Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 148 East Coast West Coast
Just when they were about to break through the defense line, they were blocked by four armored vehicles. The old rice that was attacking the defense line fell down one after another like wheat under a sickle.

Ou Yang couldn't help but feel a toothache just by standing by and watching.

Lao Mi is too cruel. No matter how they fight, the ones who die are their own people!
But things are so strange. Neither the police nor the militants have any intention of stopping, but keep escalating the situation.

The only weapon in the hands of the militants that could threaten the armored vehicles was the catapult. The old Americans became busy again, loading ammunition and firing.

The oil barrel flew into the air and hit an armored vehicle with great force and accuracy.

With a bang, flames rose, the armored vehicle door opened, and several police officers covered in flames rushed out.

Whether in terms of sound and light effects or power, it is much better than a Molotov cocktail!
Not only that, the flying flames also caused great harm to the nearby police officers. Several police officers with flames all over their bodies jumped into the river screaming.

A moment later, the ammunition on the vehicle exploded continuously in the fire, and the dense noise was comparable to that of a machine gun.

The flashes of fire from the throwing of the oil barrels were so obvious that the armored vehicles immediately noticed the location of the catapults. The machine guns on the roofs all turned around, and the flying rain of bullets instantly made the pickup trucks more transparent than a colander.

Lao Mi in the car had no chance to escape. After a few screams, everyone was killed or injured.

The catapult was also damaged. No one knew where it was hit, but there was a bang and it fell apart in an instant.

Then the oil barrels piled behind the pickup truck were also pierced by bullets, and the oil flowed out of the barrels, and the scene was filled with the unique smell of gasoline.

The place where Ou Yang and others were hiding was more than 20 meters in front of the catapult. The armored vehicle fired indiscriminately, and the bullets hit the wall like water, and the sound of ricochets was endless.

Ou Yang could even hear the whizzing sound of bullets flying over his head. Even though he knew they would not hit him, his heart still beat wildly and his legs went weak.

The catapult was finished, and the Maxim on another pickup truck took advantage of the chaos and swept across the field, knocking down several police officers.

Machine guns are the most hated targets on the battlefield, and the Maxim gun is so impressive that it naturally attracted the attention of armored vehicles.

The rain of bullets immediately moved over the catapult, with a burst of banging sounds, and the Maxim gun was completely silenced.

The hand-cranked Gatling gun was also unlucky and was hit by a barrage of bullets.

This thing was too old and too clumsy, and it posed no more threat to the defense line than the civilian version of the rifle in the hands of the old man. But after all, this thing was a rapid-fire weapon. The armored vehicle just deflected the muzzle and was taken care of.

Key targets naturally need special attention.

After resolving the imminent threat, the three armored vehicles were like three door gods, firmly guarding the bridgehead.

Old Mi is also stubborn and rushes forward like a madman. People who are not in the know will think that there is a deep national hatred and family feud between the two sides when they see this.

After all, a police car is not a military vehicle. Not only is it only equipped with a machine gun, but it also has much less ammunition than a military vehicle. It looks powerful, but it runs out of bullets in a short while.

A police officer tried to reload his gun but was immediately shot dead by the militants.

Many militants rushed forward holding Molotov cocktails and started smashing things indiscriminately.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining armored vehicles immediately retreated across the bridge and broke contact with the crazy militants.

At the same time, West Coast.

Ma Zhiyuan looked sideways at the fierce battle at the bridgehead, his brows gradually tightening.

In terms of combat capability, he is far inferior to Lei Yong, but in terms of eyesight, he is no worse than anyone else. He has a clear view of the situation on the field and has judged that the police are 80% likely to fail to hold their defense line.

The current location is not far from the hospital and is likely to be affected by the upcoming battle. Ma Zhiyuan made a prompt decision, called Zhu Yiming, and carried Song Lei to continue the transfer.

He didn't plan to stay near the hospital. He planned to go further away and find a safe place to hide for a while.

Zhu Yiming was already at a loss, and he just did whatever Ma Zhiyuan said.

But this decision still confused him for a while: "We're not crossing the bridge?"

Ma Zhiyuan responded in a low voice: "The bridge can be crossed at any time. How can we cross the bridge if we lose our lives?"

"Then why don't we meet up with Ou Yang and the others? They're still waiting on the other side?"

"Let's talk about it when it's safe!" Ma Zhiyuan didn't want to say more, but thinking about the current chaotic situation, he added, "If something unexpected happens, go back to where you last separated and look for them. If you can't find them, don't worry. Find a safe place where you can see that person and wait for a while."

