The male supporting character was actually myself.

"Here." Jiang Chen calmly turned on the headlights installed on the off-road vehicle and turned them to illuminate the deep canyon in the distance.

Julia, trembling with fear, let out a brief scream, then covered her mouth with her hand and dragged Hansa toward Jiang Chen, "Zombies! How can there be so many zombies?! Mark! Mark, come quick, what's going on?"

Under the bright lights, Hansa then noticed two mangled zombies lying less than two meters from where she and Julia had been standing. Clearly, the zombies had fired in a desperate attempt to save her when they sensed danger...

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." Han Sha's face was pale and her body was trembling slightly, but she still apologized to her savior as soon as possible. "Thank you for saving us."

Jiang Chen looked at the approaching, rapidly moving army of zombies with a grave expression. He waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Get in the car and prepare to leave."

"Host, I can't help you right now, this thing is just too scary." The fluffy ball hugged his neck, trembling, and said in a trembling voice, "Let me calm down first, and I'll help you when I'm used to it."

Gunshots shattered the silence of the night in the dead of night.

The handsome, unshaven man who was sipping wine on the roof of the car jumped down immediately, his gun already ready. When he saw the dense horde of zombies approaching, his expression changed, and he hurriedly jumped back into the car, shouting, "Get in! Drive back quickly!"

"My God! What's going on?" Mark, the team leader and safety officer, turned pale. He immediately jumped into the car, grabbed his communication device, and sent out a distress signal. Then he shouted, "Drive and stay close to me!"

The resort island has never experienced any abnormalities in all these years of operation.

All zombies are released in a pre-designed order only after the accompanying staff confirms with headquarters during the day that the tourists are in good condition.

This approach ensures tourist safety while allowing them to gradually enjoy the hunting experience, and also controls the number of dead zombies to prevent losses.

The day's journey ends after a satisfying battle against a massive horde of zombies. In the evening, there are relaxing activities such as a bonfire party and experiencing outdoor activities or amusement park rides. It is absolutely certain that so many zombies will not be suddenly released at night without notifying the accompanying staff.

“Something must have gone wrong somewhere.” Mark remained calm, started the car, opened the door to signal Julia to get in, and then, amidst the roar of the engine, abandoned the camp and reversed back the way he came.

When forming a group, the members are specifically matched, and generally, there will be more men than women in the group.

After all, most of those interested in fighting zombies are men, and even if girls participate, they are rarely enthusiastic about hunting. This ratio can maximize the number of zombies that male players are allocated on an average basis, and can also ensure the team's combat effectiveness in case of emergencies.

Therefore, Mark's team consisted of a total of three vehicles.

Mark travels with Julia, who is vacationing alone on the island.

The female lead, Hansa, and her burly boyfriend, Durul, are driving a car;

Jiang Chen teamed up with the unkempt, drink-loving uncle Rossev.

The incident happened so suddenly that Durul, who was dozing off in the back seat of the car, didn't have much time to spare. He was jolted awake by the gunshots and his girlfriend's screams and jumped up to get out of the car to check the situation. What he saw next was a chilling sight—a huge horde of incredibly fast-moving zombies was attacking.

He immediately jumped into the front seat, started the car, and opened the passenger door, shouting, "Sasha, hurry! Get in! Let's go!"

Three cars and six people. Except for Julia, the youngest, who was a little slow to react and was pushed into the car by Jiang Chen and the door was closed, the others were all in place within seconds and did not waste any time, following Mark's car and rushing out of the canyon.

"Master, host, we've been thrown into a mission world where we know nothing about the details. We have no idea what to do or what to do. What should we do?" The little white cat was still trembling with its fur standing on end.

The two terrifying, withered-faced, and tattered zombies had really frightened it, and coupled with the script that was so brief and offered so little substantial information, the fluffy little thing was enveloped in anxiety and fear of the unknown. "Our inventory of props is okay, but none of them have particularly strong protection. What should we do? What should we do?"

"The facilities on the island that imprison zombies all use mechanical cages hidden in places unknown to tourists. Even Mark didn't receive any warnings, so there might be a problem with the defense measures."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Jiang Chen remained as steady as a mountain no matter how bumpy Uncle Rossov drove the SUV. He casually remarked, "Visibility is poor at night, and supplies are limited. We need to find a safe place to hide first."

Rossoff, with one hand on the steering wheel, drove the car almost into the air on the rugged valley. He glanced at Mark, picked up the walkie-talkie next to the steering wheel, and handed it to him. "Tell Mark to find a safe house to rest first."

Chapter 3 Safe House

As the team leader and safety officer, Mark had received professional training and knew all the hidden layouts in the areas on the island where tourists could play, including safe houses where tourists could temporarily take refuge in case of emergencies.

After delivering the message, Jiang Chen looked at the uncle's expressionless profile and asked, "How did you know there were safe houses on the island? No one mentioned it when we came to the island for our brief training."

