couldn't help but feel a little anxious: Which side won in the end?

He didn't care who won or lost. The key point was that the ambush was too coincidental. The protective suits probably mistook the three of them for members of the ambush force.

The three of them had no idea that the enemies on other floors were as anxious as they were at this moment.

In just a moment, the roar of engines came from far away, and a team of dark blue armored vehicles came into view. They sped all the way and stopped downstairs. A large group of fully armed riot police jumped out of the vehicles.

Ou Yang was a little confused. He was actually ambushed by the police?

What is the origin of protective clothing?
Realizing that the situation was not good, people on the first, second and fourth floors, except for the third floor, opened fire simultaneously, and several police officers were shot and fell to the ground.

The remaining police officers were not frightened, but quickly rushed into the laboratory building, and fierce gunfire was immediately heard on the first floor.

Ou Yang rushed to the experimental area: "Hurry up!"

The three of them knew that they were not in the same group as the protective suits, but the problem was that the police officers didn't know it. It would be so unfair if they were mistaken for their identities and shot!

The protective suits may not be professional, but the riot police are definitely professionals. If you are facing the protective suits, you still have a chance to fight. But against dozens of riot police?
What's going on?

Ou Yang definitely didn't want to be caught in the crossfire between the two sides.

He was about to die regretting it. Why did he run to this place at this time? Wasn't this a complete misunderstanding?
Zhu Yiming quickly caught up and asked anxiously, "What should we do?"

"Keep pretending to be dead!" Ou Yang immediately lay on the ground.

Is it useful to play dead?
Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei were both very skeptical, but at this time, they could not think of a better solution.

Just as the three people hid, a gunshot was heard from the direction of the stairs. A man in a protective suit covered in blood flew out and fell to the ground, motionless.

A team of riot police filed in and advanced steadily along the corridor in battle formation. The one in front was holding a heavy bulletproof shield!

Wow, this is the best way to deal with terrorists, right?
Ou Yang felt like he was shooting himself in the foot, and his heart was extremely conflicted.

He knew very well that the Brown Bear police had long been divided into several factions. If it was regular police officers who came, the worst that could happen was that they would surrender and tell the truth. It would not be a big deal at all.

But if the police are black, it will be a completely different matter.

There are too many factions in the police force nowadays, and even insiders can’t figure out whether Lao Mi, who is wearing a police uniform, is black or white at heart.

However, the riot police are indeed much more professional than those in protective suits. At least they did not touch the corpses.

Ou Yang didn't know whether this was good news or not.

While one team of officers searched the third floor, another team rushed to the fourth floor and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the protective suits stranded there.

Professionals versus amateurs, the outcome was undoubted, and it wasn't long before the police shot down all the hazmat suits that dared to resist.

But they never expected that the protective suits were much crazier than they imagined. They actually installed explosives on the fourth floor. One of the protective suits saw that the situation was not good and directly detonated the bomb.

With a loud bang, the fourth floor exploded violently and the glass wall shattered instantly.

There wasn't as much explosives as expected, so it only destroyed the glass wall and didn't hurt the police officers at all.

It was just a false alarm.

However, the fourth floor slab had already been riddled with holes from the bombing. After the explosion, the slab could no longer withstand the pressure and suddenly collapsed. The remaining glass walls and large areas of fungal carpet fell to the third floor.

The trio hid at the edge of the collapsed area. Ou Yang only heard a muffled sound, and the ceiling above his head suddenly fell down, and his mind went blank.

At the critical moment of life and death, there is no time to think about anything else, let alone replaying the memories from childhood to adulthood.

With a loud bang, the ceiling hit Ou Yang's side. It was a long time before he realized that he was still alive and could feel his heart beating again.

The ceiling did not collapse as a whole. There were steel bars connecting it in the middle. The broken part was supported by the ground after falling, forming a steep slope.

The sticky fungal mat slid down like mud, covering Ou Yang all over.