Zhu Yiming immediately memorized these words: "Hey, Brother Ma, let's stop for a while, we really can't walk anymore!"

Ma Zhiyuan turned around and looked at the bridge. The two armored vehicles had retreated, and a group of police officers were blocking the bridge head to stop the militants.

"No, it's too dangerous here," he said.

"Then don't carry him around. It's tiring." Zhu Yiming complained, bent down and carried Song Lei on his shoulders. It felt much easier than carrying him around.

"Follow me!" Ma Zhiyuan called out, and the two of them quickly moved away. After a while, they walked along the street to another intersection.

It turned out that this place had been blocked by the police long ago. A group of police officers were guarding the buildings on both sides, firing at the attacking militants from a high position.

The Americans who dared to confront the police were no pushovers. They drove two bulldozers with steel plates welded on the front, acting as armored vehicles in the front, followed by a group of Americans, playing infantry-tank coordination.

It looked like they were in real combat, and they were fighting back and forth with the police officers guarding the place.

An armored vehicle braved the hail of bullets and came to the front, with the shovel head on the truck that was blocking the road. Lao Mi in the car stepped on the accelerator, and the truck blocking the road slowly moved away with the roar of the engine.

Ma Zhiyuan kept sucking his teeth.

It goes without saying that the situation at every intersection leading to the hospital is probably similar. Trying to leave while both sides are fighting is extremely dangerous.

Forget it, it’s better to be still than to move, so it’s better to hide.

He glanced around and found a nearby building to hide in.

Without entering any room, I climbed up the stairs and finally reached the rooftop.

Unexpectedly, there were still many Lao Mi hiding here. The timid ones could only shiver under the parapet, while the brave ones would pop their heads out from time to time to take a look and closely follow the development of the battle.

Seeing a few strangers coming up to the rooftop, some old Americans who were carrying weapons immediately glared at them with unfriendly eyes.

Ma Zhiyuan spread his hands to express that he had no ill intentions, then dragged Zhu Yiming to a corner for temporary shelter.

Zhu Yiming looked around nervously. "Brother Ma, are these old Americans crazy? Isn't it a good thing that the police are treating the infected? It's fine for these people to oppose the police, but why are they going to such great lengths to confront them?"

Even if a relative or friend was taken into police custody, there wouldn't be such a fuss, right? It's almost like an armed riot... No, given the current situation, it's already an armed riot, right? In normal times, the US military would have ruthlessly suppressed it. It's only at this critical moment, with the US military unable to attend to the epidemic area, that they've created such a commotion.

Ma Zhiyuan was also very curious. After thinking for a while, he said, "Wait a moment, I'll go check it out!"

After saying that, he glanced at his selected target, then walked over and started chatting with him.

Zhu Yiming watched Ma Zhiyuan approach the unfamiliar and wary Lao Mi, and start chatting with him in just a few words. It didn't take long for him to let down his guard. The two even talked and laughed. Zhu Yiming was so impressed by him.

Not long after, Ma Zhiyuan, who had received the news, hunched over and moved back, sat next to Zhu Yiming, and let out a long breath.

Zhu Yiming couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Ma, did you find out?"

Ma Zhiyuan nodded. "It's said that the police have medicine to treat fungus, but the quantity is very small and only given to the rich. Then Lao Mi, who has relatives or friends who are infected, will all go crazy."

"No way? Is this true?" Zhu Yiming didn't believe it at all. "If there really is a cure, how could we wait until now?"

"I thought it was a rumor, but some people believed it, and quite a few did," Ma Zhiyuan said. "Also, it's no longer called F fungus. I don't know who gave it the name, but it's called novel phantom fungal pneumonia, or simply new phantom lung."

Zhu Yiming was powerless to complain: "Which unlucky kid came up with this lousy name? And he has phantom lungs, why not get a new one?"

"Who knows, but don't you think it feels different after having a formal name?"

Zhu Yiming looked confused: "What's different? I don't feel it?"

Ma Zhiyuan pointed out: "Before, we either called them infected or zombies. It sounded like a biohazard and always made people think of it badly. But calling it phantom pneumonia is different. It sounds like a special disease, and people subconsciously think of those infected as special patients."

Zhu Yiming scratched his head, suddenly feeling like he was starting to think. "Hey, now that you put it that way, it's true! But there's no benefit in doing this, right?"

The infected people themselves are dangerous time bombs. Giving them a name that makes people wary can, to a certain extent, protect the innocent.

