Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 156 Precarious
Ou Yang sighed deeply. He didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble kept coming to him!
Zhu Yiming gnashed his teeth and grabbed the 221: "Damn it, are you looking for death?"

Ou Yang said nothing, took out his cell phone, switched it to camera mode and placed it on the dashboard, then crossed the ammunition belt across his chest and carried it on his back.

Then he opened the car door and jumped out with a PKM like Rambo, holding the machine gun in one hand and the ammunition belt in the other, and fired a long burst of shots at the opponent's feet.

In an instant, stone chips flew everywhere and bullets ricocheted.

Whether it was Torres or anyone else, at this moment, the only thing standing in the way of the car was the enemy.

An old black man was hit in the calf by a ricochet bullet, leaving a bloody hole the size of a fist.

Lao Hei lowered his head, looked at his calf which was missing half with confusion, then fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

The others looked at Lao Hei and then at Ou Yang, all with terrified expressions on their faces.

Where did the other side get the machine gun?

If they had known in advance that the Orientals had machine guns, they would not have dared to cause trouble openly no matter what.

Another black man quietly hid behind the Mexican man, and wanted to find a chance to shoot Ou Yang's gun. Unexpectedly, a man and a woman jumped out of the car, one holding a P90 and the other holding an unfamiliar rifle.

But as soon as they saw the caliber of the gun, they knew it was a weapon that could kill all beings equally.

Machine guns, shotguns, submachine guns. If there were another person, would he jump out with a rocket launcher?

Several Lao Mis swallowed their saliva at the same time, and Lao Hei immediately gave up his little idea and dared not move again.

Lao Mi, who heard the gunshots in the distance, looked over at the same time. After seeing the skin color of both parties, he immediately guessed the cause and effect.

It is influenced by stereotypes, but also by the fact that some blacks and Mexicans lower the overall quality of the people.

They immediately prepared their guns, but no one jumped out to meddle. Instead, they gathered in groups of three or five, vigilantly guarding their own territory.

The camping area is indeed much safer than the urban area, but accidents are not uncommon, and similar situations have occurred several times.

There are always some people in the world who break moral bottom lines in order to get something for nothing.

"Put down the gun!" Ou Yang shouted sternly, "Slow down! Don't force me to kill anyone!"

"Hey, don't get excited!" Lao Mo knew the situation well and was the first to put down his gun.

Someone took the lead, and the others had no choice but to surrender their weapons, including two rifles and three pistols.

Ou Yang swung his gun: "Back off!"

Several old Americans stepped back, and Ou Yang whispered, "Zhu Yiming, surrender your weapons!"

"Got it!" Zhu Yiming immediately took back the other party's gun. After a closer look, he found that all five guns were loaded with bullets and could be fired after the safety was turned on.

Ou Yang felt a surge of fear. He had hesitated just a moment, and now it was the three of them who were helpless.

"Get in the car, let's go!" said Ou Yang.

Zhu and Jiang were about to get on the car when suddenly two old men approached from a distance - the one in front was tall, with slightly curly chestnut hair. Although his face was full of wrinkles, it couldn't hide his mature charm.

He looks like a handsome middle-aged man with a lot of story.

Old Mi at the back had a blank expression on his face, his right hand always on the gun at his waist, but he just kept it pressed, not pulling it out.

Ou Yang turned the gun and aimed it at Lao Mi who came uninvited.

The handsome middle-aged man immediately stopped and yelled in dissatisfaction: "Hey, don't point your gun at people!"

Ou Yang kept silent with a sullen face. He neither moved the gun away nor asked the other party's purpose.

I will not offend others unless they offend me. In many cases, silence is the best answer.

The handsome middle-aged man was puzzled and took out his ID to show his identity: "ATF!"

Ou Yang raised his eyebrows, but remained unmoved.

Judging from the way he showed his ID and his tone, he seemed to be a law enforcement officer from a federal agency, but he had never heard of this abbreviation, let alone what kind of department it was.

Zhu Yiming was also completely unaware and didn't take the other party seriously at all.

Only Jiang Yuwei's expression changed, and she whispered, "This guy is from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives."

Ou Yang thought for a moment, lowered his gun, and asked, "What do you want?"

He had heard of the name, but had no specific idea about the department. Besides, government employees were also human beings and could not be trusted at all.

The handsome middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the old black man who was still lying on the ground. "First of all, I'm not targeting anyone, but we are members of the temporary law enforcement team. A shooting just happened here, and I have to ask what happened!"

The so-called law enforcement team is a temporary organization spontaneously established by the Americans in the camping area. It is composed of police officers, retired American soldiers and other law enforcement personnel who fled here. It is an armed force dedicated to maintaining order in the camping area.

"I've heard of you," Ou Yang said. "These guys have bad intentions. We were planning to move to another location, but they stopped us. It's that simple."

"He's lying!" roared the unharmed Old Black.

