Kevin slowed down, and the oncoming cars noticed them. When he came near, the cars on both sides stopped.

Some people jumped off the truck. They carried guns and hit Kevin's truck with tactical flashlights. For a moment, the light of the flashlight stung the people in the cab.

"It's Kevin and them. Put down your guns, brothers." Jason saw the people sitting in the opposite truck, waved to the soldiers beside him, and the two ran after him.

"Major!" Kevin and Mason walked out of the car and looked at the figures coming with surprised faces.

"Where are the others?" Jason looked into the cab.

"Major, here we are," a voice came from the trunk. Sigourney helped Jennifer to the back of the car. Two soldiers behind Jason ran to help them get off the car.

"Where are Robert and Jeremy?" Without seeing his subordinates, Jason suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"They were ambushed at the Flamingo Tourist Center..." Kevin said sadly. "Only a few of us survived."

"Major, the people who attacked us just drove their trucks past," said Sigourney. "They went to the tourist center, where they lived."

"Sure enough," Jason finally determined the identity of the other party.

"Mr. Deputy Captain, you did a good job. You not only brought your colleagues back, but also our truck." Jason patted Kevin on the shoulder and praised his behavior. "Now I will take my brothers to find these bastards. Take them back to the lookout stand along the way, and Sergeant Stephen will stay there."

Kevin and his three female companions were relieved to hear that the lookout was still under their control.

"Major, do you need me to arrange one or two people to accompany you to the tourist center?" Kevin said, "We should know more about the situation there."

"Well, that would be the best," Jason nodded. "Ms. Jennifer seems to be getting better. Have you found the hospital?"

"Yes, Major," Sigourney lifted the backpack in her hand. "We also brought back some medicine and infusion equipment."

"Very good," Jason finally felt better after hearing the news

"No problem, Major." Kevin turned to Mason and said, "Mason, why don't you take the trouble to accompany Major and them to the tourists again?"

"I'd love to. I'm not afraid of anything if they're here, Major." Mason secretly looked at Jason. The man's resolute face made her feel safe.

"Let's get going," Jason ordered the soldiers.

"Bon voyage, wait for us at the lookout," Mason waved to Sigurney and they followed Jason's car. Trucks roared and crossed, four to the south and one to the north.

"Miss Mason, if it's convenient, please tell us about the situation there." Jason looked at Mason sitting beside him and was curious about their experience in the tourist center. Of course, he was more concerned about the information of those who attacked the lookout tower camp.

"There are few of them, only four of them. The fat man named Derek is the leader, and the other three are his subordinates, a strong man, a bald black man, and a thin man." Mason put his thoughts together and said the information he thought of.

"These people used to be security guards at the tourist center," Mason said after thinking for a while.

"Just less than an hour ago, a large number of zombies attacked the lookout tower," Jason's words stunned Mason

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"My God!" Mason exclaimed, covering her mouth in disbelief.

"I don't know the specific loss situation at present, and I may have to wait until I go back to find out which familiar faces have been lost in the team." Jason's face was a little gloomy, and the cool wind kept blowing in from the window at night, which had already blown away his anger before he left.

"We thought too simply before. We only wanted to stay away from the town to avoid zombies, but ignored the evil hidden in this troubled world." Jason shook his head, as if to put his depressed mood behind him. "My brothers, did they die in pain?"

"Robert and Jeremy?" Mason asked.

"Well, Kevin said they were killed in the attack," Jason looked at Mason and nodded.

"When we were attacked, Sigourney and I stayed in the truck with Ms. Jennifer, and Mr. Kevin and your soldiers got off to find the hospital," Mason recalled. "Mr. Kevin and his men were attacked at that time. When we saw him again, we were captured by those people in the lobby of the tourist center."

"Do you know where the body is?" Jason asked.

"On a bridge," Mason gestured, "that bridge connects the two sides of the tourist center pier, and the hospital is behind the dense forest on the other side of the bridge."

"Didn't you meet anyone else when you escaped? Did you find anything special, including in the hospital?" Jason continued.

"I didn't meet anyone else. I didn't even see a zombie," Mason said, shaking her head. "Except for some traces of damage, other places in the hospital were fine. After they caught us, they tied us up and locked us in a room in the lobby of the tourist center, and then their people disappeared. Then Sigourney helped me bite the rope off my hand, and we were able to escape."

"If there is no zombie in the tourist center, it's strange." Jason was puzzled. He thought it was not Mason that they did not encounter the zombie, because Derek and his colleagues had transported all the zombies there to the observation tower. What puzzled Jason was how these people put so many zombies into the carriages of these trucks.

"It seems that the answer to this riddle will not be solved until there," Jason put these doubts down in his mind. He looked out of the car window and saw that the lake near the road was moving behind him. The sound of the truck driving scared the water birds who had just calmed down to fly again. They landed on the lake, and some of them began to swim towards the center of the lake.

A spray of water appeared on the lake. A wild duck just at this position disappeared in a flash. Other wild ducks nearby fled in panic. A pair of eyes appeared quietly on the lake surface, and then a dead wood like body floated up. It twisted its body on the lake surface and swam toward the depths.

Every day on the lake is a scene of life and death. These lives are ordinary and ordinary. They are too small to attract people's attention. When the ripples on the lake disappeared, the night in the Everglades became quiet again.

Derek grabbed three military trucks from the lookout and parked them on the wharf of the tourist center. At the moment, he was nervously directing his men to move the goods on the trucks to the yacht beside the wharf.

There are still mottled bloodstains on the hull of the yacht. The traces of fighting are very obvious. The bullet holes on the ship's edge seem to indicate the master's fate. Its original owner, the family from Havana, the capital of Cuba, had their bodies sunk to the bottom of the water.

"Derek, I really don't understand," Matthew complained to his cousin

"Shut up, you idiot, just do as I say," Derek scolded. After meeting those people who escaped on the way back, his mood began to get worse. When these people escape back, they will surely bring the information here to those professional soldiers, and those soldiers will certainly come back here to get their supplies.

"Maybe they're on their way here by this time," Derek muttered as he walked anxiously up and down the dock. The other three people were not moving fast. Derek couldn't stand it and had to do it himself.

"Matthew, tell me how they got away!" Derek tried to lift a box of ammunition. After several attempts, he failed. He couldn't help feeling angry and rushed to his forehead. "I asked you to tie them up a little stronger."

"I did as you told me, Derek. God knows how they got away," said Matthew, holding out the pot.

"You know, our information will be exposed after they escape back," Derek roared, "you fools, wait for the revenge of those soldiers."

"Head, it's not so serious," Matthew wiped the sweat from his head. Although he was also very critical of Derek's caution, he did not show it on his face.

Bob carried things box by box. He only occasionally looked up at the quarrels of his companions.

"We left the truck in the tourist center in the lookout, and they will find it here sooner or later," Matthew still said with an expression that was not my fault. "The big deal is that we continue to ambush and wait for them."

"You still don't understand what I mean, and you don't know the impact of losing these people on us." Derek's face became red because of anger. The fat supervisor roared loudly just now, and the discomfort in his throat made him cough violently. "These people are in our hands, so we don't need to be afraid of these professional soldiers. Now that the hostages have escaped, what do we use as chips to fight against those professional soldiers?"

"You should hurry up and put everything on the boat. We will stay here before dawn. If they really come, we will go back for a while." Derek said to the other three people, "Let's leave the Castle Peak without firewood."