If everyone treated dangerously infected people as ordinary patients... wouldn't that be a sin?
Ma Zhiyuan rubbed his temples: "I can't figure it out either. I always feel like there's some conspiracy behind this."

Zhu Yiming seemed to be hesitant and wanted to say something.

Ma Zhiyuan knew at a glance that there was nothing good to say, but he still encouraged: "Just say whatever you want to say."

"There aren't so many conspiracies, right? This isn't a movie."

"You're saying this is an occupational hazard of mine?" Ma Zhiyuan chuckled. "That's true. People in our line of work like to get to the bottom of everything and dig up the stories behind it."

Zhu Yiming said: "Whatever happens has nothing to do with us. We can't save the world, so don't get involved."

"Haha, you're quite insightful, kid..."

Suddenly, a huge cheer came from outside the building. Ma Zhiyuan stood up, took a look, and immediately shrank back: "Lao Mi broke through the police line and headed towards the hospital."

Lao Mi on the rooftop also noticed this new situation. Those who were unarmed immediately hid in a relatively safe place, and those who were armed all tightened their guns.

Ma Zhiyuan also drew his gun and held it in his hand. Zhu Yiming quickly did as he was told and stared nervously at the stairwell.

The Americans on the rooftop still have the most basic common sense, but the militants who dared to attack the police line are different. No one knows what these crazy guys will do.

All they can do now is to use the weapons in their hands to protect themselves and their families as much as possible.

Suddenly, there was a burst of intense gunfire from another rooftop more than a hundred meters away, and everyone's heart was instantly lifted.

Zhu Yiming thought they were armed men, but after a closer look he realized that it was not the case at all. The people who broke into the rooftop were actually several fully armed police officers!
The police were exchanging fire with Lao Mi who was hiding on the rooftop. Every time a gunshot was fired, Lao Mi was shot and fell to the ground.

Zhu Yiming was completely stunned: "Are they crazy?"

When he took Song Lei to see a doctor, he thought these police officers were all very good and were no different from the brown bear police officers. How come they changed so suddenly?

One bad apple spoils the whole barrel. Regardless of whether these police officers were exceptions or not, Zhu Yiming's impression of the Snow Bear Police plummeted at this moment.

The locals all started to stir, and some even shouted, "Help them, help them!"

But the weapons in Lao Mi's hands are basically pistols, and there are very few with rifles.

Moreover, the two sides are separated by a distance of hundreds of meters. As long as the other party is not deliberately targeting us, the bullets cannot hit us. On the contrary, if we take the initiative to open fire, we will definitely be counterattacked by the other party.

Between their own safety and the safety of strangers, Americans very rationally chose the former.

As for those noisy guys, let them shout, they don’t have guns anyway.

Not long after, the gunshots from the rooftop in the distance stopped, and the police officers disappeared somewhere, leaving behind corpses all over the ground.

Ma Zhiyuan stood up and took another look.

On the road, various vehicles loaded with militants sped past, rushing towards the municipal hospital with great momentum.

All the police officers who were originally guarding outside the hospital retreated into the medical building, and not even a ghost could be seen.

Ma Zhiyuan immediately understood.

Although the layout of a place like a hospital is not complicated, it has many corridors, rooms, and equipment.

Although the number of police officers is small, they have the advantage of being familiar with the environment and occupying the advantage of terrain to fight the militants indoors. It is hard to say who will win.

Moreover, there are so many infected people in the hospital. If the infected people are released at the appropriate time and the opportunity is taken to attack the militants by surprise, it would not be surprising to completely reverse the situation.

"There must be several thousand people here, right?" Zhu Yiming half-crouched behind the parapet, with only half his head sticking out from the top. "What a huge hatred and resentment!"

Looking at his cautious look, if human eyes could pop out of their sockets, this guy would definitely dig out his eyeballs and hold them in his hands to observe the situation outside.

Ma Zhiyuan was not very interested in the dispute between the two sides. His eyes fell on the bridge. Groups of old Americans were pouring over from the other side and joining the ranks of those surrounding the municipal hospital.

It seems that this confrontation will not be over for a while, and it is unrealistic to return to the other side from the bridge.

He thought for a moment, took out a pocket flashlight from his pocket, pointed it at the east bank, and pressed the switch in a very regular manner.

After repeating this several times, there was still no movement on the other side. Ma Zhiyuan's heart sank and he secretly prayed that nothing would happen to Lei Yong.

He sent out the signal again without giving up, and this time a little light finally appeared, flashing, flashing, and flashing again.

(End of this chapter)