"Head, where shall we kill these crocodiles?" Tom asked.

"It's right here." Jason looked at the location in the audience area and decided to kill near the entrance. "Find some good hands and hurry up."

"I can help with slaughter," Thompson came over and said to Jason. "My dad and I learned a lot when we went hunting in our hometown in Texas."

"Do you still have strength?" Jason looked at Thompson, who was covered in mud and water. "Would you like to bake a fire and eat something first?"

"I am full of energy at the thought of eating the meat of these guys later," Thompson said excitedly. Because of Hill's relationship, he did not want to show weakness in front of Jason. "No problem, Major."

"It's hard for you," Jason patted his arm.

"Cowboy, I think you need this," Tom handed over a sharp military dagger. "Let's work harder. Look at them

"Rodriguez, help us get some iron stamps. Please, buddy." Tom shouted to a soldier, "When you started, you packed all these things. You should know where they are."

"OK," Rodriguez agreed. He got up and ran toward the rain curtain.

"Tom, let's hang them first." Thompson took some ropes, tied one end to the crocodile's head, threw the other end from the beam, and fastened it on the post. "Like this, look."

The crocodile was hoisted and hung straight in front of them. Thompson slowly rotated his dagger around the crocodile's neck. It was hard for the knife to cut their skin. These crocodiles are not very old, and adult American crocodiles are generally more than 10 feet long.

The crocodile skin was cut open by a knife, and Thompson slowly tore it off along the seat of his neck. He saw pink meat exposed from the mouth.

"It looks like pork," Tom touched the crocodile's flesh. "It's even like the fat."

"When you say that, I feel a little like it." Thompson said, "Crocodile skin is a good material for luxury goods, but it is estimated that no one here wants to keep these skins."

"Hey, you are so skilled. Have you ever killed crocodiles before?" Tom looked at Thompson admiringly, "Look at your movements, I think you were a chef before."

"I have killed many animals before," Thompson did not look up, and his attention was still focused on the blade. The dagger in his hand cut quickly in the crocodile's body, and some white fat was thrown aside by him. He cut more than half of the whole crocodile skin, which was white inside and covered with a layer of light fat.

"The sign you want," Rodriguez came over with a big bag and put it aside.

The other three crocodiles were also hanged. Tom and others began to dismember the crocodiles like Thompson, and others began to come around to watch their slaughter performance.

"You can help put the meat on these iron tags," said Tom. "Then put some oil on them and sprinkle some spices, so they can be roasted on the fire."

The crocodile's skin was peeled off, and its body suddenly looked smaller. The meat inside was cut into small pieces and then strung together.

Someone went to take the oil and spices, and everyone started together. The efficiency was improved a lot at once.

The dressed meat kebabs were placed on clean plastic mats, and Hill and King joined the team. The two of them put meat on the skewers beside them, and then spread the spices evenly on them.

"Are these pepper salt and cumin? They smell good." Hill grabbed some spices and put them in his palm to smell.

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"That's right," Kim said. "I've never eaten crocodile meat. I don't know what it tastes like."

"The taste will definitely not lose to these military rations," Hill said quietly to Kim. "In fact, I'm tired of these things in the base."

The dressed meat skewers were taken to the fire and put on it. The oil on the skewers began to sizzle, and the attractive fragrance was distributed in the audience area.

"Dude, I can't help it." Tom finally finished cutting the crocodile meat in front of him. He threw down his knife and ran to pick up a bunch of burnt meat skewers to chew. "God, it tastes good."

"Hoo hoo," Tom kept blowing while eating the meat skewers. The oil on the freshly baked meat skewers was very hot, and his mouth was very hot for several times..

The roasted meat kebabs were sent to everyone's hands, and Hill also took one. She and Kim walked to Dr. Mario and them together.

"Doctor, you can have a try." Hill gave the meat skewers to Dr. Mario and his colleagues, and each member of the research team got several skewers.

