There is a row of rooms on each side of the passage, each locked by an iron door, and the adjacent rooms are separated by thick concrete walls. This is where the prison is used to hold prisoners, and some of the prisoners held inside are dead, their bodies decomposing behind the iron gates. Most of the criminals mutated into zombies, and when they heard the soldiers coming in, they threw themselves on the iron doors of the cages and roared outside.

Jason gestured to his teammates behind him, and the people behind him split into two teams and began to clean up the zombies inside the iron doors on both sides of the passage. The bullets that erupted from the muzzle of the pistol entered the zombies' heads through the gap in the iron door, and the fishy-smelling jet-black blood sprayed out of the back of their heads and splashed onto the wall behind them, and one by one the lifeless corpses fell to the ground with a dull thud.

After Jason's men quickly cleared the room of zombies, the group walked through the passage into another area that connected to the prison's indoor activity area. The indoor activity area is small, with a rectangular table and a lot of chairs, and on the front wall, there is a large LCD TV, and the four corners of the activity area are equipped with amplification equipment.

It was usually a place for prisoners to show movies and entertainment, but the ground was full of spilled garbage and corpses, and the smell of the room was so strong that a dozen zombies in prison clothes pounced on the soldiers who came in through the door.

The gunfire rang out again, and the bullets passed through the bodies and heads of the zombies, leaving small holes in the walls behind them, and several zombies were lucky enough to pounce on the soldiers, their proximity caused some confusion to these soldiers, but the chaos only lasted for a short time, and the other soldiers quickly came to the rescue, killing the last zombies who approached quickly.

"Brothers, don't be careless," Jason told his soldiers, "you're all of you who went through the Battle of the Miami Base Breakout, and you know the consequences of being pounced on by these monsters. If you get hurt by them, even a small scratch on your skin, you'll be transformed into them in a short time. ”

"Rodriguez," Jason said, pointing to a soldier, "you were distracted, and if you continue like this, good fortune may not continue to favor you." ”

Rodriguez nodded, the zombie that pounced on him just now made him feel terrified in his heart, which caused him to lose his usual composure, and in the panic, fortunately, it was his teammates behind him who made up for the firepower and relieved a few of them.

"Go on," Jason said calmly, "our goal is to check if there are survivors here, and if there are, we'll bring them in." We must completely remove all the zombies in our sight, leaving no hidden dangers. ”

The team continued to move forward, and after passing through the indoor activity area, they entered a narrow area. Jason has always been at the forefront, conveying the situation ahead to the soldiers behind him in a timely manner through gestures and concise instructions.

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

Jason quickly opened the door, threw the grenade that had removed the letter tube inside, and then immediately closed the door, and the whole person quickly flashed to the side.

There was a loud "boom," and the wooden gate was swept down the wall by the blast and smashed against another wall across from it, the ground sprinkled with sawdust. Puffs of smoke drifted out of it, and when the smoke screen cleared a little, Jason looked inside.

"The danger is clear," Jason continued to walk forward, gun in hand, and his teammates behind him followed.

Several soldiers looked inside as they passed by the door of the room, and they were all taken aback by what was inside. I saw that the room was full of corpses that had been shattered by grenades, and someone estimated in their hearts that there were about a dozen zombies here before.

Jason's handling was right, everyone was in the narrow passage, and if he opened the door here and let these zombies rush out of it, it was likely to cause fatal damage to the entire team.

And there is nothing that cannot be solved by one grenade, and if there is, then two.

"It's been a long time, they haven't come back yet, will there be any danger?" Hill's heart no longer has the ease he had when he first set off.

