Chapter 1706 Popularity

Mazatlan is one of the most famous tourist cities in Mexico. Its beautiful beaches and two breakwaters along the coast bring a steady stream of tourists to this city.

At the same time, compared to some cities with poor security, in order to ensure the safety and number of tourists, Mazatlan is one of the few cities in Mexico with high security.

However, today, this bustling port tourist city seems deserted. Except for a few vehicles parked on the roadside, there is not a single car on the street.

There were very few pedestrians. After passing through several streets, I saw only three or two people in total. They were all dying old people, looking sadly at their homes.

Many shops showed signs of being pried open and were in a mess.

Newspapers and debris picked up by the autumn wind swirled on the streets, adding to the desolation.

The entire city showed no sign of infection.

The roar of the Hummer echoed in the empty city.

"Indeed, even if there are no people, there will be no infection..."

Looking at the scene outside, Xu Yueruo said to himself with a hint.

"Boss, where can I find the truck you want? Besides, we passed by several stores and found that someone seemed to be collecting food and other necessities, but they were all empty."

Carlos, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and asked Xu Yue in the back seat.

"They should be people from the peacekeeping force. Since Mazatlan is a place specially designed to transfer survivors who have fled, it should also establish corresponding camps. It is normal to gather available materials in advance."

Xu Yue said casually that Mazatlan has a port and an airport, and no matter which location has the foundation for establishing an isolation camp.

"There should be quite a few container trucks we need at the port. Let's go ask for one and grab some supplies before heading south."

"Uh, are they going to give it to us?"

"Maybe..."

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The originally empty port now seemed very busy. The barbed wire fence was surrounding the entire port and divided it into several sections. Some military tents were also being quickly set up.

A black man who looked like an army officer stated something in a rigid and meticulous tone.

"Sorry, we were not notified or authorized accordingly."

"If you want to escape from here, you can hand in all your weapons, pass inspection, and get on the ship after quarantine and observation."

"When everyone is here, we will send you to Napaz on the other side."

Xu Yue and the others drove over in the military Humvee and were not even allowed to enter the port, let alone mobilize resources.

If Xu Yue uses his identity, he can go in if he wants to, but after all, it is not a direct transfer, and it has to change hands many times, which is somewhat troublesome.

"Forget it, there's no need to go in. There are also container trucks outside, just get one."

This is a dock, and there are quite a few trading and transportation companies next to it. Many of those van trailers are parked outside the warehouse.

The traditional American big nose design does not have as good a view as a Chinese truck in a congested environment.

The price/performance ratio is not high and the price is expensive.

But with a low center of gravity, a thick buffer zone, and a large engine space, it is quite excellent in terms of safety and horsepower.

A 90% new MACK truck is full of strength and steel just from the appearance.

"That's the guy. I like him."

Carlos patted the MACK truck with its own large metal anti-collision bar and seemed to be very satisfied.

Kaplan and James were physically disabled, and Lane was a woman, so while K was driving the Hummer, Carlos became the truck driver, and James took care of the co-pilot.

Then several people drove out of the port directly in front of the peacekeeping force who was building the camp.

"Sir, are we going to let them go like this?"

One team member said hesitantly to the black officer next to him who spoke in a formulaic manner.

They had received news that the biochemical infection had spread to nearby towns. If this group of people went out at this time, their safety was really not guaranteed.

"Do your duty, soldier."

"Soon, it's time for us to accept the test..."

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The town of Mocalan is a typical Mexican town that relies on beer and plantation as its source of income. It is also secretly filled with a large number of gangs and flour sellers.

Even the small town police did not dare to deal with the problem of those desperadoes. Every police chief who expressed his intention to do something big would die in various places in the town inexplicably.

Chaos and violence are the main themes of this town.

But today, this main theme has become even more intense, ten times more intense!

A helicopter flew over the town, and then a figure used a zipline to descend from the helicopter onto the street, which was filled with flames and screams.

The gunfire also ebbs and flows with each other.

After landing, the handsome man could not help but sigh as he looked at the chaotic city. Then he turned on the portable communication computer on his wrist and said to the operator inside who was making a video connection.

"So, you ask me to straighten out the main roads here by myself in three days?"

"I'm not asking you to sort it out alone, I'm just asking you to conduct reconnaissance and find a suitable road that can be passed by the survivor convoy. This town is the only way to pass, and several other passable roads have been covered by the city. If it falls, it will be even more dangerous.”

The operator was correcting Lyon's statement.

"But what I hear is that you want me to kill the town alone..."

Leon had just finished speaking when the helicopter that had just carried him here was attacked by an RPG, exploded into a ball of sparks and fell into a building, igniting a raging fire.

"So now I can't even evacuate? Hasn't the organization recently brought in a lot of newcomers with extremely strong practical capabilities? Why don't you even arrange a partner for me?"

After making a sign of the cross on his chest and adroitly observing a moment of silence for the crashed pilot, Leon began to complain again.

"Sorry, there is a serious shortage of manpower right now, and they have been assigned to other places."

"What about weapons? Weapons should be more supportive. Why do I only have this pistol?"

Pulling out Colt from his waist, Leon was speechless and choked.

"Sorry, we are just a civilian organization and we are not authorized to carry out heavy firepower, but in that chaotic situation, you can do things cheaply."

The implication is probably 'We won't send it to you, but you can get it yourself through other channels...'

My name is Leon. I just quit my promising job and joined a "civilian organization." I was tricked into boarding the plane before I even finished my meal, and I arrived at such a place in a hurry.

I now how to do? Waiting online, it's quite urgent...

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A majestic Hummer led a mighty MACK truck to a small town. The road leading into the town was blocked by a huge car accident. No one could even climb out, and the car was even more... Needless to say.

This is the second town along the road south from Mazatlan, called Mocalan.

Compared to the first town where the people left the buildings empty and the trucks were filled with supplies, this town is obviously very popular.

Even outside the town, you can see the blazing fire inside, lighting up the entire town in the night.

The sound of gunfire, screams, explosions and even the sound of artillery fluctuated with each other, causing the two cars that were originally on the rampage to stop silently and consciously outside the town.

According to the broadcasts received by the car radio that are constantly being broadcast throughout Mexico, the small town in front of you is already the best route to the south or back. No wonder not a single escaping vehicle or person was seen along the way...

"I should have heard the sound of artillery just now. Did I hear it wrong somewhere?"

"Is it the Mexican army fighting inside? Stopping those infected bodies?"

"Well, I think flour dealers are more likely than the military..."

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