He was putting a tourniquet on the injured Lao Hei.

In Lao Hei's impression, Orientals have always been submissive. Even if they are bullied, beaten or robbed, they rarely fight back. He has long regarded the off-road RV as his own possession, but he never expected that he would be crippled by Orientals.

Ou Yang disdained to argue: "Want to see the evidence?"

"No need." The handsome middle-aged man said, "I'm not blind yet. I can tell right from wrong."

"What?" Lao Hei was anxious. "How could you side with these yellow monkeys?"

Ou Yang retorted: "You have any objection? Nigga!"

"Hey, calm down!" The handsome middle-aged man took control of the situation in time. "All of you, leave here immediately and don't cause any more trouble, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Ou Yang was dissatisfied, but didn't say anything.

This is not a city where order has collapsed, and killing people indiscriminately is not acceptable. Otherwise, those bullets would not have hit our feet, but would have sent all of our opponents to see God.

After saying that, he turned to look at Ou Yang: "Young man, how old are you?"

"What do you mean?" Ou Yang asked back warily.

The handsome middle-aged man didn't beat around the bush: "Where did you get your PKM? Do you have the proper documentation?"

Ou Yang frowned. "I don't need to tell you how chaotic the epidemic area is, do I? Without this machine gun, I would have died several times."

What he meant was, the machine gun is my life, and you can't even think about taking it.

"So, it's not legal, right?" the handsome middle-aged man asked.

Ou Yang kept silent.

He really didn't know how to deal with American law enforcement officers.

"Don't worry, I'm well aware of the situation in the epidemic area. The law is a dead letter, so I'm not going to question the legality of your machine gun." The handsome middle-aged man shrugged. "I just want to remind you that there's still some order in the camping area. Unless absolutely necessary, it's best not to take it out."

If possible, he would rather confiscate the machine gun on the spot than let it remain in the hands of a few half-grown children.

But is it wrong for these children to defend themselves when facing danger?
Oriental people have tender faces. In the eyes of the middle-aged handsome guy, these Oriental people in front of him are just children who have not yet reached adulthood.

Ou Yang finally put his heart at ease and nodded, "Thank you."

"No need." The handsome middle-aged man smiled. "However, I must remind you that you can only own it in the epidemic area. If you are allowed to leave the epidemic area, you must surrender all illegal firearms."

He glanced at Ou Yang and the others: "Is there a problem?"

"No problem." Ou Yang said.

"Very good." The handsome middle-aged man was about to leave, but turned around and came back, "By the way, I suggest you change places."

"I will!" Ou Yang said. Back in the car, Ou Yang put down the PKM and let out a sigh.

Without saying anything, Zhu Yiming immediately gave him a warm hug: "Well done, so handsome!"

After Zhu Yiming let go, Ou Yang raised an eyebrow at Jiang Yuwei and said deliberately: "Where's yours?"

Zhu Yiming had a lot of questions in his mind: Did I miss something?

Jiang Yuwei looked away disdainfully: "Childish!"

"Tsk, who cares?" Ou Yang put away his phone, drove the RV away from the river beach and parked it outside the RV area.

He didn't get too close, because the locals here might not be very fond of Oriental people, so it was better to keep a distance.

However, there are a lot of old people nearby, especially in the RV area. Many people open the awnings, set up tables and chairs and gather together to chat. It doesn’t look like they are fleeing at all, but rather they are on vacation here!
"Lao Mi is too careless!" Zhu Yiming muttered.

Ou Yang carried 171 on his back and said, "You two watch the car, I'll go down and take a look."

"Where are we going?" Zhu Yiming asked.

"It's nearby." Before he finished speaking, Ouyang had already gotten out of the car.

As soon as he showed up, he immediately attracted the attention of many Americans.

Ou Yang ignored all the gazes, walked around the RV, carefully identified the wind direction, and took deep breaths repeatedly.

At first glance, he looks like a young man who is suffocating in the car and wants to get some fresh air.

In fact, Ou Yang was trying to identify whether there was the smell of spores in the air to prevent any problems before they occurred.

I tried it several times in different locations, but couldn't smell any spores at all.

It took about ten minutes before and after, and Ou Yang returned to the car with satisfaction, just in time for the beef and potatoes to be cooked.

"Come, have a taste!" Zhu Yiming handed Ou Yang a pair of chopsticks.

There seemed to be a gleam in Jiang Yuwei's eyes, and she was very much looking forward to her cooking debut.

Ou Yang picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth with anticipation, but after chewing it twice, his expression changed: "Why can't I bite it?"

The stewed beef in his impression did not taste like this.

"No way?" Zhu Yiming tried a piece and also only chewed it twice.

Jiang Yuwei's face changed, she ate a piece unwillingly, and then she gave up immediately.

Ou Yang consoled him, "The saltiness is OK, but the meat isn't stewed enough."

