When the day came for the operation to begin, Kim and Hill were ready to start. After packing, they came to Thompson's room and saw him sitting on the bed in a daze.

Hill walked over and shook his hand in front of Thompson, and he came to his senses.

"Go away, what's going on?" Hill said.

Thompson said "Oh" and carried one of the two backpacks beside him on his back and the other in his hand. The three men walked out of the room together. Thompson looked back inside and closed the door.

There are several camouflage military trucks parked on the site inside the gate of the base, and some soldiers are standing beside them. Jason is directing them to load materials onto the trucks. Because this time, all people are going out together, so important materials will be brought along as much as possible, leaving behind things of lower weight.

Hill and his crew met in the corridor. Matt was talking with his colleagues while walking. When he saw Hill and his crew appeared in the front corridor, he nodded to them as a greeting.

"Hello, Captain," Hill waved to them. Jennifer didn't look good when she saw the girl who bumped her in front of her. She gave a cold "hum" and turned around.

Jennifer's reaction fell into Hill's eyes, making her expression slightly stiff. However, Hill quickly adjusted her mood. She smiled magnanimously and said to the rest of the crew: "I hope everything goes well this time."

"Thanks to Mr. Tommario, we just got this vacation trip in Everglades Park," Kevin said in a somewhat unkind tone. In the opinion of most of the crew members, they were completely involved by the scientists of the Tampa Research Institute when they came to this point. If it were not for sending these scientists to Washington, they would not end up trapped in this small secret base, and now it is these scientists who encourage those soldiers with developed limbs and simple minds to move to Fort Myers.

"Mr. Kevin," Thompson was a little upset when he saw that Hill's kindness was getting sarcasm, "In my hometown, we men can only ride horses or carry guns, and there has never been anyone around me who can fly an airplane. I always think that airplanes are 10000 times more difficult to control than guns and horses, so you belong to the kind of people I respect. From your words, I can hear that you seem to have a better plan. Do you want to stay or take other routes to go out?"

"Oh, yes, in fact, you can take people with the same ideas as you, go to Lago Island to Key West, and then go to Havana in Cuba. Flying experts like you have always been heroes in the eyes of the people there." Thompson said, "You can also take a vacation on Shuglov Island or Cacho Island to enjoy the island style, so that you can see the journey."

"Hey, Texas cowboy," Kevin was irritated by Thompson's words, "it's not on the plane now, and there's no airline to pay attention to our attitude towards passengers, so I won't be too polite to you. Just disappear from my eyes before I get angry, otherwise I will give you some color to see."

"With a fist or a gun? Officer~Captain," Thompson provoked, "I'm familiar with these two things."

"Well," Matt stopped Kevin who was going to continue to speak, and also interrupted Thompson. "Gentlemen, let's save our strength for the road. Our enemies are not each other, but the American alligators in the Everglades."

"Thompson, let's go," Kim said. "There's no need to waste too much words here."

The three men turned and left, leaving the crew behind.

"Two self righteous girls, plus a local bumpkin from Texas, do they really think they are great?" Jennifer looked at hill and their backs and roast that she had been working in the service industry for a long time and had been asked to face customers with a smile. She suffered many grievances at work and was depressed emotionally. Now here, without work, the mentality has changed a lot, and those negative emotions have slowly begun to rebound.

"We should look after each other on the road. Why do you want to make enemies pointlessly?" Matt said, "It's not your usual style."

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"I just can't stand these three guys who were saved from the road. They always want to show off," Jennifer said

"Stop talking, Doctor, they are coming." Matt stopped Jennifer's complaint and went to greet Dr. Mario and them with a smile. Jennifer immediately changed her smile and walked over together.

"I'm relieved to see you so energetic," said Mario. "To be honest, I was worried about this action last night, but now we really have to leave here."

"You're right, Doctor," Jennifer nodded. "We had a discussion yesterday, and we all agreed with the plan."

"I hope everyone can arrive in Houston or New Orleans smoothly," Martin said, looking at Jennifer. "These two places have our large shelters, so that all of us can start a new life there."

"I hope everything goes well," Matt said. "Let's get together outside."

"OK," the two groups of people walked toward the outside boldly, and the people behind them followed their leaders clearly.

