There are a row of rooms on both sides of the passage, each room is locked by an iron door, and adjacent rooms are separated by thick cement walls. This is the place where the prison holds prisoners. Some of the prisoners in the prison have died, and their bodies are rotting behind the iron gate. Most criminals have mutated into zombies. When they heard the soldiers coming in, they threw themselves on the iron door of the cage and roared outside.

Jason made a gesture to his teammate behind him, and the people behind him split into two teams and began to clean up the zombies inside the iron gates on both sides of the passage. The bullets ejected from the muzzle of the pistol went through the gap on the iron door and into the heads of the zombies. The black blood with the smell of smell sprayed out from the back of their heads and splashed on the wall behind them. A dead body fell down and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

After Jason's people quickly cleaned up the zombies in the room, a group of people walked through the passage into another area, which connected to the indoor activity area of the prison. The indoor activity area is not large. There is a rectangular table and many seats in it. On the front wall, there is a LCD TV with a large screen. Sound reinforcement equipment is installed in four corners of the activity area.

This is usually a place for prisoners to play movies and entertainment programs. At this time, the ground is full of litter and remains of corpses. The smell in the room is very strong. A dozen zombies in prison clothes rushed at the soldiers coming in from the door when they saw them.

The gunshot rang again, and the bullet passed through the body and head of the zombies, leaving one small hole after another on the wall behind them. Several zombies luckily jumped on the soldiers. Their approach caused some confusion to these soldiers, but the confusion only lasted for a short time. Other soldiers quickly came to help and killed the last few zombies that came close.

"Brothers, don't be careless," Jason told his soldiers

"Rodriguez," Jason said, pointing to a soldier, "you just lost your mind. If you continue to do this behind you, good luck may not continue to favor you."

Rodriguez nodded. The zombies that had just rushed to his side made him afraid, which led to his loss of his usual composure. Fortunately, in the panic, his teammates behind him made up their firepower and helped them out.

"Continue," Jason said calmly, "our goal is to check whether there are survivors here. If there are survivors, we will take them with us. We must completely remove all the zombies in our sight, leaving no hidden danger."

The team continued to move forward. After passing through the indoor activity area, they entered a long and narrow area. Jason always walked at the front, and he timely communicated the situation in front to the soldiers behind him through gestures and concise instructions.

Jason came to the door of a room, made a stop gesture to the people behind him, and then took an M67 grenade from the belt around his waist.

Jason quickly opened the door, threw the grenade that had removed the messenger into it, and then immediately closed the door, and the whole person quickly flashed aside.

"Boom," with a loud noise, the wooden door was washed down from the wall by the explosive air wave and hit another wall opposite it, and the ground was covered with wood chips. The smoke drifted out of it. After the smoke had dispersed a little, Jason looked inside.

"The danger has been cleared," Jason held the gun and continued to walk forward, with his teammates behind him.

Several soldiers looked inside as they passed the door of the room. They were all surprised by what was going on inside. The room was full of corpses broken by grenades. Someone estimated that there were about ten zombies here before.

Jason's handling method is right. Everyone is in a narrow and long channel. If you open the door here rashly and let these zombies flow out of it, you may cause fatal damage to the whole team.

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And there is nothing that can't be solved by one grenade. If there is, there are two.

"Time has passed for a long time. They haven't come back yet. Will they encounter any danger?" Hill's heart is no longer as relaxed as when he started.

"Don't worry. Al said before that they are the most elite troops in this state," Thompson comforted her. "By the way, is our destination New Orleans or Houston?"

"I don't know, maybe it will be a choice," Hill thought for a while and said, "Jason and Doctor have not determined the final destination. I guess they may make a decision in the second half of the journey."

"If so, I hope it's Houston," Thompson began to look at the distance, "it's not far from my hometown, and I can invite you to my home."

"Of course, if my family and house are still there," Thompson continued, "I really miss the time when I used to go to the NBA basketball games with my father. I tell you, among the three Texans, my favorite is the German chariot. Of course, the big giant from China is also great."

"Kim and I have also seen NBA games in Miami," Hill was brought to basketball by Thompson. "I also like the big man you said. He looks very gentle and looks like a gentleman when he doesn't play. But his style of play is very tenacious. If he is on the court, he is more like a soldier."

"As the only person in the NBA who can suppress" Shaq "O'Neal in the inner line, I feel that he will be in the Hall of Fame in the future." Kim also likes watching basketball games. When we talked about this topic, she began to get excited. "When will it be my turn to enter the Hall of Fame for the" Flash Man "of the Miami Heat?"

"Thompson, how are you playing basketball?" Hill asked him.

"When I was in college, I was a star player of the school," Thompson said with a Desser expression on his face. "And my scoring ability was first-rate."

"I think you were probably just a rookie on the court when you were in college," said Al, who was standing outside the carriage and was in charge of guarding. He smiled at Thompson and saw that he was bragging in front of the girls.

"Hey, it's too much, man," Thompson complained in some dismay when he saw that Al had torn down his cowhide.

"Ha ha," Hill and Kim both covered their mouths and laughed.

"Al, why are you so sure Thompson is just a rookie on the court?" Kim asked curiously.

"Do you want me to tell the truth?" Al asked that although he said this to Kim, his eyes were asking Thompson.

"Go ahead and see what you can say." Thompson was not convinced. Although Al's judgment was correct, it made Thompson lose face in front of the girls, so he planned to find this place later.

"A star player must first have excellent physical quality," Al said. "We can't see talent in ordinary times, but physical quality is very intuitive."

"Well," Hill and Kim nodded, motioning for Al to continue.

"Look at our little brother in Texas, he is less than 6 feet tall, and his strength is not too prominent," Al looked at Thompson, "This kind of physical quality should only be considered to be below the average in a college team. If you really say you are a star player, you need to have super class basketball talent to make up for your weaknesses in physical quality. Besides, people with super class talent generally do not appear in decent schools. Only street communities can produce such talents, such as Allen Iverson."

"Well, I admit that you are quite reasonable," Thompson said with a sly smile, "but your words do not hinder the fact that I am a star player."

"Thompson is really a star player," Al said following his words. "Maybe in a few years, we will see this name on the TV screen together with the NBA championship trophy."

"The world has become like this. Do we still have NBA to watch in the future?" Kim sighed.

"We will win," Al encouraged the three young people in the carriage. "The United States has never lost in any just war."

"But..." Jin hesitated, but did not know whether to say it.

"But what?" Al asked her.

"Nothing," Kim sighed. "Maybe it's my confidence. Alas...".

"I can understand your feelings," Al smiled

"The leader often told us that on the battlefield, people who are more afraid of death tend to die faster, because they are frightened and afraid. These two emotions will make them lose their calm to protect themselves." Al looked at the direction of the prison, where the gunfire had gradually disappeared, "so we should not lose confidence at any time."

"Have you ever been afraid?" Hill asked.

"No, I'm not afraid." Al was about to take his eyes back when he saw Jason and their figures in the prison.

"Look, they are back." Thompson saw the soldiers appear in the prison wall. They drilled through the holes cut in the barbed wire and drew closer to the motorcade.

"1, 2, 3, 4......" Hill counted the number of people, "God bless, they are back."

Cheers came from the carriages of several trucks nearby. Hill guessed that they should have seen the returning soldiers.

Hill's eyes fell on the tall and strong figure in front of him, and his heart fell back to his stomach.

"Boss," Al went to meet Jason and the others. "How's it going?"

"Nobody survived in the prison," Jason felt a little heavy. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand and told the soldiers around him, "All the staff should rest in place for 10 minutes. The people left behind should keep on guard. We should go on the road 10 minutes later."