"Then stew it for a while longer." Jiang Yuwei poured the vegetables back into the pot, but even after the potatoes were stewed into a paste, the beef was still too hard to chew.

Jiang Yuwei was dumbfounded, but it also aroused her unwillingness to admit defeat. She simply picked out the beef, added water and continued to stew it. As long as the meat was not rotten, she would continue to add water. If it didn't work once, she would try twice. If it didn't work twice, she would try three times.

This went on and on, and the meal that should have been eaten around 12 o'clock was forced to be postponed until 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

Ou Yang was already starving, but when the soft beef entered his mouth, all the waiting was worth it.

"We still lack a pressure cooker!" he said.

To use something without preparing it is worse than to prepare it without using it.

Zhu Yiming, who was busy eating, looked up and said, "Who said it wasn't true? The problem is that we didn't expect to have another chance to stew beef!"

"Let's go to the sales point tomorrow to have a look," said Ou Yang.

No matter how bad the emergency food tastes, it is not worth making a trip to Snow Bear just for a pot.

The three of them devoured the entire pot of beef and mashed potatoes in no time.

After dinner, white clouds gradually appeared in the originally clear sky. Not long after, the sparse clouds gradually merged into one. By evening, the sky was full of dark clouds and a storm was about to come.

A strong wind blew, and the awning on the RV swayed. The automatic version of the awning immediately retracted, and the non-automatic version could only be folded up by manpower. Lao Mi, who had been very leisurely just now, immediately became busy.

Not only do we have to collect the awnings, but we also have to collect the tables and chairs.

The tent area is not much better, with reinforced tents everywhere.

Even the heavy off-road RV was shaking in the strong wind.

Ou Yang quickly started the RV and pointed the rear of the car towards the wind, and the car body immediately became much more stable.

The planned barbecue was canceled due to the sudden change in weather, so we could only stew a pot of beef and potatoes in the car.

It's not that we don't want to stew something else, it's just that the ingredients available are limited. Apart from potatoes, it seems that only tomatoes can be stewed. However, the cooking skills of the three of us are either mediocre or half-hearted. We can come up with a method for stewing potatoes, but we have no idea how to stew tomatoes.

Ou Yang couldn't help but be infected. If he had watched more cooking videos in the past, he wouldn't be so stunned.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, a loud thunder rolled across the sky, and the rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell. The raindrops as big as beans hit the car, making crackling sounds.

Ou Yang almost thought it was hail!
The windshield was completely covered with rain. Sitting in the driver's seat, I could only see the scenery one or two meters outside the car at most. Anything farther away was blurry.

"Why is it raining so heavily? Will something happen?" Zhu Yiming said anxiously.

Ou Yang changed into a comfortable position: "It's okay, heavy rain won't last long. I'm most afraid of the kind of rain that's neither too heavy nor too light and never stops."

Zhu Yiming rolled his eyes: "Who told you it was raining? I was worried that someone would take advantage of the heavy rain to attack us!"

Ou Yang pointed to the four-way surveillance camera and said, "No problem, they're watching!"

The surveillance camera was also affected by the heavy rain, sometimes clear and sometimes distorted, and one could only barely see the situation nearby.

However, it's enough.

"You go to sleep, I'll keep an eye on you," said Ou Yang.

"I can't sleep. I'll sit with you for a while."

"Go away!" Ou Yang said with a look of disgust, waving his hands like chasing a dog away. "You dead otaku, why would I need you to accompany me?"

Zhu Yiming understood: "Oh, you dislike me because I'm a man, right?" He suddenly turned around and shouted with a smirk on his face, "Jiang Yuwei, Ouyang asked you to accompany... Mmmmm--"

"Get out!" Ou Yang grabbed Zhu Yiming and covered his mouth with his hand.

Jiang Yuwei's faint voice came from the back of the car: "You two can make trouble however you want, but don't drag me into it."

Ou Yang quickly tried to make amends: "Hey, don't worry, this guy is just a mouthfull, he deserves a beating!"

Jiang Yuwei turned over and said nothing.

Zhu Yiming stared at Ou Yang cheerfully: "Yo yo, are you still embarrassed?"

Ouyang Zhu Yiming waved his fist: "If you dare to say anything nonsense again, I will beat you up!"

Zhu Yiming laughed even more happily. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly froze: "What's that sound?"

Ou Yang also heard it, a roar similar to that of a train, but when he listened carefully it didn't sound like it and he couldn't tell what it was.

Just then, a flash of lightning tore through the night sky, and the sky and the earth were illuminated.

Right in front of them, many tents were crumbling in the wind and rain. A few old men who were soaked to the skin had left the tents at some point and were standing in water up to their ankles, looking helplessly at the tents filled with water.

Some people abandoned their tents and waded through the water towards the road, carrying all their belongings.

Even several tents had been washed away by the rising river water.

Witnessing this scene, Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming's expressions changed, and they both said in unison: "Flood, it's a flood——"

(End of this chapter)