When everyone came to the field outside, a soldier began to count the number of people present. After confirming that everyone was present, he hurried to report to Jason.

"Everyone, be quiet," Jason shouted to everyone with a megaphone in his hand. "All men stand here, and Sergeant Stephen will distribute weapons to you later. Ammunition can be carried according to your weight bearing capacity."

"The rest of the women come here to ask me for light weapons," Jason continued. "If they are unwilling to carry weapons, they can also give up. Note that only women have the qualification to give up receiving weapons, so men must receive weapons, including Mario Bosch and the captain."

Jason smiled at Mario and Matt and pointed to the place where he received the weapons. Sergeant Stephen was standing there, with two soldiers beside him helping him distribute weapons and ammunition.

"We'll go there first, Martin," Mario said. "You, Annie and Selena should go to see Major Jason."

"OK," Martin nodded and walked towards Jason with two female assistants behind him.

Hill and King also came to Jason's side, and everyone lined up in front. Hill saw that Dr. Martin had passed by and greeted her with a smile.

"Hi, Dr. Martin," Hill looked at the two female assistants behind Dr. Martin and said hello to them. "Hello."

"Hill, did you sleep well last night?" Martin smiled. She saw the dark circles under the eyes of Hill and King. "It seems that you two little girls haven't slept well."

"We are going to start today, and I am very worried," Jin said. "We seem to have bad luck. Look at the weather, it seems that it is going to rain."

"Don't worry," Hill pointed to the military truck beside him

"You two watched carefully," Martin looked at Jason who was distributing weapons in front. "What gun do you choose later?"

"Pistol, we all practice this in the shooting training room," Hill said. "What about you, Doctor?"

"Me? I'm not going to need a gun," Martin waved. "I won't use it either."

"Hey, Hill," Hill lined up in front of Jason, and their eyes returned to normal after a moment of communication. Jason spread out his weapons in front of Hill, "which one do you want to choose?"

"This gun should be suitable for me," Hill picked up an M9-92FS and looked at the beautiful metallic luster on the black body of the gun. She held the gun in her hand and played with it. "It felt the best among the guns I used in the training room."

"It's a three-point sight, very suitable for you, and its weight is moderate," Jason nodded, took the gun in Hill's hand, and taught her some skills of quick unloading and loading, as well as the essentials of aiming and shooting. He teaches very carefully and spends more time than others.

Hill enjoyed this special treatment. Her hand was held by Jason from behind, and Jason began to teach her to aim. His posture reminded Hill of the scene of two people in the dormitory the night before yesterday. Hill's face was slightly hot.

"Do you remember?" Jason's words sounded in his ear. Hill nodded and then said quietly to Jason, "It's OK if you don't remember. I'll stay next to you then."

Jason smiled and nodded, and began to arrange the people behind Hill to continue to select guns.

"They only hook up with men." Jennifer looked at the flirtation between Hill and Jason at the back of the line and cursed in a low voice. "Do you think men are really reliable?"

The team of men is much longer than that of women. There are only a few types of weapons available to them. Only M4 carbines and M14 precision shooters rifles are available. The former is generally provided to American ground forces, while the latter is mostly equipped with marine corps and fleet anti-terrorism support teams.

All men are allowed to carry one or two more pistols. In the early stage, if they can get it, only the M9A1 pistol can be selected. This model of pistol is improved on the original M9. It allows loading and unloading of PAQ-6 laser sight, and is mostly equipped in security forces, anti-terrorism teams, military guards and military investigation units.

Thompson took two M9A1, inserted them into the holsters, and then hung the holsters under the ribs on both sides of his body. Among the light weapons, he chose an M14, which has higher accuracy than the M4. When Thompson tried to aim, he found that he had a feeling of hunting before.

In the box next to it are some M67 fragment grenades, which are equipped with 3-5 second delay tubes. After explosion, the single piece produced by the fragmentation of the shell of the hand LIU can form an effective range with a radius of about 15 meters, and the lethal range is within the radius of 5 meters.

Thompson wanted to take some M67 fragment grenades, but Sergeant Stephen refused. He told Thompson that this kind of grenade can only be provided for professional soldiers.