"It tastes good," Dr. Martin praised. The oil on the skewer touched her lips. She put out her tongue to lick it and continued to taste the delicious food in her hands.

"If you can pickle it in advance, I believe it will taste better," Dr. Mario said with a smile. "I'm old, and I can't eat more of these heavy tastes."

Then he divided the meat skewers into Hill's and Kim's hands

"OK," Hill took the skewer and began to eat. This should be the first barbecue she had after the outbreak of mutation. All kinds of spices match the fresh and tender taste of crocodile meat, constantly stimulating her taste buds. Although he has a lot of things in his stomach, Hill is not willing to live up to the delicious barbecue.

The audience area is filled with the smell of barbecue, and most people are feasting on it. After Sigourney ate something, she hurried back to take care of Jennifer. She helped the conductor change the ice bag that was no longer cold, and put the new ice bag beside her on her forehead.

Jennifer, who had taken cold medicine, was now sleeping soundly, her forehead was still hot and her lips were dry.

Sigourney dipped a clean towel in some water and wiped her lips, making it slightly moist.

Jennifer's face was morbidly ruddy, and her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, as if her body was very uncomfortable.

"Sigourney," Christine came over and took the towel from Sigourney

"I've already eaten. Thank you, Christine." Sigourney shook her head, and her eyes fell on Jennifer's face, worried.

"Good girl, I see that you have been busy since noon and have only eaten a little food in the middle," Christine said. "You can't do that. What if Ms. Jennifer hasn't got better and you fall ill again?"

"Go ahead, I'll take care of it," Christine pushed Sigourney's arm.

"Well, please," Sigourney nodded. "I'll come when I'm done eating."

"Is Jennifer feeling better?" Matt came over and asked Christine, "Where's Sigourney? I saw her here just now."

"I asked her to have something to eat, Mr. Captain," Christine said. "The situation of the purser has not improved. I think she may need infusion treatment."

"There is no infusion equipment here," Matt sighed. "We don't know if there is a hospital in the Everglade Park. We can only find these equipment in the hospital."

"The nearest hospital to here should be in Homestead, Florida," Christine thought for a moment and said, "or would you like to discuss it with Major Jason?"

"Let's toast the cowboys." A group of soldiers gathered around the fire, eating barbecue and drinking beer excitedly. Tom stood up, raised the beer in his hand, and suggested, "The cowboy helped a lot in the crocodile hunt, and then we witnessed his skills in the slaughter process. To tell the truth, he is really great, much like me ten years ago."

"Ha ha, to the cowboys," the crowd burst into laughter, and everyone raised their beer and motioned to Thompson.

"Thank you, everyone," Thompson was very happy, and quickly stood up to retaliate. "My life was saved by everyone on Highway 106. I always want to thank you, until today God gave me this opportunity."

"I can do little to help you in the base, which makes me feel guilty and uneasy," Thompson said excitedly. "In the coming days, I hope I can make more contributions to our whole team."

"Good job," Jason came over. Thompson's words just made him have a new understanding of the young man from Texas.

"Thank you, Major." Thompson took a can of beer and touched Jason, and both of them took a sip. "If the beer is ice, it would be perfect."

"Major," Matt came over. "Would it be convenient to speak?"

"Of course, is it about Jennifer?" Jason asked.

The two men walked under the eaves on one side. Matt looked at the rain outside and found that the rain did not stop at all.

"Jennifer's condition is still not getting better," Matt said frankly. "My people judge that she needs infusion treatment."

"But now we have no equipment for infusion except some temporary drugs," Jason said

"You can't stay here any longer, Major," Matt said seriously. "As long as you nod your head, there will always be more solutions than difficulties."

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Matt," Jason's face looked puzzled. He didn't know what Matt meant by "as long as he nodded".

"We can find a hospital, and it's nearby," Matt said. "It's less than four miles (about six kilometers) from our location."

"Where?" Jason asked, he felt that this distance could be tried.

"Homestead, it's just north of us."