Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 162 Basic Market

The sky brightened and the rain finally stopped. The trio and Lao Mi all breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it stops raining, it will only be a matter of time before the flood recedes.

The trio couldn't wait to hang their wet clothes outside the car, including their shoes. After getting permission, Lao Mi moved the mattress and cushions in the RV out of the car.

There were still people hanging on the steel frame. An old black man climbed up on his own initiative and brought back the news that the two people had already died.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh.

People do not share the same joys and sorrows. They are all strangers to each other and everyone celebrates their own survival. No one mourns for the victims who have passed away.

Even though I felt a moment of grief when I saw the body on the steel frame, I forgot about it as soon as I turned around.

Yesterday's camp had already been submerged by the surging flood. There were at least eight hundred innocent souls underwater, and only a few survivors. How could they have so much sorrow to offer?
The right thing to do is to keep living.

Ou Yang ordered everyone to turn the kitchen upside down and take out all the food they could find. Frozen meat products and various canned foods alone filled half of the dining table.

Looking at the table full of food, Lao Mi felt complicated.

This scene is too familiar. All movies and TV shows related to disasters have plots about food control, and there will definitely be subsequent plots about stealing food and expelling or executing voyeurs.

Baker pursed his lips: The gears of fate began to turn!
Ou Yang sorted the food he had found into eight roughly equal portions, then placed his hands on the table, imitating the gestures of a gangster boss. "Listen, I don't have time to play house with you, and I don't want to control or enslave anyone. All the food I could find is here, one portion per person. Find a way to keep it safe and eat sparingly. Maybe we can survive until the flood recedes."

After saying that, without waiting for Lao Mi to answer, he took the backpack from Zhu Yiming and swept three of them into the bag.

The five Lao Mi looked at each other, and none of them expected this result.

Shouldn't the villains keep them together, and the protagonists use cheats to kill them?
After watching the trio enter the cab, an old black man took the lead and planned to take his share.

Baker quickly blocked Old Black's way and said, "Hey, don't be impulsive. There's only so much food. Don't you think it would be better to manage and distribute it in a unified way?"

"Get out of here!" Old Black ignored him, thrust Baker aside with his shoulders thrust, pulled open the curtains and packed his own bag on his back.

The other black man followed suit and took away one as well.

Baker still didn't give up and wanted to persuade the two old Americans with the same skin color as him, but no matter how he talked, he couldn't stop others from taking action.

"You will regret this!" Baker roared angrily.

"What's wrong with this kid?" Zhu Yiming asked in surprise.

"I played too many games and thought of myself as the protagonist!" Ou Yang was playing with the bus keys, somewhat absent-mindedly.

Things like one-button start and keyless entry are popular in China, and are standard equipment in any high-end car; the national conditions here are different, and even such a luxurious RV still requires a car key.

He now particularly wants to know what the remaining keys are used for, apart from the car keys.

"I'm a self-centered gamer, I figure out the rest myself," Jiang Yuwei said.

"Oh!" Zhu Yiming understood a little, "This is because I was hit by reality!"

"Deserve it!"

"That's a really beautiful move." Zhu Yiming glanced at the maddened Baker and exclaimed in admiration, "In ancient times, two peaches killed three warriors, and now there's eight pieces of food scattering five meters!"

The five Lao Mi originally shared the same hatred and were united, but Ou Yang just distributed the food and directly dispersed the opponent's team.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Ou Yang hurriedly stopped him. "Oh my god, can you please stop making up stories? You've polluted my ears."

"Isn't this the result you want?"

"Bullshit, I didn't think that much."

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei both showed expressions of disbelief.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you!" Ou Yang was also helpless. Why didn't anyone believe him when he told the truth?
Suddenly, a fierce quarrel was heard from behind. The three people listened for a few words and roughly understood that the two Lao Mi were arguing over a cabinet with a key.

Although luxury RVs are large, there is not much space to hide things. Isn’t this a problem?

Zhu Yiming's eyes changed again when he looked at Ou Yang: "That cabinet, you left it there on purpose, right?"

Ou Yang rolled his eyes: "Yes, I left it, okay?"

"That's right, wouldn't it be better if you just admitted it earlier?" Zhu Yiming finally got the answer he wanted, "What is there to hide from us?"

"Yes, yes, you are right!" Ou Yang finally understood the profound meaning of "the truth is often in the hands of a few people".

At noon, the submerged bridge was exposed to the light of day again, but it was no longer the same as it was originally.

