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

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The alloy gate rose with a slight hiss, revealing the hazy sky outside.

A cold wind blew in, carrying a unique smell of decay and dust.

The five figures gradually disappeared into the mist.

......

A few hours later.

Near the supermarket, in a stronghold frequented by zombies.

Bang! Bang bang!!

The head of the last zombie in Suizhou exploded on the wall, black blood mixed with brain tissue slowly sliding down.

A voice suddenly rang out.

"Holy crap! Lao Luo, your marksmanship is amazing! How did you train?"

Wang Hu looked at the other person with a hint of envy in his eyes.

Luo Yongchao put away his gun, stood up from behind the cement pipe, and remained calm.

"It's just a basic artillery subject, calculating ballistics and lead."

He walked over to Wang Hu and glanced at the Type 92 pistol in his hand.

"Your stock is too high, it affects stability. Lower it next time."

Wang Hu was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, not at all angry: "Oh! Are you passing on your martial arts secrets?"

"Next time, I'll teach you how to wield an axe!"

"Wow! By the way, how exactly do you wield that axe? And you're incredibly brave, daring to get close to a zombie?"

"I used to be an armed police officer, and I was trained in close combat."

"As for the axe, I learned to use it when I was a child in the countryside. My family was poor back then, and I honed my skills by helping to chop firewood."

"I see! But you should still use this thing less often. It's not worth it if you get scratched by a zombie! Anyway, we're not short of bullets."

"Know..."

Tang Long stood not far away, glanced at the two people praising each other, and shook his head helplessly.

He glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground and silently prayed.

"System, report the order points."

[Current Order Points: 1588]

More than fifteen hundred points.

Tang Long frowned slightly.

This number sounds like a lot, but it's still almost half of the 3,000 points needed to upgrade a Level 2 "Street Police Station".

For the past few days, everyone has been implementing the "food cut-off" plan.

Clear out the zombies on the periphery and cut off the "nutrient" supply to the heart of the nest.

Centered on the police station, the cleanup efforts radiated outwards. The addition of Liu Qiang and Luo Yongchao significantly improved efficiency, enabling them to confront even small groups of a dozen or so zombies head-on.

Now, I can earn one or two hundred Order Points every day.

At this rate, it will take at least another week to accumulate enough upgrade points.

The process has dragged on for far too long.

That meat cocoon in the supermarket basement is like a time bomb.

Although it's unclear what will hatch from the other party, it doesn't seem like a good thing.

"Officer Tang."

At this moment, Su Yan walked over, her face still somewhat pale.

"Have you noticed that there seem to be fewer and fewer zombies on the outskirts?"

Tang Long nodded; he had also noticed the problem.

"It's not just less." His gaze drifted to the end of the street leading to the supermarket. "The road to the supermarket is starting to become difficult to navigate."

Su Yan followed his gaze and frowned slightly.

In the distance, several abandoned buses and private cars were haphazardly parked together on the street, forming a makeshift roadblock.

It's as if someone, or rather... something, is doing this on purpose.

Tang Long took a deep breath and glanced at the sky.

"Let's go back first, then we'll talk."

As he spoke, he shouted to the two people who were still talking, as well as to Liu Qiang, who was on guard not far away.

"It's getting late, time to leave!"

"yes!"

"..."

Instead of going directly back to the police station, the group first went to a residential building next to the police station.

This is an old-style residential area, built in the 80s. The paint has peeled off, revealing the red bricks underneath. Before the apocalypse, it was the staff quarters of a nearby cement factory.

There is a relatively clean underground well in the community, which is also the lifeline of the entire base.

Otherwise, just finding water would be a headache enough.

I came here today because the water supply at the police station is almost gone, and I'm here to get some more.

However, when they reached their apartment building, a strong, nauseating stench wafted into their nostrils.

"A zombie?" Wang Hu immediately perked up.

Liu Qiang and Luo Yongchao, who were standing to the side, also subconsciously gripped their Type 92 pistols tightly.

Tang Long frowned slightly. They had already cleared this place once before, so there shouldn't be any zombies left.

He looked at Su Yan beside him. Su Yan closed her eyes, as if sensing something.

After a long while, she opened her eyes again, her face even paler.

She looked at Tang Long, slowly shook her head, and her voice carried a hint of doubt.

"I didn't sense any signs of zombies."

Upon hearing this, the people around relaxed slightly, but their expressions remained somewhat puzzled.

During this period, Su Yan has fully proven her abilities and is truly deserving of the title "human radar".

On several occasions, if it weren't for the enemy's advance warning, such frequent expeditions would have resulted in at least one or two casualties, if not total annihilation.

The fact that the team is still intact is a testament to their great contribution.

but...

This smell, too, cannot be faked.

They deal with zombies every day, so they've become very sensitive to their smell.

Tang Long frowned and said coldly, "Go take a look, and be on guard."

Everyone nodded and quickened their pace in unison.

After rounding a corner, the backyard where the well is located came into view.

The sight before them caused everyone's pupils to shrink slightly.

The rotting, swollen remains of zombies crawling with maggots were piled up in the well.

Dark green bodily fluids overflowed from the well, mixed with dark red blood, forming a viscous swamp on the ground.

"Fuck the hell! Which idiot did this?" Wang Hu stepped forward, kicked the wall next to him, and cursed angrily.

The people around him also looked grim.

Finding a clean place with a stable water supply these days is not easy.

Liu Qiang frowned and said, "Could it be the work of a nearby survivor group?"

Tang Long shook his head.

"It shouldn't be! We've been out searching for supplies all this time."

"But I've never encountered any other survivors."

"I suspect there are hardly any living people left in this area."

Wang Hu frowned and said, "Then who else could it be? It can't be that these zombies fell into the well on their own, can it?"

Tang Long shook his head, also somewhat puzzled.

At this time.

Su Yan pointed to one of the corpses and suddenly said, "Look here."

"What's wrong?" Tang Long walked over.

Su Yan did not reply, but took out a scalpel from the first aid kit she always carried and gently cut open the surface of the zombie remains.

Then, strands of black-veined mycelium appeared on it.

"Holy crap! This...this isn't the zombie controlled by the supermarket?" Wang Hu's expression was somewhat astonished.

They knew this thing all too well.

During this period, they were dealing with each other every day in order to carry out the "food cut-off" plan!

but...

The supermarket isn't that far from here, but it's not exactly close either; it's about 3 kilometers away.

Furthermore, they also go around the supermarket every day to regularly clean up zombies.

Logically speaking, these "fungus zombies" should never have gotten here!

Tang Long's gaze sharpened, and he already had some guesses in his mind.

He murmured softly.

"Could it be... the butcher?"