"The building quality is really good... Let's continue forward and watch our step. Oh, Zhang Tao, find something to jam the fire door and don't let it close!" Looking at the bullet marks and explosion traces on the ceiling and walls, Hong Tao originally wanted to retreat.

If it was just dealing with zombies, it wouldn't be so terrifying. But with machine guns and grenades, who knows what else is inside. What if the surviving marines have set up a bunch of explosives? It would be a waste to go there and die, especially if it's because of the Americans. It would be so unfair.

But just a few minutes ago, he was saying that he had no nationality, no race, and that all the people in the world were brothers and sisters. Now, turning against each other so quickly is really disappointing. Not only would he lose Randy's trust, but he was afraid that others present would also have opinions. When others are in charge, they can do whatever they want. Why is it his turn now? Not only can he not act recklessly, but he also has to face danger!

Walking along the corridor until the end, then turning right, there was another thick fire door. This time, there was no need to break it down. One door was closed, and the other was open, blocked by the bodies on the ground. The nearby scene was almost the same as before, only the number of people and zombies had increased.

"This is the entrance and exit of the second basement floor. They wanted to trap the zombies down here, but unfortunately, they failed. Some soldiers were bitten by zombies, and some sacrificed themselves with grenades. The survivors escaped to the next door. I don't know why they didn't run away but were caught up by the zombies?"

With the previous experience, the onsite investigation was faster this time, but doubts followed. If these American soldiers wanted to isolate the zombies, they could have escaped and locked the fire door. There was no reason to die together with the zombies. Hong Tao really didn't believe that the soldiers couldn't outrun the zombies.

"These doors are all equipped with electronic access control. If the power is cut off, they can only be opened with a key. Look, the keys are inserted here!" Randy quickly answered this question. There were three keys inserted in the closed fire door.

"Give me the keys first. Maybe there are locked doors ahead... According to Jiao Qiao, a marine corps squad would have 41-54 people. Including the 3 soldiers found in the yard, at least 35 bodies of soldiers have been found. Hopefully, there are still survivors!"

If it wasn't for Randy's careful observation, Hong Tao wouldn't have noticed the keys on the door. But he also had his own attention to detail, such as counting the bodies one by one. Whether they were zombies or living people, as long as they were wearing military uniforms, they were counted.

The layout of the second basement floor and the first floor was slightly different. There was a gym and a shooting range, occupying three-quarters of the space, leaving only a few rooms, including the armory.

There was no need to search carefully. The door to the armory was open, but it was also blocked by bodies and couldn't be closed. There were bodies at the entrance, inside the room, and in the corridors outside, as well as many bullet marks.

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One of the rooms that looked like a meeting room was the messiest. Tables and chairs were overturned everywhere, and there were beer cans, popcorn, and pizza scattered all over the place. Obviously, when the disaster happened, the soldiers were gathering here to stay up late watching TV. It was unclear whether it was baseball or football, but football matches generally didn't arouse such widespread enthusiasm among Americans.

When a comrade suddenly mutated, the soldiers went through panic, fighting, casualties, and finally realized the danger. They immediately went to the armory to get weapons. But no one expected that there would be mutants among their comrades, and another chaotic battle broke out in the armory.

The survivors retreated together, but the mutated zombies chased after them relentlessly. Due to the suddenness of the incident, even well-trained marines were somewhat panicked when faced with comrades who suddenly became neither human nor zombie. As a result, the first door was breached. The remaining few people were unable to escape because they forgot to remove the keys and were forced to detonate grenades, killing themselves and the zombies.

This might be the reason why there were hardly any zombies found in the rooms after entering the first basement floor. Most of the soldiers and staff had gone to the second basement floor to watch the game. A small number of them probably heard the chaos and ran out, some were killed by being shot or blown up, some were bitten by their comrades and then shot or blown up. There might even be cases of being accidentally killed by their comrades, who knows.