In addition to the deformed steel frame, the guardrails on both sides have also been deformed to varying degrees. Some mud and sand have accumulated in the corners of the bridge, and the thickest part is as deep as the knees.

There was already a piece of rotten wood stuck under the luxury RV, and the bottom of the car was filled with mud and sand.

But the approach bridge is still submerged in water, and the bridge is still an isolated island surrounded by floods.

An old man couldn't wait and jumped out of the car with all his food, walking towards the off-road RV with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

It was obvious that he didn't want to stay on the bus anymore and planned to find another place to stay.

Zhu Yiming immediately quit: "Oh my god, what does he want to do?"

Ou Yang grabbed the door, half of his body hanging outside the car and yelled: "Hey, that's our car!"

Lao Hei stopped, looked at Ou Yang and then at the off-road RV, looking incredulous.

Ou Yang emphasized again: "Ours, understand?"

Lao Hei turned around and walked back in frustration, cursing countless times in his heart.

The other Lao Mi also heard Ou Yang's shout, and their expressions were not very good.

Baker's face turned pale and blue, like a dyeing factory. He gritted his teeth and muttered softly, "I knew it, I knew it, damn Orientals!"

"Did you hear what he said?" Baker said angrily. "How could the RV possibly be theirs? He just wants to take more and own more! He wants to keep it for himself!"

"Forget it, Baker." The middle-aged woman advised, "They have guns, and the food is distributed fairly. Don't keep babbling like a reliable person."

Baker was stunned: "You don't believe me?"

"What does it matter whether I believe it or not?" The woman said rationally, "We have to think about how to survive now, not listen to your nonsense."

"That's right!" An old black man applauded.

"That's right!" another old black man agreed.

"awesome!"

Baker couldn't believe it was true. Of the five old Americans, not one supported him?

What's wrong with this world?
In the afternoon, the clouds gradually thinned out, and the bright sunshine shone through. The clothes hung outside dried quickly.

The trio immediately changed into their own clothes and couldn't wait to leave the bus, walking on the mud and sand that had not yet dried up and returning to the off-road RV.

After circling around twice, the three of them were surprised.

From the surface, apart from the close contact between the left side of the car body and the steel frame, there is a dent on the right side of the car body left by the impact, but no other damage was found, and even the windows are intact.

Ou Yang took out the key and opened the car door, and the three of them got in one after another. Lao Mi, who had been paying attention to this, was surprised. He thought the trio was going to use violence, but he didn't expect them to have the key, which confirmed the ownership of the off-road RV.

There were still a lot of water stains in the car, and everything, from the seats to the beds, was soaked.

The three men opened all the doors and windows of the car, then took out everything that could be disassembled and removed from the car, and placed them on the ground to dry in the sun.

Then, he checked the entire car inside and out.

All the food in the refrigerator was gone, and the stored rice and flour were soaked in water, leaving only some emergency food.

That’s not a big deal, the food from the luxury bus is enough to fill the gap.

All the spare ammunition was soaked in water, but it did not affect their use. The problem was that the 171, 221 and P90 were all washed away by the turbulent water.

Zhu Yiming not only lost his 221, but also the pistol that was originally fixed on the outside of his thigh, leaving only an empty holster.

Jiang Yuwei only has the revolver left, and Ou Yang only has 43 left.

The trio's firepower dropped significantly.

Without saying a word, Ou Yang pulled out the unidentified pistol and slapped it into Zhu Yiming's hand: "This is yours!"

After that, he took out the Glock 18 from the passenger seat's glove box.

Zhu Yiming was stunned: "You didn't lose your gun?"

Ou Yang chuckled: "Isn't this because it's too heavy?"

When you first get a gun, you are extremely excited, but after a while you will find that it is too heavy. It is okay to carry it occasionally, but hanging it on your body every day is simply torture!
It's not convenient to hang it by your legs while driving, so I took it off and put it in the glove box.

Unexpectedly, I got the chance to keep the gun.

In addition, there were 191 and PKM, both of which were left in the car and were soaked in water.

The three of them divided the work, Jiang Yuwei dried the ammunition, Ou Yang and Zhu Yiming divided the work, disassembled all the weapons that had been soaked in water, wiped them carefully inside and out, and coated each part with a layer of gun oil for good maintenance.

The next step was to redistribute the firepower. Ou Yang took out the tactical accessories that had been unused for a long time, replaced the Glock with a long magazine, and hung it on his body to use it as a submachine gun temporarily to slightly increase the firepower.

As for 191 and PKM, whoever wants them can have them. Anyway, Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei don’t want to get involved.