"Isn't it obvious?" Rossef whistled and chuckled. "Those imprisoned on the island are all genuine zombies! Although the virus doesn't spread through the air, you can still turn into a zombie if you get bitten, scratched, or have your blood contaminated."

Given that such a dangerous project is offered for recreational purposes, Guardian, as a massive company capable of developing the entire island, should certainly be able to implement adequate emergency measures.

You never know when something unexpected might happen, and we just had bad luck and ran into one, didn't we?

"Hmm, Uncle, you've really thought things through and seen things clearly," Jiang Chen replied casually without saying anything more.

Judging from the original owner's memories and the usual way the script was written, everyone in this team should have some hidden secrets.

For example, the original owner, on the surface, was a zookeeper who won a grand prize at an anniversary celebration and went on a five-day, five-night hunting trip to a resort island at public expense.

In reality, he is an excellent private investigator.

Hired by a wealthy boss, he uses false information to conceal his identity and search for the boss's daughter who has been missing for many years on the island.

The employer was generous and mysterious, and the original owner, a private investigator with strong curiosity, secretly investigated him. Years ago, the employer abandoned his wife and daughter to pursue a wealthy woman. After the woman died, he inherited all her assets and gained control of the money and power. Now that he was getting old, he especially missed his abandoned daughter and wanted to know where she was and how she was doing.

For some unspeakable reason, the employer could not conduct a large-scale search and had to hire many highly capable private investigators to look for clues.

It is said that someone once saw a woman of similar age wearing a uniquely designed ring that the employer had made for his daughter. Despite having only this tiny, speculative clue, the employer did not want to miss the opportunity to find his biological daughter. Therefore, he spent a lot of money to hire the original owner to forge information and send her to the island, seemingly for a vacation but actually to investigate more clues.

This is the second night since the original owner landed on the island.

Upon arrival at the resort island, participants will be assigned to groups based on their consumption packages and registration information. Then, professional instructors will provide basic training, including but not limited to firearms use and emergency drills.

Of course, very few complete novices choose to vacation here. The resort island has a reputation for being extremely safe, so tourists generally don't take the training very seriously. Most people spend their time having fun, such as attending a party at a luxury hotel last night to learn about zombies as a warm-up, with most people immersed in the revelry.

The original owner came with a mission. Instead of indulging like other tourists, he secretly slipped away to the information center and used the supervisor's chip card, which he had cleverly stolen, to access the computer and filter out detailed information on tourists who had landed on the island.

However, since it opened five years ago, the number of tourists visiting the resort island has been enormous.

Even after filtering through multiple criteria, the original owner was still unable to find information that met the requirements.

When he set off early this morning to explore Warrior's Canyon, the original owner remembered the distribution of various areas along the way very well. His next plan was to start by investigating the staff on the island to see if anyone matched the information provided by the employer.

Jiang Chen had no interest in helping the wealthy businessman find clues about his missing daughter. With the world facing complete destruction, it was more important to find a way to ensure the mission world could continue to develop freely.

He started doing it as soon as he transmigrated, it was so damn exciting! Now he needs to find a relatively safe place to sort things out and try to find a way to prevent the world from being destroyed.

"Follow me, park the cars in a row to block the entrance!" Mark couldn't wait for a reply from headquarters and felt a little anxious. Fortunately, the zombies were no match for the cars, so he bought some precious time to hide in the safe house and wait for rescue.

"Take as many supplies as possible off the vehicle, and lock the doors so the zombies don't contaminate them." As the handsome uncle Rossev got out of the car, he casually stuffed a flask into his pocket, picked up a machine gun from the back seat, and muttered, "This is enough for me."

Jiang Chen grabbed some food and water, closed the car door, and followed Mark, stumbling along into a recessed cave.

The female lead, Han Sha, held her boyfriend's hand tightly, her face pale and clearly frightened.

Durul, however, seemed completely unconcerned, probably viewing it as nothing more than an accident, something to be done by hiding and waiting for rescue. Perhaps, to protect its reputation, the Guardian Company would even waive the tour fee and offer some other favorable terms.

On the contrary, Julia, who was the youngest and had been trembling with fear at first, was now silently following the group with her head down, her face showing an expression that was hard to tell whether it was sorrow or indifference, which looked rather strange.

The handsome uncle, carrying a machine gun, walked at the back. He first carefully checked the gaps between the three vehicles to make sure they could simply block the zombies. Then, after listening carefully to the sounds, he concluded that the large number of zombies attracted by the gunfire had not followed. Only then did he cautiously follow the last one in.

The safe house was cleverly designed; you would never find it unless you went inside the cave.

This was a dark gray iron door, similar in color to stone. Mark, holding a flashlight, lifted the hidden panel to reveal the electronic lock behind it. As he entered the password, he explained, "Experts have studied that zombies of different ages possess different levels of intelligence."

For safety reasons, all safe houses use electronic door locks to prevent mechanical locks from being compromised.

