Doomsday police, please show your god/demon ID card.

Tang Long picked up the notebook and glanced at it.

It was covered with dense text, like some kind of experimental data.

He shook his head, put down his notebook, looked at the other person, and said matter-of-factly, "I didn't understand."

Wang Hu glanced at the notebook and chimed in, "Alright! Dr. Zhang, we're just rough men. Speak your mind directly, don't beat around the bush."

Dr. Zhang's lips twitched, and he looked at Tang Long and the other man with a speechless expression.

After thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "This fungus is extremely afraid of fire."

"Moreover, it is very afraid of strongly alkaline environments, such as lime or highly concentrated soapy water."

"The most crucial point is that once these mycelia detach from the host, they will quickly wither and lose their activity within a short period of time."

"I suspect that zombies infected by the mycelium will also possess these weaknesses."

"Fire?" Wang Hu suddenly remembered something.

"Yeah! When I threw the Molotov cocktails earlier, the zombies were definitely stopped by the wall of fire!"

"I was puzzled at the time. Zombies don't feel pain, they don't have brains, so why would they be afraid of fire?"

"Now that I think about it, it wasn't that they were afraid, it was the mycelium inside their bodies that was afraid!"

A glint of light flashed in Tang Long's eyes.

"Wang Hu, make a few more Molotov cocktails."

"No problem!" Wang Hu patted his chest confidently. "Leave it to me!"

"We can help too," Dr. Zhang quickly offered.

He glanced at Xiao Lin and Xiao Zhao beside him.

"Anyway, we can't be of much help staying at the base. As long as you bring the raw materials, we can help with the production."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"We can help!"

The two nurses quickly chimed in.

Here, you can sleep soundly without having to risk going out to search for supplies.

Every day, their work consisted of cleaning, cooking, and checking for injuries and treating wounds whenever Tang Long and the others returned.

They were afraid that Tang Long would find them a burden and kick them out.

Tang Long looked at the two of them, who seemed somewhat apprehensive, and found it amusing. He nodded.

"Okay, I'll figure out a way to get the raw materials."

"The security and logistics of the base are now in your hands."

……

For several days in a row, the police station entered a tense but orderly operating state.

Tang Long and Wang Hu strictly followed the plan and stayed away from the supermarket.

Instead, the focus is on clearing out lone zombies infected with mycelium, as well as those wandering outside who might be "recruited" as food.

Inside an abandoned clothing store.

Wang Hu kicked open the locker room door and was about to peek inside.

squeak-

The cabinet door suddenly popped open, and a zombie dressed in a shop assistant uniform pounced out, its withered claws aimed straight for Wang Hu's neck!

The distance was too close, and Wang Hu didn't have time to react!

boom!

At the critical moment, a gunshot rang out.

A bullet grazed Wang Hu's ear precisely, blasting a bloody hole in the zombie's forehead.

The zombie continued its charge, crashing straight down on Wang Hu.

Wang Hu staggered from the weight, and when he came to his senses, he pushed the corpse off him and wiped away a cold sweat with lingering fear.

"Thanks, Captain Tang."

Tang Long walked over from the other side, put away his still-smoking pistol, and laughed and cursed, "If you're this reckless again next time, I might not be able to save you."

Wang Hu chuckled, scratched his head, and didn't refute.

During this period, the two worked together more and more seamlessly.

Although they encountered several small hordes of zombies while clearing out the surrounding area, they always managed to escape unscathed with the help of Molotov cocktails.

Compared to the last time I ran for my life in front of the supermarket, this is nothing.

"Team Leader Tang, shall we continue?" Wang Hu kicked a corpse at his feet and asked.

Tang Long glanced out the window; the thick fog had already tinged the area with a hazy yellow hue.

He shook his head.

"No, it's getting dark, we should go back."

The two turned and left, their figures quickly disappearing at the end of the street.

On their way back, the two deliberately took a new route.

As they passed a large hardware store, an unusual noise caught their attention.

Sizzle—sizzle—

It sounded like an unstable electrical current, mixed with the muffled thud of metal colliding and the low growls of zombies.

Tang Long and Wang Hu exchanged a glance, then immediately tiptoed over.

The glass door of the hardware store was already broken, and seven or eight zombies were blocking the entrance, frantically scratching at it.

Inside the store, three men were back to back, trapped behind a makeshift barrier made of stacked shelves.

One of them, who looked the youngest, held a strangely shaped stick made of wires and batteries, which he would occasionally poke at approaching zombies, causing sparks to fly.

A burly middle-aged man, wielding a fire axe, chopped off a zombie's arm with each powerful swing.

The other one also looked very strong, holding a thick iron rod in his hand, nervously guarding the flank.

"A living person?" Tang Long was slightly surprised.

To be honest, he had searched the area several times and almost thought that there were no survivors besides them.

He had been trying to find someone to fill the gaps in the base's staffing, but to no avail.

I never expected to run into him today.

Tang Long made a gesture to Wang Hu.

Wang Hu nodded in understanding.

action!

Without the slightest hesitation, the two launched a simultaneous sneak attack from the flank and rear of the zombie horde.

boom!boom!

Tang Long fired two shots, accurately eliminating the two zombies at the back.

Kill a regular zombie, and you'll earn +1 Order Point.

[Killed...]

Wang Hu charged into the horde of zombies like a tiger descending a mountain, his fire axe whistling through the air as he swept out, instantly cleaving a zombie in half at the waist!

Then he raised his gun and aimed it at the back of one of the zombies' heads.

bang~

Black blood splattered!

[Police Officer Wang Hu, killed a regular zombie, Order Points +1]

[Police officer Wang Hu, killed...]

The three people inside the store were completely dumbfounded.

Gunshots and axe flashes mingled, and in just over ten seconds, the zombies blocking the doorway were completely wiped out.

At this moment, the people inside came to their senses.

Among them, the middle-aged man holding the fire axe looked at them warily, his voice hoarse.

"Who...who are you?"

"Just passing by." Tang Long said succinctly, his gaze sweeping over the three of them. "And you?"

"We're survivors from around here, out looking for some materials," the young man with the homemade stun gun said. He pushed up his non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone brimming with undisguised arrogance. "My name is Chen Ming, an ordinary college student, and part-time future scientist."

Tang Long glanced at him, didn't reply, and looked at the other two.

"Liu Qiang," the man with the axe said in a deep voice, "a veteran."

"Luo Yongchao is also a retired soldier," the middle-aged man with the iron rod said in a loud voice.

Veterans?

Tang Long's heart stirred.

It's like someone just brings you a pillow when you're about to fall asleep.

He sized up the three men, especially Liu Qiang and Luo Yongchao, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

"Come with us," Tang Long invited. "We have a safe base, but we're short-handed."

The three exchanged a glance.

Chen Ming spoke first: "Is there electricity? Is there a stable laboratory? Do you have a high-precision multimeter and oscilloscope?"

Liu Qiang and Luo Yongchao, on the other hand, were more concerned with practical issues.

"How many people are there? How can their safety be guaranteed?"

"You'll find out when you get there." Tang Long didn't explain further and turned to leave.

Wang Hu, carrying a fire axe, followed behind him, turning back to grin at them.

The three stood there, watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance, their expressions somewhat hesitant.

It was that young man named Chen Ming who spoke up again.

"Let's go! It's getting dark."

"If we don't find a safe place soon, we'll have to spend the night outside."

With that, he lifted his foot and followed.