Captain Zhao's men carried the supplies back and looked at Captain Zhao, who was standing by the window, peering through a crack at the RV.
Someone approached and asked,
"Captain Zhao, what are they doing?"
Captain Zhao raised his finger to his lips and made a "shush" gesture.
He whispered,
"I've been watching the people in this RV for several days. They've somehow found some researchers and set up a medical tent beside the house."
Another teammate immediately added,
"I saw them bring several Mutated Beasts into the tent yesterday. Who exactly are these people?"
"Under those researchers' white lab coats, they're wearing Garrison uniforms."
Someone shouted loudly.
Everyone looked over at the man who was shouting, standing upright, speaking earnestly,
"I'm not mistaken, I used to be in the Garrison too, before I was discharged."
Captain Zhao frowned, utterly perplexed. It seemed that the people inside this RV had increasingly significant backgrounds.
