Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 147 Come prepared
In a building in front of the police line, an agile figure quietly appeared and carefully placed the PKM machine gun by the window.

The glass on the window had long since exploded into pieces all over the floor, and the cool night breeze blew into the dark room.

Ou Yang carefully leaned over to take a look.

Under the gloomy night, a group of police officers huddled behind thick shelters, like a group of frozen quails.

Behind the police's defense line is an east-west bridge that is only 20 to 30 meters long. However, it is this short 20 to 30 meters that makes this hastily built defense line unbreakable.

At least that group of rabble that was gathered together temporarily couldn't be broken through.

Lei Yong pressed Ou Yang's head and pushed him aside: "Be careful, what are you looking at?"

Ou Yang whispered, "Aren't we too far from the defense line? Is this place safe?"

Lei Yong curled his lips and said, "I'd like to hide behind the defense line. Do you think the police would agree?"

"Then there's no need to run so far, right?"

"Is this far enough? Any closer, and the police won't be happy." Lei Yong pointed at the police's defensive line and gave a live demonstration. "The safest place is definitely behind the line, followed by the sides. However, the flanks are both the police's weak points and their main defensive positions. Even if we had no weapons at all, let alone machine guns, they wouldn't let us get close to such a sensitive area."

Ou Yang suddenly realized, yes, in movies and TV, there are always flank attacks and outflanking maneuvers, isn’t that what they are talking about?
"Our place is different. Although the distance is not far, the window is not facing the defense line. Even if we set up a machine gun here, there is not much range to shoot. It poses basically no threat to the defense line. Otherwise..."

Halfway through his words, his consciousness suddenly became a little dazed. Lei Yong quickly took out the inhibitor and took a deep breath.

The dizziness slowly subsided, and his heart was filled with sadness.

Although inhaled suppressants could keep him awake, the attacks became more frequent and the intervals between them became shorter and shorter.

Lei Yong didn't know how long he could hold on, but he knew that day was not far away... No, this place was still not hidden enough, he had to move to a safe enough place!

At the same time, Ma Zhiyuan and Zhu Yiming carried Song Lei into the hospital, but the police officers guarding the door blocked their way and did not allow them to enter the medical building.

All the police officers in sight were wearing masks and their faces could not be seen clearly.

There were also many police officers who were sending infected people, who were collected from somewhere unknown, into the medical building.

Ma Zhiyuan really didn't want to come into contact with the infected person. Fortunately, the police officer who followed them did not lead them towards the building, but led them to the side. After exchanging a few words with the police officer there, he took out a tablet and established remote communication with the doctor who was hiding somewhere unknown.

Apparently, the police have moved the remaining doctors to a safe place.

But people who eat whole grains are bound to get sick. Remote communication is the last hope left for patients.

The doctor on the screen looked tired and didn't waste a second: "Who is the patient? What's wrong?"

The camera was focused on Ma Zhiyuan: "The patient was exposed to radiation and is currently in a coma..." He described the situation as detailed as possible.

The doctor looked surprised. "Vomiting repeatedly? Losing consciousness? Are you sure it's the radiation?"

"Absolutely sure!" said Ma Zhiyuan.

The doctor was very cautious: "Are you sure the patient has been exposed to radiation and has not suffered any head injuries?"

"determine."

"That's easy!" The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and immediately started to speak a series of words he had never heard before, leaving Ma Zhiyuan completely confused.

He knew that the doctor was talking about the names of medicines, but he only knew the names of some commonly used medicines. He had never heard of these rare and uncommon medicines.

Well, even if it is translated into Mandarin, it will definitely be confusing.

But it doesn’t matter. The doctor quickly sent me a prescription and I just had to take the medicine according to the doctor’s instructions.

Ma Zhiyuan was a little confused: "Just prescribe some medicine and that's it?"

"Then what else do you want?" the doctor asked curiously.

"No other treatment required?"

The doctor understood: "Sir, this is radiation sickness. There is no medication that can treat his condition. Only sedatives and antidepressants can be used to control the side effects of brain damage. Besides taking medication, rest, appropriate exercise and physical therapy are all recommended."

"Whether he can recover, and how effective his recovery will be, depends first on the extent of the radiation damage and second on his ability to recover. Beyond that, we don't have any other options for treating radiation sickness... When was he exposed? How long has he been in a coma?"

"It's been a few hours." Ma Zhiyuan said.

"It's okay then." The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. "It shouldn't be serious, otherwise he wouldn't have made it this far."

real or fake?

