The camouflage military truck opened from the iron gate of the base, and four trucks followed each other head to tail. Most of the positions in the compartment were occupied by the materials carried, and the position near the rear was arranged to seat people.

There were two people in the driver's cab of each truck, and the others sat in two rows in the back compartment. Jason sat in the co driver's seat of the first car, and the truck left the gate of the base. The scenery outside made him feel familiar and strange.

"Huh, I finally came out. How long have we stayed here?" Sitting in the first carriage, Hill looked at the gate of the base that was going away behind her and sighed. Everything was going as she hoped. All that remained was luck.

"My body is going to rust when I stay in the base," Kim said, breathing the outside air and feeling fresh from her nose to her lungs. "The free air is really good."

"Why can't I smell it?" Thompson sniffed, but did not find any difference between the outside air and the base. The quarrel with Matt before the departure did not affect his mood. On the contrary, because he had just received all the equipment, his spirit seemed particularly excited. At this moment, Thompson's heart was eager to meet a group of zombies, so that he could immediately show his skills in front of Hill and Matt.

This car is at the front of the team, and the number of soldiers on it is the largest among the four trucks. The crew members and scientific researchers are arranged in the following three vehicles respectively. In addition to two soldiers in the cab, three soldiers are responsible for the protection work in the compartment of each vehicle.

"Can our motorcade pass through the dense water network in the Everglades?" Kim thought that when she traveled there before, she spent most of her time in a small hovercraft.

"Don't worry. I heard that there is a 9336 highway in the Everglades. Our motorcade should have no problem walking along the highway." When Thompson came to Florida for tourism, he also made a travel plan. There was the Everglades. He vaguely remembered a highway crossing from Miami.

"You are wrong, Thompson," Kim corrected him

"She's right, man," said a soldier sitting opposite. "If you stay in Florida longer, I'm sure you'll be as familiar with it as this beautiful lady."

"Ha ha, I see." Thompson nodded. "What do you call it?"

"Tom," the soldier on the opposite side introduced himself, "This is Brandon, Tracy, Ben and Al. Hey, Robert, introduce the brother next to you to this gentleman and the two beautiful ladies."

The strong black guy next to Thompson raised his right hand and motioned to them. "I'm Robert, and this is Elvis and Jeremy."

The black guy pointed to the two comrades on his left and introduced them. After that, he scratched his head and looked at Tom, not knowing what to say.

"I remember you," Hill pointed at him. "We met in the corridor before. Do you still remember?"

Robert smiled with embarrassment. That day, his friend Zack made light of Hill in the corridor and was hit back sharply by Hill.

"Where was your partner that day?" Hill looked at Robert's expression, knowing that he also remembered himself. "Why didn't you see him?"

"He's in the car behind," Robert pointed to the car behind. What he didn't say was that Zach learned from the side that Hill seemed to have some unusual relationship with their officer Jason. So when he left today, he specifically refused Robert's invitation and switched to the car behind, in order to avoid Hill and Jason.

"He seems very timid," said Hill, covering his mouth and laughing.

The truck is running on the flat ground. From time to time, some small wild plants are pushed into the wheels. When the truck passes, some of them are crushed into the soil, and then bounce back to their original appearance.

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Although the terrain nearby is flat, the hardness of the soil on the road is average. After the truck passes, two rows of clear wheel marks are left. The car bumps occasionally and is very stable most of the time.

The sky was gloomy, and the humidity in the air began to increase. After the excitement of starting, the people in the car began to be listless. The outside scenery becomes monotonous. Occasionally, there are some hills standing there, and no one can be seen in the field of vision.

I don't know how long it took, but Kim felt the noise of the car raised a little, and then it was stable again. She looked out of the hood and found that the motorcade had already driven on a highway, and there was more green on the roadside.

Some farmland began to appear in the field of vision, but most of them were large grasslands.

The motorcade went on for a distance and then stopped. Something seemed to be happening in front of him. Hill heard Jason in the cab use his walkie talkie to inform the soldiers in the vehicles behind him that they were on alert.

"What's going on?" Thompson asked, casting questioning eyes at several soldiers sitting opposite.

"Yes," Tom said simply. When he spoke, he had already held the gun in his hand, and then people jumped out of the car. Tracy and others followed him and got out of the car.

"Hey, don't get down, just stay in the car. These are the things that the soldier is going to deal with." Ben saw that Thompson was holding a gun and wanted to stop him immediately. "We are enough to deal with all the emergencies. You'd better stay in the car to be safer."

"I took a gun," Thompson said. "It's not fair. You're discriminating against me."

"This is an order," Ben's voice became serious.

"All right," Thompson put his hand down and gave up his plan to continue to fight.

"What is that?" Kim pulled the tarpaulin off the hood and looked forward through the gap.

"What?" Hill also leaned over. "It seems like a prison."

Hill guessed it right. Here is a prison located outside the Everglade. It is surrounded by a row of railings inlaid with iron grids. The top of the railings is installed with power grids. A few palm trees scattered nearby, their leaves like fans swaying gently in the wind.

A sign was erected outside the wall, with the words "No Approaching" written on it. Looking through the barbed wire, there was no one in the lawn.

The soldiers had already walked towards the building with guns. Jason left several people in the truck to continue to protect the safety of other members of the team.

Hill saw Jason leading people to the fence, and they began to cut the wire with pliers.

A rectangular barbed wire was cut and taken down, and the soldiers began to drill through the open hole. When these people came to the prison wall, they immediately dispersed and began to march towards the area divided by their respective tasks in groups.

The soldiers began to enter the interior of several buildings inside the prison, and their figures gradually disappeared into Hill's sight. Hill's heart began to get nervous. It had been some time since she left. The smooth road had once made Hill forget the danger in the road ahead. When she saw the battle the soldiers put forward, she did not know what would happen inside.

Before long, some sporadic gunshots began to come from the prison, and gradually the gunshots began to gather. The sound of explosion came from the distant house again, and some smoke rose into the air. Hill's hand tightly grasped the metal railings of the car, and her eyes began to show some panic.

Thompson took the gun in his hand, and he swallowed saliva to ease his nervousness.

The gunfire continued and everyone was watching the situation closely.

"Don't be too nervous, girls," Al said. He was arranged to stay to protect everyone's safety. "We are the most elite troops in Florida."

Al's words eased their tension a little, but the gray sky and the continuous gunfire in the distance still made them unable to completely relax.

"What happened before?" Dr. Mario asked a soldier outside the carriage.

"There is a prison in front of you. Take people with you to see if there are any survivors," the soldier said to Mario. "Don't worry, Doctor. You are safest in the carriage."

"All right," Mario nodded, without saying anything more.

"I have communicated our action plans to Washington, New Orleans and Houston through the Internet," Martin said to Mario

"It doesn't matter. We should try our best," said the doctor. "Many times we have very limited choices, so we can only do our best in limited choices."

"I haven't heard from you about that" mysterious man "these days," Dr. Mario asked. "Is there any new progress in this area?"

"I find that I can't keep up with him," Dr. Martin shook his head. "In the next few days, I will try again. If I lose someone, I will feed back the situation to Washington after I arrive in New Orleans, and let the old men worry about it."

"Mario, do you think I'm old?" Martin asked suddenly.

"Compared with me, you look very young," Mario smiled. "I'm curious why you suddenly have this idea."

"I have a feeling that if it had been ten years ago, I might have defeated this mysterious man," Martin sighed, and she pushed the glasses on her nose upward. "But now, the more I contact him, the more I feel powerless."

"Ten years ago? Maybe your opponent was just a child at that time." Mario said, and then he and Martin laughed.