In fact, after searching all the rooms on the first and second basement floors and confirming that there were no survivors or zombies, Hong Tao didn't have the time to figure out why the entire marine corps had been wiped out.

Faced with two rooms full of weapons and ammunition, even Hu Ran, who had never touched a gun before, couldn't help but get excited, picking up one after another, wishing to carry them all.

"Wow, an HK416! Randy, why does the marine corps use so many foreign weapons?" Hong Tao couldn't help but ask, but he showed a bit more composure than the others and knew to first check the types of weapons before making small talk.

"Who knows what those guys at the Ministry of National Defense are thinking. Mr. Jiao must be happy now. Didn't he say that German rifles are better than American ones!" Randy was playing with a brightly colored sniper rifle and didn't pay attention to Hong Tao's sarcastic remarks.

"You're a sniper!?" From the appearance alone, Hong Tao couldn't tell the model of this sniper rifle.

Actually, even without the paint job, it would be difficult to recognize. He had played with many guns, but whether in the US or Canada, most of the firearms used by civilians were civilian models, which had significant differences in performance and appearance compared to real military firearms.

"I... am a ground crew... but I love shooting. My father and grandfather are both skilled marksmen!" Randy hesitated for a few seconds before confessing. No wonder he had been serving in the US on the mainland. It turned out that he was just a guy who refueled planes and hung bombs.

"Hmph... A hero doesn't mention his ancestors' bravery... Well, you can use this rifle for now. Maybe you'll be able to show off your marksmanship soon. Do you want to go to the shooting range first?" Hong Tao originally wanted to expose his bragging, but considering that his own marksmanship was not that great and he had never played with this kind of military firearm before, Randy had at least served in the US military, so he decided to temporarily believe him.But as the old saying goes, the proof of the pudding is in the eating. There's a dangerous entity waiting to be eliminated outside, and there's a shooting range nearby to test her skills. If she still can't hit the target, there would be no excuses left!

"No problem, just give me a few minutes!" Seeing someone believe in her shooting skills, Randy was excited. She picked up the gun and headed towards the next room.

"Remember to close the door..." Hong Tao shouted from behind. He didn't want to hear the sound of a sniper rifle in a confined space.

The rest of the work was much simpler. They found the keys to the two large SUVs in the duty room on the underground floor, then drove a small forklift to transport the weapons and ammunition to the staircase, and then manually carried them upstairs.

Although there were two rooms full of equipment and enough vehicles to use, moving them was time-consuming. Seeing that it was almost three in the afternoon, Hong Tao only selected less than a third, mainly bullets, firearms, tactical helmets, tactical backpacks, grenades, drones, some knives, and sighting equipment.

The rest, such as military uniforms, bulletproof vests, military boots, tents, biochemical suits, unknown electronic devices, military rations, etc., could only take a little bit of each as samples, and most of them had to be abandoned for now. But it didn't matter, the route was already clear, and the way had been cleaned up, they could come back anytime to get more. All of these were valuable items!

While everyone was busy loading things onto the vehicles, Hong Tao and Randy armed themselves first. They wore backpacks, helmets, carried automatic rifles, and even had a silenced HK45 tucked in their waists...

When it comes to weapons and equipment, they must be matched to look good, such as camouflage suits, tactical vests, military boots, helmets, and some face paint. Hong Tao and Randy, one wearing half a set of hockey gear and high-waisted hiking boots, the other in jeans with Martin boots and a police stab-proof vest. In Zhang Tao's words, they looked like refugees from afar and terrorists up close. There was no system or standard, just a hodgepodge.

Hong Tao didn't want to find a new combat suit and boots to change into, but all those equipment were sealed in boxes, and the two boxes he randomly opened had the wrong numbers. The basement was so stuffy and smelly without air conditioning, so he simply gave up.

Besides the helmet, he really didn't want to change his gear. Regardless of how it looked, the hockey gear protected him from head to ankle, which was even better than the most badass bulletproof vest. After all, what they needed at this time was protection against bites, not bullets. The more comprehensive, the better.