"Don't worry, didn't Al say before, they're the most elite troops in this state," Thompson comforted her, "By the way, are we going to New Orleans or Houston?" ”

"I don't know, maybe one or the other," Hill said after a moment's thought, "Neither Jason nor the Doctor have decided on their final destination, and I guess they'll probably have to make a decision later in the journey." ”

"If that's the case, I'd rather be Houston," Thompson's gaze began to look into the distance, "it's not far from my hometown, and I can invite you to my house." ”

"Of course, if my family and house were still there," Thompson continued, "I really miss the time when I used to go to NBA basketball games with my dad, and I tell you, my favorite thing among the Texas Three is the German tank, and of course the big giant from China is great." ”

"Kim and I have also watched NBA games in Miami," Hill was brought to basketball by Thompson, "I also like the big giant you said, he looks very gentle, he looks like a gentleman when he's not playing; But his style of play is tenacious, and if he's on the pitch, he's more of a fighter. ”

"As the only person in the NBA who can suppress the "Big Shark" O'Neal on the inside, I feel that he will be in the Hall of Fame in the future," Kim also likes to watch basketball games, and when everyone talked about this topic, her emotions began to get a little excited, "When will it be my turn to enter the Hall of Fame for the Miami Heat's "Flash"? ”

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

"I was the star player of the school when I was in college," Thompson said, with a smug look on his face, "and my scoring ability was top-notch." ”

"I think you might have been a rookie on the court in college," said Al, who was standing guard outside the carriage, smiling at Thompson, seeing through that he was bragging in front of the girls.

"Hey, that's too much, man," Thompson grumbled a little frustratedly when he saw that his bragging cowhide had been torn apart by Al.

"Haha," both Ciel and Kim laughed, covering their mouths.

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

"Do you want me to be honest?" Al asked, and although he said this to Kim, his eyes were asking Thompson.

"Say it, see what you can say." Thompson was a little unconvinced, although Al's judgment was not wrong, but it made Thompson lose face in front of the girls, so he planned to wait to find this field later.

"A star player has to have great physical fitness," says Al, "and we don't see talent in normal times, but it's very intuitive. ”

"Hmm," both Ciel and Kim nodded, motioning for Al to continue.

"Look at our Texas guy, he is less than 6 feet tall, and his physical strength is not too outstanding," Al looked at Thompson with his eyes, "This kind of physical fitness should only be considered in the middle of the average in a college team, if you are really a star player as you say, then you need super first-class basketball talent to make up for your physical shortcomings." And people with super-first-class talents generally don't show up in decent schools, only in street communities can produce such geniuses, such as Allen Iverson. ”

"Well, I'll admit you have a point," Thompson spread his hands and smiled slyly, "but those words of yours don't detract from the fact that I'm a star player." ”

"Thompson is a star player," Al said, echoing him, "and maybe in a few years we'll see that name on the TV screen along with the NBA championship trophy." ”

"Now that the world has become like this, will we still have the NBA to watch in the future?" Kim sighed.

"We're going to win," Al encouraged the three young men in the carriage, "The United States has never lost a battle for justice so far. ”

"But......" Kim hesitated, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

"But what?" Al asked her.

"Nothing," Kim sighed, "probably my own confidence, alas......."

"I can understand your feelings," Al smiled, "everyone who has survived to this day has crawled out of the pile of the dead, and we have all experienced the process of relatives, friends, and companions disappearing from our side one by one. But we survived after all, so we should cherish the opportunity to live, and live well. ”

"The head often tells us that on the battlefield, the more afraid people are of death, the faster they tend to die, because they panic, they are afraid, and both emotions can make them lose their cool to protect themselves." Al looked in the direction of the prison, where the gunfire had faded away, "so let's not lose faith at any time." ”

"Have you ever been scared?" Hill asked.

"No, I'm not afraid," Al was about to withdraw his gaze when he saw Jason and the others appear inside the prison.

"Look, they're back," Thompson said as the fighters appeared in the prison walls, as they slipped through the holes in the barbed wire and moved closer to the convoy.

“1，2，3，4…..” Hill counted the numbers, "God forbid, they're all back." ”

Cheers rang out from the beds of the trucks next to him, and Hill guessed they had seen the returning soldiers as well.

Ciel's gaze fell on the tall, muscular figure in front of him, and his heart fell back into his stomach.

"Head," Al walked over to greet Jason and the rest of his companions, "How's it going?" ”

"There is no one in the prison who survived," Jason felt a little heavy, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and instructed the soldiers around him: "All personnel rest in place for 10 minutes, and those who stayed before continue to be vigilant, and we will be on the road in 10 minutes." ”