Ma Zhiyuan was very suspicious and always felt that the other party was too careless and perfunctory, but he could not find any evidence.

The medicine was quickly delivered to Ma Zhiyuan, who immediately pried open Song Lei's mouth and poured the medicine in.

The police officer urged impatiently: "It's not safe here, you guys should leave as soon as possible."

Even if the police officer didn't urge him, Ma Zhiyuan wouldn't stay any longer. He called Zhu Yiming, picked up Song Lei and walked back.

Song Lei was still unconscious, no different from when he arrived.

Ma Zhiyuan's already gloomy mood became even heavier.

He is a professional in gathering information. He has an extraordinary psychological quality. Keeping calm at all times is the most important quality. He knows very well what to do next.

But seeing a colleague you work with day and night become like this, how can you not feel touched?

Just as they were about to step onto the bridge, several heavily armed police officers suddenly rushed up from both sides. One of them stopped and turned around, shouting, "Back off, back off, it's dangerous!"

Ma Zhiyuan's face changed slightly, and he quickly pulled Zhu Yiming: "Let's go!"

The two men immediately carried Song Lei to the side and hid behind a stone sculpture.

Before they could hide, fierce gunfire suddenly rang out from the other side.

Ma Zhiyuan leaned over and took a look, a trace of deep worry appearing between his brows.

We can't stay in this troubled place for long, so Ma Zhiyuan made a quick decision: "We must stay away from this side!"

The two men helped Song Lei up, and while walking, they used the obstacles along the way to cover themselves, and found a place far away from the defense line to hide.

The next step is to wait patiently for the conflict to end.

On the east side of the bridge, groups of armed militants rushed in and once again attacked the defense line. Before the militants could get close, the police officers on the defense line opened fire first, but not with guns, but with a large number of tear gas canisters fired at the crowd.

In a blink of an eye, the area in front of the defense line was filled with smoke and the smell of tear gas was everywhere.

The smell was no longer pungent, but rather an indescribable stimulation. Ou Yang only smelled a little bit, and immediately tears welled up in his eyes and he coughed continuously.

The kind that can't be stopped.

Lei and Jiang are the same as him.

Lei Yong held one in each hand, coughing as he pressed Ou Yang and Jiang Yuwei's heads down, fearing that they would show their heads and be exposed.

Even those hiding in the corners could not help but shed tears, not to mention the militants who were the first to bear the brunt of the attack. The initial momentum turned into uncontrollable chaos in the blink of an eye. If the police had not always defended the line of defense and had no intention of taking the initiative to attack, they would have only needed a counterattack to wipe out all the militants on the scene.

All I can say is that the police are still too conservative and don't have the same sharp and aggressive spirit as the military.

At this point, the vanguard of the militants was completely wiped out, but the old men did not retreat. The smart ones dispersed and dodged, shooting down the police's guns, while the unwise ones tried their best to rush up, but either they dived into the smoke and were ingested by gas, or were shot into sieves by the police's firepower.

Although the police do not have heavy firepower, each person is equipped with an automatic weapon, and the density of firepower far exceeds that of the militants. In terms of force, the two sides are not at the same level at all.

But the militants were also well prepared. While the police's attention was attracted by the old Mi in front, a pickup truck with a steel frame welded in the cargo box quietly approached the battlefield. After arriving at the designated location, several old Mis got busy and the steel frame turned into a small catapult in a blink of an eye.

Witnessing this scene, Ou Yang and Lei Yong's eyes widened, and Jiang Yuwei also looked incredulous.

What's going on?
Even if Lao Mi showed off a cannon or even a multiple rocket launcher, they would not be so surprised, but who could have imagined that the militants' secret weapon was actually a catapult?

The structure of this thing is simple, and the requirements for the projectile are not that strict. In terms of temperament, it really suits the militants.

It's just that the material is too modern, it would be better if it was made of wood.

However, the catapult was too complicated to use. It took a few old Americans a while to debug it and put an oil barrel on it.

An old man waved his hand, and someone immediately lit the oil barrel and started the catapult. With a bang, the oil barrel flew high in a beautiful parabola.

Ou Yang's eyes were fixed on the flame in the sky, watching it fall towards the defense line, and then watching it land on the bridge, and with a bang, it turned into a sea of ​​burning fire.

The sudden change confused the police officers guarding the defense line.

They are just police officers, not soldiers, and their psychological quality is not that strong. Although they are still guarding the defense line, they are already a little panicked.