The 191 is a high-precision version with a longer barrel than the regular version. It would be a waste of its talent to use it as an ordinary rifle, and Ouyang is the best shooter among the three.

PKM is extremely heavy, and Jiang Yuwei's small body can't bear it at all. Zhu Yiming knows how to use it, but he can only ensure the density of firepower, not accuracy. Ou Yang, who has the strongest strength, is still the best at it.

Besides, no one can carry such a long and heavy gun around from morning to night. It is better to throw it in the car than to show it off in public.

Between two evils, choose the lesser one. After careful consideration, Ou Yang gave the tactical Glock to Jiang Yuwei, Zhu Yiming took the 191, and he himself used the PKM.

In short, although the losses are not small, through reasonable distribution, it is still possible to ensure that each person has two guns.

In troubled times, having a gun is the only thing that matters, everything else is bullshit!

Ou Yang secretly made up his mind that if he had the chance again, he would equip everyone with self-defense pistols, combat pistols, light submachine guns and rifles!
After restoring basic self-protection capabilities, the next step is to solve the problem of the car.

This damn place is in the middle of nowhere and has been flooded again. Whether we return to Snow Bear or continue on our way, we need a means of transportation.

Unless there is really no other way, Ou Yang doesn't want to strain his legs.

But the situation in the car was hard to describe. Ou Yang scratched his head and looked at Zhu Yiming: "Who of you two can fix the car?"

"will not!"

Looking at Jiang Yuwei again: "What about you?"

"I do not know either."

Ou Yang sighed: "Isn't this troublesome?"

"I'll go ask Lao Mi, maybe someone here knows."

Ou Yang shook his head and refused: "Forget it, you know what our relationship with Lao Mi is. If we let them come, I'm afraid they will do something!"

"What should I do?"

"No problem!" Ou Yang spread his hands and opened the hood. He thought it must be full of mud and sand, but he found that the situation was not so bad. There was indeed mud and sand, but not much.

Looking at the equipment compartment, the situation is similar.

"No problem, clean it first, then dry it, and then test the car after it's dry. If it doesn't work, ask Lao Mi!" Ou Yang set the tone, and the three of them immediately took action. Those who could use tools used tools, and those who couldn't use tools just started to work. Everything they saw was cleaned up.

Zhu Yiming couldn't help but ask, "Is this okay?"

"Maybe," Ou Yang said. "Good quality electrical appliances can still be used after being soaked in water and dried."

"Can cars be the same as electrical appliances?"

"Just try it and you'll know," Ou Yang said.

Although he said so, he did not dare to be careless at all. He repeatedly asked to wait until it was completely dry before testing the car, otherwise the circuit would be destroyed!

He immediately loosened the nut, removed the positive nut of the starter battery, and touched the terminal, but there was no response.

Ou Yang's expression changed slightly, but he tried again and it was the same.

"Is the battery low?" Zhu Yiming asked.

Ou Yang nodded: "Let's go and check out the battery pack!"

He opened the battery compartment on the side of the car body and found that the water inside had not dried up yet. However, no matter how little he knew about electricity, he knew that after being soaked in the flood overnight, the possibility of the battery pack surviving was almost zero.

Zhu Yiming sat on the ground in frustration: "Isn't this all in vain?"

"It's not that serious." Ou Yang said, "There is a generator on the car. It will definitely work after it dries up. If there is no problem with the battery, it will just be charged."

"What if the generator doesn't work?"

Ou Yang turned to look at the bus: "Isn't there another car? It must have a generator... and batteries!"

They are all RVs, so just dismantle whatever is missing.

"What are we waiting for!" Jiang Yuwei took the lead and walked towards the luxury RV.

Zhu Yiming supported himself with his arms and stood up: "That's right, let's go back to the bus!"

The three of them walked with great speed, but just as they arrived at their destination, a panicked old black man suddenly fell out of the side door of the bus and fell to the ground with his whole body prostrated.

The next second, Baker rushed out with a kitchen knife in hand and stabbed Lao Hei in the back again and again: "Mine, mine, all mine——"

The three men's expressions changed at the same time, and they all drew their pistols at the same time.

Baker realized something was wrong and turned around to look at the trio in a daze. The ferocity on his face instantly turned into astonishment. The difficulty and speed of this operation were almost comparable to face-changing.

His hand loosened, and the bloody kitchen knife fell to the ground: "Don't, don't kill me, I have money, I will give you money, I..."

boom--

(End of this chapter)