Camouflage-colored military trucks pulled out of the base's iron gates, followed by four trucks, most of the inside of the cabin occupied by the supplies they carried, and the positions near the rear of the vehicles were arranged to seat people.

Two people sat in the cab of each truck, while the others sat in two rows in the back compartment. Jason sat in the passenger seat of the first car as the truck drove out of the base's gate, the scenery outside the door felt both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

"Whew~, it's finally out, how long have we been here?" Hill, who was sitting in the first car, looked at the base gate behind her, and breathed a sigh of relief, things were going as she had hoped, and the rest was just a matter of luck.

"It's going to rust when you stay in the base," Kim breathed in the outside air, a refreshing sensation running from her nose to her lungs, "Free air, it's good." ”

"Why can't I smell it?" Thompson sniffed, not noticing any difference between the air outside and the inside of 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 to be extremely high. At this moment, Thompson's heart is desperate to meet a group of zombies immediately, so that he can immediately show his skills in front of Hill and Matt.

The car was at the front of the line, and the number of soldiers on it was the largest of the four trucks. The crew members and the scientific staff were placed in the back three vehicles, each of which had three soldiers in addition to the two soldiers in the cab to be responsible for protection.

"Can our convoy pass through the dense water network of the Everglades?" Kim remembered that when she used to travel there, she spent most of her time riding a small hovercraft.

"Don't worry, I've heard that there's a Route 9336 in the Everglades, so our convoy should have no problem following the road." When Thompson traveled to Florida, he had also made travel plans, including the Everglades ring, which he vaguely remembered being crossed by a road from Miami.

"You're wrong, Thompson," King corrected, "if, as you say, our convoy has been down Route 9336, it will eventually take us to the Flamingo Visitor Center, which is the southwesternmost corner of Everglades Park." ”

"She's right, man," said one of the soldiers sitting across from him, "and if you've been in Florida any longer, you'll know it as well as this pretty lady." ”

"Haha, I see," Thompson nodded, "what do you call it?" ”

"Tom," the soldier across from him introduced himself, "this is Brandon, Tracy, Ben and Al. Hey, Robert, introduce the brother next to you to this gentleman and the two beautiful young ladies. ”

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

The black guy pointed to the two comrades on his left and scratched his head, looking at Tom and not knowing what to say.

"I remember you," Hill said, pointing at him, "we've seen each other in the hallway before, do you still remember that?" ”

Robert smiled sheepishly as his friend Zach scorned Hill in the hallway that day, and was met with a sharp counterattack from Hill.

"Where's your partner that day?" Hill looked at Robert's expression and knew he remembered himself too, "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 later learned from the side that Hill seemed to have some unusual relationship with their chief Jason, so when he set off today, he deliberately rejected Robert's invitation and switched to the car behind, of course, to avoid Hill and Jason.

"Looks like he's a little timid," Hill laughed, covering his mouth.

The truck drove on the flat ground, and from time to time some dwarf wild plants were pressed into the wheels, and when the truck drove by, some of them were crushed into the dirt, and then bounced back again, returning to their original appearance.

Although the terrain is flat, the hardness of the soil on the road surface is average, and two rows of clear wheel prints are left behind when the truck passes by. The car jolted a few times and was very smooth most of the time.

The sky was overcast, and the humidity in the air began to increase. After the excitement of the first departure, the people in the car began to feel a little listless. The scenery outside has become monotonous, and occasionally there are some small hills standing nearby, and there is not a single figure in sight.

I don't know how long it took, but Kim felt the sound of the car lift slightly, and then returned to its previous steady. She looked out of the canopy and saw that the convoy had already driven onto a road, and the roadside was starting to get greener.

Some farmland began to appear in the field of vision, but more often than not, large areas of pasture.

The convoy continued to move forward for some distance before coming to a halt, and what appeared to be something going on in front of Hill was heard Jason in the cab using the walkie-talkie to inform the soldiers in the vehicle behind him to be on alert.

"What's going on?" Thompson asked, casting an inquiring look at the soldiers sitting across from him.

"Yes," said Tom simply, with his gun in his hand as he spoke, and then the man rolled over and jumped out of the carriage, and Tracy and the others got out of the car after him.

"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 going to follow with a gun, and immediately stopped him, "We're enough to deal with any unexpected things, it's safer for you to stay in the car." ”

"I've had a gun," Thompson said, "it's not fair, you're discriminating against me." ”

"It's an order," Ben's tone became serious.

"Alright," Thompson said, spreading his hands, giving up on the fight for it.

"What's that?" The tarpaulin of the golden canopy looked through the gap and looked ahead.

"What?" Hill leaned over as well, "It looks like a prison." ”

Hill guessed right, this is a prison on the outskirts of the Everglades, surrounded by a row of barbed railings with a power grid mounted on top. A few palm trees are scattered nearby, their fan-like blades gently swaying in the wind.

A sign was erected outside the fence with the words "No Approaching", and when viewed through the barbed wire, the lawn inside was empty.

The soldiers had already walked towards the building with guns in hand, and Jason had left a few men in the truck to continue to keep the other members of the convoy safe.

Hill saw Jason lead the men to the barbed wire, and they began to cut the wire on it with pliers.

A rectangular piece of barbed wire was cut and removed, and the soldiers began to burrow through this open hole. When the men arrived within the prison walls, they immediately dispersed, and in small groups they began to march towards the area divided by their respective tasks.

The soldiers began to enter the interior of several buildings inside the prison, their figures slowly disappearing from Ciel's sight. Ciel's heart began to tense, and now it had been some time since the time of departure, and the previous smooth road had made Ciel forget the danger in the road ahead, and she didn't know what would happen inside when she saw the soldiers in formation.

It didn't take long for some sporadic gunshots to start coming from inside the prison, and slowly the gunshots began to intensify. There was another explosion in the distant house, some smoke rising into the air, and Ciel's hand clutched tightly on the metal railing of the carriage, and some panic began to appear in her eyes.

Thompson took the gun in his hand, and he swallowed, calming his nerves a little.

The gunfire continued, and everyone was watching closely.

"Don't be too nervous, beauties," said Al, who had been placed behind to keep everyone safe, "we're the most elite troops in all of Florida. ”

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

"What's going on up ahead?" Dr. Mario asked a soldier outside the carriage.

"There's a prison up ahead, head it inside to see if there are any survivors," the soldier said to Mario, "don't worry, doctor, it's safest for you to stay in the carriage." ”

"Okay," Mario nodded, not saying anything more.

"I've communicated our plan of action to Warsanton, New Orleans, and Houston online," Martin told Mario, "but I'm not sure they'll see it, because the server might filter out the information that doesn't have the right permissions." ”

"It doesn't matter, we just do our best," the doctor said, "and a lot of times we have very few options, so we have to do our best in the limited options." ”

"I haven't heard you talk about that 'mystery man' in the past few days," Dr. Mario asked, "is there any new progress in this area?" ”

"I find myself a little out of his pace," Dr. Martin shook his head, "I'll try again for the next few days, and if I lose someone, I'll report the situation to Washington Saintton when I get to New Orleans, and let the old men worry about it." ”

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

"You're still young compared to me," Mario smiled, "I'm curious why you suddenly had that thought." ”

"I had a feeling that if it had been ten years ago, maybe I could have beaten this mysterious man," Martin sighed, pushing the glasses up on the wing of her nose, "but now the more I come into contact with him, the more I feel overwhelmed." ”

"Ten years ago? Maybe your opponent was just a kid at the time. Mario said, and both he and Martin laughed.