There are some who are not panicking, but they are only a minority.

The attack missed, and the fuel that had touched the trebuchet was still burning.

Lao Mi calmly took out the fire extinguisher, sprayed out the flames, adjusted the counterweight, installed a new oil barrel, ignited it, and launched it again.

This time, the oil barrel fell accurately towards the defense line.

A group of police officers saw the fire in the air and started shooting without saying a word. However, guns cannot be used at all times. The bullets hit the oil barrels, making a lot of holes with clanging sounds.

Originally, only the barrel was burning. After a bunch of holes were made, the oil was thrown out of the barrel and immediately turned into a flying rain of fire, covering an area of hundreds of square meters in front and behind the defense line.

No matter whether they were police officers or militants, everyone who was caught in the rain of fire screamed and wailed.

The lucky ones were only stained a little and could extinguish the flames with a few slaps; the unlucky ones were burned all over and rolled on the ground but it was useless; the tragic ones were soaked from head to toe and turned into blazing human torches in the blink of an eye.

A few clever ones ran a few steps and jumped into the river. It is hard to say whether they could save their lives, but the fire was definitely out.

The hit was successful and the militants cheered enthusiastically. Lao Mi seized the opportunity to continue throwing and another oil barrel hit the defense line.

Ou Yang was a little anxious: "Brother Lei, are we just going to watch them throw it? Brother Ma is still in the west!"

"There are too many militants. We can't move!" Lei Yong gritted his teeth, thought for a moment, and added, "Don't worry about Lao Ma. Even if we were all tied together, we wouldn't be as smart as him!"

Ou Yang was somewhat skeptical of this statement.

Ma Zhiyuan was born with a simple and honest appearance, which really cannot be equated with cleverness. But thinking about Lao Ma's profession, he felt that he should not judge people by their appearance.

If you are not smart, can you collect information?
Lei Yong was different from Ou Yang. He was not worried about Ma Zhiyuan's safety at all, but he was somewhat worried about the safety of the RV.

He just parked his car farther away on purpose, hoping to avoid this disaster.

Lao Mi, who was fiddling with the catapult, wanted to continue, but was stopped by other Lao Mi.

Oh my goodness, there's so much oil, right? Those ones I threw in earlier aren't even on fire yet. If I throw more up there, how long will the fire last? Do you still want to cross the bridge?
Ou Yang secretly calculated that after the baptism of the catapult, at least half of the police officers on the defense line were gone, and the remaining ones had no fighting spirit. If they had nowhere to run, they would have retreated to the other side long ago.

The militants' secret weapons were not only catapults, but also several pickup trucks drove over. Lao Mi lifted the tarpaulin covering the cargo box, revealing a hand-cranked Gatling gun that he had stolen from some museum.

Ou Yang's eyes widened. This thing must be at least a hundred years old, right?
Behind another pickup truck was a Maxim rifle with a canvas bullet belt.

Two cars, one on the left and one on the right, attacked the police line.

That's the thing about a hand-cranked Gatling gun. The rate of fire is extremely poor and it poses little threat.

But the Maxim is different. Although it is bulky and old, its firing rate is really not exaggerated, which puts great pressure on the police officers on the defense line.

It would be easy if the militants were facing the army. Whether it was mortars, rocket launchers, grenades or something else, there are plenty of ways to deal with these broken vehicles.

But on weekdays, the ones who confront the police are mostly armed gangsters. Using automatic weapons is just a sledgehammer to crack a nut, so there are naturally no heavy weapons.

Just as the tear gas was almost dissipated, a large number of militants rushed towards the defense line, howling as if they had taken too many fake drugs.

The police officers who remained firmly on the defensive line opened fire to resist the attack.

It’s not that they don’t want to escape, but the fire on the bridge has not been extinguished yet and they can’t retreat at all.

The speed of wading through the river is too slow, and once you enter the water you will become a sitting duck for the militants.

However, the police did not give in. Just when the defense line was about to collapse, a police armored vehicle broke through the sea of fire and appeared behind the defense line.

Then came the second, third, and fourth car!

Four armored vehicles were lined up in a row, and the roofs of the vehicles made a loud rumbling sound, and several tear gas canisters fell into the crowd.

At the same time, the car lights were turned on so brightly that Lao Mi, who was attacking the defense line, could not open his eyes.

Then the weapon platform on the roof turned around and the machine gun opened fire. The dense rain of bullets instantly swept out a beautiful fan shape in the crowd.

(End of this chapter)