If the landing point was half a meter off, Ou Yang would have been smashed into a puddle of mud!
He heard someone calling him in a trance, turned around blankly, and saw Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei right in front of him. His wandering soul finally returned to his body, and the voice in his ears gradually became clearer.

"Ouyang Ouyang, Ouyang..."

Ou Yang finally came back to his senses: "It's okay, I'm fine!"

He breathed heavily with lingering fear, his hair numb and legs weak, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

The person is fine, but the situation is hard to say.

The police officers searching the third floor were also stunned by the collapse, but after the brief accident, three people suddenly appeared!
They immediately surrounded them, pointing their guns at the three of them: "Put your hands on your heads, don't move!"

If the trio hadn't been wearing protective gear, the police officers would have shot them a few times first.

Jiang Yuwei was well aware of the danger posed by Police Officer Mi, so she tactfully raised her hands and said, "You two better do as he says!"

The situation was stronger than people, and Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming had no choice but to hold their heads reluctantly.

Officer Mi quickly stepped forward and quickly took away all the weapons from the three men.

Zhu Yiming couldn't help but argue: "We are not in the same group as the protective suits!"

"Shut up!" The police officer punched him in the stomach. Zhu Yiming bent over in pain, but was immediately ordered to stand still.

Ou Yang and Jiang Yuwei kept their mouths shut and didn't say a word.

The police officers roughly put silver bracelets on the three people and took them to the car downstairs and locked them up. They didn't ask a single question during the whole process, let alone give any Miranda warnings.

It feels quite unprofessional.

It wasn't until the car door closed that Zhu Yiming started to complain with a grin: "American police are so freaking brutal!"

The carriage seemed to have been disinfected not long ago; the pungent smell of disinfectant made him want to cough but couldn't. It was incredibly uncomfortable. "Be content that no bullet blew your head off!" Jiang Yuwei said.

The three of them had weapons in their hands, and if the ceiling hadn't suddenly collapsed, who knows what the result would have been.

Zhu Yiming immediately became unhappy: "According to you, I should thank them?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Yuwei asked back.

"There are coincidences and accidents, but there's no need for that," Ou Yang said. "I just counted and there are about ten protective suits on the second floor, seven or eight on the first floor, and I don't know how many are on the fourth floor."

He wiped the fungal mat on his body and found that it was wet and sticky like glue. It would stick to his body after one wipe and it was very reluctant to dry. It was very uncomfortable to have it stuck to his body.

"Why count that thing!" Zhu Yiming muttered in dissatisfaction.

"No one survived," Ou Yang said, "except for the three of us."

Zhu Yiming was stunned: "What do you mean, the police are here just for the protective suits?"

"It should be." Ou Yang said.

As they were talking, the police officers who had completed their mission withdrew from the laboratory building one after another. They quickly got into the car and evacuated without any intention of cleaning up the battlefield.

The standard practice is to kill but not bury.

As the vehicle drove away from the laboratory building, Zhu Yiming wanted to speak, but was stopped by Ou Yang: "Stop talking, and pay attention to your route!"

The convoy was moving very fast. The street scene outside the window quickly receded and stopped not long after.

The back door opened and the police officers escorted three people down. Ou Yang looked up and saw, Wow, isn’t this the Brown Bear Police Station?
Ou Yang couldn't help but sigh. Whether in movies, comics or novels, prison is a good place to hide from zombies. The police have a natural advantage in this regard. Have they laid a good foundation and started to expand their influence?

The police officers took the three people into the police station, took off their masks for a quick test, and after confirming that they were not infected, they locked them up without saying a word.

It was not a regular detention center, but an iron cage temporarily welded with steel bars, which reminded Ou Yang of the days when he was imprisoned in the underground bunker by the doctor.

However, the iron cages were not only large in area, but also numerous in number, and each cage was crammed with people.

Ou Yang looked around curiously and found that everyone was as listless as eggplants hit by frost. They would never stand if they could sit, and would never sit if they could lie down!