Come in quickly, we need to…

Before he could finish speaking, he had already skillfully entered the password he knew by heart and pressed the open button. However, he only heard a few "beep beep beep" alarms and the door lock flashed a red light, indicating that the password was entered incorrectly.

"Impossible! How could I have entered the wrong password?! All the safe houses have the same password!" Mark carefully checked and entered it again, but the door still didn't open.

The others were alright, but the tall and burly Durul immediately lost his temper, yelling, "What's wrong with you? You didn't know that zombies were swarming out at night, and you entered the wrong password for the safe house! How are you doing your job?! This is a matter of life and death, how can you be so careless?!"

Mark, both anxious and embarrassed, explained with a flushed face, "The safe house password is definitely correct. There might be something wrong with the door... For safety reasons, zombies are never released at night in general areas on the island, except for special areas. Headquarters hasn't responded, and I don't know what happened."

"What's the rush? The zombie horde hasn't followed us yet. Look how scared you are." The handsome uncle took out a flask from his pocket, slowly unscrewed the cap, took a sip of liquor, and raised his chin, asking, "Mark, has this never happened on the island before? Under what circumstances would the safe house be shut down?"

Chapter Four: Revealing

Durul looked displeased, but glancing at the machine gun the other man kept close at hand, he swallowed back his sarcastic words.

Han Sha was afraid that her boyfriend would start fighting, so she quickly tugged at his arm to signal him to say less.

“I’ve been working on the island for three years and this has never happened before.” Mark thought for a moment and shook his head. “The safe house is maintained regularly by designated personnel, and security personnel are trained in accordance with regulations if passwords need to be changed. I really haven’t received any notification.”

Let's not waste any more time. Let's hurry to the next safe house. I need to ensure everyone's safety and, incidentally, use the necessary equipment to send a distress signal to headquarters.

Jiang Chen, who hadn't spoken for a while, frowned slightly and asked, "How far is the next safe house from here?"

“It’ll take about half an hour to drive,” Mark replied, adding, “if there are no unexpected delays along the way.”

The fluffy little thing poked its head out and asked in a low voice, "Host, do you need me to help you figure out how to unlock the door?"

“It’s too far, and there could be many unexpected situations on the way. Why don’t you let me try?” Jiang Chen gave the little white cat a look without making a sound. The cat immediately understood and jumped onto his shoulder into the safe house, trying to find the lock from the inside and open the iron door.

He then stepped forward, took out the chip card that the original owner had obtained, swiped it across the combination lock, fiddled with it for a moment, and then pressed the internal mechanical core hard. The combination lock flashed a few times and turned green.

With a soft click, the iron gate opened.

The others looked at Jiang Chen with some doubt, but no one spoke and they all silently filed into the safe house. The handsome uncle closed the iron door only after confirming that the interior was mechanically designed and the door could be opened directly.

Mark expertly turned on the emergency lights, instantly filling the small safe house with soft light, which made the people who were rushing to escape feel a little more relaxed.

After a long and bumpy day of hunting zombies and experiencing various amusement rides, the group was quite tired.

"Everyone, take a break first. I'll contact headquarters for help." Mark finally felt relieved after entering the safe house and immediately turned on the spare communication device in the dehumidifier box in the corner to call headquarters.

"Beep beep beep beep" The call center kept beeping, making people anxious.

"Strange, the emergency radio is always on standby! Why hasn't it been connected yet after so long?"

"Ha, the Guardian Angel advertises every day how safe the resort island is. They've even come to believe it themselves. The duty officer is probably asleep."

"Probably not? The island is holding zombies! It's easy for people to die, how can the emergency measures be just for show?"

"Come on, the security officer can't even open the safe house. Do you really think those guys at headquarters care about human lives?"

"Perhaps it was really too safe, to the point that the possibility of danger was overlooked, leading to a lack of response to emergency plans..."

…………

Hearing their whispers, Jiang Chen suddenly interjected, "Have you considered that the reason so many of us couldn't possibly be together is because there might also be a crisis at headquarters, but we just didn't receive the notification in time due to poor signal in our location?"

"No, really?" Julia looked up in surprise. "Headquarters seems very safe. There shouldn't be any crisis, right?"

The handsome uncle took another sip of his drink and chuckled, "Safe? Didn't you see their amazing performance last night? They dragged zombies onto the stage to show off the fun of hunting them."

Those former humans who are now monsters were brought onto the stage; surely they couldn't have been captured from outside?

So there must be a place at headquarters where some zombies are kept, so they can show them off.

"What if, I mean, what if one of those zombies accidentally escapes? What do you think would happen to the headquarters, which is teeming with tourists?"

"Probably not..." Mark's face paled slightly, but he forced a smile. "I've worked here for three years and I have complete faith in the island's security system. Something so terrible would never happen."

But now it might be...

He couldn't find any excuse to convince himself, and his hands continued to call headquarters almost mechanically.