He deliberately tried to get close to his fellow prisoner, hoping to find out some information from him, but the other party simply ignored his questions and didn't even bother to say a word.

"Something's wrong!" Zhu Yiming whispered, "Look at their faces, why are they so grim?"

Indeed, all the prisoners, regardless of gender, looked pale and haggard.

"Is he hungry?" Jiang Yuwei guessed.

After more than a month of blockade, the city’s material supplies are no longer as sufficient as before, and not having enough to eat is no longer a new thing.

"It's possible!" said Zhu Yiming.

Ou Yang looked left and right, and suddenly found a familiar figure: "Hey, Jamie, Jamie——"

I was just thinking about the bunker, but I didn’t expect to meet my fellow prisoners who were studied together here in the blink of an eye. It was really surprising.

Well, it's somewhat intimate.

The sudden sound startled everyone, and everyone looked at Ou Yang at the same time.

A few iron cages away, a thin man also turned his head and looked at Ou Yang with a dull look, looking like a puppet whose power was about to be cut off.

Zhu Yiming looked around curiously, but found no response: "You didn't recognize the wrong person, did you?"

"Impossible!" Ou Yang was sure he was seeing things, and tentatively called out, "Jamie? Number seven?"

Jamie's scattered gaze suddenly focused, and he pointed hesitantly at Ou Yang: "It's you——"

"Yes, it's me!" Ou Yang smiled widely, but quickly interrupted him, fearing that he would call out number 13.

"You've been caught too!" Jamie lowered his eyes, his desire to communicate was pitifully low.

Ou Yang finally found an acquaintance, how could he give up so easily?

"Hey, Jamie, what's going on here? Why are you all so listless?"

Jamie suddenly smiled strangely: "You will know soon."

Zhu Yiming muttered quietly, "Is this person mentally ill? Why does he seem so creepy?"

Ou Yang felt the same way. He was about to ask a few more questions when a tall sheriff suddenly came into view and slammed the railing with his baton, "Quiet!"

The iron cage fell silent in an instant.

The sheriff enjoyed his authority and smiled with satisfaction: "Dinner is ready!"

Several police officers pushed a food cart over and distributed food to each cage.

Ouyang thought the food would not be very good, but he found that there was not only bread and milk, but also vegetables and meat.

Although the method is simple and the taste is not very good, it has everything you need and focuses on balanced nutrition.

Is this prison food?
With Lao Mi's cooking skills, this can be considered a feast, right?
Ou Yang suddenly felt a sense of unreality: Am I hallucinating?

Those who received the food started eating immediately. Some gobbled it up quickly, while others chewed it slowly. They regained a little vitality and were no longer as numb as before.

But it's just a little bit, not a bit more.

Not everyone was so obedient. There was an unreasonable guy who ate up all his share and wanted to steal other people's. As a result, the sheriff used a baton to teach him how to behave.

Ou Yang also got his share and ate it bit by bit.

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei hadn't recovered yet, and the food didn't taste very good, so they had no appetite at all.

Jiang Yuwei wanted to give her share to Ou Yang, but was stopped by the police chief: "Eat your share completely and don't leave any leftovers, and don't give them to anyone else!"

Jiang Yuwei was a little confused. What was the rule?
"Eat, you'll have energy after eating." Ou Yang said.

Before we finished our meal, a few more people arrived.

They were not wearing police uniforms, just white coats.

The sheriff quickly went up to him and greeted him with a very respectful attitude.

The old man in the lead walked to the outside of the iron cage where Ou Yang and the others were imprisoned, laughing so hard that his eyes were invisible: "Three immunities? Not bad, not bad... Open the door!"

Knowing that the other party was talking about them, Ou, Zhu and Jiang looked over at the same time.

Although their heights and looks were completely different, Ou Yang immediately thought of the doctor who had died long ago.

There's no way, their temperaments are just too similar, both have that kind of wisdom with a hint of madness.

Which kind of Frankenstein is this?

(End of this chapter)